Chapter 3
Elsie awakened at the crack of dawn. She sneaked from bed and went to the bathroom. She was about to pee when she realized that her cunt was dripping. The huge load of come that Harold had shot into her last night was seeping out. Holding back her desire to pee, she reached down and scooped at her cream-filled snatch with her cupped fingers. When they were filled with his precious fluids, she squeezed the lips of her cunt tightly together with her other hand and withdrew the one she had used as a ladle.
She caught the musky aroma of his semen as her hand neared her face. She brought it close to her nose and filled her nostrils with the heady fragrance. She looked closely at his come in the early morning light. It was as heavy as pure honey and the whiteness of it was pearlescent and shimmered in the light. She slipped her fingers into her mouth and sucked them dry. The taste was different somehow and it came to her that his come was now mingled with the juices of her own cunt.
She went back several more times until she had scraped her hot little receptacle dry of the lovely liqueur. Her bladder nearly burst from the waiting, but she would not dream of letting this heavenly nectar drip down to go wasted on a toilet bowl. Now she let blast so hard that the heavy stream splashed little drops of water back up between her spread legs.
The taste of Harold's come always made her so horny she couldn't stand it. Now that she had eaten a load from her snatch, she was hungry for a fresh from the source supply. Returning to the bedroom, she found Harold lying flat on his back in the middle of the bed. He had thrown off the sheet and a beautiful erection arose from the hairy triangle at his groin.
It was only a little after five-thirty. They didn't have to get to work until nine-fifteen. Now that she had been asked to move in with him, Elsie wouldn't rest easy until her few possessions were removed from the old flat and installed here. Her father would be leaving for work soon and perhaps Harold would take her over to remove her things before they went to work. She knew how hard he worked and hated to awaken him early, but this was important. Perhaps a special type of wake-up might put him in a good mood.
She sat on the side of the bed and, with the barest touch of her fingertips, stroked his swollen cock and caressed his balls. Her head was splitting from all of the cheap wine last night and she figured that his erection was probably just a hangover hard-on, but she intended to take full advantage of it. She might wind up with nothing but a mouthful of pee from a strictly piss hard-on, but it was worth the chance.
She bent over his sleeping form and slipped her warm moist lips over his turgid member. He groaned slightly in his sleep as he felt the tip of his cock encased in her damp, hot mouth. While her hands stroked the base of his cock and caressed his balls and massaged them, she slid deeper and deeper down over the hot staff of his manhood.
He raised his ass off the mattress and thrust his hips at her face as he struggled to implant his feverish cock deeper and deeper in the hot damp recesses of her throat. Rhythmically, she slid her hungry mouth up and down the length of that stiff obelisk of flesh, while he began to breathe more heavily and grasp her head and press it more tightly to his sex.
She watched as his eyes opened in happy surprise just moments before he crumbled his cookies in her hot wet mouth, while she swallowed and moaned in a gourmet's delight, satiating her erotic appetite on the delicious juices of his personal sweetbreads. His creamy discharge tasted sweeter and fresher now that she received it straight from the udder than when she had scooped it second hand from her soft warm receptacle.
"What a delightful way to be awakened from happy dreams to an even happier morning," he smiled as he pulled her close and buried his face in her big soft tits.
"Don't get any bright ideas, buster. You've had yours. Now I have plans on which you have to help me. Just tell me where to find the coffeepot. While you shower, I'll make coffee, then we'll swing by my place, pick up my things, and leave them in the trunk all day so that I can officially move in after work. That is, if you still want me for a roommate."
"You bet your sweet Bippy I do," he said as he slipped his fingers down to nuzzle her cunthair and dip, for a moment or two, into her warm, moist snatch. Then he hopped from bed and made for the bathroom.
"The coffeepot is in the upper left-hand cabinet. The coffee is right next to it. If you want toast, there's bread in the second drawer on the right of the sink."
Elsie ran happily to the kitchen and put on the coffee and got ready to make toast. It would only take her a minute to dress and so she performed these playhouse duties in the nude. Just as the coffee was beginning to perk, Harold emerged from the bathroom. He was freshly shaved and smelled of aftershave and underarm deodorant. He checked the coffeepot and led her by the hand back to bed.
