"Co on with the story, darling," she cooed seductively, "I'm waiting."
"And," Leo swallowed deeply as his wife hunched on all fours over his loins, stroking his hardness first with one hand and then between both of them at the same time. "You'll get him in the sack with you – aaaaaaaaahhhhh."
He groaned and thrust his loins forward involuntarily as the warm moistness of her open lips closed over the sensitive throbbing head of his cock.
"And – ohh – he'll be throwing it to you – ooohhh," he moaned again, reaching down and tangling his hands tightly in her hair to guide the rhythm of her bobbing head below. He lifted his head slightly from the pillow to watch her sensuously contorted face. It made the sensation that much more exciting when he could see the thickness of his own cock buried deep up between her widely ovaled lips.
"Co-wa on-wa," she mumbled around his plunging prick, struggling to get the words out and at the same time increase the twirling of her tongue around the moist stickiness of the pungent and blood-Inflated head.
"Fuck it, you can wait to hear the Goddamn story," Leo growled as she began to suck a little harder. "You just suck sweet and nice, baby and Daddy will tell you about it later."
He looked at the mirror on the wall facing the bed so he could get a better profile look at his wife's face as his hardening shaft began to slide rhythmically in and out of her roundly ovaled mouth. The very sight of it caused his loins to tense and jerk into her face until, in the mirror, it looked as though he were burying the full length of it all the way down her throat. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening protruding thickly from between her lips.
Her tongue, with a nerve tingling lick on the outstroke was making the head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside. He watched, hypnotized in the mirror, watching the flesh of her lips being pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the flesh of his prick as she sucked hungrily, her mind caught up in the task with all her concentration. Her breasts jerked and danced below her pumping torso, adding to the lust inciting picture presented to him in the glass.
"Suck it, baby, suck it," he hissed through tightly clenched teeth, dropping his head back heavily on the pillow and pretending for the moment that it was Carol Hunnicutt in tight shorts. Goddamn, he'd like to have her like this, ramming it deep into her proud little mouth. By God; he'd shove it all the way down to her tonsils when he did get her. He'd pump his hot sperm all the way down her throat and into that white tight little belly of hers until it burst up out of her tits!
"Come on, baby, come on," he grunted as his wife slaved below, her body beginning to glisten from the tiny droplets of sweat forming all over her skin. He felt like urinating as he felt the pressure growing in his balls. He knew it wouldn't be long now. His cock felt like it was filled with lead and ready to explode like the popping of a giant balloon that, when it went, blew, would spew its insides for miles in all directions. He shoved his loins hard up against her face, hearing her protesting mumble that went unheeded in his quest for the final end of this torture that was building, building, building until all at once he felt the white hot stream begin deep in his balls and race steam like the length of his plunging cock. He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as if being torn and twisted by fire.
His prick began a sudden wild stattaco jerking that flooded without warning his wife's wildly sucking mouth with gust after gust of the white-hot sperm, bloating her cheeks outward with each bullet-like spurt until she swallowed to keep from choking, mewling and crooning at his thrusting loins.
"Don't stop, baby, keep sucking, keep sucking!" he gasped as his hands tangled tighter in her hair, convulsively ramming his cock farther and farther down her ravished throat. She went on sucking wildly as he continued shooting his heavily flowing semen deep, deep into her mouth.
With one last earth-shattering groan, he emptied the last of his sperm into her lips but she went on nibbling gently for long moments afterwards, sucking every last drop from the excitedly spurting penis.
Gradually, the satiated penis deflated in her mouth. Leo threw his arms out in exhaustion, a great sigh of relief escaping from his lips. She lay for awhile with her head on his thigh, still nibbling gently at the limp useless penis in front of her and then she began crawling up over his belly and kissed him hard on the lips, still filled with her own hot passion.
"What happened to my story, lover?" she teased softly, smiling down at him with the slight sparkle of triumph in her eyes.
"Why you little bitch, you had that planned all along, didn't you?" Leo half growled, half groaned. "Imagine picking on a man ten-years older than you."
"You'll have your chance to get even, dear, I'll see to that in a few minutes. Now tell me the happy ending about how you'll talk Mr. Attractive Husband of Hunnicutt – or is it honey cunt?" Mona laughed mischievously.
"Simple, love, the lad is in the insurance business and my places and help needs all kinds of insurance. Once I make it clear to him why I want to see him, once I throw a few figures around and he gets those in ibis mind and quickly figures his commission and what his future could be he'll come panting for a chance. No starving little insurance man can turn down a chance like this, can he?"
"My are you ever the clever one," his wife teased as she reached her hand down and felt him hardening again. "And, an insatiable old bastard, too," she grinned, feeling the moisture rising between her thighs. She knew it was going to be a long delicious night and she smiled to her self inwardly, in anticipation.
CHAPTER THREE
Carol Hunnicutt hummed softly to herself as she sat at her vanity table, brushing her hair an even one hundred tunes on both sides. It was something that she had done since childhood, something that her mother had insisted on and scolded her into doing. Now it was a life-long habit and she was glad. It paid off. Her long hair was soft and glowing with life.
She took a last critical look at her hajj and, satisfied, she began applying makeup. It only took a minute, because she didn't use much. She didn't have to; her beauty and youth were abounding. Just a touch of natural colored lipstick that added a slight flesh color to her already full sensuous ups, and a quick line of eye make-up, that did nothing more than accentuate slightly their light hazel beauty.
Cocking her head to one side, she surveyed the results of her work in a cool regal way. She liked it and, in spite of her inbred modesty, she had to admit to herself that she was a very pretty girl. Very attractive by any standards, modern or classical. She must be, she thought, smiling at her image, she had landed Bob for a husband and just gotten herself a fat raise on her new job down at the drive-in.
A frown crossed her pretty face. She was now earning more than Bob was and she knew this worried him. Last night, in bed, she knew he wasn't asleep and she rolled over and said, "Honey? Don't worry, when you sell a policy and get a commission, you'll be earning tons more than me."
Bob had groaned and said, disgustedly, "Why bring that up at this hour?"
Although Carol would never admit it, all wasn't right or happy in their young marriage; undercurrents were always flowing around the two of them. Bob resented her working at the drive-in in the first place. Even Carol wasn't happy over the skimpy little costume she had to wear but the money was so good and the hours were fine.
In fact, although she would never admit it to Bob, she liked the work. There were times, when she got into the swing of things, when she began to feel the pitch and rhythm of the place itself, when she could feel herself moving in a pace that was unison with all around her, she enjoyed it. She laughed with the young men in the cars and spun on her heel, and, buttocks switching fairly twitching, she would hustle away with a full order. There were times when she was busy and the hours fairly flew and she would stop, amazed, that her shift was over so soon. She found, at tunes like these when she felt the restless hum of the nearby freeway and of all the people who drove up for the rest and food and light and warmth and someone to talk to in the middle of a Los Angeles night, that she could handle any remark made. She ignored those that she didn't like and reacted to those she liked with a stunning sunny smile.