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Her eyes closed, she sucked and sucked and sucked her husband's cock, taking it as deeply into her as
she could without gagging. With her hands she stimulated the part of the shaft she couldn't get in her
mouth, matching the stroking of her fingers to the moves of her head, tugging and stretching the loose
skin over the hard inner core of his phallus.
Mark's entire being was focused on the feel of Judy's sweet young mouth massaging his erect prick. Her
tongue was a velvet mass pressing and scrubbing the most sensitive spot on the underside of his prick,
making his groin burn and ache with lust. Her lips, a hot, wet ring around the shaft, were excitingly
different from a vaginal embrace. And the way she pulled and stretched the skin of his phallus near the
base, with her fingers, gave the impression she had taken the entire towering organ down her throat.
Streams of fire seemed to be pouring through Mark's body, funneling straight to his groin to form a
simmering pool. From time to time he lifted his head and looked down the length of his body. He loved
seeing Judy's face spitted on his cock, loved to watch her devour his towering organ. Then the muscles
of his neck would tire and he would drop his head back on the bed.
Judy's own guts were burning up with unfulfilled lust. She truly loved sucking Mark's cock, even though
it left her own vagina empty and hungry. And this time her lack of fulfillment seemed only just in view of
her infidelity.
She took another fraction of Mark's cock in her mouth, to the back of her tongue. Then she slid the
fingers of one hand down under his balls and lifted them gently. She scratched high on the underside of
his scrotum, tickled the hot pocket between his thighs. She felt his testicles drawing up toward his body.
She thought of cannonballs drawing near the breech of a big gun, knew they were getting ready to
unload their burden down the barrel of Mark's cock. Mark's hips were heaving now, thrusting his prick
at his wife's face, jamming it into her. He tried to hold back, to keep from forcing his phallus too deeply
into her mouth, knowing it would make her gag if he did. She helped restrain his thrusting hips by pinning
his thighs down with her warm, soft torso. He could feel her tits, hard knots, digging into his thighs.
Judy matched the bobbing of her head to the flexing of Mark's hips. She took as much of his cock in her
mouth as she dared - as much as experience had taught her that she could without choking. As the
violence of Mark's heaving increased, Judy speeded the moves of her head.
He thrust upward, and, simultaneously, Judy pushed her head downward. With the fingers of one hand
she tugged gently on the saliva-coated skin of his prick. With the fingers of the other hand, she pressed
against the hard pulsing ridge behind his balls. She felt that ridge tremble, felt the semen rush the length of
his prick. A heavy wad of cum spurted from his phallus into her throat, making her swallow reflexively.
She began sucking and swallowing frantically as wave after wave of semen spasmed into her mouth. She
felt each hot gob of fluid pour down into her belly to form a warm, muscle-knotting pool in her stomach,
which she had never let it do before. She had let his cock spurt into empty air, or she had taken his
semen in her mouth and then spat it out. This time she was swallowing it as penance. She found she
enjoyed it, enjoyed ingesting the thick, creamy liquid. The massaging and squirming of her tongue as she
swallowed kept his cumming going on and on and on, until at last his prick was pumping drily in her
mouth, its reserves of cum exhausted. Slowly, the convulsing died away and the organ between her teeth
began to shrivel and soften.
Judy spat it out, then laid her head down, Mark's wiry pubic hair brushing her cheek, the cum and
saliva-coated mass of his prick against her ear. She lay there for a long time - until the last hungry
convulsions of her empty vagina died away. She had had an orgasm in spite of herself.
At last she pushed up, about to say something to Mark. The sight of his sleep-placid face stopped her.
He had dozed off while she had been cuddling him.
Judy dismounted carefully, trying not to shake or jostle the bed. Mark shifted slightly, then began snoring
easily again. Judy's panties were soaked for the second time that day. She stripped them down her legs
and off. Then she caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror. For a moment she studied her trim
young body in profile - a series of graceful feminine curves and smooth pale skin.
"Breasts too small," Judy muttered, irritated with herself for her narcissism. She pulled on her bathrobe
and went to get dinner started. As she worked in the kitchen, her mind kept going back to her infidelity,
dwelling on it no matter what she did. While Mark had been suffering at home, she had been screwing
around with a strange man, with total abandon. New waves of disgust flooded her. Even when she
reminded herself that she had gotten the listing, her guilt was a sharp knife in her guts.
How could she have done that to Mark? And how could she have enjoyed it so much? She couldn't
deny that the orgasm Shein had given her was every bit as good as any she had ever gotten from Mark.
"How's the sexiest chef in the world?" Mark asked, wrapping his arms around her. He slid one hand
inside the front of her robe and cupped her breast.
Judy lurched with surprise, and guilt, then leaned back against him for a delicious, fleeting moment.
"She's going to burn something if her husband doesn't unhand her."
"Humph," he grunted, giving the side of her neck a kiss.
"Have a nice nap?" she asked after he let her go.
"Ummm hmmm," he acknowledged.
"Feeling better?"
"For now . . ."
Judy bit her lip. She knew what the rest of the statement was - "Wish it could last."
"What's for dinner?" Mark asked at last.
"Chili."
"Again?"
"On rice. Makes the meat go farther."
"Goody, goody," Mark sighed. "Christ, I wish I could have a drink!"
Judy shook her head. "No." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]