"We have at least five minutes to wait," he explained, easing her back onto the mattress and pressing his face to her crotch. He licked and sucked at her cunt in his usual proficient manner until she felt her inner pinata break and spew forth its presents into his eager mouth. She wondered if he had been taught to suck cunt by a lesbian, since he did it so perfectly.
After their coffee and toast, they dressed and piled into his car. They carried two shopping bags from his kitchen and a battered valise from his closet. When they arrived at her flat, they saw no one in the halls, other than a few mice and rats after the paper sacks of garbage left outside the apartment doors and one old man on the third floor, in an Indian blanket robe and felt carpet slippers, rushing to the little closet with the smelly toilet bowl.
It didn't take long to pack her possessions: the fur outfit from Joe Friedman and all of the junk jewelry and watches from the traveling salesmen. Her father was gone, but his present paramour was in his bedroom, snoring like a horse. The door to her bedroom was open and she lay spread-eagled on the bare mattress, her huge hairy gash open in a mass of purple and red, looking for all the world like she was the victim of a Chinese tong war.
Elsie scribbled a brief note which she left on the kitchen table for her father. She explained that she thought he would be happier having complete privacy with his new girl friend and that she had made arrangements to share an apartment with a co-worker at Sears. She did not mention that the co-worker was a man. As she and Harold carried her few pathetic sex trophies down the malodorous stairwell of the stench-ridden slum, Elsie made yet another vow to herself and her future.
"No matter what happens, I'll never live like this again."
Snuggled close to him as they drove out of the sordid neighborhood, she managed to close her mind completely on those first eighteen years of her life. It was as though she had just been born this moment, next to this ambitious man. She felt one little pang as they drove past the little second-hand clothing store run by Joe Friedman and his father. It looked so poor and cheap. She shuddered at the thought that this was where she had lost her cherry, believing that a room with heat and a bath was the height of luxury. She had come a long way since then and it had cost her many comes to make the trip.
Her next five months with Harold were deliriously happy. She did a housekeeping job on their apartment that brought him to comment, "Honey, this place hasn't been so clean since it left the lumberyard."
She went with him in search of refinishable furniture and wore the skin off her hands, assisting him in restoring antiques. She coached him on the questions for the impending insurance license exam. Everything seemed to be progressing on schedule on his personal timetable for success. Through his sideline antique business, he now had several thousand dollars in the bank to tide them over until he got established in the insurance business. They were divinely happy together until that horrible afternoon when she went to Doctor Bernard because of her constant nausea. Her whole world seemed to tumble down around her shoulders when the doctor informed her that she was pregnant. She was afraid to tell Harold. It would upset his entire timetable for his career. Even an abortion would cost five hundred and it had taken them a long time to save that much.
In bed that night, as they were fucking, she made her stumbling confession, sure that Harold would become irate. Instead, he was deliriously happy with the news and insisted they should have the baby. She knew what it meant as a blow to their budget, but he was adamant that she have the best of care and treatment.
Two months later, her morning sickness became so severe that she could not keep up her job at Sears. There had been a lot of suspicion and gossip that she and Harold had been living together, so she did not dare tell the truth to the personnel department. Rather than go onto sick leave, she merely waited to be fired for not reporting on the job.
She and Harold had long ago tossed their incomes into the same pot. She realized what a drag she would be on him now. As yet her pregnancy did not show, and wanted to do something to keep up her end.
After Harold was safely at work, Elsie would get dressed and go down to the downtown hotel lobbies and cocktail lounges and peddle her ass. A slightly pregnant woman looks very sexy and so for the first few months she did very well. She covered it all with Harold by explaining that a friendly old maiden aunt wanted to help in her hour of need.
Once her pregnancy became glaringly obvious, she was no longer able to turn the twenty-dollar tricks. Explaining why her old aunt had suddenly cut her short posed a problem. As a result she worked even harder and longer. Her belly had swollen to unbelievable proportions. Nobody, even the horniest traveling salesman, wanted to fuck her now. She was reduced to peddling head. It's a funny psychological thing about selling blow jobs. If a girl is trim and fuckable, a guy will pay her extra to give him head. If she is fat and pregnant and can't do anything else, he wants a cut rate for head.
