not ready for that yet, darling.
Please give me time…'
'Okay,' her understanding husband said from below. 'Some other time when you're ready for it.'
'Do you hate me for it?' she said in a softly spoken voice.
'Of course not, honey,' He sounded convincing.
With a sigh of relief, Gillian gazed back at him through passion-glazed eyes. She felt herself lift her pelvis up, offering her nakedly spread cunt to him to do with as he would. And it was involuntary, uncontrolled, instinctive. She was a woman on the brink of a mindblowing cum, a woman who needed to be filled and fulfilled, to be fucked until she exploded into a wildly screaming cum!
She felt the soft wisps of his breath graze her secret, sensitive flesh. She moaned aloud, still looking down between her tits and across the flatness of her quivering belly to the softly curling mound of her naked pussy. She saw her husband lower his head, his face disappearing into the wetness of her cunt and nuzzling in against the wetly quivering flesh, and she felt the full length of his tongue slither deep up into her more-than-ready pussy.
Her body responded automatically, convulsively, to the thrilling electric sensation, lurching up to him, then grinding back and down into the softness of the deep-pile rug to escape the intense, galvanic shock of desire that seemed momentarily more than her overloaded nerves could bear. But the next instant, her hips were flexing to raise her seething cunt to him once again. Unbidden, her throat gave voice to her utter commitment, her total physical and mental surrender to the lewd rapture that encompassed her and held her captive. There was no reprieve, except through cumming!
Her stomach churned and she wailed now in submission as her husband's tongue slithered in and out, fucking her cunt with wild, animallike fury. She herself was nothing but an animal, an animal in heat that had to be fucked and fucked good.
She screamed as she felt her pussy flood with her warm love juices that gushed into her husband's hungrily laving mouth.
Blindly, she entangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his face gently, yet firmly, close, slowly closer up into her wildly thrashing loins. Her head flailed from side to side.
'Oh, baby,' Gillian finally managed to moan. 'Darling, Stephan, I need you inside of me, so bad.'
'Yes…yes,' he heard himself say. He drew her closer to him, moving one hand down to encase the soft, smooth curves of her asscheeks. She glued her mouth to his, fucking her pink tongue in and out and along his teeth, and then brazenly moved her hand down to grasp his cock. Her cool contact made Stephan quiver and he pressed his lips harder against hers to show his appreciation. Gillian could taste her own cunt juice on his breath and it added to her excitement. She strained the full length of her body, grinding and pushing, and then she spread her legs and thighs wide and poised his cock against the snug little mouth of her hungrily gushing cunt, the thin, hairlined lips relaxing and seeping with her love juices and his saliva, begging for him to fuck it.
There, Stephan, right now! Now!
He lunged his hips, thrusting heavily as he fucked into her waiting pussy, feeling her fevered, pulsating cunt greedily clasp his cock and absorb it. She wanted all of it fucking deep up inside her tonight, and Stephan was amazed that in spite of her rejection of the lewd movietaking, she seemed almost wanton, almost completely lost in the world of sexual abandonment…he couldn't understand her, but didn't try to, not with her pussy pushed forward until the head of his cock was pressed hard up into the depths of her. She held him tightly, not only with her clasping, smoothly sliding cunt, but with her widespread legs, kicking them out to the side and locking her slender ankles tight around his heavily driving hips. He increased his own tempo, fucking into his wife with almost maniacal fury. Oh, God! He wasn't going to be able to last long tonight! Sometimes he would softly and slowly fuck her for hours on end, but not now, not at this rampaging, furious pitch! He was going to cum soon! 'Ooooooooh, Stephan! Your cock feels so good! So good!' his now voracious wife whimpered, kissing and biting wildly at his neck and shoulders. 'Yes! Yes! That feels so Gooooooddddddd!' Then she began to babble incoherently and he knew that she was fast approaching her own cum, and that spurred him on to new, more powerful strokes. Her knees drew up and her toes curled under as she raised her ass up higher off the floor, her moistly splayed cunt bucking wildly back up against his slipperily fucking cock.
