Girls' Nightmare Out (Part 3)

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The Worst Marriage In The World Pt 1

THE WORST MARRIAGE IN THE WORLD Pt 1 By Rick Hung So there I was, walking hand in hand with my beautiful new wife, after our beautiful wedding we walked through the door of our bedroom, I couldn?t believe it, I was finally going to make love to my wife, who I up until that point had believed was a strongly religious woman believing in sex after marriage, boy was I wrong! Two seconds after we entered the room and closed the door, she pulled my hair and kicked me full force right in my nuts, I screamed in pain and collapsed on the floor, she laughed and sat down on our bed. She explained to me that my life was about to change, and showed me a document stating that I had given her full power of my accounts and that I had signed over 90% of my company to her. I stammered out between crying from pain that I had not signed those things, she laughed again and said that she drugged me about two weeks ago and made me sign the papers, in which I apparently happily did. She explained to me that if I ever divorced her, or made her want to divorce me, I would be lucky if I was homeless and broke. She told me that when we first started dating she liked me, but that after she saw me naked after a shower she knew she could never like me, that my penis was the smallest and ugliest she had ever seen. And she also decided at that point that because I cheated her by leading her to believe I had a cock and being so confident that she was going to make my life a living hell. I couldn?t believe what I was hearing, I tried to make sense of this situation, but not long after she told me that she had to tell me more, she wanted me to get to know the real Amanda, I was told not to interrupt her until she was finished: ?You see, my sad loser husband, I am and have been for as long as I can remember a fucking cockslut! Put a big dick in front of me and I am sold. I love a man who treats me like the whore I am, and I love cum. If I could, I would be on a sperm only diet. I would not die of hunger. So all the time we been dating I have fucked and sucked my way through this boring year. In fact, I actually ate a load only an hour ago. I ran into your friend Howard outside the mens room fifteen minutes before I walked down to marry you, he said I looked hot in my wedding dress. So being a good whore, I politely asked him if I could suck him off. He didn?t really know what to say, poor guy, being your friend and all. I told him that it would be my honor to eat his cum, he really didn?t know what to think. So I took his hand and lead him into one of the stalls in the mens room, dropped to my knees, pulled out his cock and went to work. I sucked him off and I swallowed his cream. I even thanked him for it!? She then out of nowhere started laughing ?come to think off it, when you kissed the bride, I had just sucked him off, you kissed cum? I threw up, she made me clean it up, then told me to listen up: ? Being this is our wedding-night and all we have decided to make this a night to remember? Who?s we? I thought. ?remember Andy?? She asked me. Andy was my best friend from kinder garden up until a year ago when I had to fire him from my work due to expenses. ? He was my best friend? I whispered. ?Speak up loser? she screamed. ?He was my best friend!? I said out loud. She smiled down at me and said ?? He hates you almost as much as me, so we decided to have some fun with you, you are going to hate it so much? I can?t wait? She told me to address him as Sir when he came over and to show that ?great? man the respect he deserved. I had a really bad feeling about this. After about ten minutes there was a knock on the door, my wife jumped up and ran to the door, opened up and there he was Andy, he walked in and said ?? Hello Jimmy? as he kissed my wife and sat down, I said ?? Hello Andy?, SMACK! My wife slapped me, and screamed out ??That?s not showing respect!!? ?? Hello Sir? I said defeated. He spread his legs and my wife told me to pay close attention as she unbuckled his pants and took out his dick. She held it in one hand and looked at me and said ?Now, this is how a cock is supposed to look. Isn?t it the most beautiful thing you have ever seen?? His dick was at least twice as long as mine and really thick, she looked at it and asked him if she could suck it, he said ?go for it bitch? she smiled and started to kiss it. Not kissing it actually, more like making out with it. French kissing the entire dick with her eyes closed, with low moans, while he was sitting back saying stuff like ?? that?s right you dirty whore, respect that dick?. For about 20 minutes I was forced to watch her make out with my friends dick, he finally told her that she had earned a sucking, and she didn?t waste any time. I felt sick and exited at the same time watching my wife slurping away at his dick , it looked so pleasurable. After about ten minutes of sucking he said ? okay, whore, now my balls feel neglected? she said ?I?m so sorry, I just got carried away?. She dropped his dick and went down to his balls. I guess she wasn?t joking when she said she was a dirty cockslut, I couldn?t believe she let someone talk to her like that, but there she was, looking up at him with puppy eyes, licking sucking and kissing Andy?s big set of balls. After almost ten minutes of ball sucking, he said to me ?now asshole, are you ready to see what kind of whore your wife is?? I looked at him speechless, like this wasn?t enough nastiness? My wife looked at me and I reluctantly said "Yes, sir? Andy smiled and said ? Okay, cumrag, I think my ass needs a cleaning? and my wife went down and actually kissed his asshole. That?s right, not the cheeks, the actual hole, she then French kissed it and started to lick it, and just as enthusiastically as the rest of it. He then told her that he wanted her tongue buried in there, and she actually stuck it in his ass, ? further bitch, further? you could see her bury her face in his ass, she did this for about ten minutes as he told me some stories about her, to make me fully understand what cock meant to my wife, and every story was more disturbing than the other. She had sucked of a homeless person, she had given away blowjobs at the local high school, she had even been at a strip club with a sign outside selling blowjobs for a dollar to every guy interested coming out of the club, she gladly sucked of any age and race, the oldest being 65 and the youngest being 18 years old, and at her bachlorette party she invited 20 guys and they used her all night, cumming in every hole. After a while she was allowed to continue to suck him and after another ten minutes of sucking she seemed really inpatient saying stuff like ? wanna cum for me baby?? ?I want to suck the cum straight out of your balls? ?feed me, please? After another five minutes of begging he told her very seriously that I had to convince him to feed her, she panicked and said ?well, you heard the man? I thought there is no way in hell I?m doing that then she out of nowhere, punched me in the face while screaming ?? Beg him, beg him? while continuing throwing punches. I blocked most of them but she didn?t stop, she was furious, she screamed at me ?if he doesn?t feed me now, I'm going to make you wish you never been born? ? give me his cum asshole!? After three or four punches right in my face I started to beg him, actually fearing for my life. After a while he said, -? okay, okay, cumbucket you got your wish , now get back to work? my wife wasted no time, eagerly sucking and licking his cock. After a while she sounded like a kid on Christmas morning, ? oh, my god, I can feel them tighten, feed me baby!? She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and massaged his testicles with her hands, he grunted and out came a thick white continuing gob of sperm coating her tongue, he must have cum for at least ten seconds. I had never seen anything like it and she didn?t stop there... and this is the most disgusting thing I had ever seen, she started to play with it , blowing bubbles while moaning, gargling, chewing on it, spitting it slowly out of her mouth all over his cock before she slowly sucked it all up again. I really fought my stomach at this point. After about five minutes, she swallowed and went back on his dick, licking and sucking it again, it was soft now, but still twice my size. She licked the balls and cock clean, while saying most affectionately ? Thank you baby, you just made me the happiest whore in the world, your cum is the best sweetie? 5789 1.34/512345

