fingers felt the polished edge and even though he couldn't view it, he knew now from memory what it contained, and his cock jerked painfully at the thought. As he had done many times in the past when aroused to such a point, he dismissed what he knew was her natural aversion to such an act, and groaned to his wife: 'Gillian, please, please, suck my cock.'
He crawled up on her body, straddling her with his knees, his huge prick jutting out from under the heavy bathrobe. It was almost to her ruby lips now; all she had to do was bend her face a few inches and her mouth would be closing over the sensitive, throbbing cock.
A shudder passed through Gillian. Back to this game again, moaned Stephan to himself. Maybe if I really get her going she'll finally consent to suck my prick. After three years you'd think she'd soften to the idea.
He reached down, grasped the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her hips, exposing her panty-covered cunt to his gaze. In one swift movement the panties and the dress lay in a lewd puddle on the floor.
Swiftly then, he slid them both from the sofa to the floor, keeping a firm hold of the smoothly curved asscheeks of his wife. He sat back on his heels and brought his face close up to her soft, curl-rimmed cunt, and then shot out his tongue to slide it into her pussy, pressuring the hot tip inward to part the fleshy outer lips and find the tiny erect nipple of her clit.
Wild flames of desire consumed her openly spread cunt as he fucked his tongue into her pussy, and an involuntary gasp of pleasure escaped Gillian's lips. She stared downward to where his face was buried eagerly in the soft blonde curls of her pussy and felt lewd searing sensations race through her cunt, not understanding how it was that her pussy had gotten so hot!
She was alive, suddenly, with sensation, her whole body suffused with the tingling warmth of the promises of cumming overriding all other rational thoughts. Her whole body was inflamed with desire, with a wanton craving for fulfillment! Never had she known such intensity, as the ravaging tongue of her husband brought her to a full, cuntsplitting cum!
Oh, God, her mind screamed back at her writhing body, it's all because of those damned movies! She closed her eyes tightly, and the lewd image of herself lying on the floor with her huge tits spilling out of her dress came into agonizing focus.
She could feel the hotly wet flicking of his tongue and the grasping, smoothing, and massaging of his strong hands as they caressed her asscheeks, hips, and thighs. She was hot with desire! She wanted to be fucked! She wanted him to drive his cock deep into her pussy; it no longer mattered what had kindled that fire in her cunt. All she could think of was quenching the fire.
Quiveringly, her hands moved up to cradle either side of his head, pressing his face in close to her trembling loins, unconsciously giving him her encouragement to continue the wild tongue-fucking. She relaxed the tension in her leg muscles, allowing her thighs to spread open submissively as she moved her feet farther apart, lifting one leg to rest her foot up on the sofa, and tipped her pelvis with the flexing of her hips to begin a tiny countering movement to her husband's hungrily fucking tongue. It was a new position for them, a couple who was accustomed to screwing only in the bedroom, and she moaned softly, the building ecstasy in her cunt almost too much to bear.
Abruptly, Stephan lifted them both to their feet and wrapped his arms around her. The next moment, Gillian felt herself being crushed against his hard chest, her naked tits mashed between their bodies, while the thick length of his throbbing cock pressed into her belly. Gillian's arms encircled him, her hands moving up and down his back, her face tilting up for his kiss. His lips sought hers, found them, and welded themselves to her half-open mouth.
Suddenly, the half-drunk woman felt as though her legs could no longer support her; they were giving away under her! A hand went out to the edge of the sofa to keep her from falling as a wave of dizziness overcame her.
Stephan eased her back on the couch, then began hastily to strip his single article of clothing from his anxious body. As he stood tall above her, he marveled at the perfection of her lush nakedness, his eyes taking in every detail of her voluptuous beauty.
Gillian writhed on the couch in an agony of need as her husband stripped naked before her, throwing his bathrobe on the floor beside him to join her discarded panties and dress. She looked up at him, lithe, lean, and muscular, his cock standing out in virile erection.