'Ooooohhbbh…oooooohhbbbh Goddddd!' she cried out, as if tortured.
'I'm…I'm there! I'm theeeerrrreeee!' With a sudden deep-throated groan, Gillian erupted beneath her husband, and in doing so released his own painfully dammed-up explosion. His cum burned hotly through his swollen balls and through his cock, bursting through the unseeing eye to flood far up into his wife's hungrily milking pussy. Again and again white spurts of scalding hot cum spurted from him until at last he collapsed, his sigh of contentment mingling with her own soft mewlings of gratification.
As sanity returned to him, Stephan edged his body off his wife and rolled over.
'Come on, baby,' he said at last, shaking his wife gently awake. 'We have to get to bed. Can't sleep on the floor all night.'
He gathered her limp body into his arms and carried her to their kindsized bed. He drew the covers gently over her naked body, stopping a moment to look at her beautiful tits and cunt before lying down beside her and covering them both with the light material of the sheet. Jesus Christ, he thought jubilantly. She really spread her legs for that camera tonight. I'm gonna get some red-hot fuck-films of my cock in her hot little cunt yet!!!
Chapter 2
The brilliant sun threw a wide shaft of light on the thick carpet as it streamed through the opened curtains and flooded over the bed where the Edwards were still deep in slumber.
Stephan woke slowly as a gentle early morning breeze blew in through the half-open window and ruffled the sheet against his body. He squinted his eyes and raised his arm over his forehead as a shield against the daylight, then turned on his side on the bed in an attempt to escape the glittering yellow light. His arm curled around his wife's naked waist, his fingers trailing through the wispy pussy hairs that graced the juncture of her limply spread thighs.
She sure is sound asleep, he thought with a broad smile brightening his face. Taking those movies must have really turned her on-God! The way she was fucking me last night!
His eyes opened to confront a smooth tanned patch of his wife's shoulders. He opened his eyes completely, rolling over on his back, and glanced at the lovely, sweet-smelling body sleeping next to him. Her face was buried between uplifted lithe arms, leaving visible only a strand of long blonde hair, glistening golden in the early morning Sunday sunshine.
'Honey,' he whispered, wanting to awaken her gently. A deep moan answered him. He repeated it, this time to be answered by a low, 'Wanna sleep some more.' The bedclothes rustled as she lay flat on her stomach.
Stephan silently lifted the covers and slid out of bed, heading for the kitchen where he filled the tea kettle with water. Instant coffee would do this morning. A mewing at the patio screen door alerted him to Gillian's cat's mournful face as he pressed his face to the mesh screen; he mewed again with greater insistence.
'Damn cat,' growled the young husband, realizing that his morning ritual of drinking his first cup of coffee for the day in the nude would have to be altered by the demands of the cat. Christ, thought the irritated man, last time I let that cat in and fed it when I was naked as a jaybird, old Miss Prichett called the police. He padded over the thick living room carpet and, spying his bathrobe, picked it up and slid one arm through each sleeve. His sleep- puffy eyes fell on the film cassettes of his sexy young wife, and a broad salacious grin showed off his even white teeth. He went back into the kitchen.
With film cassettes in hand, he gave the cat a good morning greeting with a scratch behind each ear. He put the film in the viewer and watched them as he had watched them last night. Goddamn but she's sexy in these movies. Frank was right! They really do turn you on-and if I'm not mistaken, that means Gillian, too. Got to thank that brother of mine; that little son of a bitch is always right!
The tea kettle whistled its completion and, with a smile still jeweling his face, Stephan heaped a teaspoon of instant into a coffee mug and poured the steaming water into it, thinking: that's what I'll do! I won't go golfing with my pigheaded partner. Christ, if it wasn't for the investment I've been trying to pressure him into I wouldn't give