Elsie found herself hard pressed to locate and service enough customers for cocksucking to bring home the allowance she said her aunt had promised her. From twenty bucks for a simple trick, her rate dropped to five for a head job and, when things got rough, she even blew a few guys for two dollars. Often, in order to bring home dear auntie's "copious largesse," she blew guys until her jaws ached by the time she got back and tried to look like a demure little girl in Harold's apartment.
By the time her belly swelled until it felt and looked like she had swallowed a watermelon, Harold gave up all attempts to have sex with her. He was afraid to fuck her for fear of disfiguring the baby and she didn't offer to go down on him since she had already encountered a commercial overdose of cocksucking.
One night, as they lay close together in bed, she could feel his rising erection pressing against the cheeks of her ass. She was very much in love and felt that she was failing him in this period. Without being asked, she rolled over flat on her tummy and spoke to him over her shoulder. "Harold, I want you to fuck me in the ass. Go ahead, it can't hurt the baby. It will relieve you and it might even feel good to me."
Moments later, he mounted her firm full buttocks and guided the head of his big stiff cock into the tight little pursed tan ring of her rear. They were both dry and the efforts to make anal penetration were fruitless and painful. At last Harold remembered a pump bottle of Keri lotion in the bathroom. He rushed to get it and coated his hands well as he massaged her beautiful buttocks and drove his fingers down into the valley between them. He covered her tight little anus with the creamy lotion and finally worked one finger, then two, into the tight stricture of her rear. He coated his cock with the lotion. Now he guided the spongy head of his throbbing cock to the center of the tan starfish opening of her asshole and pressed firmly inward. The resistance of the little ring of muscle was easily overcome by the lubrication of both their mating surfaces and he slid tightly but comfortably into her anus.
"Oh, Harold, that's wonderful! I've missed that beautiful prick of yours so much lately. Shove it all the way up my ass. Bugger me good, baby."
Inch by inch, he drove it deeper and deeper into her asshole until his balls pressed tight against the smooth cheeks of her lovely rump. Elsie raised up slightly on knees and elbows to take the pressure off her swollen belly and to bring her ass closer to him. She wanted him to cornhole her violently, but he was gentle and considerate of his unborn child. In a way, this put a whole new light on anal intercourse in Elsie's mind. It became something tender and sweet and superbly intimate. It had been a long time since she'd had an orgasm and now she came three times while his hot rod drove in and out of her posterior posthole. She thrilled as she felt the swelling deep inside her bowels as he burst and flushed her lower intestines with the heavy milk of his love.
Afterwards, they rolled slowly over onto their sides without breaking contact. They went to sleep with his cock still held tight in her asshole.
Even in her sleep she did little tricks with her anal muscles and, instead of softening and slipping out of her rear, Harold got a fresh hard-on while his cock was still up her ass. He thought that he was having a wet dream but in reality he was fucking her with his rectum roto-rooter while they both slept. He moaned in his sleep as he blew another load of his hot come into her hot tight asshole while her muscles hugged and squeezed him in appreciation of the anal massage he had provided.
A few weeks later he went in for the three-hour state examination which he had to pass to get his insurance salesman's license. They had stayed up all night the night before the test to review and cram off of the complex information into his head. He came home afterward completely wrung out and frustrated. He was sure that he had flunked out but wouldn't know for a week or so. He took a hot bath and crawled into bed. He was too nervous to sleep. Elsie rubbed his back, chest, and legs with lotion. She began to pet and massage his limp cock and to gently squeeze his balls. It was like a massage with a velvet glove and inch by inch his prick expanded and grew to towering heights.