Cindy And Josh

CINDY AND JOSH Cindy smiled to herself in the mirror. Josh, her fiance, had agreed to leave the preparations for their wedding completely in her hands. And he had meekly accepted it when she told him he was forbidden to have a buck?s night because she knew they could get out of hand, but at the same time she informed him she would be having a hen?s night. ?I am going out with some girl friends to a local night club,? she told him bluntly. Cindy?s bridesmaid and the organizer of her hen?s night was her closest girl friend, Lisa. Lisa was a stunning brunette aged 25, with unbelievable breasts, not just in size but in proportion to her thin waist and hips that swung from side to side when she walked in counterpoint. But she was recently divorced and seemed given to occasional outbursts of anger, mainly directed at men. Somehow Josh did not think Lisa held him in high regard. At the night club, Cindy and her friends all drank a lot and, making uninhibited girly noises, were soon joined by several guys on the make. Cindy flirted with them all, but she soon became aware of one guy in particular making eye contact. She watched him watching her and noting he was very cute, returned his gaze, sending him messages with her eyes. Messages that said, I?ve noticed you too, find your way to me and lets see what happens. He worked his way towards her, his route meandering through the mutter of the crowd, but his eyes never wavering from her. It was an approach that told her something about him. He was not only handsome, but confident that he had not misread what he thought her eyes were telling him. Confident in a way that Josh never was. They finally made contact. His name was Alex and he was charming but also had another quality, danger. ?And what?s your name?? he asked. ?Cindy,? she replied. ?So, this is your hen?night?? ?Yes, my last night of freedom.? ?And what a beautiful bride you will make,? he said softly. ?But it?s a pity.? ?What do you mean?? she asked, used to most men?s pick up lines. ?Forget it,? he said with the faintest of shrugs but a clear disappointment in his eye. ?No, tell me,? she said now curious. A quick glance to either side, making sure he wasn?t heard by her friends, then his voice was soft and intense. ?That you are getting married, but at least I have your image in my head to carry around.? The smile he won in response was as brilliant as his own and he knew it.. Cindy knew he was playing her, but from there she couldn't resist him.. She wasn?t sure if it was the alcohol her friends had made sure she had had too many of but the conversation was followed by dancing which quickly became very intimate, with Alex holding her buttocks and grinding his pelvis into her. He even told her in no uncertain words how he intended take the future bride?s virginity that night. Cindy just laughed and said, ?You?re a bit late!? But somehow she knew that she would be his that night. But by the time the night club closed, Lisa had plied Cindy with so much alcohol that she was very drunk and very horny. ?Would you like to come back to my flat?? Alex asked. Cindy only hesitated a moment before agreeing. What?s the harm? Josh would never know. Alex hailed a taxicab. Alex began to undress her on the way home in the cab and after little resistance on her part, he had her skirt up around her waist and had removed her knickers. Although she knew she was about to marry Josh, she found herself responding to Alex in a way that she knew she shouldn't, but was unable to control. He took her the first time in the cab and kept his promise to fuck her hard. The glorious feeling of being completely filled spread through her with each hard thrust of Alex?s cock and hips. He drove into her so deeply that with each penetration he nudged her clitoris deliciously, quite literally banging her, his long large cock reaching to depths of her vagina that had never been reached by Josh. In a way it was almost painful, but waves of pre-orgasmic pleasure built up inside her until she was close to orgasm. Meeting his passion, Cindy rammed her pelvis back against Alex, knowing it was very wanton behavior from a bride-to-be. As she approached orgasm, he grasped her breasts, tugging on them and sucking on them and pinching her nipples hard, so that her breasts felt like they were being roughly milked, bolts of pain shooting through her bruised flesh. It was this rough treatment that finally pushed her to a thundering orgasm. She screamed and moaned, poking her tongue as far down the mouth of Alex as she could. This man who she had just met and who was now cuckolding Josh even before the marriage was consummated. Alex returned her kiss, thrusting his tongue in and out as deeply as possible so that it was like fucking her with a second cock. Alex was still unsatisfied and after her orgasm, he pressed his penis between her lips all the way into her mouth until she deep throated him. She devoured his cock hungrily, enjoying the sweet taste of his pre-come. He was so deep inside her throat that she thought she might pass out but soon his semen exploded in her mouth. It was only then that she became aware that the taxicab had stopped and that the driver had come around to join in. The sight of this gorgeous woman being fucked in the mouth in the rear vision mirror had obviously been too much for the driver, who decided to try his luck given her drunken state. As Alex pulled out her mouth, the cab driver?s cock came into her view. Suddenly it didn't matter to her that she didn't know him or that he was overweight and not particularly attractive. In her horny state, she just needed another cock right then and right there. His cock was short but extremely thick and a pearly drop of moisture glistened at from the tip of his penis. She licked it off before taking him into her mouth. He started to thrust into her, using her mouth as a man would use a cunt, his balls slapping against her chin, but his cock was too thick and she gagged at first. He paused until she stopped coughing, then resumed at a slower steadier rhythm, holding her head between his hands as he used her pretty mouth. His shafting of her mouth was quite unrelenting and it was with relief she felt his cock shudder at his climax. He pulled out as he came, covering her face with semen. Then he leaned forward and kissed her on her come streaked mouth saying, ?Just a little gift to you and your fiance on this happy occasion!? Later the cab dropped her off at Alex?s apartment. Alex continued to fuck her for most of the night, which made her even hornier, since sex with Josh was a once a night only affair. Every time she approached orgasm, he grasped her breasts and sucked on them, this rough treatment bringing her to thundering orgasm after orgasm. Later still that night, she felt Alex?s finger probe her asshole. Initially her virgin anus resisted entry, but he lubricated his finger with the copious semen that had seeped down her legs and probed again. Before long he was able to penetrate her with his finger without resistance. He withdrew his finger to get more lubrication and then resumed his probing. When the finger was fully inside her, he started to stretch her anal ring, teasing and pulling it wider apart. The finger withdrew temporarily and then she realized it was replaced by not one but two fingers inside her. Suddenly he withdrew again and once more he used his semen to lubricate her a third time. Then, instead of his fingers, she felt his cock press against her anus. Little by little her anal sphincter relaxed and his cock eventually forced its way just inside. He paused on her anal verge temporarily to