Ron Taylor: First Time In The Behind

The shower was still running, and Roger was singing.

She sat up, pulling the nightgown up over her head and tossing it to the floor. She slid out of the matching panties, flinging them aside too. Stretching across the bed again, she began applying the vibrator directly to her naked body.

Nicole hunched forward and took a tit into her mouth, sucking it with love and lust, while she scraped the vibrator through her pussy-hair.

The fur was matted with cunt-juice, and her cunt-lips were open, as if they were gasping for sex. She slid the tip of the vibrator into her opening and thrust, filling her pussy with the solid bulk of the buzzstick.

She bit into the flesh of her tit, sucking away the pain her teeth caused, and she jabbed herself, poking and prodding, moaning at the savage pleasure it gave her. A little like the hard nasty fuck Bill Archer had thrown up her pussy on his office couch. But she was getting it from plastic and not from flesh, and it wasn't the same thing, not the same thing at all.

"Oh, Christ," she whined, pulling the vibrator out to use its wet sticky point on her swollen clit. She stretched out, arching upward as she humped the vibrator. Then she hunched once more and pressed her red lips against her aching tits.

That was when Roger came out of the bathroom.

He was in his short robe, his hair damp, a towel across his shoulder.

He stopped short.

She didn't stop, not even to look back at him. She was too deep in her lust by now, and anyway, she wanted him to see that she didn't need him or his cock.

"Hello, darling," she said, sloshing her tongue across a hard nipple.

She gave her wrist a flip and thrust the vibrator back up her cunt, moaning and growling as it penetrated her pussy once again. Her cunt sucked wildly at the buzzing dildo, holding it so possessively she found it difficult to fuck the thing in and out of herself.

She was glowing now, she knew, as wet from sweat as Roger had gotten from his shower. She could smell her funky pussy scent, and it was intoxicating.

She'd never masturbated in front of Roger before. He stared in fascination, seeing a brand new side of his wife.

Roger took a step closer to the bed. Nicole sneaked a look at him. The front of his robe was beginning to tent out, and she knew what was responsible.

She swiveled around, presenting her pussy to his staring eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing. Now he could see the vibrator fucking in and out of his wife's cunt, see the cunt-lips spreading to make room for it, see the wetness that coated the plastic shaft as it emerged.

She was fucking her cunt toward the vibrator, eating it greedily, and her clit was enormously swollen, gleaming like a pearl above her splayed pussy-lips. She reached down to frig her clit and Roger came nearer to the bed.

His robe slipped open, and his stiff prick pushed outward. He had a big cock, no two ways about it, but as far as Nicole was concerned, Roger himself was the biggest dick around. She'd certainly excited him with her display, and it gave her a tingle of satisfied pleasure.

"This is so unlike you, darling," he said.

He sat down on the bed beside her, stroking her hair and shoulders while she fucked herself with the vibrator. She bit her lip and concentrated on herself.

He took her free hand and put it on his stiff prick. She let her hand be guided, let her fingers be molded around his hard cock, but her hand was limp and loose. He squeezed the fingers down, until they clutched him. She felt the hot pulsation of lust inside his cock.

"Do me too!" he whispered, and he guided her hand up and down, moving his cock inside it.

She was in no mood to cooperate with him. But she allowed her hand to be used, and she kept on fucking herself with her hot, battery-powered vibrator.

The harder she fucked herself with the dildo, though, the more tightly her other hand gripped Roger's cock. His hands were all over her.

"You look so wild and hot," he said. "I can't believe you're doing this. It's not like you at all-mmmmm, lean over here and kiss my cock, will you, dear?"

Nicole resisted his efforts to push her face down toward his cock, and she continued to assault her pussy with the plastic prick.

But he seemed to be determined to get his cock into her mouth, and he pried her fingers loose, then brushed the head of his cock against Nicole's cheek. She felt the velvety sponginess slide across her flesh, slobbering out a trickle of pre-cum as it touched her.

The dildo was pounding in and out of her cunt, emerging from time to time to buzz her clit again, then slamming deep and hard into her fuckhole once more. She felt her face being turned toward Roger's cock, and she relaxed, allowing him to do what he wanted.

His prick touched her mouth, and the old familiar scent of him filled her nostrils. She sniffed, then opened up, and he thrust between her lips.

There was a certain pleasure in sucking his prick, and she rationalized that after all, he had taken a bath and washed himself since he'd been with his red-haired slut. She probably couldn't catch anything serious from a little nibble on his dick. And God, she did still so love to suck him!

Her mouth grew wet and slurping on Roger's cock, and he was fondling her tits and reaching low down her belly to frig her clit while she continued to fuck the dildo. He spread her cunt-lips wide, then squeezed them tightly around the dildo, increasing the pressure and the stimulation all at once.

He spread her wide again, and his finger slicked into her cunt, probing alongside the burrowing shaft of the dildo. She got very wet around him. She found herself jerking wildly with lustful responses. Her sucking grew more determined, more intense.

His cock was almost too big for Nicole to suck properly, but she knew she was doing a damn good job anyway. He thrust across her lapping tongue, his cock-knob pulsing into the upper end of her throat. She gagged a little but kept on gobbling.

He pulled her upper body around and started fucking deeper and faster into her mouth.

"You're acting like a whore," he said. "And I think I like it!"

Now she was on her knees, her head buried in his lap, her ass in the air, the dildo humming away as it protruded from Nicole's dripping pussy. She had both hands on Roger's cock as she fed it in and out of her mouth. He reached beneath her and started to manipulate the vibrator, fucking her with it in short but passionate thrusts. He even slipped it out, as she had done, and buzzed her clit, but he gave her a couple of gooses up the ass with the thing, too!

He knew she didn't go for any of that asshole stuff! But she couldn't help thinking of what she had forced Bill Archer to do to her today, and each time the vibrator's tip tingled outside her shit-hole, she felt a fresh dribble of pussy-juice trickle down her quivering, sweatsoaked thighs.

She climaxed. The come ripped through her like a chainsaw and she howled around the cock that fucked her wet mouth. The humming sound set off a chain reaction in Roger's cock, and suddenly he was squirting his cum onto her tongue.

"So," she said, lying smug and contented with her head in his lap and his cum dripping from her chin, "do you really have to go to New York?"

"Oh, shit!" he gasped. "I almost forgot about that! I'm going to be late. Listen, Nicole, this is major, and I can't get out of it. And when duty calls-you know?"

I know, Nicole thought. But it's not duty that's calling you. It's a red-haired cunt.

She sat up.

"Okay," she said. "If you have to, you have to."

"I'd better take another shower," Roger said. "I seem to smell like I've just gotten fucked." He leaned down and kissed Nicole on her cumsmeared lips. "We'll have to try this again when I come home. Where in hell did you ever get that dildo, dear? It doesn't seem your style at all. I like it, but it doesn't seem your style."