She started to go down on it and suck him off, but he seemed to be enjoying what she was doing so much that she continued to masturbate his throbbing cock. She coated it with more of the lotion and this made the running of her hands up and down its hot length as soft and smooth as the walls of a creamy cunt. When he was ready to come, she planned to swoop down and take the swollen head into her mouth so as to not lose a drop of his sweet come. She mistimed by a split second and he spurted upward like a spouting whale when her open mouth was an inch above him. His jism shot right into her hungry mouth and she rapped it like she was taking water from a drinking fountain. She swallowed the first jettison quickly so as not to lose it and had the tip of his cock safely inside her soft warm lips before the second and third jets of love juice left the slit that was the fountainhead of her treasures. How different his come tasted than that of her various customers. It was as different as brandy and beer. She wondered if it were chemical or merely emotional.
Now thoroughly relaxed, he fell asleep. Elsie tried but she was emotionally frustrated. She loved her sex and playing with his cock and tasting his come had made her hot as hell. Lately he hadn't even sucked her cunt or fucked her up the ass. Now for the first time since they had been together, she ran her hand down to her hairy hole and fingered her clit. She was all juicy. Suddenly she had an inspiration. Harold was sleeping flat on his back, his limp spent prick hanging down against his leg. She straddled his prone sleeping body and lowered her seething snatch down just above his soft cock.
She couldn't see past her swollen belly but she reached down and gripped the inert pecker just behind the corona. She lifted it to her cunt and rubbed the tender spongy head of it back and forth across her clitoris. It felt ever so much better than her finger had. She rubbed it down into her vulva to pick up some of the cream for lubrication, then proceeded to massage her swollen panic button with that tenderest part of a man's body. She kept it up until she had come three times, then she let go of his still soft cock and crawled off him to her own side of the bed. Tonight she had jerked him off and this was a fair play turnabout that he had masturbated her with the tip of his limp cock. Smiling at the thought she fell asleep.
A week later Harold heard from the insurance commissioner. He had passed the exam and his license was enclosed.
"This calls for a celebration," Elsie exclaimed as she produced a cake and wine.
"They say that one good turn deserves another, so perhaps one license deserves another. Why don't we go down tomorrow and get a marriage license? After all, if I'm going to be a big insurance magnate, I can't afford to have any bastard kids running around, can I?"
Elsie's eyes had suddenly filled with tears. She had never been this happy. Even after he had knocked her up neither of them had mentioned marriage. She had begun to think it was too much to hope for. Now this wildest of dreams had come true.
"You don't really have to marry me, you know," she sobbed when she finally found her voice.
"Did it ever occur to you I might want to marry you?" he asked softly.
"You've never said that you love me," she pouted.
"Of course I love you, Elsie."
"How much?"
His eyes dropped from her face to the bursting seams of her one and only maternity dress and he started to laugh as he said, "Take off your clothes and look in the mirror and you'll see just how much I love you. From the way it kicks at night, I think we're going to have a centaur."
"I'll take off my clothes, but not to look in the mirror," she answered seductively as she started to disrobe. When she was completely naked, she crouched on her knees on the edge of the big chair and rested her head on the back cushion, raising her beautifully rounded buttocks to offer him access to her ass. The silent invitation must have worked, she thought, hearing a slight whirring noise as he unzipped his fly and took out his cock.
He stood behind her between her spread legs as she kneeled on the chair edge. With his hands he spread the cheeks of her ass wide. That little asshole stared up at him like a brown-eyed Cyclops as she rubbed a little spittle on the top of his cock and guided it to the dead center of his target-Slowly he burrowed into her tight ass. When she let her muscles relax and her rectum dilated to more comfortably accommodate him, he began stroking in and out smoothly and easily. He loved the feel of her soft hot anal linings caressing his burgeoning prick as it shuttled in and out of the delightfully tight stricture. He spread her cheeks wide and watched with all the excitement of a voyeur at a peep show as his big cock completely disappeared inside the rosey beige doughnut deep in that wonderful valley.
Elsie thrilled at the feel of his marvelous big prick beautifully plugging her asshole. She needed this, but something was missing. It finally occurred to her that he still had his pants on and had just unzipped and taken out his cock. "Harold, do me a favor. Take out your balls too. I want to feel them slapping against my cunt while you fuck me up the ass," she said.