allow it to accommodate this new dilation, then resumed his penetration. He was very patient she thought, just like a groom might treat a virgin bride on her wedding night but of course he was not the groom. She realized he would not be happy until his whole cock was in to the hilt and finally she felt her anal ring surrender completely. At last he had his whole cock inside her. Again he paused temporarily, letting her get used to the sensation of fullness. Then he began to thrust back and forward, very gently initially. It hurt at first, but gradually he built up force, his balls slapping against her labia and the thrusts became as hard as those he had meted out to her cunt earlier, gripping her buttocks tightly at first so she couldn't pull away and then leaning forward and grasping hold of her swinging breasts so that he could penetrated her anus as deeply as possible as he rammed into her. Finally he came in an explosion and when he pulled out of her, thick gelatinous semen trickled out of her dilated arsehole. Alex leaned forward and whispered in her ear, ?Well, what do you know, the bride was a virgin of sorts?. The next morning Cindy woke to feel fingers parting her sticky labia and pull at her nipples. Gradually her brain focused. She was still in Alex?s bed, still naked, her mouth and cunt and arse sore from the night?s activities and she was very hung over. She trembled when she felt Alex? cock, hard again, pushing up against her cunt. ?You?re a morning person, then,? she said, her voice a tease as her body felt a new arousal. Alex said, ?I bet your fiance doesn?t fuck you like this?. Cindy replied wistfully, ?Never?. ?Tell me then, bride to be, what do you want for breakfast?? he asked. ?I want your cock up me one more time.? ?Tell me where you want it. I want to hear you say where you want it. I want you to beg for it.? ?In the bride?s cunt,? she replied. ?Please fuck it now.? He sucked on her breasts as her entered her one last time. His cock felt huge inside her and her whole pelvis throbbed with arousal. He started to fuck her, slowly and steadily. She began to feel another orgasm approach and then she felt his hot breath at her ear whisper, ?What are you going to tell your fiance then?? He punctuated each word with a thrust. ?That your cock was much bigger than his.? ?Promise?? he asked, holding back. ?Promise,? she said, wanting him to finish her. With her promise delivered, he resumed thrusting and soon deposited one last large load of his semen in her and she moaned as she orgasmed. She lay there panting, satisfied. But suddenly Cindy realized it was quite late in the morning and she was due for a final rehearsal for the wedding at eleven o?clock with Josh. She asked Alex if she could use his telephone and rang Josh. ?Hello,? he said. ?Hi, darling, sorry I?m a bit under the weather, but I will be home soon,? Cindy said. ?OK, I can?t wait to hear about your night. Just listening to your voice is making me hard.? That?s all I need right now, Cindy thought. She jumped up to get dressed and asked Alex to call her a cab. Cindy found her bra, top and skirt but despite looking everywhere, she couldn?t find her knickers. Alex just laughed and said ?Don?t you remember? I took them off last night and you left them in the cab on the way here. The cab driver kept them as a trophy?. At that moment the taxi-cab arrived and beeped so she rushed outside and got in, giving the driver directions to her apartment. It was the same driver from the night before, although she did not recognize him at first. He just smiled knowingly and then she saw her lace knickers were hanging like some trophy from his rear view mirror. She thought better of asking him to return them. On the way home, she realized that in her hurry she had not been to the toilet to check her make up or clean herself up. And then she began to feel Alex?s semen start to leak out of her vagina onto the taxi-cab seat. As she alighted, the cab driver remarked about the wet patch on his rear seat but she ignored him. She entered their apartment and tried to sneak upstairs to the bathroom but Josh surprised her at the top of the stairs. ?It looks like you had quite a time,? Josh said. Cindy apologized, ?Sorry darling, I stayed over at Lisa?s.? ?Oh, that?s strange. Lisa just rang, asking for you,? Josh said. Josh surmised Lisa had rung him deliberately, partly because she thought it quite funny to put Cindy in this predicament and partly to humiliate Josh. ?Could you make me a cup of coffee?? Cindy said, ignoring this discrepancy. Josh agreed, but was back straight away and stood watching her. She took off her top, leaving her bra and skirt on, as she didn?t want Josh to see her knickerless. ?So what?s this then,? he said and when she looked in the mirror, to her horror, she saw a big love bite on each breast where Alex had been sucking, obviously a parting gift from him to embarrass her. Nonplussed, Cindy thought desperately what to say that might appease Josh. It was the first time in their relationship that she had been on the defensive and she burst into tears. ?I?m sorry, the girls got me drunk and set me up with this guy. I honestly don?t remember much of what happened last night,? she said, hoping this wouldn?t affect the wedding plans. Josh gave her a hug and said, ?Its OK, I forgive you, but I don?t want any secrets, so you have to tell me exactly what happened last night.? She told him where she had gone and whom she had met, but wouldn?t go on further. She certainly didn?t mention the cab driver or that Alex had deflowered her virginal anus. ?Listen,? Josh said, ?I wanted to know everything, no secrets OK?. He kissed her on the breasts and his lips lingered over her love bites. Cindy asked, ?Are you sure?? ?Yes,? Josh said and pushed her back on the bed. As he did, her skirt rode up to reveal her knickerless, naked bush. She tried to pull her skirt down. ?Look, it?s been awhile since I had a shower and I understand if you are not in the mood,? Cindy said, hoping Josh would take the hint not to explore down there. Josh said, ?You sound so tense, my darling, let me soothe all that pressure away. I do want to go down on you,? and he leant forward, his face between her legs. Josh could see her labia were red and swollen from her recent morning fuck. And the rich smell of semen mixed with vaginal juices filled her nostrils. Cindy started to push Josh away and said, ?Better not, I really need a wash?. Josh replied, ?It won?t matter, if you used a condom,? and flicked his tongue over her labia and then spreading her legs plunged his tongue into her vagina and started to lick and suck. She looked down at Josh and he looked up, knowing she knew what he could taste. Cindy emitted a reverent moan and the thought entered Josh?s mind that whoever?s sperm he was now tasting was probably telling his mates how he had just fucked some bride to be. But Josh just continued to lick and suck blissfully and Cindy lay back panting. As she got closer to climax, he paused and asked: ?Was his cock bigger than mine? Cindy did not answer at first, but then she nodded wistfully, remembering her promise to Alex. ?Yes, Josh.? Josh resumed licking her then paused again and asked, ?Did he make you suck him?? knowing Cindy usually refused to do this for Josh as she said she found it demeaning. She looked him straight in the eye. ?Yes Josh, and you know, it made me so hot doing it. It was a beautiful cock. So big. Just an amazing thing to behold. How could a girl not want to suck on it?? This was too much for Josh and before Cindy could retract what she had said, quite suddenly he ejaculated on her leg. It was only then that Cindy realised what a turn on the humiliation had been for Josh. Appalled at first, she felt a real stirring of passion as she began to realise his submissive nature was not only a weakness but also a gift. Other men would have called off the marriage, unable to tolerate the humiliation. But not Josh. With that realization, she pulled him up from her crotch to her mouth and kissed him on his lips. She pushed her tongue deep into his mouth in a long slow kiss, so they could both taste Alex?s semen. His hands roamed over her large creamy breasts, marked now by the two large love bites Alex had given her, which he kissed gently with his lips. Confident again now, Cindy asked, ?Will you still marry me?? mock romantic. Josh just nodded but didn?t speak in order to cover the lurch of apprehension he felt in his stomach. The first stirrings of a suppressed desire that might lead to place where he didn?t what to admit to be interested in going just yet. Josh?s eye?s widened, registering surprise when he saw her watching his reaction. On their wedding day, Cindy wore a dress that showed her substantial cleavage to advantage and the two love bites on each breasts were clearly visible in the wedding photographs, as she refused to cover them up with make-up. They were after all a wedding present from Alex! And they sent a message that she didn?t mind whether or not she embarrassed Josh. As events would turn out, she couldn?t have been more right. Dommairona 33321 1.55/512345

