Ron Taylor: Back Door Wives

His hand brushed again along the risen tip of her tumultuous clit and the sweat rolled in hot beads down her trembling body. She arched her back, rising toward the oncoming thrust of his cock and she bit her lower lip, sweat oozing from every pore of her body.

He was still inside her, fucking for dear life, his cock as big as a fencepost and as hard as steel. Just the feel of him deep in her twat made Tricia's clit twitch and shiver. Her pussy muscles sucked along the length of Ken's tool and urged him to squirt his hot cock-milk straight into her uterus.

Sexually, she was a late bloomer. She had been pretty ugly in high school and never had a date. By college she'd lost forty pounds of unneeded weight and her body had taken on its present eye-catching curves and contours. She'd learned about hair and makeup and clothes. Guys who wouldn't have given her the time of day in high school began to line up around Tricia.

But she knew they didn't care a fuck about her as a person; they only wanted her body. She had been able to look at them objectively, thanks to her years as an ugly duckling.

Tricia waited till she was twenty to lose her cherry, and she had had only a little experience at sex by the time she met Ken two years later. She'd gone without for so long that it just didn't seem that important to her. Until she met Ken.

God, was he sexy! Everything she'd always wanted in a man – great-looking, intelligent, not rich but comfortable. They just seemed to click from their first meeting, and she found herself spreading her legs for him on their very first date.

Yes, and she'd been spreading ever since, too! A year and a half into their marriage, sex with him was still a wild, crazy adventure, and she couldn't believe how hotly she responded to his body and his cock.

"Come inside me," she panted, rolling her hips and milking hard on his thrusting cock. "I wanna feel your hot wad blasting into my pussy!" Her ass wiggled, and her muscles yanked on the shaft of his prick, urging the gushing response she craved from his rod.

But instead he eased his cock out of the clench of her cuntal grip and she gasped, reaching back between her legs to recapture him, to bring him right fucking back where he goddamn belonged!

"No," she gasped, her arm rubbing the drooling lips of her pussy slice as she fumbled to catch hold of his dick, "no, I want you in me… " She felt suddenly the wet kiss of his cunt-soaked tool, brushing up and down the twitchy crack of her ass. "Put it in, goddamn it," she commanded, "oh, why are you teasing me???"

Then her back arched and she flopped over onto her side, drawing her knees protectively toward her tits. "What are you 'doing'???" she asked. "What are you trying to do to me, Ken Miller?"

Her anus still throbbed from the surprise attack of his lust-fattened cock, and her eyes were wide in shocked surprise.

"Something new," he said in a shaky voice, hovering above her with his cock full of lust and hotblooded excitement. He looked enormous. "Let me put it in your asshole," he said.

Tricia shrieked. "Put it in my 'what'??? Ken Miller, you've gotta be kidding!" Instinctively, she reached down and covered her tiny pink rear opening with the flat of her hand. Her palm was moist and shivery, and the touch on her asshole was tingly-exciting as she squeezed down. But his cock, in that minuscule place? Jesus, no!

He took her thighs and opened them, leaning down so he could rub his cheek up and down the tingly interior of her legs. His breath brushed across the raw, fuck-savaged slice of her pussy. She lay panting, still high from her orgasm.

"We've never tried it," he said. "It's about the only thing we've never done, and I feel this crazy irresistible urge to put my cock straight up your tiny pink asshole. Right now."

The sexual urge began to dissipate almost immediately inside Tricia. Put his cock in her – her asshole? Oh, God, what a 'disgusting' idea! Her anal sphincter clenched defensively at the very thought of it.

"That's sick," she whispered. "Normal people don't do things like that. Oh, Ken, how could you even ask me to consider it? I thought you loved me!"

Ken sighed. "Maybe it is a little abrupt. But honey, I really want to do it to you. And I think you'd enjoy it just as much as I would. C'mon, Tricia – can't we at least try?"

"Absolutely fucking not!" she snapped. "And you must think I'm some kind of slut or you wouldn't even ask me to consider that!"

"Well, we have to do something about this," Ken pointed out, indicating his rigid, pussy-coated cock. He looked down at Tricia.

She sat up, smiling. As long as he'd given up that filthy idea! She pulled his face down to hers and she kissed him lovingly, to let him know he was forgiven, and then she worked her mouth down his body. He'd given her such a sweet hot come with his cock, the least she could do now was to pay him back in the juiciest way she knew how.

Her tongue loved its way down his belly, through his body hairs, into the nest of dark fur that ringed the base of his rigid cock. As she licked around and around the base of his tool, her randy fingers were busy playing with the velvet-smooth, heat-throbbing tip of Ken's prick, squeezing it, feeling the bubbly ooze of pre-cum and jism that leaked from his wet slit.

She began to salivate for the taste of him, and she stopped teasing. Her tongue licked onto the root of his cock, down to adore the bag of nuts that were loaded with hot cum. She held his prick upright while she sucked his balls, and she heard him groan from deep in his belly as her suckling got hotter and nastier, the sensitive stones bouncing around inside their protective sac.

She followed the big cum-vein up the underside of his tool, licking, nibbling delicately. His prick was hot with arousal, tasting of his own meaty masculinity and the musky juices it had fucked out of her ripe hot pussy.

Tricia loved to lick her juices off his dick. Her cum was so delicious, it was no wonder he seemed to spend half his at-home hours with his face buried between her legs, his tongue worshiping her juicy cunt.

She licked every inch of him, saving the big swollen red knob for last, because it was the sweetest and most delicious, and she loved to tantalize herself as much as she did Ken. She'd never enjoyed sucking cocks before she got her mouth around his for the first time. Now that she was an old hand, she could eat him for hours, and she loved the excitement of feeling his first squirting gush of cum splatter her tongue.

"I love you," she whispered, as she always did, just before she slipped her round mouth over the end of his prick. She took him in and out, sliding her mouth across his excited tool, licking as she sucked. The friction of her lips on his knob was exciting – as much to Tricia as it was to Ken.

She took him deeper, gasping as the hugeness of his aroused cock slipped into her middle mouth. He always told her that his dick hadn't been nearly as big before he met her, that she was responsible for the size his meat reached when it hit full erection. She'd never been with a bigger prick, but she hadn't been with very many before his.

No matter. Ken's rod was literally all she could handle, and then some. She sucked in some breath, filling her lungs before she moved her face even further downward on his clublike prong.

The knob entered her throat, and she sucked hard, her orality totally full of her man's prick. Her eyes were closed, and she was moaning and humming around the meat that clogged her mouth, the way she always did when she sucked him off.

She felt his hands on her pussy, a finger entering her gash, and she wiggled about, pushing her cunt at the invading finger while she continued to give her man oral pleasure.

He worked in and out of her wetness, and she found herself almost as excited as she'd been with his cock ramming up her snatch. He had educated fingers, and her cunt was a straight-A student.