Phebe Bodelle
Harem Girl
Chapter 1
I worshipped my husband’s cock when he was here to give me a portion and that was happening right now. I was kneeling on the floor in front of him, we were both naked and he had a huge hard on courtesy of my right hand, but now I wanted his cock in my mouth. I looked at it and with the foreskin pulled back the purple head was there for me to see, a lovely sight. I touched the little hole where his cum would burst from later with my tongue. I teased it, just licking the hole slightly. I looked up into the eyes of my husband and smiled, he smiled back. He loved me sucking his cock and after three months away from me would be bursting with lovely cum for me to swallow. Stephen shuddered from the touch of my tongue as I delicately flicked his knob head. I grasped his organ with my right hand, it was more than a lovely hand full and I would know as I’d held plenty of cocks in my time. Stephen’s cock was bigger than average, longer and with more girth and for all those people that say size doesn’t matter I say bollocks, the bigger the better as far as I’m concerned and if he knows how to use it as well, heaven on earth.
I put my lips around the head carrying on licking at the same time. His prick tasted lovely, nectar for my mouth. I slowly slid my mouth further down relishing the feel of his skin in my gob. I’ve always loved giving blow jobs ever since I found out about them when I was seventeen. Ever since then I’ve practised the art and believe I’ve mastered the technique of giving my men the ultimate satisfaction with my mouth. Stephen always acknowledged my expertise and was more than happy to let me blow him. Not that he ever neglected my cunt, my hole needed satisfying too and the combination of his tongue on my clit followed up by a good fucking from his cock always sent me into orgasmic orbit.
I clenched my lips around his erection and began to move my head up and down the shaft, slowly, I wanted Stephen to feel every little bit of pleasure I could give him. My mouth went further and further down his glorious prick until I began to feel his knob head just touching my throat, no problem for me, I tilted my head forward a little so that Stephen’s cock could slide down my throat unimpeded. With each stroke my mouth went further and further down his prick until my forehead touched his belly, I held it there for a moment and then straightened my neck and slid forward again taking the last inch of his engorged cock all the way. I could now wank his cock completely with my mouth. I rocked backwards and forwards; feeling his cock between my tightened lips.
Stephen groaned. “You give the best head ever Sue.”
Now I had it in properly I could make my moves more expansive, bobbing my head further along his shaft with each stroke. This was delicious, my first cock for over three months; I was determined to make this special and enjoy every sexual nuance of the experience. Some couples I know after a separation go at it like hammer and tongs, not Stephen and me, it was always the same when he returned, slow and easy so we could eke out every moment of sexual delight. By now I was holding his bum with both my hands so I could control every movement of my body and his. Stephen liked me to be in control of this part of our love making. Later, he would take control but for now I ruled the roost guiding the action and dictating the pace of things. I sucked his cock for a while until I felt the need, the desire for Stephen to go to my cunt. He like me was an expert at giving head and I wanted him down there, with his head buried deep in my crutch licking me, touching me stimulating my body until I would crave his glorious cock in my fanny. I pulled away from his cock and lay back on the floor with my legs wide open so he could enjoy the view of my cunt. Stephen knew what I wanted but waited a moment as he savoured the look of my fanny as I opened it up with my fingers so he could see my hole properly.
“I am so looking forward to this.” He said as he knelt down between my legs.
He took one last look and then buried his head between my legs. I gasped as his tongue made contact with my cunt. He pushed my fingers away and used his to hold me open and began to lick each of my cunt lips in turn. He took it slowly enjoying the feel of my skin on his tongue as I enjoyed the feelings his efforts were putting into my body. I think he loved my cunt as much as I worshipped his manhood. He would always give it time, time for him to enjoy sucking and licking and for me to build towards the inevitable climax our love making always produced. Later on or tomorrow we would fuck with wanton passion, now it was all about love. He poked his tongue as deep into my hole as he could, his face pressed tight into my cunt. It felt wonderful as he licked my fanny walls, all around his tongue went and then he slid it up towards my clit, finally touching it, teasing it with the very tip of his tongue. Then he pushed downwards onto it massaging the organ as hard as he could. He grasped my legs and lifted them up wide so he could get to my bum. He licked the outside and forced his tongue in that hole as far as he could before sliding upwards slowly again burying his head into my crutch so he could lick the inside of my cunt and then upwards once more to my clit. This was pure sexual joy to me and I laid there with my arms stretched out over my head accepting the pleasuring my husband was giving me.
After a while I knew I needed his cock inside me.
“Make love to me.” I asked.
He put my legs down gently on the floor and moved his body up so his prick was just at the entrance to my cunt, his knob head just an inch inside me. He fucked me like that for a minute just swaying slightly his prick teasing my hole than suddenly he plunged into me all the way. I gasped in surprise and pleasure. He laid his whole body on me and we stayed like that for a minute both enjoying the feel of his prick inside my fanny. Then he started to ride me, slowly, his prick almost leaving my cunt, but not quite. Then he would plunge into me once more, all the way and back out again. The joy this style of fucking was giving my body are outside any words I can say. Wonderful, gorgeous, marvellous just don’t describe the enormous stimulation my body was receiving. Stephen has both stamina and staying power and could keep this up until he knew I was ready and at my request would speed up to fuck me with a fury that would tip me over the edge. After three months it didn’t take long and I begged him.”Fuck me hard, right now.”
He responded instantly by pounding into me, the entire length of his cock still nearly leaving my cunt and then thrusting all the way back in. Long hard fast strokes that brought me into my orgasm. I’m noisy when I climax and I screamed out as the waves of pleasure hit me. I grasped his back pulling him towards me, needing to hold him as the orgasmic joy shot through me. I bucked my hips up to meet his thrusts compounding the absolute pleasure I was feeling. The orgasm went on and on and still Stephen thrust into me, then just as my high began to subside he groaned as his orgasm hit. I loved the way his final few thrusts into me were harder as his cum shot from his lovely cock deep inside my cunt. Eight, nine, ten times he pumped his liquid into me. He laid the weight of his body back onto me and we cuddled like that for an age our arms around each other. Then he rolled off and lay alongside me holding my hand.
There was no silly talk of was that good for you darling? We both knew we had expressed our love for each other and fulfilled each others needs. Life was perfect, if only.
My name is Susan Monk, I married Stephen when I was eighteen and he was twenty six, that was six years ago. I work as a legal secretary at a small firm of solicitors in the local high street. Stephen, what does he do? I have absolutely no idea. He says that he works for the government but what he does is governed by the Official Secrets Act and he can tell me no more than that. I do know he keeps two suitcase permanently packed one for warm weather and the other for cold weather. He will get a phone call on his work mobile anytime day or night, pick up one of the suitcases and leave the house within five minutes of the call. Sometimes he is gone for a few days and other times like the last, for three months. When he is away there is no communication from him at all, not a phone call, text or email. I tell a lie, one time after a three week absence, this was three years ago, he phoned me from Heathrow and said he would be home in two hours. I waited and waited, he eventually turned up one month later.
All he said when he did finally get home was. “Sorry about that, a job came up. I won’t phone you again.”