Driven To Desperation Ch. 01

PROLOGUE IT LOOKED LIKE THE MAN WAS BEHEADED. At least, the head was missing. What was left was the rest of the body, and reclined against the wall; it looked like the man had been sitting on some kind of a reclining chair. That, he was a man was evident: there was a hard up thrust penis between his open thighs, almost perpendicular to his body. In proportion to the body, the penis seemed extremely huge, almost, impossibly so. It was around seven inches in length and by no stretch of imagination was it thin, because the diameter would have to be about an inch and a half. In reality, the man was a portrait. An outstanding painting done on a life size canvas; well, almost entirely. The penis was not a part of the portrait. Nor was it real. It was an artificial penis, one of those found in sex shops. It was fastened between the legs of the headless man in the portrait by drilling a hole there and fixing a few rivets from behind the painting. He stared at the portrait with unseeing eyes. He was sprawled out on a chair that was remarkably like the one in the portrait. And like the man in the portrait, he was naked too. But unlike the man in the portrait, he still had his head on his body, and too, his penis was totally flaccid. He was fucked out. Totally, absolutely fucked out. And he knew that it would be next to impossible to ever have an erection again. His flesh was not willing, and neither was the spirit. He had given up. Fifteen years down the line and it was time to call quits. He just couldn?t take it any more. His amorous wife had killed him off sexually. Numbly, he turned his head from the portrait and watched his wife in the center of the room. She was in a sexual frenzy. She always was. And he supposed he had been a fool to marry her. The difference in their ages had been too much. And it had taken a heavy toll. She was sitting on the longhaired man, her back to him and his cock up inside her cunt. The other man, short and bulky, stood by her side, languidly moving his hips to and fro and watching his cock gliding in and out of her mouth. The third man knelt on the other side, his head at her jiggling tits, lips licking the large nipples when he was not sucking an entire tit. She was making small gurgling noises in her mouth, bouncing up and down on the longhaired man, impaling herself, no gorging herself, with his hard and erect cock. One hand held the short man whom she was sucking by his buttocks and her other hand was behind the third man?s head, urging him to suck on her large tits. As he watched the four of them from the chair, he felt a twinge of guilt, and then a flash of pain course through his body. He was angry. He threw away a penis-enhancer he had been holding in his hand and slowly got up from the chair. Continuing to look at them he backed away till he was at the door that led to their bedroom. He paused at the door and turned to enter the room. He hesitated, and then glanced at them again. They were not even aware of him. It was as if the husband did not exist. ?Oh yes, fuck me,? she wailed, drawing her head back and rubbing the glans of the cock she was sucking over her cheek. ?Fuck me with your hard cock, yes, yes, like that, oh god, you fill me up!? ?Suck me,? the stocky man reminded her, moving his hips in circles, helping her smear his pre-cum over her face. ?It?s my turn, now,? the third man who had been at her tits protested, getting to his feet. She laughed. ?Both of you, now. Stand on either side of me and let me suck both your dicks.? The two men arranged themselves on her sides as instructed as she continued to ride the cock that was fucking into her powerfully. The man, on whom she was sitting, brought his hands around her and grasped her heavy tits, mauling the flesh. Her head was like a windshield wiper, turning to one cock and then to the other as she took turns sucking the two men. At one point, she brought both the cock heads together and giggled as she tried to stuff them simultaneously inside her mouth. The longhaired man grunted and got off the chair, his cock still buried inside her cunt and the three of them managed to arrange her onto her hands and knees on the floor. He grabbed her hips and began to slam inside her like a battering ram, shoving her body forward till she was gagging on one cock and furiously jerking off the other. He looked away. With short steps, he entered the bedroom and waded across to the closet. He opened it and from under a stack of shirts, pulled out the gun. He flipped open the magazine and checked the charge. It was loaded. He heard his wife moan, the almost obscene noises of sucking and the dull rhythmic sound of her buttocks slamming against the man?s hips. He wouldn?t be doing this, he thought. And he hadn?t till now. As long as he could raise an erection watching her being serviced by other men, he was okay. It had initially started with the portrait he had made. Then, he would get charged when she would straddle the dildo and take him in her mouth. That faded away and the portrait had to be replaced by real flesh. Her appetite was enormous. Watching her with another man kept him going till that too faded away and the desire to watch her doing it with more than one to be able to raise an erection, had made him accept the current situation in hand. Three men! He slid back the safety catch and looked at the door. He was ready. ****** I AM CRAZILY IN LOVE WITH MY WIFE. Fifteen years later and I still am. And to have her with me and beside me until the end, I would do anything that she wants. Which was precisely what I planned. At forty-seven, I am not what one would call in a physically okay condition and there in lies the crux of the matter. My doctors tell me I have sinusitis, an irritable bowel syndrome, a depression problem and most of all the two words most men usually dread: ED. I had tried everything, from Viagra to herbal capsules and lotions prescribed by psychiatrists, sex consultants and roadside quacks. Nothing had worked for me and I was resigned to the fact that nothing ever would. My wife is thirty-three and at her physical peak. Basically, she has always been the aggressor in almost everything we come across in day-to-day life. Taking decisions was her forte. Running the house and managing the finances (in addition to adding to them) were her portfolios. And she was, in two words what most women her age would like to be: sexually active. Anita (I call her Ann) is extraordinarily inventive when it comes to sex and her drive never ceases to amaze me. When in sexual need, she was like a nymphomaniac. Under other circumstances, I would never dream of trying to do what I finally did. But I reckon, love makes one forget about all circumstances. And to have her with me till the end, (most couples who are really in love with each other have that goal) I had to keep both of us happy. I guess I have always been in love with her and will continue to do just that. But before coming down to describing what I did to try and keep the marriage going, it is necessary to know the background: not just the basics, but the complete