"Did you come with her?" Ron asked, holding his cock in both hands so she wouldn't touch it.
Julie looked crazed now, staring at his balls with wet ups. "I shook all over. She brought me off – her tongue…"
Ron took his hands off his cock and let Julie grab it. "Not with your hands!" he shouted, and she released it.
"Honey, no more games," Julie pleaded looking up into his blue eyes. "Can't we fuck? Please, I need it!"
"You said you'd suck me off," Ron said, holding his prick close to her face.
Without a sound, Julie went down on him. She shoved her head down over his cockhead and pushed till his hand was down around the base. The bead was down her throat and she held it there for a second, then pulled back. She wrapped her lips around the glans and twisted her head, rubbing her tongue over the cockhead. Ron grimaced in pain and pleasure and watched closely.
Julie's chestnut hair moved lightly over his hairy thighs and balls as she sucked on his big shaft. She kept her hands at her sides, touching the chair and her legs, never bringing them up to his balls. If she had learned one thing in the ten years they had been married, it was that Ron was the boss. Ron was the master. Ron gave the orders.
And Julie loved to be ordered. She liked to be handled by a man, liked to be thrown on a floor and fucked till her teeth ached. She even loved girls to be dominant, to force her to do whatever they wanted, to shove their fingers up her cunt, to shove a dildo up her cunt. Women's Lib was not for her – although she was a liberated woman in the sense that she had what amounted to a man's job and met men equally on her level of business because she loved being the fragile female.
"Pull off," Ron said. Julie obeyed. Saliva coated her mouth.
"Get on the floor," Ron ordered.
Julie fell back on the soft carpeting. She started to open her pants, thinking that he was ready to fuck her.
"Get your fucking hands off your pants and just keep your mouth open!" Ron shouted, standing up. He moved next to her and stood above her, placing his feet on either side of her head, facing her feet.
Julie looked up to see what was to her at the time the most fantastic sight in the world. Ron's cock stood out in front of his body like a huge battering ram. His balls hung low and full beneath it. And the thick hair glowed in the light of the room like golden fleece surrounding his genitals. Julie gasped.
Then the huge cock started moving down toward her face. She opened her ups and licked them with her long wet tongue. She could see his ass cheeks parting as the lower part of his body neared her face. "Sit on my face, honey, please," she murmured.
Ron moved down till he was stooping, just inches above her lips. Then he dropped his balls into her mouth! Julie was expert at it – Ron's balls hung very low and only tightened up when he was ready to come. Julie had learned how to suck both of them into her mouth and roll them around on her tongue as her nose pressed against his asshole.
Julie sucked and moaned and twisted her mouth, and all the time his nuts stayed in place, in her mouth, wet and slippery and warm. Ron moaned and grabbed his cock as he bounced and turned his body around a little on her face. Then he pulled out and pressed down again, and this time his ass was flat against her open lips.
Julie kicked her feet into the air and her tits went hard as rocks. She tasted the bittersweet flavor of his sweaty hairy ass, and she worked her tongue out of her lips and pushed it up till it entered him just a little – enough to make him cry out in passion.
Ron moved his ass around on his wife's beautiful face. He was insane with pleasure now, pulling on his cock, feeling her breasts, tweaking her nipples, as she sucked on his asshole. "Eat my ass, Julie, like you ate Sally's ass!"
Julie moaned under him and reached up and grabbed the cheeks of his butt.
"Take it, honey, fuck me with your tongue! Just like you fucked that chick in Vegas! Bitch dyke!"
Julie kicked the floor and dug her nails into the hard flesh of his buttocks. Ron lifted up and fell down on her body, pressing his cock between her breasts, framing her face with his naked thighs. He grabbed her knees and held his head between them.
"Oh, Jesus! Ron, you're hurting me!"
"Bitch dyke!" he shouted, and rolled her over on top of him. She tried to get up but he grabbed her and they started to wrestle on the floor. She grabbed his dick and tried to get it in her mouth, but he jerked away and grabbed her hair.
"Goddamn you!" she screamed, and tried to slap him. She missed, and he grabbed her and forced her to kiss him. Then she took his cock in her hand and held it tight.
"Suck it, cunt!" Ron said strongly, pushing her head down to his crotch.
As soon as Julie tasted the tip of his dick, he pulled her off by her hair and pushed her away from him.
"You bastard!" she screamed, and got to her feet. She turned, grabbed a glass from the table – the ice cubes had melted, leaving cold water… and poured it directly between his legs.
"Jesus Christ!" Ron yelled, kicking his feet into the air. He rolled over and the last bit of water hit him square on his naked ass.
"You deserved it," Julie said, starting to rip her pants off.
Ron said nothing. He lay on the floor, face in the carpet, his wet legs spread, pretending to be knocked out, barely breathing.
"Ron?" Julie said, standing bare naked.
No response. She knew what he was up to. She'd seen this before. She fell to her knees.
"Ron!" She slapped him on his ass.
He didn't move.
"Ronald, you fucking bastard!" She hit him on his ass and pulled his hair, and although it hurt like hell, he didn't move.
She pulled him over, and he kept his body limp, his eyes closed.
"Goddamn you, fuck me!" she said, grabbing his hard thick cock.
No response. Ron kept his eyes closed. She would have to fuck herself.
Julie had tears in her eyes, tears of frustration and tears of rage. She pulled on his cock it was hard, the tip was still wet and a little pearly drop had appeared on the slit – and looked down at his complacent face. "Please, Ronnie, honey…"
Ron felt the delicious tightness of her hand around his cock. His balls were swelling up, hardening. His chest was tight, his nipples taut. She was going to climb up on him, he knew it…
"Please, baby, I need to get fucked! It's not like a chick, you can't get the same pleasure from a chick! I need your monster cock, honey!" Julie purred and cried and licked his cock and balls. She slapped his face lightly and pinched his nipples. She tried tickling under his armpits, but nothing worked.
She couldn't stand it any longer. The feel of his throbbing cock in her hand was enough to drive her into insanity. She needed it to stop the burning in her cunt. She needed to be fucked by this beautiful hunk of cock – the same cock she had been fucked by hundreds of times before, the huge cock she kept coming back to because nothing else satisfied her the way it did.
She moved up over his body, held his dick straight up, positioned her pussy lips over the tip, and held her breath.
Ron shivered. He didn't dare open his eyes. He wanted to feet this…
In one fast move she lunged down, and his ten-inch dick was buried up her hot womanly cunt! "Ahhhhhh!" she cried, twisting her body down on his. "Oh, Ron, Ron, Ron!"
Ron didn't move. He felt her cunt lips pulling at the sides of his cock, warming the head, wetting it with the fluids of her womanhood. He felt her pull back up and come down again – as if a thousand little hands were grabbing at his shaft, moving from the head down to the base, tickling him to orgasm.
Julie's cunt was amazing. She always seemed as tight as a virgin, yet she could take it any way: from the front, from the back, sideways, she could even take most of his hand. And she'd had all sizes of dildoes up there. Now Ron's cock was up there and she felt as if she were in heaven.