Heather Brown - Door to door wife

I could feel his lips nibbling against my tender labia. Then, like a prong, his rigid tongue shot into my creaming slit. My spasming pussy was filled with oral hardness as he began slurpingly reaming me out.

As his tongue went deeper and deeper within my crack, the will to resist completely dissolved. By the time he was orally tickling the sensitive nodule of my cervix, I was ready to do anything he wanted.

And I didn't need an instruction booklet to figure out what that was. His throbbing cock and balls had all the answers written all over their pulsating expanse.

My lips pursed, I reached out with my mouth and seized his balls. Gobbling them within my oral cavity with one noisy suck, I felt the intoxication of raw sex taking over my system.

His nuts churned like crazy inside my mouth. Obviously they were manufacturing a new load of jizz that would even put his first onslaught to shame.

In other words, the sooner I started fucking his prick with my mouth, the sooner I'd get to swallow his hot wad. The temptation was irresistible.

Letting his sweet balls out of my mouth, I went for the main course. Grabbing his stiff, throbbing tool, I guided it between my gaping lips and began sucking for all I was worth. Inch after inch buried itself down my throat until I was gagging for air.

God, what a sweet-tasting cock he had. During the years that my sex-life with my husband had fallen apart, I'd forgotten just how divine a hard-on could taste. All of a sudden I couldn't get enough.

And, at the other end of my quivering body, Jason seemingly couldn't get enough of my foaming pussy. His tongue was up my cunt to the root now, buried so completely that his top row of teeth was grinding against my turgid clitoris.

Already I was coming, and coming hard. It was incredible, especially considering that I had gone several years without an orgasm from my husband.

Incredible that I was coming like this and Jason's cock had yet to blow in my mouth. Jesus, what would happen when I finally tasted his liquid silk?

I got my answer almost immediately.

The head of his prick seemed to fly apart in my gullet like a fragmenting dum-dum bullet. All of a sudden the shrapnel of his cum was tearing into my tender esophageal flesh.

When the first wave of spunk hit my sperm-hungry throat, I jack knifed from the excruciating pleasure. As I did so, my legs wrapped around Jason's neck, pulling his sharp tongue even further into my convulsing pussy. At the same time, the last few inches of his immense dork sailed between my lips and I was mouth-fucking the monster to the hilt as it spewed its cream into my belly.

When he was finished coming, I wasn't. Intense as it was, my orgasm was just beginning.

And, instinctively, I knew exactly what I wanted to do about it.

"Fuck me!" I screamed as I pulled him out of my mouth and pushed his still-erect cock toward the vicinity of my ravenous cunt. "Come all over again in my pussy!"

"I was hoping you'd say that," he said, swiveling round on top of me so he could get to work.

As it jabbed between my thighs, I could feel with satisfaction that his prick was as hard as ever… maybe even harder. I couldn't wait to get it inside my cunt.

"Hurry up!" I ordered. "I need your big, strong dick in my pussy or I'll die!"

Holding it like a sword, Jason rared back and made his thrust. God, it was divine as his monstrous lance knifed between my gaping pussy lips and traveled up the squeezing canal of my fuck-pit.

He only stopped impaling me when he was in all the way. I could feel his churning balls squeezing against the upturned cheeks of my ass… the thicket of his pubic hair scratching maddeningly against my ultra-sensitive clit.

I wrapped my legs around him and we started moving together. When he bucked his hips, I wiggled my ass. When I lifted my groin, he slammed me with his pelvis.

His dick was so big it felt as though it were engorging every nook and cranny of my body. It seemed like it was breaking my back… shredding my ovaries… rupturing my spleen… making me hemorrhage… I wanted to piss and crap and vomit all at once.

"Kill me!" I cried. "Murder me with your cock!"

He was pumping away now between my legs like he had a piston up my cunt. His balls were slamming against my ass. The head of his prick seemed to reach all the way to my throat.

"Come in me!" I shrieked. "Fill my cunt with your hot, sticky cum!"

I swear to this day that I actually heard the explosion of his phallic bombshell. All of a sudden the interior of my fuck-hole was ripped apart with flying missiles of incendiary goo.

As the molten jizz poured like lava into my twat, my climax accelerated until its fury seemed to be encompassing all of the passion I had been missing out on during the years of my marriage. I was a bored housewife no longer. Rather, I was a randy, spasming female stud, literally foaming between the legs like my cunt was rabid.

Jason pumped, and I humped. We writhed and wriggled… bumped and ground. My pussy was a vise, wringing every last precious drop of jism from his marvelous fuck-tool.

When the spurting of his cum finally ceased, Jason left his semi-hard cock imbedded in my fluttering honey-pot and dropped off me to lay by my side. As we languished in the afterglow of fucking, for some reason I recalled my conversation with Gloria Schaffer out in the hall.

She'd been right. The interview was deep. Very deep.

Approximately eleven inches deep.

As if I had to tell you, I signed on with the Sexual Experience Exchange as a volunteer without a moment's hesitation. After my eye opening interview with Jason Evans, I was thoroughly convinced that the end result of the research – to be called The S.E.X. Report – would be the most liberating force for the American people since the American Revolution itself. Outfitted in the beginning with just the questionnaires for the male respondents, I set out to gather the information that was mandatory to compile if The S.E.X. Report was to be the force for good that all of us at The Exchange were certain it could be. Where normally the prospect of asking people such personal questions would have terrified me, my feeling was just the opposite when possessed with the knowledge of how much good I'd be doing assisting S.E.X. with its vital research.

Yes, I was ready to get to work, armed with real purpose for the first time since I could remember. Actually excited about life again.

Using a scientific method that was so simple it was profound, S.E.X. encouraged its volunteers to select their respondents through such ingenious techniques as picking them out of the phone book, or bumping into them in the supermarket and starting a conversation. The whole design was really quite brilliant.

The supermarket technique intrigued me the most, so I went to the Big Bargain outlet at the nearest shopping center and stationed myself in front of the lunch meat counter to wait for a likely candidate. After about ten minutes of pretending to make up my mind between pimento loaf and cooked salami, I spied a guy out of the corner of my eye who looked just perfect.

Timing his progress, I whirled around just in time to bump into him just as I had been instructed to do by the experts at S.E.X.

"Oh, excuse me," he said, obviously taken by surprise.

"That's all right," I purred back, rubbing my body against his to get his interest.

My body was like glue as it provocatively insinuated itself against his muscular form. Within seconds, he wasn't any more anxious to pull away than I was.

I suppose the fact I'd taken the precaution not to wear any underwear accounted for that.

"I'm Debbie," I cooed. "I'd like to ask you a few questions. Could we go someplace private?"