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A Way Back from Disaster: Saving the World | bold-fencer | 5

 

Oliver pulled Jeanette back down onto the bed by her hair, lying on her side. She had to back up a bit or fall off the bed, so his member bounced in the cool air for a moment until he got her head at the right height again. She understood what he wanted, of course, and swooped down onto his cock again. He plunged roughly into her mouth, but the angle wasn't great with her head slightly sideways.

He let go of her head, though, and let her slurp on his dick while he thrust it toward her face and climbed sideways onto the bed. Oliver leaned over, propping himself up by his right elbow, and stuck his head between Jeanette's legs. Her thighs were slick with her juices and her thong was translucent with the moisture. His left hand grabbed the thong and pulled it sharply upward, so that the sopping fabric first cupped her lips and then pulled between them. He enjoyed the sight of that for a moment, but when Jeanette started stroking his cock into her mouth, her hand firmly milking his shaft while her mouth repeatedly sucked on the first two inches, he couldn't just stand to watch.

His left hand grabbed her left thigh just behind the knee and pulled it up toward the ceiling while his right hand moved from the elbow to grab her thong from deep between her lips and yank it down. Her lips pulsed at him, the flesh squeezing and relaxing as she was desperate to suck him in, to be filled. He hooked his thumb over the fabric and pinched the lips between his index and middle finger, her hips rolling lewdly toward him. He noticed that her bush was growing slightly wild again. It had been at least a couple of days since she had trimmed her pubic hairs last, and he could see beads of her aromatic lubricant like dew drops in her curled dark blonde hairs.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth with an audible pop and began to jack it faster, the head bouncing against her pouting lips. "Come on, baby, come on!" she coaxed, and wildly, roughly he pulled her left leg over his shoulder and dove in, his flattened tongue blanketing her swollen clitoris and the sensitive flesh at the top of her lips while his two fingers plunged as deep as they could go into her pussy. Without much leverage, he let the elastic force of the thong help pull his right hand back into her and then pulled out again, faster and faster, finger-fucking his wife until her legs started to shake and her hips bucked toward him. He loved to excite her, and her moans and groans were muffled as she slurped him deep into her mouth again.

"Mmm-hmm! Mmm-hmm! Mmm-hmm!" she groaned on his cock as he curled his fingers with each stroke, caressing the walls of her pussy behind the clitoris. His own excitement built, and though the angle wasn't great, he found himself groaning louder and louder, thrusting forcefully into her mouth as one of her hands squeezed the very base of his cock in a grip like a vise while the other pulled his balls with each thrust.

He left her leg draped over his shoulder and reached around to knead her plump ass cheeks with his left hand. Between his left hand pushing her by the ass onto his tongue and fingers, her thighs bucking up against him, and her leg pulling him onto her, he was forced to take breaths in between each thrust as her pussy pulled slightly away from his mouth. Faster and faster she popped her hips against his mouth and fingers.

"Ohhh...mmmmm....uhhhhhh...mmmmm..." he groaned continuously, and her noises likewise grew louder, her muffled groans becoming rapid shrieks as she neared climax. "Mm-mmm-nnn-mmm-nnn-mm-nn-nn-mm!" Both of their hips were lifting off of the bed, slamming the other's mouth hard in their passion. He pulled her ass toward him while simultaneously pushing her onto her back with his fingers, rolling onto his knees and left hand. He slipped in his ring finger and pulled upwards rapidly inside her as she rolled onto her back, his cock almost coming out of her mouth, then plunging back in as she grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled her head and mouth up onto him.

