his cotton undershorts. Her fingers traced up the fat stalk and she fingered the bulging knob.
Jonathon moaned.
A dark, damp patch appeared on his under pants as the head of his prick began to bubble.
Jayne whimpered.
She pushed her tongue out and touched the pink tip against that damp spot, tasting his jism through the material, as if it were some rare sauce that must be strained through cotton to remove the impurities.
He placed a hand against her cheek.
Jayne ran her tongue up his tackle, starting at his balls and slurping up to the head.
Slipping her fingers under the elastic band, she drew his shorts out and down.
Freed, his prick loomed out.
It was at least nine inches long and quite thick. The knob was shaped like a mushroom, a dark purple at the moment, gorged by throbbing lust. The vein that ran up the underside of his shaft was as thick as her little finger, pulsing darkly where it merged into his big peckerhead. His cleft was gaping open and preliminary spunk bubbled there.
It made Jayne's mouth water.
She pulled his shorts down, leaning forward to do so. His cockhead rubbed against her cheek. She tugged them down his legs and he stepped out of them. She leaned back again, letting his dick glide along her neck.
She folded one hand around the root of his stalk and her tongue came out. She lapped up the oily delicacy that was oozing from his knob.
'Ooooh,' she purred, as the delicious stuff tingled on her tastebuds.
She began to lick and suck all around the head and up and down the shaft. His cock was so heated that her saliva steamed on the hot flesh.
Jayne adored sucking cock and drinking cum.
Jonathon was well aware of that.
He said, 'Suck me off, if you want, baby.'
She hesitated, sorely tempted.
But they did not have a whole lot of time to spare and she knew that if she milked him off in her mouth, there would be no time to get him hard again for a fuck. Sucking him off was a true pleasure for both of them, but it was not an end in itself for Jayne. She always liked to follow a delicious mouthful with a thrilling cuntful. If she blew him now, without getting a fuck afterwards, she was going to be horny as hell all night. Although Jayne had never been unfaithful to her husband, and did not have the slightest intention of ever cheating on him, she was not naive. She was no fool to tempt fate. She would be spending the evening with a whole lot of horny men at the office, and they would all be losing their inhibitions as they swilled down the free booze. If she happened to be horny…
Well, there was no sense in taking a chance. Smiling demurely, she said, 'I'll give you a nice long blow job when I get home. I'll probably be a bit tipsy and you know how horny – and hungry – I get when I've been drinking… and you can think about it while you wait. But right now I think we'd better have a fuck.'
That was no hardship.
Jonathon reached down and began to knead her tits. The big nipples hardened in his palms. He squeezed the firm, velvet globes and pulled gently on the tips.
While he felt her tits, Jayne licked his prick some more, not taking it into her mouth – for she was afraid that once she got that tasty hunk of cockmeat into her mouth, she would be unable to stop sucking until she had milked it to the bone – but merely running her hot tongue all aver the head and flutter kissing the electrically sensitive area where the stalk spread out into the knob.
Then she leaned back, gazing up at him.
Jonathon nodded.
His cock was glowing.
Jayne dropped back on the bed, sideways, and drew her knees up, parting her lush thighs.
Her cunt was wide open.
The slit had widened into an oval and that pink slot was filled with cream. Her slit was stiff and throbbing.
Jonathon stared down at her crotch for a moment, loving the way her smooth flesh was framed by the black garter belt.
He knelt on the edge of the bed.
Jayne arched her slender back, hiking her hips up and angling to receive his cock.
He wrapped his hand around the base of his prick and aimed the head at her cunt.
He had caressed her tits but had not yet touched her pussy in the foreplay. He saw that it was not necessary. She was as hot and as wet as she could get, inspired by the taste of his prick and the expectation of what was to come.
Dipping down, he fitted his cockhead to her cunt.
He didn't enter her right away. He began to rub his knob up and down in her slot, caressing her cunt and clit with the tip.
'Oh! Fuck me, darling!' she moaned.
Jonathon grinned. He braced his knees and tensed his ass and then he ran the full length of his long, fat cock up her cunt hole with one long, fluid stroke.
The hot stalk pushed up the well-lubricated tunnel. His belly slapped hers and his balls swung in, whacking against her upthrust ass. Their pubic hair tangled together. Jayne squealed with joy at the sensation. Jonathon grunted as he whacked his dong home.
He held that full penetration for a long moment, savoring the joy of having every inch of his big cock sheathed in hot, wet, clinging pussy.
Jayne whimpered in ecstasy as she thrilled to the feeling of being chock-a-block full of fat pecker.
She began to move, rocking gently back and forth, her ass heaving up and her hips starting to pump like slow pistons so that, although her husband remained motionless, she had begun to fuck herself on his steady stalk.
Her cunt lips sucked at his prick and her hole worked like a velvet wringer, clinging and sucking along the length of his thick root.
Since he was not moving yet, she was not taking the full length of his cock in and out, but was merely sliding up and down on the first couple inches. Jonathon looked down, thrilled at the sight of his fat prick vanishing up her slit, reappearing – slippery with cunt juice – only to slip back up that tight slot to the root.
Her cunt felt like it was masturbating him inside her loins as the talented inner muscles worked on his stalk and sucked on his cockhead.
Jayne gurgled.
Her movements became more erratic, more impatient, as she urged him to start fucking into her. It was lovely to squirm around on his huge cock, but now she was ready to have that heavy load shoveled up her energetically.
Jonathon braced his knees on the edge of the mattress and steadied his ass and hips, preparing to begin fucking. Her body bowed back, arching to hint. Her face had become a mask of passion, eyes narrowed, lips parted, pink tongue slipping back and forth across her mouth. She clamped her lush thighs around his back and gripped him tightly, relaxed, then gripped again, foreshadowing the rhythm which she wanted him to use when he started balling her purposefully.
'Shove it up me, darling!' she cried. 'Feed that hot prick to my cunt!'
Jonathon began to plow into her.
He drew back until only the head of his cock was buried in her gash, then slammed the whole fat wad home. She instantly fell into pace with his movements. Her thighs tightened over his ass as he rammed it in, then relaxed to allow him to draw out. Her belly heaved, meeting his thrust, then she twisted her hips from side to side as he pulled out, adding to the grinding friction as she rotated her creamy cunt around on his prick.
Jonathon reached down and cupped her shifting ass in both hands.
He lifted her loins as he spiked them.
They were fairly flying together by this time, fucking furiously. They knew that it was not going to be a long
