With her mouth stuffed with cockmeat, she willingly surrendered. Her arms snaked around his hips, and she clawed his ass with her nails. Gagging, she adjusted to his ramming plunges, working her mouth in unison with his forward lunges, using her teeth to scrape along his plummeting prick. She whipped her slashing tongue across his cock head when he brought it out of her tight gullet. George went insane. A week of abstinence and now this bombardment of sexual stimuli all at once transformed the horny husband in to an enraged madman. He flushed, his muscular frame tightening, a demonic glare in his eyes. His prick had swelled larger than ever before and his balls rumbled with a fury. He glared at the ceiling, seeing the camera that was filming the entire fuck. It was knowing that this suck was going to be on film that triggered the explosion in his balls.
His prick burst like a spewing volcano, his body quaking in a seismic shudder. Bubbling hot white cum erupted from his piss slot and showered the back of his wife's cock-stuffed throat. "I'm cumming, honey!" he roared in ecstasy. "JESSSUS!" His fists grabbed his wife's hair and he slammed her face over and over again onto his squirting cock. A river of endless cum gushed from the bloated head of his prick.
Charlotte's finger had worked its way to his asshole and was now digging inside his wrinkled opening, making him jerk wildly in a vain effort to stop her. She swallowed the heavenly load of jism and savored each gooey drop. Her mouth sucked like a vacuum, drawing the stringy cum up from his emptying balls.
Small sensuous orgasms rippled through her as she used the knowledge she learned from Felicia to please her husband while he creamed her mouth, teeth, lips, tongue, and gulping throat.
George spewed a constant torrent of viscid cum. His legs buckled under the strain and he bellowed a blissful howl. Jerking frantically, he jabbed her face in a furious rampages his fingers losing their grip on her hair. He lunged forward with a few final plunges, his prick draining, his balls relieved of their weighty, aching load. His few last jabs were less demanding, easing, slowing as he skittered down the other side of his fabulous orgasm.
Charlotte, her pussy inflamed and yearning for a cock, took every last drop of his cum in her mouth. Her head bobbed now as her husband slowed. She sucked and chewed as his prick lost the unresisting hardness of steel and slowly became the tender pliable muscle of soft cockmeat. She beat her tongue on her husband's shrinking prick then pulled away with a contented smile. She fell back on the floor.
"Christ, baby," George groaned, his sanity returning. "I couldn't help it. I had to cream your mouth."
"It doesn't matter. We have all afternoon to use this room. Felicia is filming this all for us."
He nodded, his body numb. "I noticed."
Charlotte leered at his limp cock covered with cum and spit. "I'm looking forward to getting you hard again. We'll fuck while Khan fucks my asshole at the same time."
"Has he…?"
"No, I've been saving that for us."
"Jesus, baby. You're the greatest!"
"Then come on down to the floor and let me prove it to you so that you'll never forget it."
CHAPTER SEVEN
George got down on the floor with his naked wife. He still marveled at the fantastic transformation that had taken place in just one week. He grabbed her, pulling her into his strong arms.
"I still can't get over the change in you, Lotty."
Charlotte melted into his heavenly embrace. Khan still sniffed his cold nose at her ass. She rubbed her body against her husband. Her body raged with a fiery passion that only his cock could quench. She wriggled out of his arms.
"What are you… going to do?" he groaned as her mouth began a feverish descent from his neck to his belly.
"Eat your body while Khan licks me." She brought her mouth back up to his nipples. "I want you to be completely satisfied with the new me. I want to know that you're deliriously happy and still in love with me before we go home."
He looked at her and held her tenderly. The loving silence and the way he cradled her told her what she wanted to know.
"I do, baby. I do," he said with a gentle tenderness. Her teeth began nipping him. "Christ, you're perfect!"
She looked up at him. "You haven't fucked me yet!"
She bent her head, ready and anxious to undertake the task of getting him hard again. She clawed his taut groin, her lips and tongue working overtime on the limp piece of cock flesh lying on his thigh. She crawled between his legs, perching her ass up for Khan's delight. Her tongue slapped wildly on George's cock.
"Khan's tongue is fucking me, George. His tongue is in my pussy."
George groaned his response. His head was in the clouds. She was everything he had dreamed of. His senses were being bombarded with sexuality – she reeked of it. "How does it feel, baby? Tell me what Khan is doing." With his passion sated for the moment, he was able to revel in what the Doberman was doing to his wife. A tremor seized him, seeing the dog's rump swaying in back of Charlotte, knowing that his tongue was touching and licking her cunt.
Charlotte slapped her tongue on George's limp prick and stopped to speak. "His tongue is almost as deep in my pussy as his cock when he fucks me." She bit her husband's inner thigh flesh with playful nips. "Roll over, honey."
George moaned as her mouth urgently followed him, biting the cheeks of his ass. "Nnnnnn, baby!" Her tongue was soaking the flesh of his ass and thighs. "God damn, you're fantastic, honey!"
"We're going to be happy from now on," Charlotte mewed. "Our sex-life will never be what it was again."
Her hand skimmed under his body, grasping his cock. As she held his limp prick, she soaked his asshole with her drool, then buried her face between his twin ass cheeks and licked the wrinkled hole. Has hand squeezed his prick rhythmically all the while.
George squirmed, his wife's mouth driving him crazy. She stirred the embers in his balls, stoked the fire, and brought his passion fire back to a roaring incinerator again. He heaved a gasp, a moaning rumble.
"Inside! Stick your tongue in my asshole!"
"You want me to lick out your ass the way Khan is licking out mine?" she mewed wantonly.
"Uhhhh… yeaaaaah…" He was delirious.
She purred, her nails scratching her husband's ass cheeks. "Khan's tongue is in my asshole now. Ooooo, he's reaming out my ass. Reaming it deep as hell!" She plunged her face back to her husband's ass and plowed her tongue into his ass canal. She reamed George as the Doberman reamed her narrow shitter. Khan's prick throbbed, his tongue whipping deep inside Charlotte's ass. He snarled, pressing his wet, snorting muzzle beyond the wrinkled crack into her tiny asshole.
"Ahhhhhhnnnnn…" Charlotte's muted sounds were lost in her husband's ass. She clawed George's groin, manipulating his cock with her other hand. She licked him down behind his balls, humming, sending vibrations up through his body to his hardening prick. Craving to show her husband everything she learned, Charlotte crawled over to the coffee table and sprawled herself out on her back, her ass scooting down until her pussy was flush with the edge of the table.
"Watch me, George, watch me take the dog's prick."
George's prick was stiffening. He rubbed it, his eyes following the contour of her petite naked body, her legs opened wide for the giant Doberman's hulking cock.
"C'mon, you fabulous doggie. Khan! Fuck me! Show my husband how good you are!" She humped her pussy in a lascivious manner, her ass slapping against the smooth surface of the table.
Khan whimpered at Charlotte and padded to the meaty pussy that was being offered to him. Standing between her outstretched legs, he licked upward along her pussy crack, cunt-cream oozing out freely over his pointed snout. He slurped around in the steamy depths of her bubbling cunt.