Chapter 13
Brennan and Jill had gone to bed early, not a half hour after she'd put the kids to bed. It was a few minutes shy of nine when the doorbell rang.
"Shall I answer?" Brennan sat up in bed.
"You're naked. I've got something on," she said as she slipped from under the covers and walked to the bedroom's threshold. She was wearing silk pajamas, red and orange designs on a white background. David noted to himself just how sexy she looked, her cute ass bobbing under the seat of the loose fitting silk. He could make out the anal crack, though, and that was what excited him the most, lately. He'd started out when he was younger as a so called "breast man," but now it was the ass he looked for first Wendy's ass, for instance. She could move it when she was balling, she really could.
He heard the two women in the living room, but the voices did not seem to be getting any closer. He strained to make out specific words but failed. His cock was already stiff. He tried to think, to concentrate, on a teacher he remembered from grade school Miss Danton, an old maid of sixty at the time. It was his usual way of shrinking himself down or of postponing ejaculation when he needed to. It worked again. The penis was normal sized by the time Jill entered the room with Wendy.
The younger girl was wearing soft blue corduroy slacks that cut close to her slim figure and a jersey top that did even less to conceal the natural curve of her breasts. The material adhered closely to the nipples, swollen under the fabric as the jugs swayed with her walk.
"Mr. and Mrs. Brennan, at home." The girl pronounced the names with a not so innocent smile. She seemed to be enjoying the situation. She looked at JiH. David studied his wife's expression. It was that of a woman who had agreed to go through with something and was resolved to do it without a murmur, no matter how uncomfortable she was.
Jill looked from Wendy's eyes to her husband's. "I'm new at this. Do you mind if I turn off the lights for a start?"
"Of course," David answered, easily agreeable, a man trying hard to please. He tried to keep the tension from his voice; he was excited.
Both husband and wife could see, even in the dark, the glow of Wendy's skill as she lifted the jersey over her head, hiding her face as the melon-shaped breasts flopped down, the tits pointing straight out, but the sweet, slow curve supple just above her diaphragm. Brennan had to hold himself back from reaching out and grabbing the breast; she was too far, and anyway he was staring as she pulled her panties down. He wondered if he was imagining it: was she savoring their attention especially tonight? She seemed to be the way she stuck her small, tanned tummy out as she rolled the sheer undergarment down over the tawny, copper hair. When she slipped the pants over her ankles, the pad seemed to sink back between her legs, waiting for the action she knew would come.
Jill, in the subdued darkness of the master bedroom, had gotten under the covers again. Wendy, as she stood naked at the other end of the room, was clearly the third angle of the triangle. It was strange, David thought to himself, how in a situation like this, the posture of marriage was as rigid as it was. Here were he and Jill, secure, their bodies touching under the blanket, waiting for a woman to make love to them both. Up until now he had always thought of it as Wendy and Jill making love to him at the same time, Now he realized that he and Jill were the unit and Wendy the outside force.
It was Wendy, standing at the side of the bed, who peeled the covers down toward her. She bent down and stroked his calf with her fingertips. "I've always liked his legs. They're very good, don't you think?" Jill laughed, agreeing, but he thought the laugh was hollow.
The young girl's nails were sliding up his thigh, and in a second he closed his eyes: they were scratching delicately at his scrotums. He inhaled deeply, feeling the rush of blood to the base of his groin. His legs closed in around the fingers and she twisted her wrist around, flicking at the cock's foreskin. Jill had come even closer, putting her face to his chest. Her tongue coiled between her lips and circled his nipple, then bore down hard on it. He loved it, loved the way she . rubbed her teeth into the tit once she'd wet it with the inside of her mouth. She sucked it and ran her knuckles along his belly just below the navel.
God, the come was clotting under the base of the prick inside his balls! Wendy's ass touched the side of his leg and she was tracing the cleft in his chin with her forefinger. As she bent to touch him, her breasts brushed his arm. He reached up and curled his arm around her neck. "Why don't you guys move in and give me some room?" she asked playfully.