"n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-N-N-N-N-M-M-M-M-M!" she cried, trying to gulp him into her mouth as fast as his fingers were moving, blurred in her pussy, with his thumb replacing his tongue so that he could better see what he was doing. Her hips raised completely off the bed in her attempts to get his pumping fingers deeper inside of her, and her screams on his cock sent him over the edge; he impaled her mouth with a firm thrust downward, pushing her head into the bed and his balls on her nose. His cock plowed into the back of her throat and would probably have stuck there except that his powerful ejaculation spewing right then slicked the way, so that his cock bent upward to follow her throat. "OHHHHHHHH!" he yelled, thrusting hard into her throat as she pulled his ass hard onto her. She threw her hips up with all her might, actually tossing him up repeatedly so that all his weight was on his knees and cock pulsing and spurting in her throat. "UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! UHHH! UHHHHH! UHHHHHHHH! UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Eventually his shouts reduced in volume so that he could hear her again, squealing in ecstacy as her own orgasm approached, muffled by his cock pumping his seed down her throat and his balls grinding against her nose. Still thrusting with weaker spurts, Oliver tried to stick all four fingers of his hand as deep into his wife's beautiful cunt as he could, but he couldn't balance with her full body thrusts and keep up good leverage. He rolled over and she followed him, rolling on top as his twitching cock popped out of her mouth so that her screams could be heard full force.

"YESS! YESS! OH, FUCK ME! FUCK MY MMMM-MOUTH!" - here she resumed sucking all the cum from his penis, her voice intermittently screaming and muffled by his fat cock - "FUCK MY PUSSY! MMMM! YES! OH FUCK! MMMM! FUCK! YES! OHHHH! YEEEESSS!" Laying on his back, Oliver's right arm was free to pump his hand harder and faster, in and out of her vibrating, gyrating pussy as she rolled her hips and spread her legs wider and wider, throwing herself backwards onto his hand and then forward to suck him deep into her mouth again.

"OHHH! YESSS! MMMPH MMMPH! FUCK ME FUCK ME MMPH MMPH FUCKME FUCKME MM-MMPH I LOVE YOUR CUM MMMM-HMMM I WANT YOU SHOOTING MMMM-MMMM CUMMING INSIDE ME MMMM-MMMM OH YESSS MMMM FUCK ME MMMMM HARDER MMMM FUCK MMMM ME MMMM FUCK MMMM ME MMMM YESSSS! OOOOHHHHHHHHH!" When her voice got all high and nasal like this, she was deep in the throes of passion and mindless lust, basically having no idea what she was saying. Oliver loved it, loved that he could give his wife such mind-blowing pleasure, as she had just given him. Still pretty hard, he was loving her sucking his shaft and tugging his balls to coax every last drop into her mouth, too.

"MMMM-MMMM UH HUH MMM-MMM OH YESSS MMM-MMM FUCK MMMM-MMM OOHHHH MMM-MMM!" In minutes, she had sucked him dry, and his cock was shrinking on his belly while she sat up on his face, grinding and screeching, bouncing up and down on his fingers and tongue.

"AAAAAHHHHHH OHHHHHH YESSSSSS OOOOHHHHHH YEEEEESSSSS FUUUUCK MEEEEEEE" His mouth was getting sore from sticking his tongue out for so long but he loved the taste of her, and then the gush of even more fluid as she came, yelling at full volume.

"OHHHH YEEEEESSSSS EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" He continued tonguing and fingering her for a minute or so more until she curled up and rolled off of him, sweat-soaked and glowing.

They basked in it for a few moments until they realized that all their racket had woken their baby in the next room. She was crying piteously, and may have been crying for some time. While it was his turn to take care of her, he looked at his wife and smiled weakly: it would be minutes before he had the strength to even stand without wobbling. Jeanette sighed, kissed him and then rolled out of bed to pull on a robe and try to soothe the baby.

Oliver sighed in contentment, struggling to stay awake. They'd really gotten carried away this time. Waking the baby - he chuckled to himself. At least the other girls were off at their grandma's house tonight. THAT would have been really awkward, if one of the girls had come to see what all the noise was. Oliver figured that Jeanette had had talks with Yvonne, at least, but all of his talk with his kids about sex had all been related to his genetics work, and was comfortably disconnected from the mechanics of sexual intercourse. If they'd had any boys, he supposed he would have been the one to talk to them about that, but all three of their kids were female, and money was tight enough that it was unlikely they could bear the financial burden of another child. The first two girls were 12 and 10...Jeanette and he'd waited some years before considering getting pregnant again. Jeanette hadn't been sure about it at the time, but he had been determined to have a boy.