He did as she requested and then everything was perfect. She reached down under her swollen stomach and fingered her clit while his great ramrod drove ever deeper into her asshole. She came twice before he blasted a huge load into her with such force that, had she not been braced against the back cushion of the chair, would have knocked her flat on her face. His hot cream flooded into her entrails and made her realize how a radiator feels being backflushed. It was all so thrillingly beautiful that she felt sorry for all the pregnant women who had never learned the pleasures of allowing their lovers to dunk their dickie in their dung holes.
The following Saturday they were married by a judge. The simple wedding certificate was the most beautiful picture Elsie had ever seen. It meant that she was now officially Mrs. Levenson. She wondered how long it would take to get used to giving her name as Elsie Levenson rather than Elsie Brand.
Melinda Levenson was born the same day that Harold sold his first insurance policy. In a way it seemed that two new lives were starting out together.
As soon as she got home from the hospital and the baby was safely in her crib, Harold couldn't wait to undress his wife. He covered her body with kisses and sucked on her beautiful big tits until milk came from her nursing mother's nipples. "Hey, Dad, leave a little for the baby!" she teased.
He rubbed and kissed her flattened tummy as though he was afraid it wasn't for real. "Jesus, it's good to see you back to your beautiful figure again. I'm afraid I could never love a fat woman."
"Maybe you think it doesn't seem good to me too. I feel like I had suddenly lost a hundred pounds. Now when I look down I can actually see my cunthair. I haven't seen it for months. The nurse wanted to shave me before the baby came but I wouldn't let her. A shaved cunt somehow doesn't look sexy and I wanted to make sure I would look sexy to you again. Do I, Harold?"
"I'll let my cock answer that question for me," he laughed, as he stripped off his clothes to reveal a roaring hard-on.
She ran into his arms and ground her hairy snatch up against the hot throbbing beauty. It seemed good to be able to mat their pubic hairs together again after the long months of her pregnancy. She rubbed her tits against his hairy chest. The swollen nipples felt like two thumbs grinding into his chest. He waltzed her over to the couch and they did a gentle lovers' fall. Her legs were around him in an instant and his swollen prick needed no guiding to slip into that juicy gash which was still somewhat dilated from the recent delivery.
"Oh, fuck me, Harold. Fuck me good. It's been so long. I thought I'd go mad for want of your big cock in my cunt. Oh yes, that's it. Fuck me hard and deep."
"I've missed that soft warm cunt of yours, baby. I loved buggering your tight little asshole, but this is different. It's kinda hard to beat the real thing. Give it to me, baby, raise that hot little snatch up tight to me. Oh, Christ, I can't hold back, I'm coming in your cunt, baby!"
"Not without me, you're not," she insisted, drumming on the small of his back with the backs of her heels while she thrust her hot box up to him so violently that it threatened to suck him, balls and all, into the damp dark cave behind the hair.
"Hurry. Right now!" he cried.
"Yes, darling, now. I'm coming too! I'm coming right with you, all over that beautiful big cock of yours that stuffs my cunt so sweetly. Now! Ohhhhhh."
"Ahhhh."
Elsie had almost forgotten how wonderful it was to feel him jettison his hot load deep in her sex thimble. She felt it splash and flood around filling every deepest crevice and recess of her vagina just as the muscular spasms and contortions grasped appreciatively at his cock and her head swam with the emotional storm of her first normal fuck in months. It felt so absolutely mind blowing to feel him inside her that she wished she could cut off his cock and sew up her cunt lips to trap it inside her forever.
After a long famine, one meal, even though it be a veritable feast, is not enough to satiate the ravenous pent-up appetites which have compounded their demands over the months. Thus it was with Elsie's hungry cunt. She tried to squeeze Harold's spent prick back to life with her inner muscles but finally succeeded only on plopping it out of her completely like some fleshy tiddlywink. Infuriated at her sudden loss, she threw him off her body and swooped down on his limp cock like a cormorant in a fishing dive on a herring. She swallowed it completely on one gulp and began sucking and chewing on it voraciously, demanding that it harden to further service her tortured twat. When his prick began to harden, she went down and swooped his balls into her mouth to further the process, while she stroked his cock with one hand and played with his asshole with the other.
Once her frenzied efforts had achieved the desired results, she hopped onto her knees on the edge of the couch, saying, "Fuck me dog fashion! I want to look back, now that my belly no longer obstructs my view, and watch your cock going in and out of my cunt, if you'll lift my tits aside and out of the line of vision."
