Jerry Jones - Wife's Anal Perversion

"Honey," she smiled, "I'd rather have you screw me. Why don't you do this. Move the dildos out of me. Stick your cock up my ass. And use one dildo for my pussy. That'll be a better double fuck."

Freddy still had a hard-on just watching her. He nodded and agreed. Pulling the dildos out of her he mounted her. He applied some Vaseline to his cock and eased it up her hot, tight ass-hole. Using one dildo he effectively fucked her pussy at the same time. He watched as his wife moved from side to side on the pillows.

"Yes, Freddy, yes," Carla pleaded passionately, "screw me. Love me. Fuck me."

She reached out and patted his ass cheeks as he fucked her with wild abandon.

"All the way up there," she told him. "I want to feel it. Yes, Freddy, yes."

Freddy began realizing that Carla might have an anal perversion. For it seemed as if she was getting more turned on, more excited, more stimulated with his penis sliding up her ass-hole than when he had fucked her pussy. It was a strange but delightful fact he was discovering. His rigid, hard cock plunged into her ass with rhythmic arousal.

"Screw me," he begged. "That's the way to do it. Fuck me. Now you're doing it. Fuck it."

She was so excited now she could hardly stand it.

"Oh, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. Fuck. Fuck it."

With determined, hard cock stabs he continued screwing her. She was more and more aroused every moment.

"Do me," he begged her feverishly. "I want it, darling. You know I do. Fuck me. Fuck me."

Passionately his penis went on plunging into her. She loved it. Every erotic moment was getting her more aroused.

"Ohhh, baby, I love it in my pussy, I love it in my ass. Screw me. Now you're fucking. That's the way I like it. Come on, easy slider, fuck me. Fuck me."

With determined cock stabs he continued screwing her. This was just the way she wanted it. Hard and fast.

"Come on, fucker," she begged him anxiously. "Let me feel that big hard cock of yours. Every inch of it. Get it in there, Freddy. Farther. Farther, Freddy."

Freddy rammed his thick, long prick right up her rectum as far as it would go.

"I need it," she told him. "Yes, baby, yes. That's how you do it. Play with me."

She loved the erotic sensation of his cock sliding into her ass-hole while the dildo smoothly surged into her pussy. She felt her pussy juices ready to gush forth.

"I can't stand it," she told him. "Oh, baby, I'm there."

He was eagerly excited now. All at once his cock exploded in her ass. Now they were cuming together.

"Fuck," she begged. "Fuck me."

It pleased Freddy to think that they had made it together. Certainly it was a unique way of making it. The dildo continued entertaining her juicing pussy while his cock continued riding and sliding up her hot, tight rectum.

When he had finished giving her a good balling, he withdrew. He got a special hug and a kiss for bringing her such a thoughtful birthday remembrance. The next day she felt guilty. She thought she should go to a consulting psychologist. Perhaps he could help her. She had heard of one who listened to difficult sexual problems. She made an appointment with him and that afternoon she visited him.

"Mr. Carter," she began anxiously, "I have the most dreadful problem."

"What is it, my dear?" he asked her.

"It all began when I told my husband Freddy that I was tired of the monotonous way he was screwing."

When Carla had thought of what had happened since that eventful night, she couldn't continue.

"Go on," Mr. Carter insisted.

"It isn't easy," she told him.

"No, I don't suppose it is," he admitted, "but it is important that you continue. While it is fresh in your mind."

"All right," she said bravely, "I will go on. Freddy asked me to go down on him."

Mr. Carter didn't say anything.

"You know what that means?" she asked earnestly.

"You mean you sucked off his cock," he said. "In crude terms, that is."

"Yes," she nodded, "and then he ate my pussy, in crude terms,-likewise."

"Continue," Mr. Carter nodded. "I want to know everything. Then I can help you."

"Well," Carla went on, "the next thing I knew Freddy was asking for something dreadful."

"Go on, tell me everything," he insisted.

"All right, if I must," she said quietly, "but it is embarrassing. Freddy wanted to fuck my ass-hole, in crude terms."

"Did he enjoy it?"

"Apparently so," Carla told him quite frankly, "because he's been wanting to stick his pecker up my ass-hole ever since."

"Did you enjoy it?" the psychologist continued his questioning.

"I'm sorry to say I did," she confessed.

"Don't be sorry," he told her. "If you enjoyed it and Freddy enjoyed it, why are you bothered?"

"I'll tell you why," she said grimly. "I can't get enough sex now. I want to give blow jobs. I like to get my ass fucked. Really, I know I'm sick. What should I do?"

Mr. Carter got to his feet. He walked to the edge of his desk and sat down and slowly started unzipping his fly.

"I want to see how bad your compulsions are," he explained. "For example, if I should pull out my cock would the sight of it make you want to suck it off?"

"That depends," she said as she watched him reach in and pull out his penis.

"On what?" Mr. Carter questioned her further as he stroked himself.

"On how long it is," she told him, "and how thick it is. I don't want a small, limp cock. That's no fun."

"A perfectly normal desire," he told her. "Now, would you care to blow me?"

"Yes, I would enjoy doing that," she told him, "and perhaps you could give me some pointers. You might tell me where I'm doing it right and where I'm doing it wrong."

"I would be happy to," Mr. Carter said officiously. "Now just pull your chair up and you can start sucking."

When she pulled her chair up he immediately noticed she wasn't doing the right thing. For she instantly slid her mouth over the head of his cock.

"Wrong," he told her. "You're doing it all wrong."

Nervously, Carla pulled her mouth off his penis.

"Oh, Mr. Carter," she shook her head sadly, "I tried my best."

"You need more control," he told her. "You've got to lick it and tease the tip of it. Don't rush it."

"I guess I got carried away with your pecker," she said. "It is such a long, thick cock. Forgive me." "All is forgiven," he assured her, "but the next thing you should do is lick it. Just let your pink tongue slide over the head of it. It'll taste good."

Carla knew what he was talking about. For there was a drop of crystal cum at the crown of his penis.

She let her tongue gingerly slip over the head of his shaft.

"Now suck me," he told her. "Suck it slow. Pull it in like quicksand. Suck real slow and easy."

She let her mouth move slowly back and forth over the head of his shaft. He became more and more aroused.

"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Suck it slow and even. Now you're doing it. Just like that. Yes. Suck. Suck me, Carla baby, suck me.

Mr. Carter gripped Carla's throat. And he gave her some more wise counselling.

"Every man is proud of his balls," he told her, "and it is important that you pull out the family jewels and play with them."

She reached in and fumbled around and pulled out Mr. Carter's testicles.

"Now massage the balls while you suck the cock," he told her, "and lick the sensitive glans portion of the penis with the tip of your tongue. That's it. I'll teach you to be a good cock sucker yet."

Mr. Carter continued putting a professional touch to his advice.

"If you really want to make a man enjoy it," he told her emphatically, "it is vital that you let him slide it down your throat. Most men know when to pull back so the sperm will unload in the woman's mouth. Because some women are crazy about sperm. They're sperm lovers. They want to taste it and swallow it.