Chapter 2
Ann Hunnicutt was not by nature an early riser. Often she didn't even hear the harsh jangling whine of the alarm clock, and she would awaken later to find her husband already dressed and ready for work. Or already gone.
She was determined not to let that happen this morning. She had been horny for three days now, her voice was steady. Her desperation had the and her husband Tom had been too busy with work to do anything about it. Experience had shown that the best time to get Tom was in the morning, when he was fresh and full of energy. Her frustration had made Ann a light sleeper the last couple of nights. Now she was lying awake and ready while her husband ran the shower in the adjoining bathroom.
Ann lay naked under the sheet, her legs spread slightly as she caressed her pussy-mound with her fingertips. The hair there was sparse and very soft. It was easy to reach right on through to the prominent button of her clitoris. "Oooohhhhh," she groaned into the empty room. "Hhnnnhhhh." As though they had a will of their own, her fingers worked their way enticingly around her upthrusting clitoris. They nudged the yielding flesh beneath, creating waves of desire that spread from her cunt throughout her lush young body. Her whole being cried for cock.
The hissing sound of the shower stopped. Tom must be drying himself. She thought about his thick cock, flaccid now, but capable of such filling hardness. A surge of raw pain coursed through her. She wanted that cock in her cunt - now.
"Tom, darling ... would you come here for a minute, please?"
"Can it wait a while, honey? It's getting kind of late and I ... "
Her voice was steady. Her desperation had the ring of absolute conviction. "It can't wait, Tom darling."
"Okay ... I'm coming." He didn't sound enthusiastic. A moment later, he emerged from the bathroom, naked, a few pearls of water gleaming on his tawny flesh. He was a tall, muscular man with a thick shock of black hair, a black mustache curling over his upper lip, and piercing dark eyes. Women never failed to notice him and, like a good ad man, he smiled at them and complimented them. His sex life, however, was restricted exclusively to his pretty blonde wife.
Tom liked women, but he wasn't willing to risk his home life for a frivolous one-night fling. Or for a mistress on the other side of town. Sex with Ann wasn't as thrilling as it had once been, but it would do.
Tom had a slight look of apprehension on his face. He thought he knew what his wife was up to, and he wasn't ready for it. There were things on his mind, like the layout he had to present to the boss this morning. "Now look, Ann, honey, whatever you want to talk about ... can't it wait until tonight? I've ... "
Ignoring her husband's words, Ann patted the mattress next to her. "Come sit down, Tom honey. I want you to come sit down, just for a minute." The second sentence was uttered very firmly, to combat the hesitation in her husband's eyes.
Reluctantly, Tom sat next to his wife. He flinched when she reached round him and grabbed his flaccid cock.
"Tom ... you know how I get when I don't get laid for a while. I'm nervous, irritable ... and I look ten years older than usual. I don't like being this way. I want to do something about it. Please, honey." She began to nuzzle his ear with her tongue while her fingers caressed the soft flesh of his foreskin. She whispered lewdly into his ear. "I want to suck your prick, Tom darling."
The young husband surprised himself by experiencing an unmistakable surge of excitement in his cock. Her obvious hunger, her obscene words were rousing him as her soft presence next to him in bed at night hadn't. "Uuuhhhh, jee-zuz, Ann ... " Her fingers were caressing his cock more forcefully now. "I don't know, baby ... uuhhlthh ... Yeah, baby, go ahead! Do it!"
The expert manipulations of her fingers moving his foreskin over his growing member were more than the man could resist. Only now did he realize that he, too, was horny. He needed some attention paid to the ache in his turgid prick.
Eagerly, Ann maneuvered herself around on the bed so she was kneeling right next to her seated husband. She pulled the foreskin down to reveal the inflated head of his burgeoning cock. The slit in the end was a dilated hole, at the moment, that was seeping provocative drops of milky cum. She bent down and licked hungrily at his love-juices.
"Aaaiieeeee! Ann, baby, that's good!" Tom braced himself against the mattress with his fists. He watched dumbfounded as his wife took charge of his cock and began to nibble the swollen head with greedy enthusiasm. Her white-blonde hair fell disheveled around her face. It framed her head and his cock in a lewd picture of devouring lust. "Hhhnnnhhhh, yeah ... suck it, Ann honey!"
She scarcely heard her husband's words, so engrossed was she in her wanton task. Her tongue-tip worked delicately, tantalizingly around his cock-head. It probed into the slit on the glans and circled the prominent ridge that topped his rock-hard shaft. When she had teased herself and him to the point of agonizing hunger, she pursed her lips tightly and slid her head all the way down. His cock soared deep into her mouth. The tip grazed the back of her throat. Instead of gagging, she relaxed her throat muscles and took his prick again and again, as deep into her mouth as she could get it. Her blonde head bobbed lewdly over her work.
"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!" Her moans continued almost without pause. They were the moans of a woman who had what she wanted. Who was content in the salacious abandon of erotic fulfillment. But Ann could feel the moisture building between her thighs. Her cunt-lips were wet with flaring need. Sucking cock was good, but her pussy needed it so bad! As much as she was enjoying what she was doing to her husband right now, the ache in her cunt was deeper, more compelling than the blissful fantasy of bringing her husband pleasure with her mouth.
