woman.
As he rolled from the softness of her body over onto his back, thin white trails of her orgasm followed his rigid cock across her lower thigh. He had the sudden thought that if this was doing a favor for his friend Fred who hadn't been able to make love to Grace for awhile, it was ten times a greater favor to himself. That's what I call a real friend, he smiled to himself. Then he lifted his head from the mattress to watch what Grace was going to do.
She turned on her side toward him and, reaching out with her hand, began stroking him, sliding the loose foreskin flesh up and down in a slow magical rhythm that caused his ache to increase almost beyond endurance. Then she rose to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her face a scant few inches from the throbbing bulbous tip of his expectant cock. She held it tightly between both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused his loins to undulate in time to her maddening rhythm.
Her blonde head dropped slowly toward his hardness until suddenly her tongue flicked forward, the tip boring teasingly into the obscene wetness of the tiny gland on the end. He sucked in his breath from the sudden renewed contact of her tongue, chills rippling along the back of his spine, bringing a groan from his lips. She then brought her mouth down all the way to enclose the whole sensitive tip in a moistly clasping pressure, her lips tightening like an elastic hand around it just below the rubbery flare of the glans, trapping it completely inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
'Christ!' he groaned out loud into the bedroom, staring down at her contorted face. The sight of his hard shaft of burgeoning cock-flesh sunk halfway between her ovaled lips increased the sensation of a thousand-fold. His penis was still wet from the juices of her orgasm and glistened like the trunk of a rain-soaked tree along the part she had not yet taken between her avidly working lips. She gently massaged his soft resilient testicles with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the animated softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny opening of the gland on the end. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, watching the top of her head bobbing up and down below, the sight of her labors making it all the more exciting for him.
Grace could feel his throbbing reaction and began to suck at his cock a little harder, the tips of her sharp teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood along beneath the velvet surface of the skin. She shifted her position over his thigh without disengaging her mouth from his cock and kneeled on all fours between his open legs, reaching under his buttocks to cup them in her palms, pulling his straining loins tighter to her face. Her tongue licked round and round the growing glans furiously until Tommy felt it near the bursting point as she took almost all his rigid shaft deep into her throat. Though he was certain she would choke, she continued the erotically titillating sucking on and on.
Huge pools of liquid heat were building deep, deep in his balls as he watched her lovely face working above his sweating loins. He could see tiny rivulets of perspiration rolling in thin driplets from the sides of her body as she bobbed over him like a demon-goddess gone mad. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the bed to push even farther between the delicious moistness of her furiously working lips that clung greedily to his lewdly thrusting cock.
He groaned under her again and again, his lips twitching crazily, incoherent mutterings escaping from between his clenched teeth.
Suddenly, he gasped.
The moment was here and a low guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the white-hot sperm begin its mad dash from his balls and spurt in thin hot streams into her endlessly sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding cum to keep from choking. The wanton young wife went on sucking voraciously as her neighbor's husband emptied his heavy load of semen into the wetness of her wildly moaning mouth, his hands tangling cruelly in her blonde hair, holding her face to the throbbing of his loins as he shoved his jerking shaft all the way down her continually swallowing throat. She coughed sporadically to regain her breath, her Adam's apple slipping up and down under her skin until finally he moaned his last body-wracking moan and grunted in complete sensual fulfillment. Slowly his twitching cock deflated in her mouth but she continued yet gentler sucking, drawing every precious drop of the thick warm sperm from his now almost limp cock.
And then he had nothing more to give her.
She had sucked him dry and with a heavy groan he collapsed, arms widespread, back across the bed. She nibbled softly at his flaccid useless penis for awhile, her head resting lightly on his thigh and then crawled up over his unmoving body to cradle his head against her still heaving breasts. After a moment she leaned down and kissed him full on the lips.
'Like it, lover?' she whispered softly against his cheek after the long lingering contact with his mouth.
'Mmmmmm,' was all he could rouse himself to say right then, looking up into her eyes with an appreciative gleam.
'I know a lot more.'
'Is more possible?' he asked in disbelief.
'You'll see,' she cooed down at him. 'This doesn't have to be the only time for us.'
'You're sure Fred won't mind if we carry this thing on?' Tommy asked with apprehension.
'Don't be silly. He arranged it this time, didn't he?' she laughed. 'Besides, there was a time before I knew what I was doing that he used to get his special kicks with other women, and I have some fun to make up for. This is the first time in years he hasn't been right there with a hard-on whenever I was in the mood, and I'm going to take advantage of the opportunity.'
'Just so Linda doesn't find out,' Tommy said with a worried expression. He wanted more than anything else to get his hands on this wild wife again and as soon as possible, but the thought of his own wife finding out chilled him inside.
'Bring her along,' Grace told him matter-of-factly. 'She might learn a thing or two.'
'Are you crazy?' Tommy gasped suddenly, rising to one elbow on the bed. 'She would blow her stack. Besides,' he added in a serious afterthought, 'I love her and wouldn't want to hurt her feelings. It's not her fault she was brought up to be so prudish. If I can control myself, she'll gradually wake up, the way you must have.'
'You'll have a long wait, but that's okay by me. This way I can get mine. That's selfish on my part, but now that I know what a good lay you are, you're going to have to try keeping me satisfied.'
'Is that a threat or a promise?' Tommy asked playfully.
'It's both,' Grace purred. 'If you don't think up excuses to get out of the house and come see me often enough, I may just have to talk to Linda.' She gave him a thin speculative smile that left no doubt she meant her words.
Tommy felt cold fear rushing through his veins.
'On the other hand, if you just drive away, park somewhere down the block and walk back when I need you or you need me, then it's a promise. It's simple. And Fred has already promised to stay out of the way as long as he can't do anything for me,' she grinned at him triumphantly.
You little hot-blooded bitch, Tommy thought to himself. He was beginning to get the picture now. She must have forced Fred into letting her do what she wanted, and now she was trying the same on him. Well, he added in his mind, as long as all she expects from me is a good hard fuck now and then we'll get along fine. Meanwhile, I'll have to fix it so Linda won't believe a word of what she says if she gets any ideas.
'I'll think about it,' he told her. 'It'll be tough coming very often, but for another turn with you, maybe I can figure something out.' He was rising from the bed, trying to remember where he'd left the bag with his street clothes.
She sat up on the bed grinning and reached over with her fingers to squeeze his deflated penis. 'What's wrong, can't make it again?' she cooed up at him.
'Not now, I've got to get going. And I've got a lot of thinking to do about this,' he answered, pulling away from her touch.
'Don't rush it, I can wait a few days until you work things out. Say, until Thursday about the same time?' she invited him.
He answered from the foyer where he was retrieving his clothes. 'All right, unless I change my mind.' He
