He really felt much better now that he'd made his decision. His eyes raked her body as he slid his hands over her soft smooth skin: her dissheveled blonde hair, her breasts heaving as she got more and more excited, the nipples flushed and pointing out hard like thimbles, her fingers probing and tugging her moist pussy lips, her soft brown eyes beseeching his as she licked sweat from her upper lip. Oliver crawled toward her, running first his tongue and then his penis up her leg. Jeanette gasped as he pinched her right nipple and tugged it to his eager mouth, slurping in the fat bud, biting it, then swirling it with his tongue as his mouth sucked hard on her aereola.
He slid next to his wife, slurping the one breast while his left arm slid under her and around. He humped her thigh as his left hand found her left breast, kneading and pinching Jeanette's chest flesh and tugging her nipple in time to both his mouth and the fingers of his right hand now entwining with her fingers to assist in the caressing of her pussy lips. Humping against his hand, Jeanette pulled Oliver's palm against her mons and ground against it. He inserted first one, then three fingers into her pussy, curling into her as he rubbed the heel of his right hand into her mons. "Mmmmmmmmmm" she hummed, writhing under his mouth and hands. He kept at this patiently, her hips arching more and more, grunting and panting her arousal as she grew more and more wet, her juices slicking his hands, dribbling down her thighs and soaking into the sheets. She was so wet and the noises she made were beyond compare, squealing and grunting and purring and cooing like an assortment of wild animals.
Her hand, slick with her own fluids, grasped his cock at her hip and flicked the head, alternating squeezing as tight as she could and stroking rapidly, feverishly up and down the entire length of his shaft. After coming so recently, he had a great deal of staying power, and she climaxed on his hand with her nipple in his teeth, bucking and shaking, kicking her feet up into the air, bouncing up against his fingers as if trying to suck in his whole hand. She whimpered through her teeth, trying to not scream loud enough to wake the neighbors, and rolled over, sucking him into her mouth as her hand groped and found the condom, tearing it open as she licked and sucked on his pole, the drool pouring down his shaft to trickle over his balls. She reared back and gasped "I need you inside me. NOW!" as she rolled the condom onto his swollen penis. Desperate to get inside her after her wonderful show, Oliver pulled his wife to his chest, crushing her to him for a kiss, then throwing her down onto the bed. He grabbed her left leg by the ankle and raised it to the ceiling, lining himself up and then diving down onto her, carefully but forcefully plunging his whole length into her in one stroke.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned in a voice deep with lust as he panted. She squeezed him tightly with her vagina, first at the base and then rolling up to the tip, milking his shaft with amazing control. She was hotter than he could ever remember her being before, like sticking his cock into an oven. He rolled his hips, pushing down and into her with his whole weight, as he brought his left arm down behind her right knee, propping her legs up and wide apart. He pushed as far as he could into her and then worried her left nipple in his teeth. Oliver lifted his head, rocking forward so that his pubic bone was grinding into her clitoris, and looked her in the eyes. She let out a little gasp and her eyes widened, as if surprised at how deep he was inside her.
"Jeanette, I want you to come." So saying, he slowly rocked back, pulling his cock out until just the tip was nestled between her soaking lips.
"Jeanette, I want you to come." and he slammed deep into her as hard and fast as he could. She gave a little "Ooh!" of surprise and he repeated this, pulling back slowly and pounding into her as hard as he could: soon she was panting, thrashing her head from side to side as she threw her body up into each thrust. He increased his pace as his excitement grew, growling "Jeanette, I want you to come." over and over again. Soon they were hammering each other.
"Jeanette!" - thrust - "I!" -thrust- "Want!" -thrust- "You!" -thrust- "To!" -thrust- "Come!"
Oliver's fierce pounding had pushed her backwards until Jeanette's head was bouncing against the headboard. He pulled out of her and she let out a little groan of disappointment. Oliver grabbed her and flipped her onto her front. He pulled her ass up into the air and plunged his dick back deep in her pussy, resuming his litany "Jeanette, I want you to come!". She remained with her ass up in the air as he pounded her from behind, going as deep and as fast as he could, so that her knees were coming off of the bed with each thrust. This was hard on her neck, so she tried to get onto all fours as best she could, but she kept getting knocked down. His incessant pounding had her babbling, chanting "Oh yes, oh baby, oh yes, take me, fuck me, baby, oh yes, like that, fuck yeah, more yeah, ooh ahh, take, aah, oooh, fuck, oohhhhh, yesss, give it!" as he chanted "Jeanette, I want you to come!"
Jeanette reached up and pushed backwards on the headboard to meet each thrust and get him as deep into her pussy as possible. Oliver reached forward and grabbed her bouncing breasts, yanking her backwards onto him as he plowed into her.
Again and again he pounded Jeanette, her ass cheeks clapping back onto his thighs with each stroke, making a staccato slapping in counterpoint to the headboard banging the wall. She started to squeal higher and higher "Give! Oooh! Fuck! YES! OH! FUCK! DEEP! OH! SHIT! FUCK! MY! CUNT! OH! OH! AH! AH! AH! OH! OHHH!" The more she cursed, the closer she was to orgasm, and Oliver's own excitement mounted. No position made him feel as powerful as taking his wife from behind. He grabbed her ass in his hands and pulled her hard onto him with each stroke, his balls slapping up against her crotch as he went in, and pulling her ass cheeks apart to show her sweaty ass flexing above her slick pussy as he pulled out. He growled, the sight of her puckered asshole, slick with sweat and pussy juice, clenching uncontrollably as she approached orgasm driving him crazy with lust, his cock throbbing as he pistoned in and out of her.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
"Jeanette!" In. "OH!"
"Jeanette!" In. "FUCK!"
"Jeanette!" In. "YEEEESSS!"
"COME NOW!" So saying he pushed off with his feet as he thrust and pulled her ass. Stifling a scream, she came and came on his cock, quivering and shaking on his member as he launched her forward. She pushed up with her hands on the headboard and so avoided pounding her face into the wall, but then he had her pinned there, pressed up against the wall, squirming and shaking like a butterfly freshly pinned in a collection. He thrust into her savagely, his squatting thighs launching them both with each pounding heave, lifting her up and crushing her against the wall with each stroke, her weight pulling her back with him as he bent his knees and then pounded her upwards again and again. Her scream, muffled by her clenched teeth and her face pressed into the wall, continued for a long time as he thrust and thrust and thrust and then, with a roar like a wild animal, he came, filling the condom so that the overflow dribbled down his balls and dripped onto a pillow. He grinned when he realized it was her pillow and the mental image came to his mind of her resting her cheek in a puddle of his semen. He was panting and weak and started to chuckle. Jeanette turned around and held him, giggling with delight at the rough fucking they'd just had. Within minutes, they were asleep, exhausted and happy.
The next day dawned bright and early. Oliver's legs were still a little sore as he got up, showered, and ate a quick breakfast before heading out for the day. He looked in on Jeanette and smiled to see her sleeping peacefully, her hair stuck to her pillow. |