Ron gave a last upward plunge, then relaxed. He embraced his wife and buried his face between her tits, his breath hot against the delicate flesh.
"Jesus, that was the best ever," he gasped finally. "I don't know what caused it, but whatever it was, keep doing it."
At that moment, Gina knew perfectly well what had caused her almost violent reaction. She had been thinking of her son, pretending it was his cock drilling her full of hot, creamy cum. And the oddest thing was she no longer felt bad about it. In fact she felt free, alive.
"Mmmmm, let's do it again," she said, sitting up. "Let's do it so much we…"
"Hey, what's gotten into you?" Ron asked, interrupting.
"This big thing," Gina giggled, reaching for his cum-splattered prick.
Ron was about to add something, but the ringing of the telephone cut him off. He reached over and lifted the receiver, a scowl on his face.
"I don't know," he said after listening for a few moments. "Just a second. Let me check with the war department." He held his hand over the speaking end of the receiver and gave Gina an unsure smile. "It's the dispatcher," he began. "They want me to make a special run. What do you think?" Before she could answer, he went on, "it's a six-day run up to Maine. Do you mind? There's a couple of thousand bucks in it."
If he had asked before, Gina would have objected. This time she merely shrugged her shoulders and smiled. Six days without him might give her time to work this thing out with Mike.
"OK," Ron said into the phone, then hung up. "I have to leave in about an hour," he added, again giving her an unsure smile. "You sure it's OK?" he asked quietly.
"It's fine," she said. "And we do have an hour, don't we?" She snuggled close to him and kissed his cheek. "We can do a lot in an hour, can't we?" she added, licking to his mouth.
"What do you have in mind?" Ron asked playfully, relieved that she wasn't angry. He had been working an awful lot lately. "Anything special?"
Gina knew exactly what he meant. He'd said those same words on other occasions.
"You mean you want to screw this big thing in my little butt?" she giggled. "Sure," she added, squirming to her stomach at the foot of the bed. She got to her knees and winked at him over her right shoulder.
"Christ, I've died and gone to heaven," Ron said, his eyes glinting with anticipation. He knew that Gina didn't particularly care for it this way, and somehow it only made it all the more tempting. "You're really gonna do it?" he asked, kneeling behind her.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Gina whispered, waiting for that first, blinding spasm of pain. "Just go slow," she said, her body tightening slightly.
True, she hadn't enjoyed it this way, but tonight she felt different. Perhaps part of it was that she felt like a different person. She closed her eyes and thought about that monstrous prick digging into her shitter.
"Oh… do it," she cried out. "Make it good, you bastard. Load me up with a thick lump of hot cream."
As Ron looked down at his wife's rounded ass, he felt his heart skip a beat. Slowly, he pulled the firm cheeks apart and nudged his middle finger into the tiny, puckered hole. When he felt the slick muscles spasm around his nail, he pushed further inside.
"Your big cock," Gina cried out. "Not your finger. I… I want a hard prick screwing me."
Ron was amazed. The first time, and even the last time, they had done this, it had taken a long time to relax her. And even then she had cried out with pain. He had felt guilty about enjoying it so much while she lay there writhing, begging for him to hurry.
"Really?" he grunted, his jaw dropping. "You ready for it?"
In answer, Gina reached between her legs and grasped his cock with her hands. She then nuzzled the huge, pulsating cock head into the crack of her ass and pushed backward. As the thickness of his prick pierced her, she cried out.
But not with pain!
Pleasure riddled her body like a million, icy hot needles. She flexed the muscles of her shitter, drawing in the rest of his throbbing cock.
"Fuck!" Ron gasped, leaning forward. "It's so good! God, I don't believe it!" He withdrew slightly, then thrust forward hard. His balls slipped upward, bouncing against her mound of cum-oozing cunt. "Does it hurt, baby?" he grunted.
"It hurts so… good," Gina answered. "Fuck me. Make it hurt. Tear my little asshole apart, you bastard."
Ron was glad that he'd blown his load twice before. This time he would be able to completely enjoy this, without that horrible pressure in his loins. He began working slowly, sliding his cock in and out of her asshole with rhythmic strokes.
"Oh… shit," he said, kissing the back of her neck. "I think I like this almost as much as your sweet, hot pussy."
"Suck my tits while you fuck me," Gina said, turning slightly to her side. She held the back of his head and pushed his mouth down around her right breast. When she felt the sucking warmth of his lips, she flinched with mounting pleasure. "Oh, God, yes," she moaned. "Suck and fuck and… fuck me hard!"
Ron locked his mouth firmly around her swollen mound of tit and drew the rubbery nipple across his lapping tongue. When he'd eaten in as much as his mouth could hold, he slipped his right hand under her body, then poked his middle finger into her pussy opening. As he delved further inside, he could feel the pressure of his stabbing cock.
"Oh! Oh… God!" Gina screamed out. A thundering climax shot through her body. The twin sensations in both her holes were almost too much to bear. She suddenly wondered what it would be like to have two cocks in her at the same time; Ron in her ass and Mike in her pussy.
Although she knew something like that would never happen in a million years, playing with the idea was almost enough. Her orgasm peaked violently, sending waves of release into every cell of her body. The pleasures had barely subsided when they renewed themselves instantly. She squirmed and writhed as if she was on fire, her tortured groans echoing off the walls.
While she climaxed over and over, Ron felt his own ecstasy grow wildly. He jerked backward suddenly and yanked her legs apart like a wishbone. He could no longer control himself. He humped forward and upward so hard, he almost lifted her off the bed.
"Fuck it, you cum-sucking whore!" he yelled, the veins in his neck popping out like snakes. "Screw it! Eat on my cock with your fucking asshole!"
Although Gina felt a flash of burning pain, it was delicious. She was now fully aware of every hard inch of his slab of dick. She began working with him, thrusting her ass backward each time he jabbed forward.
About twenty seconds later, she felt his shaft expand, fill her asshole completely. She then felt the base of his cock jerk, and knew his cum was blasting from his nuts. The two seconds it took for the molten globs of milky jism to travel to his cock head and burst inside her was an eternity, a delicious eternity.
"Fuck meee!" she shrieked, suddenly feeling her insides bubble with his showering cum-load.
"Unh! Unh! Fuck… take it!" Ron gasped, his nuts on fire with delicious release. He emptied his juices into her shitter with quick movements and soon felt the cum slosh backward, ooze from her hole and run down her legs. "Ohhhh… God… this is… so fucking good," he panted, every muscle in his body taut.
Finally, he fell forward, crushing his full weight down on her body. As the last wad of jism shot into her insides, he reached under and locked his fingers around her tits, bit down on the back of her neck.
"Sweet, baby… sweet," he murmured.
As his hulking frame engulfed her body, Gina shivered with pleasure. In a way she was even glad that he was leaving. She would have Mike for those lonely nights. That is, if he would do it. The last couple of days he had avoided her, could hardly look her in the eye.
She would make it right, though. She had to.
"Well, I guess I'd better get ready," Ron murmured, interrupting her thoughts. "Shit, I wish I'd told them to go get fucked."