Jill immediately rose her mouth from his areola and moved to the side of the bed on her ass. Brennan rolled over, following her, and Wendy stretched out on his other side. She waited for a moment, saw Jill take his nipple in her mouth again, and she imitated David's wife, putting her lips to the other tit. She was rolling the flesh over his chest and her fingertips felt the electricity of Jill's touch when she stroked the latter's hand with her own. Jill drew back, instinctively, but Wendy's fingers were unashamed and folded between Jill's. The tips pressed the back of Jill's hand and Jill relaxed.
Brennan rubbed his ass into the mattress. Both women were concentrating on his chest and their hands went no lower than his stomach, but he was getting so hot he could hardly keep from pumping out a steady beat with his buttocks. He wanted something warm and wet to stick his cock into and he got his wish a second or so later when Wendy started to work her way down his body. Her mouth was half open and the edge of the tongue streaked along his hair-lined skin, tasting his salty sweat. For extras she let the edges of her lower teeth sink into the muscles.
This was even better than he expected, thought David, because now he realized what was happening as Jill slipped her hand under his waist and grabbed a fistful of his ass. They were competing! Which one would be the better lover with all the stops out? He could get them both to do the most incredible things-Jill would overcome all the inhibitions that kept her from really giving.
She was tickling his ass-hole with her fingernail. She was deft, light. Her other hand was massaging his stomach and the fingers twirled through the curly hair. The red nails showed through the black wires. She went lower, pulling, tugging on the scrotum, rolling her thumb over the base of the stalk. Meanwhile Wendy had just gotten to the cock itself and she was planting her soft, warm lips on the bulbous head. The pink folds parted, slipping over the dome, already moistened by a drop or two from the slit. The teeth grazed him only slightly, but her tongue was like satin as she flicked it on the flatter side of the dick.
Jill had one finger just up against his shit hole, but the other was yanking on the skin that covered his prick. She was pulling it from near the bottom of the shaft, a couple of inches below Wendy's sucking mouth. The younger girl was moving her palms in circles over his pectoral muscles and his tits were on fire with the friction even though Wendy's hands were moist with perspiration.
Jill tried to stuff the first joint of her finger within the anus and he squirmed to let her do it. She squeezed the cock with her other hand and the thumb rustled on the scrotum. She was kissing his shoulder, opening the lips and sliding her teeth on the curve, and in the next moment her warm tongue was under the arm, in the pit, whipping through the hair and his sweat and driving him crazy.
He could only reward her indirectly, though, through Wendy, because he took both hands and tried to squash the young girl's head down on his stick. Her teeth glided down and her tongue followed until the thick head blocked the entrance to her throat and she snorted for air. His fingertips rubbed the sweat on her scalp and the hair was bunched thick with her quick perspiration. The sides of his legs came in close to her body and he jammed her buttocks close together with his knees.
He couldn't believe what his own wife was doing with her mouth. She was making the most delicate love to his hairy armpit, tweaking him with her rolled together, puckering lips, at the same time she caressed with her finger knuckle the areolas she'd made moist with the same facile tongue.
Now he tasted his sweat on her tongue. He tried to curl his own around hers as it fought him, two snakes tangled in one joined mouth. She was perfect, her lips squirming over his and covering it with the gloss of her sweet spit. He stroked her back, following the curved line of her spine until it ended just above the crack in her ass. As he looked over her shoulders, the two cheeks seemed oddly small, like a little girl's rump. He couldn't resist squeezing one into a compact ball of pulsing girl flesh. He twisted the muscle until she groaned. He'd pulled his legs up toward him, around Wendy's naked form, and when Jill shot all of her index up his ass-hole, he lifted his rear from the bed and pumped his prick into the teenager's soft, wet mouth-but his speed distorted his aim and the throbbing muscle jerked into her briefly closed lips and battered at the side of her nose before she backed off and bent it to her tongue.
Jill's hand ached and the finger was dry with the musky thing. She pulled the cork and rolled finger over Wendy's nearest cheek at the comer of the young girl's mouth. Wendy took it in, indiscriminately, sucking at the bone and lathering it with her saliva.