Oh, but it's so huge! she marveled. I love it when his prick gets so huge! A twinge of excitement burned in her cunt as she thought of how it would feel when he finally fucked that big thing deep into her pussy.
He noted the intent direction of her gaze and smiled down at her.
'Don't worry, baby, I'll get you so hot you'll rape me before I finally fuck you!'
Gillian loved it when he said dirty things before he screwed her.
'Oh Stephan…oh, my Stephan…' she murmured mindlessly, flailing her head back and forth on the couch, not caring about her freshly coiffured hair.
He put her down on the carpet again where he lay beside her, his lips on hers, their tongues intertwining, probing each other, as his free hand caressed her tits, belly, thighs, and cunt. Finally, his hand went down between her legs and covered the whole of her steaming pussy, gently massaging the hot, wet flesh. Her pelvis moved in tiny churning circles under his hand, and he knew that she was hot…would remain so until she finally exploded into cum. Christ! He was so hot himself, he wasn't sure that he could hold off fucking her much longer! He had to get his cock in her little cunt soon and screw her good!
Shifting his position, he moved to kneel between her legs, spreading them obscenely as he gazed hungrily down at her tempting nakedness, the coraline flesh of her cunt-split glistening wetly in the dim light of the setting sun.
She felt his middle finger gracing the thin furrow of her exposed cunt, and she squirmed involuntarily beneath the salacious probing. Moaning aloud in an emotional agony of hot desire as the electric shock of his teasing finger rippled along the flesh of her inner thighs, she squirmed her ass down into the soft, fluffy carpet.
Then, oh, then-oh, God-he slowly inserted his finger, probing it deep into her yearning cunthole, fucking it in and out for several slow, maddening strokes before he began to churn it around and around just inside the tiny pulsating mouth of her seeping pussy.
The intrusion was rapidly replaced by intense sensations of pleasure as her husband finger-fucked her in and out, around and around. She lay there moaning, writhing hotly on the floor, her husband gloating over her nakedly, aroused body.
Jesus, I wish she'd give me head, he thought to himself. Three years and she's never done it yet. I thought maybe when I had my tongue in her pussy she'd finally give it. Guess it takes longer for some.
'I don't want you to stop, Stephan. It's sooooo goooood!'
She was reacting with vigor now to counter the finger-fucking of her wide-stretched cunt, her hips moving uncontrollably in wild gyrations under him, moving, it seemed, of their own volition in an instinctive dance around his deeply probing fingers. And this was only a preview of what was to come, when her husband would finally put his throbbing cock in her cunt and actually fuck her!
A wave of disappointment washed through Gillian a moment later when she felt the cold rush of air as he took his hand from her hungrily squirming pussy. But then she raised her head and looked down between her ecstatically pulsing tits and saw her loving husband leaning forward, his face between her open thighs. He was going to suck and lick her cunt some more! God! She was becoming depraved and it was all because of those damned movies! Three times now she had silently shouted in her mind: Fuck! Cock! Cunt! Oh, God! What's happening to me?
Letting my husband take dirty movies of me…I'm being coarse, crass, and crude. Thinking thoughts I'd never thought myself capable of.
Between his hotly aroused wife's legs, Stephan gazed hungrily at the narrow pink oval, fringed so delicately with soft blonde pussy hairs, where droplets of cunt juices glistened like dew on the gently pulsating petals of her inner cuntlips. He was pleased to see how hot she had become. Using his thumbs then, he slowly parted the fleshy outer lips to reveal the coral depths of her pussy mouth, and he saw that the soft, curl-rimmed edges of her cuntlips were swollen in desire to be fucked more than ever before.
He drew her cuntlips a little farther apart, laying the wet, hairfringed flesh wide open to his lustful gaze. 'Gillian you've got the little sweetest cunt I've ever imagined! You've just got to suck my cock while I lick it!'
Gillian froze. Oh God! her mind reeled. I can't. And then she mouthed those words, groaning them out. 'I'm