"Wonderful idea! I love to fuck you in that position, anyway. I can rub my sensitive urethral tube right against your swollen little clitoris and produce maximum results for both of us. Besides I like to look down and watch it going in and out of your hot hole."
While they were fucking this way, at one point he squeezed her tits so hard that little streams of milk shot out into his hands. Meanwhile, she reached down between her legs and squeezed his balls while he drove his swollen cock in and out of her demanding pussy.
Twice his embedded prick felt the wild clutchings of her cunt as the muscles went through the contortions that crumbled her cookie for her. When the milking machine action hit his drooling dong for the third time, he let blast with a load that flew into her as though it had been shot out of a cannon. He had moved one of his milk-drenched hands to her ass and, using the mother's milk for lubricant, had been finger-fucking her rear while he took the cock-length strokes in and out of her tender trap.
"Think that will hold you until we get to bed?" he asked, as they resumed normal sitting positions on the couch.
"I guess so, provided we get to bed real early," she smiled, winking suggestively.
"If you insist on keeping up this pace you're gonna fuck me to death."
"Can you think of a nicer way to die?"
"Well, no, but suppose you get knocked-up again. Why don't you go on the Pill or something?"
"I can't do that. It's going against my old-fashioned religious upbringing. Besides I love making babies... your babies. I'd just as soon they came along nine months and twenty minutes apart."
"In that case, I'd better step up my career timetable. You'll have my fortune spent on diaper services and Pablum before I even have a chance to make it."
"Don't worry about your precious career. I'll be able to help more now." She didn't bother to explain that what she meant was now that she had regained her superb figure, she could contribute to the family income by doing a little hustling while he was out working. She figured that a babysitter would only cost her a buck an hour, while whoring should bring in between ten and fifty dollars an hour.
Later in bed, Harold fucked her again. This time it was with her on top. Their bellies virtually grew together like Siamese twins. For a while she lay flat down on him, her hairy cunt squeezing and grinding against his entrapped cock and crushed balls, while her tits pressed against his chest and they kissed with their tongues doing that lovers' tango by dancing in and out of each other's mouth.
"Raise up so that I can suck on your tits while we fuck, honey," he directed.
She lifted her chest from his and supported herself with the palms of her hands flat against the mattress, letting her big full breasts dangle right down close to his face. He played with them with his hands, then sucked on one, then the other, as he alternated back and forth like a windshield wiper.
"If you press them together, I'll bet you can get both nipples in your mouth at once," she suggested helpfully.
"Goddamn, Elsie, you are a glutton where sex is concerned. I'll bet you wish I had two pricks so that I could fuck your cunt and asshole at the same time."
"Beautiful idea. Let's talk to Dr. Bernard about a transplant!"
"Okay, funny girl, now shut up and fuck me, since you're in the position to make with all the action."
Being careful not to let his lover's lance slip out of her slit, Elsie raised her knees until she was crouched over him. Now, using her knees as fulcrums, she rode his cock like she was posting a horse, bouncing back and forth, up and down in the saddle in a beautiful rhythmic ride, while he chewed on her nipples. Occasionally, he was rewarded with some of her tit juice. He was beginning to like the strange flavor. Too bad it was like bock beer, only available during special short periods.
Elsie had been setting the pace and positioning her cunt so as to get the greatest reaction to the upside-down fuck. Harold had felt her come once and knew that she would be able to keep going all night, or at least until he was fucked flat. Letting go of her tits while he still had the nipples in his mouth, he ran his hands down to her ass and grasped her buttocks, driving her down hard on his rod several times, making sure that she took every last millimeter of his swollen throbbing prick into her inner belly. Even as he plunged her cunt down over his stiff cock, he thrust upward with his hips. If they'd have gotten any closer, he'd have been behind her.
"God, but it's good to be back in your cunt again!" he groaned as they fucked furiously.
"Maybe you think I haven't missed feeling that wonderful cock of yours deep inside of me... in the front, I mean."
