the rising juices in a slow caress, and groaned softly between clenched teeth as her probing finger felt its way to her open, wet cunt-hole.
Her thighs widened to her squirming touch, and she pinched the tender pink skin of her vaginal lips and mouth, luxuriating in the sharp pain as her hips jerked upward. Then, she jammed her fingers into her hungry pussy, and pressed herself tightly to the mattress as she masturbated, writhing and twisting, her thighs pumping in time to her plunging fingers. The cords of her neck stood out and the mattress squeaked as she lashed and bucked with the fever of her sexual urgings.
'Oh my… Oh myyy, Oh shi-tttttt!' she moaned. She felt like a panther, rubbing herself this way, and she knew that if just the thought of Jim's fucking could do this to her, his real lovemaking tonight would be absolute heaven. 'Oh God, hurry, Jim!'
Suddenly, as if in answer to her thoughts, her muscular tall husband with his full brown hair and ruggedly handsome face entered the room. He glanced down at her on the bed, and impulsively, she let the sheet that semi-covered her fall away from her body, and stretched out, letting his eyes feast on her golden thighs and breasts and legs.
'T-that's some outfit you're wearing this time!' he stammered in astonishment.
'Do you like me, Jim?' she cooed sweetly.
Jim swallowed tightly, then bobbed his head up and down in the affirmative. 'Shit, yes! You know as long as we've been married you're always coming up with. something that makes me feel like I'm gonna fuck you for the first time.'
She grinned, then raised one leg and let it part so he could see the bareness of her pussy-lips, still slightly damp from her fingerings and her teasing of her swollen vaginal lips.
'You like all of me, sweetie?' she asked in a husky voice. Little butterfly sensations flitted in her stomach as she saw the effect her display was having on her husband. She licked her lips. She felt so wicked… so delightful.
Jim Davis stared in lustful excitement at the breathtaking sight of his young sexy wife stretched out so wantonly on the bed. 'Lisa,' he whispered hoarsely. He dropped the towel he had wrapped around him and stepped quickly away, leaving it in a puddle at his feet. His cock began to thicken with pulsing blood, hardening from the lascivious sight of his wife smiling lewdly up at him.
He sat on the edge of the mattress and gazed at her. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, the sensuous, squirming details of her golden nakedness resplendently clear, from her succulent beige-pink nipples downward to the delicate mound of her pubis beneath the slightly sloped plane of her abdomen.
'Do I please you, husband?' she breathed. Her hand was encircling his waist now, and slowly slid over his hips and thighs and into his loins.
Jim groaned aloud with the sensations of his wife's feathery touch as she reached out to grasp his cock and pull him down beside her. Instantly, his prick leaped into full, raging erection. Her hand was around it now, tenderly stroking it up and down as only she could, and then she took his heavy testicles and softly rolled them between her fingers.
Lisa beamed up at him with a lewd smile. 'So you like what I'm doing?'
Jim didn't answer right away; he was thinking about his sister in the next room. Finally he said, 'Do you think she's watching?'
'Shhh,' Lisa answered, trying to keep her lips from moving. 'I know she is.'
'Good,' Jim answered, his lips frozen, too; 'then our plan is working, we'll have us a threesome yet. You really think she's acey-ducey?'
'Shi-it, man, I know she's ducey, wow, do I know it.'
'Our plan will work then.'
Suddenly, not even their plan mattered to Jim just the plunging of his aching cock into Lisa's delightful pussy. He reached for her his hand slipping gently into her shimmering blonde tresses and drawing her head to him. Their lips met momentarily and then broke apart, reaching out but not quite touching. He drew her closer, grasping her lower lips between his teeth and pulling the moist, soft flesh into his mouth.
'Oh. ohhhhhh,' she murmured as he sucked on her full lips.
Lisa felt a tingling shock run icily through her. Her darting tongue wedged beyond his lips, back inside, over the roof and across the front of his teeth, caressing… always caressing. Jim leaned forward, his momentum carrying them both back on the pillow and he crushed his mouth harder against hers, his arms pressing her to the pillow. He lifted himself up and rolled, half-sitting, so that he was beside her.