She looked up at her handsome husband. "Darling ... I want to have you inside me now." Without hesitation, she straddled Tom's thighs, facing him, and sat down on his up thrust cock.
Before he had a chance to regret the absence of Ann's caressing lips on his cock, Tom was enjoying the warm wet clasp of her cunt-walls. They clung to his throbbing organ like a tight-fitting globe. The rubbery pressure made his prick leap into harder life. His first surge was to cum right then and there, but with practiced self-control he held back, waited for the hot waves of pleasure that her movements over him would bring.
"It's good, baby. It's good." He grasped her hips and pushed her upward slightly, so just the tip of his prick was buried inside her hungry womb. Then he pulled her back down with a sudden jarring motion, that filled her with hard cock and made her clitoris throb with sensation.
Ann closed her eyes and bit her lip. Her face was distorted with the erotic urgency of that thick, impaling rod. "000hhhhh, Tom darling! Ohhhh, your cock feels so good inside meeee! aahhhbh!" Tom's guiding hands were no longer necessary. She was moving her ass up and down over his loins like a woman possessed. From time to time, she would move in little circular motions, to one side, then to the other. Then once again, she would work her hips straight up and down, slamming her pubis against his, jarring her clitoris into stiff erection. After the intensity of her frustration, it was easy for her to slide into the welcome relief of climax.
"Ooohhhhh ... Tommmmmm ... Tom, I'm cum-ming-g-g-g!" Her face relaxed into a broad grin. Her eyes closed. She writhed her pussy hard down against his loins, reveling in that thick filling presence of cock. So completely had her body let go that it was more of an effort than she could muster to keep fucking him.
Tom was not ready to stop yet. Once again he began to guide her hips up and down over him. Her spasming cunt-walls massaged his cock with titillating throbs and rolls. He could feel his cock growing harder and larger as the intensity of his passion grew. He had brought the woman to climax. The thought excited him ... and so proportionately his cock swelled. It wouldn't be long for him now.
As Ann's climax gradually waned, she experienced a new surge of energy. Planting her hands on her husband's shoulders, she raised and lowered herself once again Now the filling hardness of his cock was even more filling than before. Now her nerve-endings were even more receptive. They had been jarred with the first tumult of orgasm. Now they were programmed. A second would be even easier than the first had been.
"Aaaggghhhhh! ... Mmmmmm! Ooohbhhhh! Oh Tom, again, I'm cumming again!" Her voice was a feverish whine of disbelief. The sensations seemed to barge through her one after another like a steamroller. Nothing could stop them or delay them. All she could do was just close her eyes and enjoy it. She was the helpless victim of her own consuming excitement.
The excited contortions of his wife's ass were bringing Tom to his own summit of arousal. Watching the wanton lust in her face fired his own salacious need. He worked her hips furiously up and down over his cock, refusing to let her take the lead, suiting the rhythm to his own erotic cadence.
His eyes were closed. His concentration was centered on the way her slippery cunt-walls were grabbing at his cock. Out of the blue, thunder struck.
"Jee-zuz Christ, here it cums!" Baring his teeth, he held his wife's hips steady while he rammed his cock up into her cunt as far as it would go. He could feel the jetting spurts of cum shooting deep into her belly, filling her with his hot love-juices.
"Ooohhhh, Tom, darling! It's so exciting! I'm cummng too! Me too!" By this time, Ann felt like a rag-doll, being buffeted this way and that by the remorseless surges of her own ecstatic climax. She let herself be lowered onto the mattress as her husband lay side by side with her in the sweet contentment of release.
Only a couple of moments had passed when Tom rose to his feet. "I've got to be going, honey." He looked tenderly down at his lovely wife, flushed and sweat-pearled from her excitement. "That was good, baby. Really good."
She grinned lazily up at him. "It was good for me too, darling." She watched him dress, regretting the covering of his long soft cock and his firm hard muscles. Their lovemaking had been so wanton and her climaxes so intense, that they had just whetted her appetite for more. She felt like a greedy bitch, but there was no denying it. She could have fucked again and again, in the mood she was in right now.
He bent down and kissed her. "See you tonight, honey."
"Have a good day, darling."
Ann thought about getting up, but she didn't seem to have the energy or the interest. It felt so wonderful just to lie there, with Tom's cum flowing from her cunt-lips, down over the soft flesh of her thighs. She reached down and began to stroke the slick folds of her pussy. Her thoughts began to wander. She imagined herself prisoner at an orgy, with a line of men with stiff cocks waiting for their chance to fuck her. The idea was stimulating. By continuing with her fantasies and playing with her clitoris, she was able to bring herself to another rousing orgasm. Only then was she ready to getup and start the day.
But her gesture was half-hearted. Nothing she had planned for the rest of the day seemed nearly as exciting or interesting as what had already happened.
"Maybe I'm some kind of sex-fiend." The thought didn't horrify her. Instead it titillated her. She was beginning to understand that she had a sexual capacity even she had never suspected. The thought that it might never found an outlet depressed her.
She dressed with care and set out for her bi-weekly meeting of the Women Writers' Group. So far, the only outlet Ann had found for her sublimated passions was her poetry. Her group was important to her. But she realized with sadness her group would probably never understand the kinds of thoughts and feelings she bad been experiencing this morning.