Now, pulling her down violently so that his enraged prick was balls deep in her hot wet snatch, he spread the cheeks of her ass so far apart that she could not restrain herself from letting go with a loud juicy fart, just as he blasted his load against the wall of her uterus. She orgasmed with him and clutched and squeezed at his imprisoned cock. It was as though the very power of his eruption deep inside her had forced the wind out of the relief valve of her ass.
She lay there atop him until his withered pecker plopped from her juicy snatch. Reluctantly, Elsie accepted the fact that his poor tired warrior had fought his last battle for tonight. As for herself, her gluttonous appetite was not yet satiated. Having lost his drained dong, she now crawled upward, still astride him, until her knees straddled his head and she lowered her dripping cunt to his face.
There is a unique aroma to a freshly fucked cunt that is aphrodisiac in nature. This wild bouquet assailed his nostrils and again he clutched her beautifully rounded buttocks and pulled her to his mouth. The pearlescent milky fluids of their mixed sex juices were slowly flowing out of her directly into Harold's mouth. He was aware of a new taste now, mildly saline like swallowing seawater when swimming in the ocean. Although he had never tasted seaweed, he related the flavor to that of creamed kelp. He tongued and licked and sucked to extract every delicious drop. With a sudden shock, the realization dawned on him that the strange new taste was that of his own come, dripping back out of her cunt and into his mouth. That made two firsts for today... mother's milk and male semen.
Once he had drained her hairy cup of every last drop of the nectars of their earlier encounters, he set about to suck her sweet little cunt in earnest. Hinged on her knees above his face, she could move up and down over his mouth to direct his tongue and lips to whatever area of her sex valley felt best at the moment. She took full advantage of her mobility in this position and dragged that silken slit across his tonguing mouth from clitoris to asshole. Every now and then he would hold her still over his mouth while he sucked the soft lips of her vagina into his own lips and then slid his tongue between them and deep into her velvet vulva in the most intimate of soul kisses. He felt her come once while he did this, but she was very sneaky about it, apparently fearing that he might stop once he thought he had brought her to a climax.
She could not disguise the telltale contractions of those secret internal muscles as they clutched at his deeply embedded tongue. He merely patted her gently on the smooth cheeks of her rump and urged her to give him all she had.
Rather than satisfying her, that first come into his mouth merely served to whet her appetite for oral sex. Her cunt had been sadly neglected during the last months of her pregnancy and Elsie had every intention of making up for lost time now. She squirmed about now until his tongue and lips were in direct contact with her swollen and enflamed little panic button. As he directed his full attention to that most sensitive area of the female anatomy, she said, "Oh yes, baby, eat my clit. Eat it up and make Mommy come real good again and again."
He sucked the little pink and white pea that was now swollen out of its protective pod into his mouth and alternately flicked his tongue across it and gently chewed on the tiny nerve center.
"That's beautiful, darling. Now finger-fuck me while you eat my clit. I want everything. I've got to come at least twice more."
Harold slid one, then two fingers deep into her soft creamy vulva, moving them in and out rhythmically while he licked and sucked and chewed on her clitoris.
"Shove a finger up my ass too while you suck my cunt and finger fuck me," she begged.
Harold switched hands now, moving the middle finger that was all coated with her slimy cunt juice back to work all the way into her hot tight asshole, while he re-attacked her frontal area with the three middle fingers of his other hand. He pistoned all four fingers in and out of her fore and aft as he sucked voraciously on her enraptured clitoris, his nose nuzzled deeply into her soft cunt-hair.
"Oh, my God, it's too much. I just can't stand it and yet I don't want it to end," she sobbed. Moments later, she emitted a loud moan of sheer ecstasy and her whole body shuddered in the throes of a mammoth orgasm as she came to his mouth and busy fingers. "I'm coming. Oh my God, how I'm coming!" she gasped needlessly.
There was nothing sneaky about this climax. Its ferocity shook the whole bed as she begged him, "Don't stop! Oh, please, don't stop now. Keep it up just like you're doing it to me and make me come once or twice more before you stop."
Her hands, which had been braced against the headboard, moved down to grasp his head, emphasizing the desperation of her long-neglected sex center.
