Henry felt his wife sucking at the swollen length of his prick and quivered involuntarily, in a tremor which seemed to begin at his ankles, and to possess his entire body until he was trembling all over. He plunged his tongue deep into the warm wet depths of Linda's syrupy cunt, licking and lapping hungrily at the sweet juices of her desire. By now the waterbed was undulating vigorously, and both Henry and Linda felt as though they were on a raft, being buffeted about in a stormy sea.
Linda's cunt was gaping wide open, and Henry moved his face from side to side as he licked deeper and deeper into the hot juicy cavern of her pussy. He nudged with his nose at her quivering clitoris as he continued to fuck her cunt with his tongue. She had swallowed nearly half the length of his prick and so she couldn't speak, but she was making muffled sounds of pleasure as his tongue plundered the depths of her twat.
Spurred on by the passionate sounds that Linda was making and the vibration of her palate as she groaned, his pecker was titillated even more. Henry took whole mouthfuls of throbbing cunt-flesh between his teeth and his gently grasping lips, and ran his tongue up and down over the ridges of red flesh. Her groans were becoming even more pronounced now, and began to take on a rhythmic cadence that told Henry that she was only inches away from her orgasm.
Moving his hips slightly, he pulled his cock out of reach of her sucking mouth, and continued to plunge his own tongue deeper and deeper, cock-like, into her pussy. The flavor of her juices was beginning to take on the consistency of honey, and the sweetness was giving way to a spicy pungency. Henry lapped diligently, trying to suck the juices from her very core.
Now, her mouth freed of her husband's cock, Linda began to moan and gurgle out the sounds of her pleasure.
"Oh, Henry," she moaned, "it feels so fucking good. Oh, Henry, yes, suck me hard. Oh, yes, do it there. Oh suck me. Oh, yes. Oh yes. Oh yes suck me. Suck my cunt. Oh Henry please don't stop! Oh don't stop now! Oh. Oooooh! Oooooh I'm going to come any minnnuuutttte!"
Suddenly, Henry pulled his tongue out of his wife's drooling pussy. He knew that she loved to be tormented; that if he did it right it even heightened the pleasure of her orgasm. And he knew that the better it was for her, the better she would make it for him.
"Oh, Henry," she sobbed. "Oh, please don't tease me."
"What is it you want?" he asked innocently.
"Oh, Henry, you know what I want!" she wailed.
"Tell me!" he commanded.
"Oh Henry, I want you to suck my cunt. Oh, I want you to make me come. Oh, please, make me come! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt with your tongue!"
"You didn't say please," he taunted.
"Oh, yes, please," she sobbed. "I'll do anything you want. Anything. Oh please. Oooooh!"
Her sob trailed off as Henry once more plunged his tongue deep into the hot confines of her pussy. Almost immediately her hips began to pump in a desperate sex-hungry rhythm. She wrapped her legs about his neck, drawing his face deeper into her fragrant cunt. As Henry lapped deeper into her twat he felt the river of her orgasm beginning to flow. At first the changing flavor of her cuntal secretions signaled the approach of her climax. Then her moans provided further evidence.
And then, as Linda's orgasm exploded in bright flashes of pink and orange and purple and yellow inside her head, she sobbed uncontrollably. "Oh, yes!" she wailed. "I'm commiinngg nooowww!"
Henry felt triumphant pleasure at the sound of his wife's almost irrational voice. He continued to lap and lick at her flowing pussy as she heaved and rolled beneath him, the undulations of the waterbed magnifying her movements. At last her movements slowed until, finally, she lay still. Henry licked gently at her cunt, swallowing every last drop of her sticky sweet orgasmic fluids. By now his cock was so hard that the tip was purple.
Henry rolled onto his back next to his panting wife. His cock stood straight up in the air like a flagpole. Hardly taking a moment to catch her breath, Linda rolled over onto her hands and knees, her mouth poised just over Henry's dick. She lowered her face until her lips were only inches away from her husband's swollen, throbbing hard-on. Then she blew softly against the rubbery bulb at the tip of his cock.
"I promised I'd do anything," she said. "Now what would you like?"
"Suck it!" Henry said simply. "Suck it good!"
Without waiting for further instructions, Linda leaned forward and took the entire head of her husband's prick in her mouth. She just held it for a moment, letting her mouth fill with saliva. Then she parted her lips slightly so that two thin rivulets of saliva trickled out from between her lips and rolled slowly down the shining length of his prick. Then, with a serpentine movement of her tongue, she lashed out at the little rivulets of saliva and stopped them with her tongue, just before they had reached the matted jungle of his black pubic hair. She rolled her tongue back and forth across the soft underside of the shank of his prick as she moved upward toward the tip once more.
Then she pouted her lips and planted a wet, noisy kiss on the purple head of Henry's big dick. Keeping her lips in her wide-open pout, she trailed them wetly down the upper surface of the sturdy fuckpole, nibbling and nipping gently at it as she worked her way down to his wiry black curls. She inhaled deeply, savoring the musty smell of his crotch, and playfully tugged at a curling tuft of hair with her teeth. Then, her teeth bared, she nibbled her way back up his throbbing cock.
Henry thought that he would go out of his mind with pleasure. He wriggled his hips from side to side, pressing his feet deep into the yielding softness of the water mattress. The waves inside the waterbed made them sway back and forth in a slow, steady, sensual rhythm. Henry let a long low moan escape his lips as his wife ran the broad flat surface of her tongue over and around the satiny smooth skin of the head of his cock. Then, opening her mouth wide, she lowered her head swiftly, swallowing his cock until he could feel the tip nosing at the back of her throat.
For a moment, Linda thought that she would gag, but she managed to control the impulse by moving her head slightly up again. She held his cock in place with gentle pressure of her teeth as she swept her tongue back and forth inside her mouth, churning her saliva to a froth which played around his cock like ocean waves.
Just as Linda took his hairy scrotum in her hands and began to softly caress the sac with her fingertips, Henry dug his heels into the water mattress beneath him and thrust his hips up into the air, driving his cock all the way to Linda's tonsils. With a slurping sound, she moved her head up and down in a steady rhythm, sucking hard each time her lips came to the throbbing tip of her husband's hard-on. With her long fingernails, she raked gently at his sac of nuts. With her other hand, she reached around under his ass.
Her index finger snaked its way between the contracting cheeks of his ass. He could feel her fingernail probing deeper and higher, in search of his asshole. Then her fingertip found its mark. She continued scratching at the wrinkled down-covered skin of his sac as the index finger of her other hand parted the tightly clenched lips of his asshole and worked its way inside to explore the rubbery softness. She lowered her head at the same time, swallowing his prick. Then on the upstroke she bared her teeth, scraping them on the smooth skin of Henry's cock.
As Linda lowered her head again, she pulled her teeth in and stroked her husband's cock with the moist surfaces of her lips. She gently kneaded his balls while wiggling a finger around inside his asshole. Henry gasped in delight. Then she let go of his balls, and began pinching the flesh of his thighs between her thumb and the knuckle of her index finger.
Henry felt the hot juice in his balls begin to boil. His cock began to pulsate violently, and he could feel short bursts of hot come beginning to work their tortuous way up from his nuts through the tight coils of tubing which led to the hole at the tip of his prick. He reached for his wife's hair and tangled his fingers in it. It was soft and fine, and because it was short, didn't afford much of a grip. But the silky smoothness of her fine blonde hair, as it stroked the palms of his hands, turned him on still more.