Jill pulled back quickly and reinserted the finger.
The rectal passage opened easily this time to admit it and the moisture made the way almost slippery. He'd gotten used to the friction of the bone inside his male hole and he liked it. He ground his hips out while she delivered simple stroke after simple stroke. The finger was still, however, for a moment, and she did not answer his rhythm. He noticed that, without withdrawing her forearm from under his behind, she was curling her body into a parenthesis and moving her face lower toward his waist.
Her open hand was pushing him on his side. Wendy, complying with a signal that he, in his excitement, was just barely aware of, moved back a foot or so. Her index finger scratched the cock's underside while the forefinger curled over the part of the tube just beyond her lips. She was holding him inside as he followed her. When he felt Jill's teeth slash into his cheek, he understood. She inadvertently, sloppily licked the uncovered part of her own finger as she tried to ream him. She coated the top of the crack with moisture, went just barely inside the heated enclosure and whipped the tongue's end between the two balls of his ass flesh.
She bore down on the peritoneum with her moistened thumb just as she swiveled her digit out of the rectum. She clasped hands on the solid buttocks and held the crack open, moving inside with lips, tongue and teeth. She was hungry, sucking, biting, licking. He was being sucked two ways now: like a man on Wendy's side, with his crazy juice being pulled up the long cock, like a woman, with his own small hole being scoured, the lining being pressed so that he could feel each new sensation in the nearly virginal pit. Jill skillfully massaged the small space between the end of the wrinkled ball-bag and the start of the anus. He could hardly tell what he was feeling; it was too intense. He felt literally separated, as if the atoms of his flesh were coming apart and floating into the mouths and throats of his two lovers, the teenager and the mother of his children.
What could he do for them? He knew his responsibility as a lover, but he'd never known it before as the lover of two women at once. And the intensity was such that he was almost paralyzed. Wendy was slurping on his dick as though it were a snow cone with all the flavor at the bottom and she couldn't keep her hands off him-off his pubic hair, which she threaded on the ends of her fingers, off the hollows of his thighs, off his scrotum, which felt like wax melting.
Jill's body slowly relaxed and she stretched her legs behind her toward the head of the bed. Her toes were inches from her husband's mouth. He stroked the curve of her sole, rubbed the space between her big toe and second. With his wrist he ran down the smooth side of her calf and in pleasure she kicked the foot behind her, reacting. It made the round bowl of her pink-cream ass ripple with movement.
God, how he loved her ass! He massaged it and she arched her spine approvingly like a contented cat. His fingers poked bruisingly into her waist just above the hipbones, pulling on the belly flesh. He wanted to lick her ass hole and he tried to make himself move toward it. His tongue, thirsty, was already beyond his lips, the edge turned up like the mouth of a hungry garter snake.
He tried to twist himself almost full around, but Wendy wouldn't let go of his cock; as he strained, her teeth came down hard and pressed the stiff board. He grabbed her by the sides of her face and raised her up. Her lips were still puckered even as they slipped off the bulb; she was reluctant to let go.
He was free, and as Jill had less hold on him, licking only the flat surface of his rectum, he could turn around easily. She was puzzled, but she waited as he sat up on his knees, kneaded her behind and opened the crack. One drop of saliva dripped from the end of his tongue before the tongue tip itself hit her perfect ruby-colored hole. His right hand let go of her right buttock, and the fingers touched his chin as he aimed them between her spread legs, just below the sopping, soaked pudendum, just below the curled ends of the pussy hair, and shot them into the easily-divided folds of her twat.
He fingered her roughly. His bones, the index and the forefinger, were already most of the way inside when he shoved hard at her, and she bumped her cheeks into his face. He was instinctively afraid of pulling the fingers too far back and so she felt all the time the pressure of the digits between the cunt's walls coated with her sex oils. She wondered what she smelled like. She'd been careful to clean carefully every orifice of her body so that she was immaculate, ready for any exploration David or Wendy might perform. But whenever she moved she seemed to catch a sniff of herself and the odor was the sexy stench of a woman who'd been fucking all night with no douche in between. But Wendy smelled much the same and she knew that on the teenager she liked that odor, liked to smell the excitement of her slim body even as she tasted and stroked it, and maybe Wendy-and even her usually meticulous husband-felt the same way in the heat of the moment.
