Chapter 3
Jack would have been amazed-and thrilled to the very core-had he known that Gloria Campbell was thinking about him at the same time.
She hadn't thought of him while her husband was eating her out, but it was Charles, taking a perverted pleasure in such speculation, who brought the subject up.
He had moved astride Gloria and fitted his bloated cock to her creamy cunt, but then he paused before slipping it into her hole.
"Were you thinking about young Jack Turner while I sucked you off?" he asked, his face contorted by passion as he looked down at his beautiful blonde wife.
"No," she said, truthfully.
"I'll bet you were."
Gloria realized then that the thought was very stimulating to her husband. She smiled.
"Maybe I was," she said.
Charles groaned as if her words had struck him a physical blow-or perhaps massaged him deliciously with the sensual syllables.
He began to work his cockhead around in her pussy, not fucking her, but just churning her twat.
Gloria, falling into the game, said, "I wonder if he has ever had a woman?"
Charles' eyes glowed with lust. He was hanging on her every word.
"It might be awfully nice to fuck a virgin boy," she said, teasing, tormenting, thrilling her husband. "I'll bet he'd cry and whimper when he came in my cunt. Ohhh! Or maybe I would take his sweet cock in my mouth and suck on him until he came-and swallow his jism-"
Charles' cockhead was so swollen that it was spreading her cunt lips almost inside out.
"I could tell you about it, afterwards," she whispered. "I could tell you everything we did-while you fucked me."
Charles groaned, his face contorted in a torment of passion and Gloria realized that she had made herself hot at the same time that she stimulated him. She certainly wasn't going to have an affair with the young man, but the idea of such an affair was thrilling.
Although she had already come in Charles' mouth, she felt as hot as if she had not come in a week.
"You'd better fuck me, darling," she whispered.
Her hips began to churn from side to side and she humped her belly up against him.
Charles began to feed the cock to her cunt.
He wedged in inch by inch, stuffing her slippery hole to the brim with his huge prick. Gloria squirmed, pushing her cunt up to meet him, wanting to feel the thrill of having that whole big cock chock-a-block up her pussy. Then he was buried to the hilt, his bloated balls jammed against his crotch and his cock head far up her cunt hole. She squirmed on it.
She worked her tingling clit against his shaft and her cunt muscles pulled and sucked on his fat length, closing in sequence, as if she was jerking him off with her pussy. He held that full penetration for a moment, savoring the thrill of having every inch of his dong sheathed in clinging, clutching cunt while she thrilled to the sensation of being stuffed to the brim with cockmeat.
Then he began to fuck her.
He thrust his cock into her cunt with long, rippling strokes, moving slowly at first. He pulled out until only the head of his prick was in her cunt hole, paused for a moment, then fed the load to her, grunting as he thrust in to the root. His torso was angled up so that he could look down into her face as he fucked her.
She bit her lower lip.
Her beautiful face switched from side to side and her golden hair flowed over her cheeks and framed her countenance against the pillow.
"Fuck," she said.
She repeated the word, saying it once each time he pushed his prick into her.
She was moving with him, in counterpoint. As he thrust up her cunt, she pushed her crotch down onto his cock and as he withdrew she twisted her hips from side to side, so that her hot hole worked like a wringer on his prick.
Her soft thighs clamped over his hips and her heels locked behind his ass. She tightened her leg muscles, pulling him into her loins. Her back was arched as she angled her twat to his cock.
He poured the prick into her steadily with long, underslung strokes. Then he changed the angle, jabbing in with short, sharp thrusts, rising up so that his cock ran full length over her vibrant clit, rotating his haunches so that his cock was corkscrewing into her cunt.
Gloria looked down at her belly.
Cunt juice was flooding from her hole, pumped out by his massive prick and running down into the crack of her ass. His balls were frothy with her juice and the bed was soaked under her grinding ass.
She kept saying, "Fuck-fuck-fuck-"
And Charles kept fucking.
They were moving faster now, unable to limit the coupling to those long, slow strokes as they both began the dazzling ascent towards the ecstasy of orgasm.
Her legs shot straight out, then she tightened her thighs around him again, pulling his prick deeply into her cunt.
Charles slid his hands under her ass and cupped the cheeks. He drew her loins up as he thrust in. She began to whimper as the waves of bliss started coursing through her belly and darting up her trembling thighs.
Her cunt was throbbing.
He could feel her pussy cream around his sensitive prick. Her cunt was sucking on his cock, wringing and pulling and dragging. Cunt juice flooded out in a deluge each time his cock stuffed her full. Her eyes fluttered and her lips worked silently now.
She was coming.
Wave after wave rippled through her, each one higher than the one before, as she climbed steadily towards the peak of final sensation.
"Come-with-me," she wailed.
She thrashed about wildly, at the crest.
Charles slammed his cock in violently and his bloated balls exploded.
His thick jet rushed up his prick and shot into her cunt with such force that his ass bounced back on the recoil. He plowed in and blew a second creamy geyser into her cunt and she cried out in ecstasy as she felt her hole fill up with jism and her cunt juice poured out, matching his orgasm in abundance, in heat, in thick, gushing joy. Drained, he slowed.
Gloria continued to squirm and writhe beneath him, working off the final spasms of her orgasm on his fat cock.
Then she, too, stilled.
"That," she said happily, "was one helluva fuck!"
Charles grinned at her.
He slowly drew his big cock out of her cunt. It had started to diminish but, even softening, it was still a massive hunk of prick.
They lay together, comfortable in the aftermath of their simultaneous coming.
Charles fell asleep first.
And Gloria, moments before she joined him in slumber, was amazed to realize that she had actually thought, for a moment, about Jack Turner as she creamed.