details. I realized that I was hopelessly in love with her ever since the day she attended the birthday party my folks had hosted when I turned twenty-eight. ?Happy birthday, dada,? she had wished me, smiling that radiant smile of hers, which strangely I had never noticed before. The word ?dada? implies literally ?elder brother? and that is what she had always called me. After that day and the days that followed, I would be seated at my desk in my aunt?s place, pretending to be absorbed in my work, but mostly glancing out of the window, hoping that she would show up. She lived in a tiny bungalow whose backyard faced the window of my study room. I had always preferred to do my work from here for two reasons (after the twenty-eighth birthday, I added a third reason) ? one, the purely residential area was located far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, in tranquil surroundings boasting of having the densest woods; and two, my uncle and aunt had no children. And peace was intrinsic to my area of work: I was studying to be an architect. I proposed to her only after I reached thirty-two for the simple reason that she attained major age at that time. So figure out how old she was when I actually fell in love with her! ?Isn?t the difference between your ages too much?? Most of my friends would ask me the question; or, ?But hey, she calls you dada!? I hadn?t proposed directly to her. Instead, I had preferred to take up the issue with her parents. And having known me so well for so many years (more particularly, being aware of the fact that we were quite well to do) they had eagerly agreed. She was doing her senior in commerce at that time, and naturally, she had friends of her age who ridiculed my proposition. She had seemed to be sort of shell-shocked when she got the news, and I had told her to take her time and think about it. It took her a week to say ?yes?. It was decided that we wait for six months before exchanging vows. In these six months, we met every day, ostensibly, I suppose, to get to know each other better in a relatively different way than we knew both of us to be. We went to the finest restaurants, took in vague movies and went for long drives. I let it be known that I was crazy about trekking; I had, after all trekked the Himalayas twice. She was fascinated and I promised her that we would go there for the honeymoon. ?Not trekking, for gods sakes!? I had laughed, ?No way, we fly!? She was everything I desired. Witty, bright (she read a lot), innocent about a lot of worldly ways and plus, she rode the motorcycle like a she-devil. At about five-seven, she was five inches shorter than me, but the stilettos she loved to wear compensated that by a couple of inches. She was strikingly well built and good looking enough to make one look at her more than once. She had always been well built. Broad shoulders, sort of double-boned, there was really very little that would suggest that she was petite or very feminine if you discounted her very generous breasts and her lush curves. She had a rather large nose, equally large eyes, thick eyebrows and a very wide and full mouth. Once, when I had knocked on her door at an unexpected hour, I saw her in a short robe. She had tremendously well made thighs. She had long legs all right, but very powerful thighs. She always tied up her long curly tresses in a sort of a ponytail with brightly colored bands. Without the ponytail, those long hairs of hers framed her face perfectly: like a kind of a halo. What was a delightful surprise was the fact that she was an extremely passionate girl. The first time I kissed her (I had intended it to be a gentle quick peck on the lips) I had felt her opening her wide mouth and trying to push her tongue in mine. She had read a Sidney Sheldon novel and coincidentally the film was in town. We had enjoyed the movie (although the scenes involving the guy having sex with the women before killing them had made me squirm) and after a couple of coffees at the coffee bar, I had driven her back to her place. It was rather late, around eleven-thirty I guess, when I decided I wanted to kiss her goodnight. Under the porch, surrounded by bougainvillea, I proceeded to do just that. Imagine my surprise when she kissed me back hungrily, pushing herself hard against me. I was thirty-two and a lot more experienced in these matters than she. When her hands went around my shoulders and her tongue into my mouth, I almost thought of taking her back to my aunt?s place; I could easily sneak in. But somehow, the thought of doing it with her like that didn?t appeal to me, so I let go. My cousins and friends had decorated my bedroom for us to spend our first night after the wedding. There had been the usual bantering and taunting reserved especially for the bridegroom and bride before I was allowed to close the door. Roses, marigold and even lotus had been used profusely. The bed was literally strewn with them, and I thought she looked gorgeous when I saw her sitting on the bed, looking demure and shy. She was bedecked with all kind of ornaments and was wearing the typical silk sari that is worn by a new bride: five yards of the yard-and-a-half wide silk cloth wrapped around the body, with one border curving over the front to cover the chest and hanging over the back. I remember sitting close to her that night, whispering to her that she looked so beautiful and wonderful, as I took my time and removed every single ornament she had been wearing. ?You look especially beautiful when you blush,? I had told her. Devoid of ornaments, I had begun to now concentrate on the clothes. First, I gently pulled the border of the sari from around her shoulders. She hid her face in her hands when the garment came away in my hands. I felt choked when I realized that the blouse she was wearing under that border, was so low at the front, I could easily see a fourth of the top of her bunched up large breasts. The fact that I wasn?t aware of this during the entire reception party, made it look sexier. I swallowed and leaning forward clumsily, I kissed the top of her head. ?All the clothes,? she had murmured. She had to stand up on the floor for me to unwrap the sari, and as I did it, she kept her gaze fixed on my hands. The top of the sari is tucked into a long petticoat, and it took quite an effort on my part to get it off. She giggled once when she found that it was tough going for me, but made no move to help me. When I threw away the sari on a chair by the side of the bed, I pulled the little drawstring that held the petticoat at her waist. This time around she did help me. ?Wait,? she whispered, ?let me do it. Or you may end up tying a knot that you may not be able to remove.? I waited and watched her nimbly pulling the small end of the thread, and then, the petticoat slid down to the floor around her knees. I gulped again when I looked at her. Clad in blue panties and the red skimpy blouse, she looked incredibly sexy. Before I could continue, she stopped me. ?Wait. It?s your turn now.? ?I undressed you so far. So it?s only fair that you undress me,? I told her, my voice husky and my throat dry. And needless to mention, my heart was racing like I had just come off a thousand meter jogging track. Shyly, she reached out to unbutton my silk shirt. I had stripped off my coat and tie at the reception hall itself. Suits and shoes stifle me. They don?t allow me to breathe the way I want to. I stood there, so close to her, my eyes riveted on her heaving bosom and her naked thighs beneath her panties as she drew the shirt away from my body. I raised my hands so that she could pull out the vest. When her hands fumbled for the belt, I caught them. ?Wait. Let me do it. Or you may end up tangling it so that you may not be able to remove it.? She giggled and allowed me to tug out the belt. There?s something wonderful about a couple undressing each other. Especially when they haven?t seen each other naked before. All those months of having restrained myself from even partially undressing her, paid off. I was having a ball. I allowed her to unbutton my pants and when they fell in a heap around