Dick Larged - Lovers On The Side

She loved the tangy, musky taste of the delicious, scorching sceptre. She loved the feel of the inner desires, of the building carnal harvest as his cock swelled and stiffened like an explosive, thunderous spigot gone raging mad. But most of all, she soared in glorious, lascivious luxury as the fires of salacious magnificence assaulted and stimulated her own love-juiced, leaking, heated cunt. The lustrous conflagration in her mouth and throat caused ripe, rapturous sparks of ecstatic surrender to spread throughout her body and brain. She was giving and receiving succulent, sensuous, lustful pleasure as she worked her swallowing muscles to entrap and squeeze, to milk and prime the raging, rigid rammer that was propelling in and out of her throat.

"OOHHHHH FFFFUUCCKKKK!! " Hank bellowed and his prick splashed gobs of boiling hot jism deep in her throat. "I can't hold it!"

Mrs. Bell didn't care. This was what she desired. This sudden raging,. boiling, spurting jerking of chloride-salty deliciousness coupled with the orgasmic surrendering joy that she had caused. She gulped and sucked greedily at Hank's jerking spigot while her own ecstatic ecstasy-harvest drooled from her palpitating cunt.

When Hank finally forced his drained, supersensitive cock from her mouth, Mrs. Bell licked the inside of her mouth for more of the fragrant fluid and grinned. "Now can I finish my phone call?" she said. "Or do we do it again?"

"Finish the call," Hank panted for breath, "but I'll be ready to go again when you finish. I want some more of your twitching ass."

Mrs. Bell grinned. "You devil, I was hoping you would ask that. You recoup. This won't take long." Hank took the time to eat lunch. Mrs. Bell finished about the time he started on his second sandwich.

"'Nother for me?" She looked in his brown bag. "Only an apple. Be my guest. I think you've earned it."

Mrs. Bell took the apple and began eating it but seemed concerned about something. "Does your wife know about us?"

Hank was a little startled. He hadn't thought about it. "No. I don't think so. What's the problem?"

"No problem for me. I was just thinking of you" She grinned. "Are you able to harden up? You're still on your honeymoon, you know."

Hank laughed. "It's like a brick. In fact, it wasn't me that chickened out after our little wrestling the other day. It was the wife. And speaking of hardening up?" Hank pouched out his pelvis to show Mrs. Bell his half-hard prick. "I'm ready."

"I see you are." Mrs. Bell tossed the apple in the waste basket and started to undress. "You mean your wife is a little frigid?"

Hank started to shed his clothes when he saw her undressing. "No. Far from it," he said. "I just don't think she would give a damn one way or another. I give her all she wants."

"Not tonight, you won't." Mrs. Bell released her bra and swallowed her still perspiration-glistening, satin smooth, creamy globes to tremble free of the restraint. "Because I'm going to screw your eyeballs out."

After the training of Grace and the previous control he had exercised, plus just emptying his balls, Hank was doubly sure he could ride her forever if needed. "A bet." Hank stepped out of his pants and shorts and stood naked, his still reddened cock standing straight outward. "If I make you quit, I get a ten dollar a week raise. You make me quit, I give back ten bucks. Agreed?"

Mrs. Bell was breathing hard from the sight of Hank's wonderful tool, waving so sensuously before her. "Deal," she said. "Come on," and she lay on the couch, waiting for the contest to begin. But, Hank had other plans.

The trick to making a woman quit was in her clitoris. That magic little miniature penis was the most erogenous, tender, most sensitive part of a woman. Hank knew there was no way that he could fuck her into submission. Hell! A hole is a hole, and he could break his back but nothing would happen. But her clitoris! Aww, that's where all women were vulnerable. Hank ignored the open invitation to crawl between her velvet, glittering thighs and plunge his cock into her pinkish, cum wet heated cavern and knelt beside her instead.

"First some sucking and chewing," he said and gently mouthed one of her ardent, aroused nipples and gently chewed on the succulent morsel.

Hank loved to play with women this way. Of course, he didn't like it when he had love-stones in his balls, but now that he had just had his cock sucked dry, he could afford the lascivious pleasure. He sucked her gleaming nipple into his mouth and pulled backwards on the node so that her whole breast strained upward from his suction. At the same time, he flat-handed, mashed her other quivering, excited breast and rolled his palm and dug into the gluteal fat as if to extract the carnal harvest that trembled and radiated from within.

Mrs. Bell moaned from his efforts and writhed her body and pelvis in her impatience to fuck, but Hank knew what he was doing. Maybe it went back to babyhood when he suckled for the food that these lovelies contained, but sucking and mouthing and licking and squeezing and digging fingers into the majestic mounds of womanhood tingled his body and warmed his innermost erogenous feelings, Reluctantly he released one of the churning, pudding-soft globes and spider-crawled his hand down her satin smooth yet inner hard body to her torrid, love-juice leaking, super-soft velvet cunt and paused his hand just over the glowing, churning pussy. Now he was going to work. Now he would soften her up!

Mrs. Bell was enjoying! She hadn't been fucked, or sucked a cock since her husband had died last year, and now, out of the blue, not only was she getting her tubes cleaned out, but it was being done by a stiff-cocked, horny young fellow. Shit. He couldn't out-fuck her. She had a year's worth of wanting stored up in her insatiable pussy. Still, she loved the bet. She loved the driving, wild gluttony of youth and the recuperative powers of a young stud at the height of his fucking powers.

And what if she did lose? So what was ten dollars a week more or less in her swollen bank account. During her year of abstinence she had learned that money was a poor substitute for a hard, wild, plunging, fucking prick. But of course, she couldn't lose. She could fuck forever. But lord! how she wished he would get at it!

His glorious lips were sparking lustrous tingles of erotic glee from her tumultuous, tremulous breasts and his hot, tempting hand lay just over her cum-oozing charring cunt. "Fuck me!" she panted while lifting and offering her impatient burrow for his meat. "Get on, please, fuck me!"

Hank grinned inside of himself and eased his finger into her captivating, downy-soft, searing cunt and tantalizingly rubbed around the oozing, glowing vulva lips. He would win. All this and money tool He plunged two fingers into her salivating, torrid cave and felt her quiver with shimmering, lustful desire and moan and buck her pussy for more.

"Ohhh Jesus!" She waved her head from side to side. "Oh get on me. Fuck me. Get on. Get on! I'm ready!" But Hank wasn't.

He put three of his fingers together to simulate a cock and began to finger-fuck her with them. In and out of her raging, gushing crater. In and up, spread his fingers, then back together and drag them out. Slowly, titillating, teasingly, in and out while he sucked and nibbled on her now vibrant, insistent breast.

"Ohh damn you!" Mrs. Bell Hopped her head in sensuous bliss, while splaying her legs for more of his delicious, gratifying gyrations. "Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

Hank was more than enjoying himself. He could feel the exquisite, precious, volatile goodness begin in his nuts and radiate throughout his groin. His masturbation of Mrs. Bell was not only giving her fits but it was sending salacious, splendid, impelling passion within himself. Still, he could control it a bit longer.