Jerry Jones - Wife's Anal Perversion

"Fuck, baby," he whispered enticingly. "That's what I want you to do, darling. Fuck it. Come on, baby, fuck."

With determined cock stabs he went on ramming it to her. When his penis tip touched her tight anal ring he hesitated. For he knew that it was going to be a tight fit.

"Relax," he warned her.

"I'll try," she whispered.

All at once she felt his rock-hard cock ramming roughly up her tight ass-hole. She let out a howl of pain and protest. His eyes lighted with a certain glow that indicated his pleasure was in her pain.

"Fuck," he said crudely, "fuck it."

Lewdly he stabbed his cock up her ass. Her husband had never fucked her like this. She picked up his rhythm. And as he continued stabbing her ass-hole he got more excited. For it was easy for him to see just how much she enjoyed it. She swung her hips around. She was enjoying it intensely.

"Oh, baby," he told her, "you know how much we like it. Keep fucking. That's the way. Fuck, baby, fuck."

With powerful penis jabs he went on thrusting. She was going out of her mind with fascination as he went on thrusting.

"I'm almost there," he exclaimed. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Fuck it off."

The keen, intense pleasure that she felt now had her trembling. Suddenly his cock exploded high in her ass-hole. She twisted around. She had enjoyed every erotic moment of it.

"Yes, yes," he nodded, "I love it. That's the way. Shove your ass back to me. Now. Let me drive it in deeper."

His long, rigid cock rode up her ass-hole farther. Her tail twisted as Manuel's cock shot a white, hot spray right up her rectum. He reached for her bosoms. He squeezed the nipples as he finished fucking her ass-hole.

When he eased out of her behind he thanked her.

When Carla went home that evening, her husband was gone. This bothered her no end. She waited and the following day he never showed.

She called up her girl friend, Donna. "What do you think happened to him." "I don't know," she told her. "Of course, I can phone him where he works."

Finally she gathered up the courage to phone. When she got him on the phone she told him how sorry she was that she'd carried on.

"It's over," he told her, "finished. Don't you understand? "

"When you put it that way, damn it," she snapped, "I guess I do. Look, I don't want you any more than you want me. You can go to hell in a bread basket."

She hung up on him. She felt miserable. She called up Donna and told her what happened.

"Don't despair," Donna told her. "I know a real nice guy you can make it with. Honey, you aren't prejudiced, are you?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" she asked, not certain of what she was getting at.

"I mean, would it upset you if you fucked a black guy?"

"I never gave it much thought," she admitted.

"Well, there is this nice, handsome, black athlete who's in town," Donna told her, "and he just loves white women. He pays very well. He has a certain sexual ritual that he puts you through. But it wouldn't be bad."

"What's his name?" she asked curiously.

"Greg Farrell," she told her.

"Oh, I know him," Carla exclaimed. "He's the famous football hero."

"Sure, you've seen him doing commercials for razor blades," Donna laughed. "He's a real sharp guy. Look, I'll set it up. Would two o'clock be all right?"

"Where?"

"At the Valley Plaza Hotel," she told her. "That's where he's staying. You can pretend you're a reporter. Just take along a notebook. Say that you want to see Greg Farrell. That's the way I have to do things. There's a lot of action in this fucking business."

Drying her tears, Carla forced herself to continue. She knew that she had to be brave and carry on in spite of her fears.

She got dressed and wore a plain outfit. But she thought it would be interesting to wear some blue lace panties and a matching bra. When she got to the Valley Plaza Hotel she remembered that she had forgotten her reporter's notebook. To keep the guise complete, she went down the street and purchased one. Returning to the hotel, she went right to the main lobby and asked the desk clerk if she could use the house phone to talk to Greg Farrell.

"Of course," he nodded, pointing to the phone in the corner.

Carla went over to the phone and called him.

"Come right up," Greg told her, "I can hardly wait to give you my story."

He chuckled as he said "story." When she got up to his suite, he opened the door. He was only wearing a pair of bikini shorts.

"I'm pleased to meet you," he told her.

"Well, I'm pleased to meet you, too," she smiled as she glanced at his quivering, long, black penis which was contained in the bulging crotch of his bikini shorts.

She used her notebook as a cover-up.

"Donna told me I should take your story," she told him, "so where shall we begin?"

"I want to begin with Adam and Eve," he laughed as he slid out of his bikini shorts.

"You don't waste any time, do you?"

"Didn't the first man and woman run around bare-ass naked in the Garden?" he chuckled.

"Yes," she admitted. "But where's the snake?"

Reaching for his long, black penis which was dangling between his legs, he told her that his snake was there.

"It's sure a long one," she smiled. "The better to fuck you with, Snow White," he laughed as he walked over to her.

He wanted to undress her and she didn't object.

"I have always had a fascination with white women," Greg explained to her. "Not that I don't appreciate black women, for I do. But theres' something about white women that drives me ape, if you know what I mean."

At this point he had her blouse off. He was caressing her beautiful bosoms.

"You've got a nice pair of knockers," he told her with feeling. "They're really something."

He looked at her adoringly.

"Come on, baby," he smiled. "I want to have a good time with you."

Now he was eager to give her a good time.

"Baby," he told her sincerely, "I want to lick your tits. Just go over there on the bed and let me suck on them."

Without removing the rest of her clothes, she let him suck on her breasts. Apparently, he was so eager to lick them he couldn't wait.

"Oh, you're wonderful," Greg panted as he let his tongue sweep nimbly over her nipples.

Reaching down he patted her pussy.

"Now you're doing it, darling," he told her. "Just like that. Oh, baby, you're beautiful."

He was more excited than ever. He loved the way she caressed his head as he sucked her breasts.

"Greg, baby," she begged, "I love it when you do that to me. Oh, suck them, honey, suck them."

Passionately he tongued her nipples. She became more aroused every moment.

"It's wonderful," she exclaimed. "Oh, baby, keep it up."

With erotic pleasure he went on sucking her bosoms. Then Greg reached down and unfastened her skirt. She wiggled out of it. Now he was looking at her lacy blue panties.

"Hey, baby," he told her, "you've got a shaved box. If there's anything I like, it's a white chick with a shaved pussy."

He pulled her panties off and looked lovingly and affectionately at her crotch.

"You're beautiful all over," he told her. "Mind if I tongue you?"

At this point Carla's passions were so aroused that she shook her head.

"I would be disappointed if you didn't, darling," she assured him. "Go ahead. Let your tongue slide all over. Love me. I want it. I need it."

His hot tongue gently caressed her slit. She loved the erotic sensation of his tongue slipping back and forth.

"Oh, baby," she whispered enticingly, "you are driving me ape. I love that. Now you're doing it, darling. Love me. Yes, yes."

The erotic fascination that he found now had him trembling.

"Suck me," she told him. "Suck. Ohhh, baby, that's what I like. Now you're doing it."