my legs, I clearly saw her eyes widening in disbelief when she saw the enormous bulge inside my underwear. She blushed again. We stood facing each other for a long time. She looked very radiant and incredibly beautiful. I gently put my arms around her shoulders and pulled her into my embrace. I wanted to bury my face in her hair, but she raised her face and my lips brushed her cheek. I realized that she wanted to kiss me, so I put my lips on hers. I felt her arms going around my waist and she ground her body against mine when our mouths fused together. She kissed me hungrily, just like that day under the porch. But this time around it was with gay abandon than out of sheer urgency. I felt her soft tongue meet mine and I was surprised when she suddenly started to suck my tongue, letting out a soft moan. We kissed like that for a long time and I pushed my erection against her stomach. She must have felt it because she pushed right back. She rocked her body from one side to the other and this made me let out a groan. I pushed against her and she kept going backward till her knees came up against the bed. She tumbled down onto it and I held her by her shoulders so that she wouldn?t fall. I made her sit on the edge of the low bed and then slipped down on my knees on the floor. I dragged my mouth away from hers and kissed her chin, trailing slowly down to the hollow of her neck. She understood. Grasping my face with her strong hands, she pulled me down so that I could bury my face between her big breasts. I inhaled deeply, taking in the musky fragrance of perfume and sweat. Blindly, I groped for her breasts and felt her twisting around so that I could get my hands around them. She let out a long sigh when I squeezed her breasts. I felt her hands slide down over my back and then over my stomach, down, down, till she could squeeze my bulge. I almost ejaculated then. Though I was still in my underwear, I could feel the heat of her hands as she struggled to grip my erection. ?Wait, wait,? she pleaded, ?Together, please, please? I drew back and she went still as I unbuttoned her blouse with shaking hands. She gripped my wrists, as if to steady my hands. As the buttons came off, I could see her blue bra sagging down, struggling to contain her heavy breasts inside it. It was a kind of a push-up bra (though she didn?t need any support there) and that bunched her breasts together, revealing an enticing cleavage. She pushed back her hands to allow me to remove the blouse off her body. The top of her breasts glistened with her sweat, rising and falling as she breathed deeply. I bent down and kissed the top of her breasts. She moaned, arching her back and thrusting her chest at me. I let my mouth move down and closed my lips around one bra-clad nipple. She shuddered. I let my hands caress her naked thighs and she softly called my name. ?Oh, Ashish!? I moved on to the other nipple and felt her legs go taut as I took it in my mouth. ?Oh God!? she moaned. She clutched the back of my head to her bosom. I was now only too aware of my painful erection, so I drew back. With trembling hands, I reached behind her and fumbled for the bra hooks. She stopped me again, giggling girlishly when she realized I couldn?t unfasten the hooks. When she reached behind to take off her bra, her breasts swelled to fill up the cups. Any which way I looked at them, I was fascinated. When the bra joined her blouse on the bed, I stared speechlessly (not that I was talking a lot) at her bare breasts. That?s when she surprised me. Reaching up to lift her breasts in her hands, she pouted: ?Like my tits?? Hearing her sprout out the word brought me to the very edge of ejaculating in my underwear. I dumbly nodded as I gazed at her breasts. They were extraordinary. Large, firm and soft with big and hard nipples, the areolas were almost an inch and a half in diameter. ?Want to suck on my tits, Ash?? she whispered. ?Where,? I managed to croak, ?did you learn those words?? She laughed impishly. ?The advantages of reading Robbins and the other lot.? ?I want to suck,? I muttered to her, leaning forward to do just that. She drew away teasingly. ?Want to suck what?? ?Your tits!? I spat out harshly. She offered them to me, and boy! Did I go after them! I began by licking one nipple with the tip of my tongue till it was dripping with my saliva. She was pushing her chest at me making animal like sounds deep in her throat. When the nipple was wet enough, I opened my mouth wide and took in as much of her tit as possible. She stifled a scream, then holding her breast with one hand pushed in, as if feeding me more of her. I spent a long time sucking her like that. As I sucked, I also let my lips lick at the nipple. I reached for her other tit and began to knead it. ?The other one darling! Do the other one!? she exclaimed. Swiftly, I moved my head and instead of licking the nipple, directly took her in my mouth. She wriggled and jerked on the bed as I feasted on her tits. She was holding both her tits now, pushing them wildly against my face. At one point of time, I bunched them together and tried to stuff both the nipples in my mouth at the same time. It was impossible. ?Please, Ash, please, I want to see your cock,? she whimpered. Innocent, sweet little big wife! First ?tits? and now ?cock?! Whatever next? I wondered. Reluctantly, I let off her tits and got to my feet. I looked at her, sitting there, hair all over her face, flushed and breathing hard and eyes wide with excitement. I had married a fire breather! She didn?t let me peel off my underwear. Instead, she grabbed the waistband with both her hands and pulled. She was impatient, because she let the garment hang around my hips, and when my erection burst out, hard and throbbing, she caught hold of it in her hands. To this day, I don?t know how I managed not to come. ?My God, its so big!? she breathed and her face was so close to my prick, I could feel the heat of her breath. I knew she did not have any kind of experience in sex; I knew her too well. If she had any of it, I was sure that it would have been restricted to those little boy-little girl explorations. But I suppose it is instinct that makes a girl slide the flesh of the male genitals up and down when she holds it for the first time. She did that to mine, and it was pure ecstasy. ?It?s you who are responsible for that,? I told her, reaching down to fondle her breasts again, which were dangling down; I just couldn?t keep my hands away from them. ?Wait,? she said, ?let me look and feel you.? So I stood there, bent down from the waist and fondled her breasts while she softly moved her hand up and down over my hot flesh. She cupped my scrotum with the other and I jerked involuntarily, trying to control my feelings that just galloped with wild abandon. ?Oh my God!? she muttered, ?It?s so hard and so big.? ?What is so hard and big?? I queried, wanting to hear her revert back to her more graphic vocabulary. ?Your cock, no, it?s now my cock. My dick. My prick. My rod? I mauled her tits when she whispered those words and decided to play her game. ?Wouldn?t you let me see my cunt, darling?? I asked her. She blushed, squeezing my prick and then silently lifted her hips off the bed. ?Take off my panties,? she commanded. Even as she continued to milk my flesh, I slipped my hands down over her waist and pushed my fingers in the elastic waistband of her panties. She had to let go of my prick temporarily because I had to bend down to slide her panties down her thighs and then down all the way. She sat back on the bed and now lifted her legs. I wiggled backward so that her feet were in my lap and pulled off the flimsy material. The panties joined the sari on the chair and she was gloriously naked. I pushed her back and she fell onto the bed, lying across it. Then, with a stifled groan, I threw myself on her top, blindly reaching to take hold of her tits, my mouth again covering hers as I felt my prick rub against her thighs. Her hands went around my neck and she pulled me deeper. I felt her lifting her hips and pressing against my groin. She pushed one hand down between our fused bodies to