"Ooooohhhahh!.. Dear Jesus in Heaven!" she wailed conventionally, and David hoped to hell she wasn't about to recite the Lord's prayer just because he'd finally shuffled all his inches up her sweet and holy twat!.. Unnnn!.. Christ, it felt so wild and juicy in there now, and the hell with her attitude. Friction was friction, and she was there and limp and letting him in her. Big thick untenable cock all lodged and rumbling inside the belly-hearth of this damned bitch-beauty who assigned him the bloodless roles of "Daddy" and "Husband," but never lover!
David pressed his soft hot mouth down on hers, but kept obediently close-lipped, like nephew-to-aunt. Linda suffered him to kiss her, while he militarily crammed his pulsating weapon in and out… his round hard buttocks humping now up, now down, loin-path straight as an arrow… no distorting side-detours, no pushing those glorious white thighs up against her bobbing breasts where he wanted them… nothing more urgent than this even keel, to-and-fro… and ooh damn! As far as it went, it was great and it was tingling… He had to give it that… because feel how wet she was getting in there… and damn her, she was always the one to oil up before he did, which meant she was a lot hotter than she knew…
"Ooooh no, David! There's so much of it!" she groaned, and with his lips dabbing at hers David dearly longed to use the words on her and tell her exactly what he was doing to her, with his mouth planted on hers, his lips pressing to feel the perfect lush delicacy of her lips… and, to himself, he let loose with some of these words as he plunged his phallus more fiercely into her… Ahhh!.. The little Mommy's getting fucked on her sweet scented sheets! That's what the head of your household's doing to you, baby… pounding his ding-dong right up your bubbly Vesuvius! And who the hell cares if your ancestors came all over the Mayflower, they all did it… like this… and this… squirty slamming flesh… flopping in and grinding it, then flopping out again…!
And now, as often happened when he neared a climax with Linda, David cast out the limited boundaries of reality and summoned up a much more satisfying internal vision. Still his plummeting member and her voluptuous body, but in this quick fantasy he was hurling his cock in and out of the dearer, warmer receptacle of her mouth. Ooh Jesus, baby… look at you! The winning of Linda Fortune at last… his prick easing softly in and out of her full flaring mouth, instead of that clamped-up compulsion of a hole down there… unnn! Look at that lovely-lady-action… velvety girl-petals receiving the head of it… see that racy hoarded tongue flick out and caress as he sank slowly deeper and she gulped and thirsted for it, sobbing out her cries of gratitude and fulfillment… home's harlot unveiled at last, ahh!.. her dearest wish come true: to drink the flavors of her tall clean blond-boy husband, to digest the very heart of him… that's what her lips were made for, curved for… and to think how cruelly he'd denied the poor girl…!
Even though the room was still too dark to see, David kept his eyes tightly closed to be sure that when he shot his raging manly load it would go right down this envisioned dream-throat of his wife… her silky blond hair not in ugly rollers now, but wild and flowing all over the pillow… his furry pubic nest covering her mouth as he jabbed thickly in and out, the heavy droop of his balls cuddling gently under her chin as she sipped and milked him… and damn!.. what a cameo-shot this made, this sweet little P.T.A. President with her lips all blooming and full of him… and aw… David was close now and kept telling himself: in her mouth, not up her pre-scheduled sacrificial belly… between her baby-kissing lips… crowding her tongue… oh God, I'm married after all… 'cause my prick's in there, and see how the fashionable young matron kisses it… oooh and kisses… ahh Linda waiting for the flow…!
They were both startled by the shrill, gurgling squeal of a baby from the next room, which happened to be the nursery. Linda pushed him up, off and away from her, only seconds before David's painfully thwarted explosion.
"It's the baby!" she cried. "Oh, it's his colic, David, I must go to him!"
She was up in a flash, leaving David in a slumped daze, his penis still athrob and half-adrip, ready and burningly poised for eruption… and still in her dreamed-up mouth, Goddamn her, even though she was out of bed now and moving about the room.
"What baby, at a time like this?" he groaned, feeling the clutch of orgasm-amnesia. "Oh honey, Flora will take care of the stupid baby… what the hell're we paying a sleep-in nurse for, if you're gonna go running to him every time he opens his mouth?"
She gave him a stoic leer. "There's a time in every infant's life when it must be his mother who comes in the night," she informed him.
"Oh?" said David, giving this some thought while still holding onto his cock to press back the trickles. "Are you trying to tell me something?"
Considering all this semantic-wise, Linda slipped into her robe, switched on a light, and said: "Don't be obscene, please. It's simply that I refuse to let that baby start nursery-school with a rejection complex. It's his Mummy he's crying for, not his Nanny…"
"Yeah…? well then send his Nanny in here to me, maybe we can trade emergencies!" But she'd already left the room, slamming the door on his ungainly proposal.
… Goddamnit, even old Flora'd look good to me right now, he thought. He knelt there on the bed, feeling foolish and hot and ape-like, his prick still achingly hard and ready to foam over. Then he stared down at Linda's lovely tinted sheets and saw the patch of dampness where her Ladyship's crotch had been. By God, then that icy bitch of a Mommy did come in the night! That sure's hell wasn't his flood down there, because his hadn't happened yet. He was just about to spurt right between her angelic red lips… wasn't that the dream on the dais just before the baby blew it? Sure… not his wet, dammit, but her wet! No wonder she was so eager to play Mother McCree, that phony little closet-degenerate… gettin' her jollies and hopping off to the nursery! The hypocrite, she'd have a baby on each nipple for the rest of her life if she thought it would keep him away from the truth of her flesh, the ripe buried needs of her… In a fury, David seized Linda's pillow and started to beat it and crush it and straddle it between his legs, until he was crazily masturbating himself with it. But to get back at her… (Oh, that psalm-faced gingham Miss!)… he summoned up another hot charade of retribution, but this time found his vengeance while fully awake. Her imperial family again, the idol-figures, economic backbone of his marriage and his success. Ooh… get 'em where they live and where they sit! Yeah… there they are, Papa and Mama in-laws, whirling beneath him. Get them to kneel and offer up their plush-lined rumps for the final indignity. Thought they could buy him and trap him and nail him, did they? Aw… How sweet it felt to violate them and slash and ravish their innards, oooh!.. Shove it up their fat expensive plumbing… Dig it and thump it and… Oh God, he was too close to shooting to enjoy it any longer… had to let it loose now, right up that complaining regal back-buff… ahh!.. Pow and thud and bang it up that tired old valley… in there now… awwoooohh!.. all of it… and… oh more… and more… and unnngf!.. lost…
But afterwards, David realized that once again the fantasy-body he'd penetrated had become that of his father-in-law. White shaggy mane, hoarse barking grunts. No mistaking the old guy. It was him, all right… Oh God, he thought, feeling shabby and contrite… why couldn't it have been her mother this time? Weren't there enough pressures crowding in on him without adding this new anxiety? And Jesus, what the hell kind of reasoning was this: If he couldn't get what he wanted from his wife, he'd go rape her father?
Linda returned to the room, all smiles and neatness. "Jaimie's asleep now, the angel. It was really so easy. Flora said I was a wonder. All he had to do was sense my presence, and off he went…" She eyed David and her tumbled-looking bed. "What happened here, some sort of accident?"