Wendy crawled over toward Jill's head, leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. It was a long, slow kiss. Wendy thought she could tell from the languor Just how moved Jill was by the attention David was paying her ass-hole. It was an excitement beyond frenetic movement and counter movement, and indeed Jill felt it deep in her stomach like the warmth of brandy on an empty belly. Jill was enervated, passive, her mouth an open hole for Wendy's tongue to pass through. But Wendy needed her tongue and so she threw her arms back, lifted her ass off the bed, and slipped the groin under Jill's lips. Jill had no choice but to stroke the clit blister while Wendy threw herself up against the lips and massaged her own breasts with her right hand. The girl tweaked mercilessly at her own tits, wild now, throbbing, aching to come inside her female lover's mouth.
David's fingers twirled inside the over-lubricated , cylinder of tissue that was his wife's cunt. The only taste he found was that of her skin, made salty by sweat that dripped in rivulets down her back and finally into the cleft. He licked at the base joints of his own fingers, though, and sucked the tangy froth from inside her pussy. When his fingers pushed in on each stroke he was pulling at the enormously inflated clit, the size now of a pearl, pink, purple, greased with woman juice.
He wanted to make her come. She seemed greedy, needing him to keep on with the oral love making, not yet ready to spend and satisfy herself-and him, as he would watch her ass moving, floating, punching down on the hand and the bed. He loved to watch Jill come, always had. When she came, the orgasm was always so complete, reflected in the sweaty ecstatic expression on her face as the lips came unglued and the tongue lay just inside, unanchored, the mouth wide open and the whole body contorted with the rhythm of the fuck, wrenching her.
The two fingers inside her vagina slipped out with no trouble. He wanted to shake the hand of all the moisture just as he'd shake his whole body after a dip in the ocean. But instead he rammed them into the shit hole, more fiercely tight than the pussy, but ruptured quickly enough. The inside of the rectum absorbed the juice like a sponge and he rubbed the lining as the fingertips moved and stretched the hole near its end.
He was convinced, as she began to bounce and shake with the climax, that it was the fingertips, prying the end of the tunnel flesh, that had sent her into the coming itself. Not that it mattered. She was thrusting her pussy flesh onto the bed and the sheet was giving the clitoris all the friction she needed. It was dry linen and her pimple was bathed in lubrication. Her thighs flapped together, holding a fold of the sheet between her legs and the white covered all of the hair. She was moaning, keening softly even before the orgasm had drained, even while she undulated anxiously with the fingers buried deep in the thing. She clamped her buttocks together so tightly that David could feel the circulation stop in his hand, cut off just at the wrist. The hand was hostage until she slowly came to the end of her satisfaction and her body seemed to grow flaccid in his hands as he stroked her, prodding her on to the very last.
Now, all that Wendy felt on her cunt was Jill's warm, wet, but unmoving open mouth. She pulled herself from below it and looked at David, who was resting on his side, chin in hand and elbow on the bed. His cock was blushing bright pink and it was solid, the veins straining to carry the blood that moved the sperm inside. David smiled as he saw her assess the prick's readiness. She came closer and her legs were like scissors, covering for the briefest of seconds the dark hair at the vertex of the angle they made.
"Well, at least we don't have to worry about the preliminaries, do we?" she said, flexing her forefinger just under the glans and pulling on the prick. He'd already leaned forward, and when his hands touched the sides of her chest, she relinquished her hold on the penis and let him force her to the bed, supine under him.
Her passivity didn't last long. Her thighs rubbed his outer legs and her ankles hooked behind his own. She stroked the backs of his calves with her heels as he tried to place the prick's head within the labia and then the hole itself. She couldn't keep from pushing in on the groin area, masturbating herself, as she spread the lips to open herself for him. The relief she felt when the muscular joint entered her was enormous; she felt a tingling in her tits which were already hard.