First, they each went through a battery of tests to check whether they could have a boy, then read a lot of materials about how to improve their chances of conceiving a boy and had had regular, planned sex on a schedule designed to optimize the conditions for getting a son. In the end, though, their luck was against them, and they got another girl. She was a delight to the whole family, of course, even though her sleep patterns left something to be desired. But unless he struck it big at work and got a lot more funding so that his salary would grow significantly, Oliver was unlikely to have a son at this point. As it was, their budget was stretched so thin that he'd been considering selling some of his remaining stock or even the properties they bought ten years ago. It was a terrible time to sell, but if they decided that they really needed a big cash inflow, he could unload them pretty quickly.

All these thoughts about kids and finances brought up the subject of his work again, and he was worrying about it when Jeanette finally returned. "Is she asleep?" Jeanette nodded, clearly tired. But she pulled a condom out of the robe's breast pocket and set it on the bedside table. "Just in case you...recover..." She shrugged and the robe slipped softly from her shoulders, catching briefly on her large nipples as it flowed to the floor.

"God, you're beautiful" he breathed.

She climbed into bed and straddled him; his cock stirred weakly. "THERE you go." she said. "I guess you liked what we just did, huh?"

"Do you even need to ask?"

"I guess not," she said, reaching down to take him gently in her hand. "Do you wanna to try go again now, or...?" Her hand, squeezing and slowly stroking, left him speechless. "I know you want to talk to me about work, but it's still early, and if we can be quiet this time, Amy should be fine to sleep for another four hours." She looked seriously at him. "But it's up to you, darling."

Oliver nodded. "W-we...we can talk about work later. As long as we do talk about it."

"Oh good," Jeanette smiled and stretched out half on him, half next to him on the bed. He could feel the heat of her pussy against his hip where she threw her leg over him. Her hand continued to lazily jack his manhood back upright as she nuzzled against him, her breasts pressed softly against him. She licked his earlobe and whispered softly, intimately, her lips brushing his ear, as if sharing a big secret.

"I loved how you shot your wad deep in my mouth. I love all of you, even your salty cum. But I wasn't kidding before, when I said that I want you inside me. I want to feel you plowing into me, pushing deep into my vagina until I cum hard on your rock-hard cock and I want to feel your jizz squirting warm inside me, filling me." Already groaning and mostly hard, Oliver looked at her is surprise when she said this last part. "Yes, I know we have a condom, and we'll use it tonight." Jeanette explained, "But I want to feel you spraying your semen in me again. Using a condom is great, but it's a distant second."

"So what are you saying?" Oliver asked, only half concentrating on the conversation, his hands already roaming over her lovely body that was so familiar to him. "Do you want to try for a boy again?"

She stopped jacking him for a moment, though her warm hand still squeezed his cock tightly, and looked at him seriously. "Oliver, I think you need to make that appointment for the vasectomy."

He started and then nodded. He knew she was right; they'd discussed it many times and he'd talked to the doctor about it a few times already. He just hadn't quite made the appointment yet; for some reason he hadn't quite got used to the idea that he would never be able to have a child again, even though rationally he knew that they never would have another child. He sighed, and then nodded again. "Yes, you're right, Jen. I need to just bite the bullet and make the appointment." He kissed her tenderly; she knew how sensitive the subject was for him, and he appreciated that she'd broached the subject so gently. They both knew how little they could afford an accidental pregnancy. "I love you." He grinned impishly, as with the decision he'd become fully erect again. "And you know I want to fill you with my cum!" He grabbed the condom. "That'll happen soon enough." Reaching down, he gave her a playful slap on her round ass. "Tonight I fuck your brains out, and on Monday I'll call and make an appointment!" The issues with the new line of genetic research at the lab forgotten for the moment, he considered how he was going to take her.

 

How will he do it?


          Take her from behind

 
 
 

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