grasp my erection. Pulling her mouth away from mine she gasped, ?Please fuck with me, Ashish, put your cock in my cunt, oh please, now.? Aware that she was substantially younger than me and as I said before, innocent of the worldly ways, I wanted to ask her if she knew what it would be like to fuck for the first time. I was about to take her virginity and I knew it would pain. Unless something extraordinary had happened to her, I was pretty sure she had her hymen intact. As I said, I had known her very well, and though there were quite a lot of guys who would have been aching to get into her pants, I knew she hadn?t allowed anybody to take that liberty. This was not the time to ask about her hymen or talk about the pain when it is broken for the first time. That would be superfluous. And totally out of the scenario this night. She was pretty much worked up and in heat. Maybe her mom had told her the finer points about how to manage during the first night. ?Easy, honey, easy,? I whispered into her ears, licking her there and me saying that was pretty ridiculous because my hands seemed to be having a mind of their own. They were mauling and kneading and squeezing her massive tits. ?Oh please, don?t wait, don?t tell me to wait, just put it inside of me and fuck me!? she replied breathlessly. Her hands fluttered around my prick and squeezed my balls and she was raining desperate kisses all around my face. Wet kisses with a lot of tongue in them. ?I know it will pain a bit, darling. I have heard and read enough of it not to know. But I?m a strong girl and I know that the pain is temporary and will go away. Just do it now and put your cock in my cunt. Please!? she implored. ?Okay, just stop moving around so much. Let me do it slowly till the pain goes off. Lie still, now.? It was difficult for her to do so, but to her credit she did. She waited; her legs spread wide apart, her hands going around my shoulders. She looked down between our bodies. I grasped the base of my prick and slightly lifted my hips off her body. She was quite tall, so I didn?t have to make much of an adjustment. My fingers trembled as I pushed forward slowly, feeling for the opening in her. She slid one hand below and I felt her hand closing around mine. She was guiding me to her opening! Slowly, ever so slowly, inch-by-inch, I pushed forward till the head of my prick was entering her. She was very tight, but the lubrication, I suppose was helping me. Her pussy was wet and hot. I pushed in marginally and froze when she let out a sharp gasp and went rigid, her nails digging into my back. I could feel the thin veil between my prick and her insides and instinctively knew that any further movement would cause her pain. ?Now, honey, now, just relax,? I murmured soothingly. She grunted and then surprised me by suddenly thrusting her hips up and crying out, no doubt in pain. ?No, no, just fuck me!? she screamed, impatiently. I felt the wetness surround my prick and knew that it wasn?t just her juices I was feeling, but also the blood. A long time ago a pal of mine had told me that once you are through the initial impediment, don?t wait any further. ?You just got to ram away,? he had laughed. And he should have known; he had married thrice, and all of his wives, or so he used to tell me, were virgins. Moreover, Anita was impatient and was urging me on, letting me know that she didn?t care a damn if I was hurting her as long as I was going to complete the job. Gripping her tits hard and kissing her mouth even harder, I pulled back slightly and thrust down again. She stifled another scream. I had kept my eyes open, closely watching her face even as it contorted with pain. I saw tears rolling off the sides of her eyes, which were shut tight and I felt her sharp nails rake across my back. I peered down and saw my prick buried completely inside her pussy and groaned when I saw her legs spreading further apart, rising and then wrapping around my buttocks. ?Now, darling, now, give it to me, fuck me, oh god, I have been waiting for so long for this, oh god, please fuck me.? And so I did. I couldn?t help myself and began to pound into her. I was aware that I would not be able to hold back, so I gave it everything I could. I put my mouth on hers, felt her tongue inside and began to suck on it even as I stroked in and out of her, feeling as though my shaft was on fire and enveloped by a hot and tight cavern. She squeezed my waist with her strong thighs and I suddenly felt the walls of her pussy milking around my prick. When I attempted to slow the proceedings by coming to a complete stop with my prick buried inside her, I still felt the masturbatory movements that her pussy made. This was incredible! If mere reading and advise from family and friends had done this to her, I wondered what a few more sessions between us would lead up to. My orgasm was inevitable; her sucking pussy was taking care of that. So, selfishly, I thought, I abandoned all pretensions and compulsions about trying to take it slow and easy. I withdrew my prick partially from her pussy, and then set up a fast and furious tempo, stroking rapidly in and out, in and out of her. She was moaning and screaming all the time, uttering incoherent sentences and those four letter words that only served to egg me on. ?Oh yes, oh yes, like that, darling, faster, faster, deeper, still deeper, oh god, your cock feels so good inside my cunt, oh god, harder, darling, oh yes, just like I thought, it?s so good, it feels so good, fuck, fuck, fuck?? She uttered the last word every time that I slammed into her. ?Oh god, Anita,? I broke my silence. ?Oh god, Anita, oh god, you are so wet and hot and tight, oh god, I can?t hold back, I can?t hold it anymore, oh my god, I-I-I am going to come, oh god!? She began to move her hips faster. ?Yes, yes, Ash, come, come in me, pour yourself inside me, oh yes, come darling, come.? I grunted and felt my sweat rolling off my forehead and dripping down on her convulsing body. And then, with a howl, I slammed in for the last time and ejaculated, my body shuddering and jerking, my head arched up and eyes shut. It was one of the longest orgasms I had, or so it seemed. I felt like a vice had gripped my insides and squeezed out the bag that held my semen: I felt that I was literally coming in gallons (though I knew that sounds exaggerated) and that it just wouldn?t stop. I felt her hands pulling me down. Her full mouth opened against mine. I felt her tongue thrusting inside. I collapsed on top of her. And drifted off to sleep ****** Our honeymoon was one long and wild experience. We flew to Srinagar, Kashmir. The land of the Dal Lake, the snow-topped mountains, of apple trees and greenery, hillocks and narrow winding lanes: the land of the romantic. The hotel we checked in was not too big and unpretentious. Our room was about twelve-by-twelve and had a authentic fireplace. On one side was the attached bathroom and on the other was a tiny balcony overlooking miles of snow and green with the huge snow mountains serving as the ideal background. We had flown up to Delhi and from there we had taken a bus. More than two thirds of the passengers were like us: honeymooners. In the bus, Anita gave me no respite. Not that I wanted any, but hey, a man?s got to have a break, right? It was chilly during the ride and promptly Anita took out the large blanket from the overnight case we were carrying (in addition to two large bags in the boot) and spread the blanket to cover both of us. And there in the midst of all the passengers, her hand groped to my crotch as she expertly unzipped me and fished out my prick. She proceeded to masturbate me till I exploded. She had managed to catch some of the juice and then did an amazing thing. Looking around to see if anybody was watching us, she brought her hands to her mouth and slowly, looking into my eyes, she licked up the juices smeared on her palms. I swooned with delight. She then grabbed my hand under the blanket and guided it to her crotch. Boy, was I taken aback! She was wearing a full-length skirt and underneath, she had no panties! She guided my finger inside her