Jill had barely enough energy to watch them, but she did that. She felt she couldn't move until all the sweat on her skin had dried, until she no longer felt half drowned. She watched the look of pleasure that crossed David's face as the head of the prick disappeared inside Wendy's hole and he grabbed at both of the teenager's tits as if to balance her on him.
Wendy looked over at Jill and flashed her a wide smile. She threw her belly out and twisted on David's prick; he gasped while she lowered herself down more simply. The lips seemed to follow every minute change in the cock's shape, hugging the glans with moist, warm lining. Jill touched the labia with her forefingers, stretching the hole as she glided down, and their pubic areas meshed together, his darker hairs weaving into her lighter growth.
His thumbs were sliding just under her tits in an arc. He did not touch the areola, but merely teased it, drawing half circles under the brown. Tiny goose pimples of erection swelled inside and the nipple itself was like a punishing nail when he raised the flat of his index finger to scrape gently over it
She'd gone all the way down on him, covering his whole bulk with the inside of her pussy. Jill could see no sign of the pecker, just the straight line at the top of her pubic triangle and the satisfied look on Wendy's face. The young girl coated her upper hp with spit from her curled tongue, then rolled the tongue tip against the roof of her mouth. David was breathing heavily and Jill saw the ripple of movement as he started to raise his hips under her, wanting to prod her into rubbing him with her cunt. This time Wendy wasn't pliant; she seemed to be enjoying having him all the way inside. She leaned forward and opened her palm under her left breast. She was urging the swollen tit on David, pointing it toward his mouth. His spine curled and his tongue stuck between his lips as he aimed for it. "Aaah," Wendy oozed, then inhaled so deeply that her jugs rose on her chest. She thrust her pelvis out and in this way gave David more of the friction his ass muscles were begging for. He squeezed her buttocks, drawing the twin spheres apart and exposing the shaded crack between. This made her ride her belly further up against his cock and he shivered, kicking his ankles out at the sides of her legs.
Wendy rolled her palms up against his chest She was testing the hard muscles, rolling the skin of her hand up against the nipples. Her fingertips came down above his tits and her nails scratched the tanned surface; Jill heard the sound above the heavy breathing of both copulating partners. The blonde rolled her upper torso almost into a ball as she put her mouth to David's breast. He sighed as the tongue first hit the circle, then grunted as her teeth glided over the surface. The tongue was predominant again in the next second, soothing the area as it excited him beyond imagining. It was beautiful: he felt as though he were drowning in her mouth, sucked between her thick, sensuously twisting woman's lips. Her tongue, flagging endlessly, soaked him; he was sweating profusely, and beads of perspiration moved from his hairline down across his forehead, dropping to his cheeks as he bit into his lips with his teeth. He folded his hands around her shoulders, one finger and then another poking under the joint and touching her own sweat on the nearly hairless skin.
Wendy's body throbbed. She jammed her breasts into David's belly, rolling herself on him with the raging force of a sex-starved madwoman. Her knees were forced up against his thighs and her body felt the strain of the position as much as it did the excitement that resulted. Still, he was deep inside her, and she wriggled happily against the stalk, the lips feeling the hard and veiny root of the organ. She opened her hand and spread the fingers around the side of the cock, her thumb disappearing under her spread twat. The blood rushed out of it and the flesh paled as she pushed down with all her might against him. Yet he could hardly feel her as the blood and come moved through the penis and the whole organ swirled with the sensual haze that precedes orgasm, the feeling of giddiness that traveled through his belly and down through his thighs.
Jill felt herself aroused, felt the impetus of movement in her limbs; she was no longer the least bil tired. The two bodies, pumping away, were surrounded in her eyes by a kind of glow that radiated as they moved, flowing into each other's skins and muscles. She wanted to be a part of the movement, the flow ol desire. She stood on her knees, her ass touching her heels before she rose and crawled, one knee at a time, behind Wendy. Gently-so gently that Wendy barely realized what she was doing-she put her lips to the girl's rounded shoulder, and pushed her own pubic wool between the crack in Wendy's ass. Her tits touched the blonde's backbones and she threw her body wildly from side to side to maximize the friction. Stimulating herself in this way, the tits grew peaked like the ends of ripe lemons. She felt a thin dew spread through the walls of her cunt.