Lisa lay excitedly back against the smooth cotton sheets, her arms wide and her legs slightly spread. 'Yesssss, Jim,' she whispered softly, her dark lashes shadowing her cheeks as she closed her eyes. 'Now!'
In passionate silence, Jim ran his hands over her throbbing breasts and down her belly, into the soft flesh folds of her cunt where moments before she had played with herself. Lisa moaned, her body alive to his caresses. His hand swept down her front again, caressing her tits, sliding over her smooth, rounded, yet firm belly and into the bareness of her pussy. His fingers traced the mound of flesh that rimmed her slice. She groaned, trying to close her legs on his hands, to pull him in, God, anything! Lisa unclamped her legs now, tried to hold her breath, waiting. She sucked it in till her chest hurt and her brain went woozy from lack of air, and Jim was fondling her pussy with greater and greater involvement, his fingertip flirting with the smooth tight lips of her gash, and her lower body began to undulate and twitch. 'Goddamn you,' she moaned, releasing her breath. 'You're going to drive me insane.'
'Hey Lisa, let's fuck on something different this time. Uh, how about the table here?'
'The card table? Will it hold us?'
'Sure it will. Hell, I can sit on it and it'll hold me up.'
Lisa shrugged. He pulled her up, swiftly undressed her and almost dragged her to the table, shoved her head and tits down upon the smooth leatherette top. It was cold against her bare skin. Her ass was sticking out and up. Jim stood behind her, his cock bulging; it had grown enormous.
His hand stroked her buttocks, traced the deep cleft, zeroed in on her unprotected snatch. She moaned in terror as his fingers began to assault her from behind, and she started to buck and twitch. His fingers slipped inside and there was a cold clamminess in her armpits, a sense of wonder just behind her eyeballs. 'Please,' she sobbed. 'Fuck me!'
'I'm going to, here on this table.' he said. 'You don't seem comfortable. Maybe we'd better go the traditional route. So let's try for a replay of our wedding night, okay? Only this time I expect more than a fuzzy glove wrapped around my cock. I want a bare cunt. A real live bare, shaven cunt. Your cunt, Lisa. I want to feel you fucking me back. I want your legs around me like a spider web, I want to hear you moan when I sock into paradise. 'Cause, baby, that's what I'm gonna do!'
'I am uncomfortable… '
'Well, then, my sexual wench, I'll move you. Okay?'
She didn't have time to answer. He swept her up and carried her to the bed where he dumped her. The large double bed was already rumpled and Lisa knew achingly that it was going to get a lot more rumpled.
Lisa humped in one corner of the bed, legs drawn up, her twat showing plainly, enticingly. Jim grabbed her ankle, pulled her across the bed, then he sat down on the edge, still holding her foot, and slid his other hand up her thigh, onto the bare mound of her cooze.
'Pulsating,' he observed, 'with anticipation.' Then he threw himself forward, onto her supine body.
His face burrowed into her cowering crotch, Jim noisily kissed her twat. With his fingers he split her pussy and licked his way inside, tongue picking up speed as he raced over the slick purplish-red flesh of her vulva. He found her clit and assaulted it furiously, whipping with his tongue until her button peeked out to see what the hell was going on. Lisa felt it, felt the shudder run up her body, followed immediately by the heat-oh, God, the heat! She dug her fingers into the bed sheets and she clawed, moaning, 'Ohhhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh!'
She tore, she ripped, she pawed, she panted and she whined, but still Jim drank at her trough. His tongue flailed round and round her stiffening clit, scurrying lower to steal into the winking mouth of her watering hole. Sweat began to pour across Lisa's forehead.
'Tasty cunt,' he complimented, smacking his lips… It was a vulgar gesture and she knew that he intended it to be one. His face moved a little lower down her twat, and now his thick lips were brushing her clitoris. Lisa's eyes threatened to pop from their sockets. It was like nothing she had ever imagined, the sensation of his lips