sopping wet pussy and while I slowly began to move it in and out, she leaned back on the seat and closed her eyes till she came. Even when I was signing the register at the reception counter of the hotel (it was night when we checked in) she leaned against me and gripped my crotch. No sooner had the bellboy left the room after I had tipped him; she closed and bolted the door, and then skipped over to where I was standing. That happened to be in the center of the room and opposite a huge mirror nailed crudely to one side of the wall. ?God, I am feeling horny!? she exclaimed, falling to her knees before me, her hands swiftly working on my zipper and buttons. Though I had ejaculated barely an hour ago in the bus, I was sporting a huge erection and it leaped out when she dragged my pants and my underwear down my hips. ?Oh, you are so beautiful? she told my prick, taking it in her hands as if she was holding a club. She bent forward and planted a wet kiss on my shaft. I shivered. She had, up to that point of time, never kissed me there; all that she had been intent to do with it whenever the chance came was to stuff it inside her pussy and beg me to fuck her hard. I groaned bending down and pushing my hands inside her blouse from the top. She wasn?t wearing a bra either! (Now you will understand why I said she didn?t need any support there: her tits were so firm, that unless her blouse had been transparent, which thank god it wasn?t, it would be impossible to say that she hadn?t been wearing a bra). When she kissed the tip of my prick, I groaned and grunted, scooping her tits in my palms and squeezing them. ?Just a minute. I don?t want to be unfair,? she said mischievously. She pulled away and her hands swiftly unbuttoned her blouse. She didn?t pull it off her body; she just let it hang on her shoulders allowing her tits to tumble out. I grabbed the naked mounds, pinching her erect hard nipples between thumb and forefinger. She turned her attention to my prick. ?What a lovely thing you are!? She spoke to it again, kissing the base. I shuddered when I felt her wet tongue lap one side of the shaft from the top to the base. Then, it slithered over the other side from the base to the top. ?Oh god, Ann, that feels so good,? I said, looking down. Her hair had fallen forward, so I pushed them behind her scalp and held them there so that I could watch her lips gliding over my hot, throbbing shaft. ?Does it, Ash? You like it?? She looked up enquiringly. In reply, I thrust my hips forward, the tip of my prick now rubbing against her chin. ?Don?t stop, Ann!? ?Hmmm? she cooed, getting back to lick my shaft again. Over and over, from top to bottom and from bottom to top, she licked my shaft till it was glistening with her saliva. I realized that it was only because I had ejaculated earlier in the bus that I could hold back. ?Do you want me to take your cock in my mouth?? she asked. I wanted to scream ?yes? but decided against it. Instead, I asked her, what I thought, was a ridiculous and childish question: ?How do you know about it? I mean, did someone tell you about this?? She laughed throatily. ?The Betsy? ?The what?? I was puzzled. ?Harold Robbins. You read that novel? Or The Pirate?? I shook my head. I was amazed. ?Plus yes, someone did talk to me about it.? ?Do you want to?? ?Want what?? ?Take it in your mouth?? ?I always thought of it as being so erotic!? she said, fondling my prick and beginning to move her hand up and down over the flesh. ?Then take it!? I said harshly. She smiled mysteriously and leaned forward. Holding my prick with both her hands, she opened her mouth wide and placed me in her. When her lips closed around my shaft, I almost died! It was an exquisite feeling! I had always associated oral sex as something I would like my fantasy woman, or the neighbor?s wife to do to me; certainly not my innocent, young wife. Those thoughts were immediately dispelled when I saw her lips sliding back and forth over my throbbing prick. I am not very big in that department; obviously Anita thought so because it was probably the first prick she had seen that belonged to a man. (I was right). I was maybe six and a quarter inches long when erect and around an inch and a half in diameter. (I was wrong about the diameter: I was an inch and a quarter in that department). But six and a quarter inches isn?t exactly miniature and when I felt the tip meet her tonsils, there was still about three inches outside her mouth and so she had to contend moving her lips back and forth over approximately half of the length of my prick. On their own volition, my hands left her gorgeous tits and buried in her hair behind her head. I watched as she moved not just her face, but also the entire part of her upper body to and fro, sucking my prick. She stabbed it repeatedly with her tongue, making small adulatory cries of pleasure. Her hands wrapped around my buttocks and clutched them hard and she urged me to move my hips back and forth, sending my prick deeper into her mouth and pulling it out till just the tip remained. A low moan of capitulation emanated from the back of my throat and my body began to tingle all over. The little sparks that her lips were building on my shaft began to grow and grow till they became one big hot flame that I thought would burn me. She continued to suck me in earnest, rolling her tongue around the shaft, occasionally licking the sensitive tip and nibbling down the sides. She pulled back, my prick making a soft plopping sound as it came out of her mouth. ?Ash, fuck my mouth with your cock. You are not doing it.? And she went back to sucking me, this time very hard indeed. I held the back of her head and began to pump my prick in and out of her mouth. She made guttural sounds and slurped away at my shaft, her tongue never leaving the action. ?Ann, I am going to come,? I warned her. She nodded, looking up at me. If I thought she would pull away, I was thinking wrong. On the contrary, she held on to me and began to suck harder and harder, her face moving in the opposite directions of my hips. I threw back my head, howled out my pleasure and erupted. ?Ahhhhh!! Oh god, oh god, ugghhh?oh god, oh god,? I chanted almost religiously as spurt after spurt of my juice shot out from my prick, filling up her mouth. I felt her swallowing hard and furiously making exaggerated gulping noises that seemed to be almost obscene. I looked down, gazing at her lips locked on my jerking shaft, her eyes closed in concentration. Long after I emptied myself in her voracious mouth, she released my shaft, now limp and shriveled. She licked it and lapped at it as if she wanted to clean it off all juices that she might have inadvertently left behind. But she had no such luck, because she had already sucked off whatever was there. ?Oh god, you taste so lovely! Oh god, I feel like drinking you over and over again. Suck you up and lick you up and lap you up.? I was feeling weak and drained and tried to struggle over to the bed. I couldn?t make it; I collapsed on the floor when I was half way there. When I came to my senses, it was dark in the room and I was lying on the bed. I had been in a kind of a trance, a euphoric high that I had drifted into and was now waking up. When I focused my eyes, I found myself facing the mirror. Apparently she had tucked me in and the blanket was pulled right up to my chin. That was when I felt the blanket moving rhythmically. I opened my eyes and through the mirror I could see Ann?s reflection. I had my back to her and she was facing away from me. I could clearly see what she was doing in the light of the night lamp that was shining on her side. That was perhaps the time that I should have realized what was coming. She was curled up. The blanket was lifted up over her waist and so was her nightie. From waist below she was completely naked; above the waist too she was naked but the blanket covered her there. She was reading a paperback and one of her hand was rubbing against her pussy. Obviously, I had not satisfied her appetite; I had just drifted off. And she was setting that right by masturbating furiously! ****** 14391 1.56/512345