Still, he had never tired of fucking her. True he'd once played with another girl from school, about two years earlier, but he found she wasn't nearly as much fun as Becky. No, he was a one-cunt man, not because he believed in fidelity, but because this one cunt was the only one he'd ever found to totally satisfy him. And though he was only first beginning to learn about his wife as a person rather than a pussy to fulfill his needs, Merton was enjoying it, and Becky enjoyed it even more.
Now her hand roamed down over the bulge in his pants. Oddly enough, ever since their marriage three years earlier, Merton was enjoying sex even more.
His cock gave a throbbing push against his pants as her hand rubbed across it, and she smiled, saying, "No matter how tired you are, your cock is wide awake and ready to go."
Before he could reply, she kissed his lips lightly, pressed her hand down against the upthrusting bulge in his pants. Her fingers ran up and down the thick length his cock. Merton stared, awed by the power in those slender fingers as they raced up and down. Not only was his cock now a solid monolith, but it was aching to come out into the open air. Hell, the tiredness was seeping out of him, being replaced by burning passion.
As he stared, her hand opened his fly and those nimble fingers reached into the opening, seeking out his hardened cock. Seconds later, her cool fingertips touched his prick, making him start as he experienced a tingling thrill.
No matter how many times she touched his cock, each time felt like the first time, only better. And then his cock was free from his pants, and her closed fist slid straight down to the hairy base, letting the magnificent purple cockhead stand majestically over everything.
Becky stared at the long, hot column of lavender-capped cockflesh, realizing how much his trick had come to mean to her. After having been initiated into the rite of masturbating Merton, she had tried it on one or two other boys at her school, taking each individually into a nearby apartment house basement and jerking them off. But there was something about the feel of their cocks that didn't seem to suit her hand as much as Merton's cock had.
She had even pulled her brother Arthur's monstrously long prick, once. He had run to confession afterward. The asshole had felt it necessary to tell the local priest, and now, everytime she went to church, she could feel the man's eyes burning into her. Hell, she had no idea whether he was condemning her, or wishing she would come and yank his cock, as well.
Now she sat up a bit and stared at Merton's prick, licking her lips, savoring the sight of it. Then she wrapped both hands around his cock, thrilling to the burning heat inside it, feeling his prick swell.
Merton sucked in his breath and caressed her back, wanting very much to touch her soft skin under the clinging night dress. His fingers encountered the ribbon around her waist, and he pulled, letting the nylon fall open to reveal her delightfully bare body.
He pulled the robe off one arm as she temporarily released his cock, then she sat up, gripping the burning prick with her free hand so he could pull the night dress from her other arm, letting both luscious tits come into view.
"You like my tits, don't you," she smiled, gripping his burning prick tightly with her right hand.
The first drop of cum made its appearance, seeping from the narrow, tiny hole in his aching cock. Becky's fist rose until it covered the purple knob, then slid down again, spreading the colorless oil across the full length of his solid seven inches of prick.
"Oh, it's such a lovely cock," she whispered, becoming more and more hungry for his prick as she felt her husband's anxiety mount. Her hand gripped his cock even more tightly, pumping faster now.
Merton kissed her lips, her soft, tempting lips, and the feel of them made his unbending cock all the more solid as it fluttered helplessly in her tight grasp. Every time she touched his prick he felt as if he were a male virgin being seduced for the first time.
Finally she made him rise to his feet, releasing his cock long enough for him to remove his clothing. But her eyes never left it, and if looks could caress, there was every possibility Merton would have popped a load then and there. Like a gigantic cannon his cock swung to and fro between his thin thighs.
"Wonderful," she finally purred, her hands tickling his balls.
"In all the world there's no cock like this cock," she murmured, kissing him and rubbing his balls at the same time. "And these are the greatest balls in existence," she continued. "Look how awake and in need of me your cock and balls are. They aren't the least bit tired."
Her hand settled more firmly around the leather-like sac, and the long cock pointed at her as if commanding her. As far as she was concerned, his prick was commanding her, and she was quick to kneel before it, staring at it, seeing the colorless froth continue to issue from the hole in his cockhead.
Merton no longer felt tired. But then, Becky always had that effect on him.
He gazed down lovingly at her lush form, watching the way her tits swayed from side to side as she bent forward. The one hand continued clutching his tingling nuts, while her other hand caressed his rigid cock, more cum seeped from its lavender cap.
"I adore it," she muttered, blowing hot air all over his prick, causing strings of the slick seepage to whip across her mouth. Her tongue leaped out and sucked it in, relishing the wonderful taste of his prick.
Her free hand once again gripped his cockshaft, and Merton exhaled a loud, long sigh. Raptly gazing at her, he saw his lovely wife come closer to his body, still on her knees. The hand around his balls applied mute pressure, making him groan.
Slowly, very slowly, her lips came nearer and nearer, until they were pressed holly against his cockslit. They kissed his cockhead, then encircled the solid, spongy, purple head, letting her tongue lap at the sensitive pinpoint of a hole. She licked madly, then slowly moved forward as her lips began to slowly suck more of his prick into her hungry mouth.
When the tip of her tongue touched that very sensitive nerve on the underside of his prick, where the glans joined the rest of the shaft, she felt him violently tremble and grab her long, black hair firmly, holding her head firmly. He sighed, knowing any moment the bubbling cum in him would shoot out.
Releasing her hold on his balls, she pulled her mouth away from his blazing cock.
"You love it, don't you?" she asked, watching his body tremble.
"Oh yes," he replied. "Oh yes. Nobody can suck a cock like you."
"If I ever catch anyone sucking your prick, I'll bite it off."
"There's no one else better, Becky. I swear it. There's no one else. No one could be as good a cocksucker as you."
"Don't ever forget it," she murmured, nuzzling his leaking cocktip with her lips, tantalizing it into releasing even more of its oily secretion.
Without warning, she sucked the entire pulsating knob into her mouth again, pulling the leaking cum down her throat. She sucked strongly now, drinking his fluid as fast as it came out.
With her mouth tightly surrounding the tingling peckerhead, she began pushing him back until his calves touched the side of the bed. Then he fell on the bed with her lips still tightly gripping his cock.
Her full tits bobbled up and down before pressing against his thighs, and the touch of her large nipples caused a greater fire to swell in his already roasting groin. Her tongue licked its way up one torrid side of his prick and down the other. Merton was in the throes of the sweetest agony on earth. His wife's slavering tongue caused his prick to shudder thrillingly. The bubbling white cream in his balls was boiling in an effort to rise and come flooding forth from his cock. Already his hips were bucking wildly, making the bed shake.