"Oh yeah, maybe she's a little country, but baby, those bazooms! Jesus, she's got a pair of knockers on her that just won't quit!"
"Now you're turning into a tit man, eh? I thought you were a fanny-grabber from way back!"
"I am, I am! But she's no slouch in that department either. Man, would I ever like to throw the ol' meat to that little honey!"
Dottie had wriggled out of her bikini top now and her rich full breasts had spilled free of their cups and swung tantalizingly down to her chest, twin white melon-shaped islands in a sea of tanned flesh, capped with the crinkly dark half-dollar nipples that peered at him like an extra pair of eyes.
"Anything wrong with the knockers you have at home?" she purred seductively, one hand under each breast, lifting its soft weight lightly and holding the resilient mounds up and out in unmistakable offering to her ambitious young husband.
"Oh baby, you know better than that!" her husband exclaimed, hurriedly getting out of his white shirt and tie. "Let me at 'em!" he cried and pounced on her like a sailor on a five dollar whore. All at once his lips were everywhere on her naked flesh, warmly licking the hardening tips of her nipples, tracing a path with the moistness of his tongue-tip between her proudly bulging peaks of feminine flesh.
His hands coursed over the smoothness of her bare back and down over the lust-inciting swell of her shapely buttocks, as his fingers probed deeply into the moist and hairless nether cleft and his thumbs hooked in the tight elastic strip of her bikini, pulling it down and over the full womanly curve of her ass-cheeks. She spread her thighs just a little so that he could tug the tightly-fitting swimsuit bottoms down along her long lithe legs and she stepped out of them with a little shiver of anticipation and excitement. She liked being naked, it felt good to her, and if there was a man there too it made it all so much more exciting! Her husband's tongue dropped from the tingling fleshy mounds of her breasts and traced a thin trail along the smooth flatness of her belly, rubbing over the soft, nearly invisible little hairs that led the way to the fluffy vee-shaped mound of pubic softness below. She shivered again, more violently this time, as his tongue made its initial electric contact with the nerve-filled bud of her tiny pink clitoris. "Ohhh, God, Eddie, that's so good! Your tongue there on my clit like that is fantastic, fantastic!"
He had pulled himself free of his trousers and undershorts without ever once taking his tongue away from the fragrant dampness of her warmly secreting vaginal cleft. Christ, it was so delicious! It was uncanny, but there always seemed to be something different about Dottie… some exotic forbidden taste she had to her there that was so good it was addictive!
She pushed him away firmly but gently and for a second he looked up at her with a puzzled expression but when he saw that certain little tight grin spreading across her beautiful face, he knew what was coming. God, how that woman liked to suck cock! Man, she could eat four before breakfast and still be hungry!
Dottie looked down into her husband's eyes and pushed on his shoulders until he took the hint and let himself fall backward onto the carpeted floor. Christ, how she wanted him now! Nothing could turn her on like the hot hardened feel of a good thick cock there so deliciously in her mouth. And when it squirted its scalding thick load down her throat all she had to do was merely squeeze her thighs tightly together to massage her clitoris between the moist warm lips of her vagina and she would cum like a speeding freight train!
The heavily panting brunette was trembling with anticipatory excitement as she leaned over her husband to trail her full lips wetly down over the taut muscles of his hairy stomach. Then, lifting her head, she purred softly, "Ready, lover? You want your big hot prick sucked, baby?" He moaned under her practiced touch and she kept it up, knowing he liked it when she talked like that. Most men did. It seemed to appeal to their baser instincts and it never failed to get the action started. Her fingernails scratched lightly over his stiffened hardness which was so achingly erect there jutting out from the slight paunch of his abdomen. She crawled in between his spread legs to hover on all fours with her face just above the towering red length of his lust-engorged penis, knowing that he could feel her heated breath on him there and he was squirming in eager anticipation of the feel of her moist warm lips clasped tight around his aching rigidity.
Eddie choked out a muffled grunt as he lay on the living room rug, and she began to stroke his thickened rod of male hardness first with one hand and then between both hands with a slow, pressuring motion. He groaned again, thrusting his loins upward as the warm wetness of her tongue-moistened lips closed over the sensitively throbbing head of his now steel-hard cock.
"Mmmmm," she cooed excitedly and he groaned once again, reaching down and knotting his fingers in her shoulder length brown hair to guide the rhythm of her now lewdly bobbing head. She knew he would be lifting his head now to watch her contorted face as she lustfully stuffed all of his fleshy hardness between her ovalled lips. It made the sensation that much more exciting when he could see the thickness of his sinewy cock buried between her eagerly sucking lips, just as it always did for Dottie whenever she could actually see her husband's laving tongue as it washed into the open moist crevice of her pinkly throbbing cunt.
And now Dottie's rapt attention was centered solely on the pulsating hardness fucking deep into her mouth. Sometimes, just to make the enjoyment even more exciting and wicked, she would close her eyes and pretend that it wasn't Eddie's cock in her mouth at all, but some other man's. Mr. Conner, the muscle-bound garage mechanic that lived down the street. Or perhaps Rick, the delivery boy who brought the groceries when she left an order at the Super-Save Market instead of driving into town to the big stores. What difference did it make? A cock was a cock and it was true, she did love to suck them! Any cock! Just the taste of them started the ol' juices flowing down there between her thighs and pretty soon she would be so wet that there would be a big damp spot on the insides of her legs if she kept them together. With these lewd thoughts in mind, she sucked up and off his rigid hardness then and began to play over the purplish spongy glans with the tip of her tongue, boring teasingly into the tiny wetness of its little end-slit the way she knew every man liked. He shook beneath her slavering tongue as if he were feverish, and once more she worked the heavy outer layer of foreskin up and down, finally drawing it all the way back to slide her warm lips down over the hardened fleshy organ, enclosing the swollen, blood-filled knob at the end in the hot moist pressure of her mouth. She tightened them elastically around its solid thickness and again began moving her head around in the lewd motion she knew her husband liked to see.
"Suck it baby, suck it!" Eddie gasped loudly as she gently cupped the leathery sac of his cum-laden testicles with one hand and stroked the base of his heavy-veined penis with thumb and forefinger of the other. At the same time, she twirled her saliva-moistened tongue spiritedly around his smooth warm cock-head with every upward suck, letting the tip flick maddeningly into its tiny split. She felt his buttocks flex, and was certain that his head was raised and his eyes were still upon her, watching the lust-provoking spectacle of her obscenely bobbing head presented for him.
With her woman's intuition, the cock-hungry brunette sensed rather than felt his throbbing reaction and began to suck his throbbing member harder, the tips of her teeth gently scraping the resisting flesh, leaving wispy bloodless trails beneath the surface of the skin. With an uncontrollable feeling of masochism, Dottie began taking more and more of it into her mouth, sucking it toward the shelter of her throat, sliding her hands down beneath his tensing buttocks to pull his loins up tighter toward her face. Furiously, with the passion of a savage animal, she swirled her tongue around and around the lust-swollen knob of his cock until she knew it was nearing the bursting point and would soon explode in a torrent of thick pleasure-giving cum that would gush down her throat and fill her completely with its seething warmth. Almost every inch of its thickly rigid length was buried down her clasping throat!