Harold continued to lap at the cunt and attack her front and rear with his slime-covered fingers. She delighted in the dual impalement, while the northerly region of her sex trench luxuriated in the expert cunnilingus performed by his experienced tongue. Within minutes, true to her word, she came twice more before she raised her finally relaxed and satisfied quim from his exhausted mouth and fingers.
She snuggled beside him now, rubbing her lovely tits against the hair of his chest. In the quiet that followed the tempestuous storm of her fevered sex session, her tummy made little internal rumbling noises.
"Did you hear that?" she asked him.
"Yes, sounds like you've overworked that whole area of your body."
"Harold, you don't have any romance in your soul. What you heard was my pleased pussy trying to purr!"
He missed her little funny since he had fallen into a sound sleep in which he dreamed about the sexy-looking career woman to whom he had been trying to sell a large retirement policy. She had made it painfully obvious that she wanted to play and he had wondered if he should screw her to help sell her.
Now, in his dream, he was back in her luxurious office, giving her his sales pitch. She came around the desk and very close to him. He felt her firm tits rub against his arm and suddenly she was patting and stroking his cock through his pants. When it began to get hard, she unzipped his fly and, without a word, bent over and sucked it into her cool damp mouth. He felt her tender lips slide up and down the full length of his swollen prick while he continued his sales talk. Realizing that she was not paying the slightest attention to what he was saying, he gave up and ran his hand under her skirt and up the creamy smoothness of her inner thighs, stroking gently.
Reaching his goal, he pushed his way under the elastic and into her panties. Her hair was coarse and stiff, almost as though it had hair spray on it, but her gash was hot and sticky. He slid easily inside to play stinkfinger with her while she gave him lovely head. Her mouth felt cool and clean to his feverish prick as she sucked it ever so gently and deeply. Her lips got clear down to his balls as she took him way down her throat. Her soft hands were cupping and caressing his balls as she slid her lips up and down the full length of his staff. Every minute or so she would come completely off it, then lick up and down the swollen under-tube and around the purplish knob while she caught her breath. Then she would take him back into her mouth and throat again.
It felt so heavenly that he tried to hold back and enjoy it longer, but the silent demands of her hungry oral chasm were superior to his ability to resist them. He felt the come start at the soles of his feet and come rocketing upward through his bursting balls, up the tunnel and out the slit as he swelled and gushed the liquid oysters with their pearls into her appreciative mouth. Nor did she stop then. She continued to suck his cock long after the last drop of come had been extracted. At last she released his drained dickie and, still without a word, returned to the far side of the desk.
Harold awakened with the sudden realization that he'd had a wet dream. Elsie was not beside him. She had probably gone to the bathroom. He reached under his pillow for his handkerchief and felt around for the puddle of jism. He could not find it and yet, feeling his cock, it was obvious that he had just come. Giving up the search, he went back to sleep, but the sexy-looking woman was nowhere to be found in his dreams now.
In the bathroom, Elsie stood staring at herself in the mirror. She watched herself running her tongue around her teeth and gums, enjoying the flavor of her mouth. "You're nothing but a damned nympho." She told the reflection that she was ashamed of her.
Returning to bed, she wondered if there was any such thing as enough sex where she was concerned. Harold had fucked her several times and sucked her cunt through so many comes that she'd lost count. That ought to be enough sex to satisfy a normal woman for a week and yet, as soon as he had fallen asleep, she had reached for Harold's limp prick. She had petted it gently for a while, almost idly. When she bent down and lowered her face to his sex, it had been just to inhale deeply of the musky odor of his manhood. She hadn't intended to suck his cock but, once it was right there before her, she seemed powerless to stop herself.
The poor guy hadn't even stirred in his sleep while she gobbled on her favorite piece of meat. She had done it more slowly and gently than usual so as not to awaken him. He had moaned softly as she felt his glans swell in her mouth and flooded forth his come against her enraptured palate. As soon as she was sure she had gotten it all, she slipped to the bathroom quietly. She had looked in the mirror and opened her mouth wide. She enjoyed seeing his come inside her mouth.
Sexually satiated for the moment, Elsie snuggled close to Harold and went to sleep.