She reached around and dug her fingertips into Wendy's pelvis just above the hairy opening where her own husband's cock had been lodged for so many minutes. Wendy gasped, her attention finally drawn to Jill. The inside of the greasy pussy was convulsed the walls dilated around the phallus, leaving it stranded inside a misty cavern for the moment it took for Wendy's fingers to push between Jill's and grip them in response. Wendy participated in the manipulation herself, and as the sides of the chasm closed again around David's sex, the two sets of fingers clawed a the soft, nude flesh, pulling on the external beaver and making the inside tug just slightly on the tube-shaped organ that penetrated the blonde teenager.
Jill's legs were spread out over Wendy's calves ant she took one hand from the girl's hot pelvis anc rubbed the soft sun-colored down that ended only at the teen's slim ankles. But now, she realized, she wanted David, wanted a man. A woman could excite I her, but nothing could satisfy her totally like a man's love making.
She got up and landed at the side of the two joined bodies on her elbow. She heard Wendy half talk, half moan, to David: "Oh, come, bh, yeah, baby, come.... You come so good in me. Why don't you come? I love it when you come; I need you to come...." She was just barely coherent, each word interrupted by a sigh, a scrape of the breath against her raw throat, but Jill could tell her words had excited David, who was pushing harder. With each thrust, though, Wendy seemed, in response, to swivel up higher on the pole, almost losing it from the sucking grasp of her twat lips. Her body was performing a wider arc with each of David's ever bolder forward strokes up the oily tunnel.
Behind David's head, Jill, still on her knees, faced Wendy. The blonde was writhing almost out of control as Jill touched her mouth to David's and kissed him I sloppily, their tongues colliding while the lips remained spread wide. She rubbed his upper chest with her fingers and the nipples erected quickly into stiffness. He cut into her lips with his teeth, but she didn't mind; she was unconscious of any pain, aware only that she wanted him, needed him. And was jealous, too-she could admit to herself, suddenly, that she was indeed jealous-that Wendy had him locked in her own wet vaginal socket.
He gripped her forearms tightly with his fingers, but he let her hands move, caressing his chest, though he stroked her wrist with his thumbs, feeling her quickening pulse as she pushed her breasts into the pillow, feeling the nipples float into the softness.
She could feel all the energy in his body, even in his chest, where the muscles were hard and tightened-and in the way he kissed, wild and frantic and hard, needful. His lips drew into his mouth, taking her tongue with them. Her fingers probed deeper, toward his waist, then-as his hands released her-slid down to the groin, just above where the coupling started, radiating heat for inches around the place where the cock sank into the bush hair and, beyond it, the steamy cunt. He giggled deep in his throat as if she were tickling him. She pressed into the skin, pushing the curled pubic hair down. As he jammed Wendy with his phallus, her fingers were deeper into the tissue and the flesh rolled against the fragile cartilage below. The orgasm, seconds away, was telegraphed to her fingertips in shivers; she could feel the sensation not only as release of sexual tension, but emotion. She was almost blinded, and for a second she felt what she'd heard described as the leap of the heart into the throat. Hot tears came to the corners of her eyes, yet her mouth-on its own, automatic-continued to move with David's, tongue against tongue, hp slithering over lip. She knew what jealousy was. It was an awful feeling, really, and there was no justification for it, but it was inevitable: it was resenting the happiness another woman could give your man-because it was happiness you could be giving him.
The bed-for the first time she was conscious of the movement-began to rock as David surged into the girl filling her, squirting come into the thirsty pores of her cunt muscle. The springs wheezed and the frame creaked, cutting into her nerves as she saw on Wendy's face each new burst of white liquid that pumped out the bulbous, slipping, sliding cock. Once he had started to spray the gism, he had grabbed for her-Wendy-pulling with his fingertips for her stomach, jabbing and poking at the indentation of her waist.
Even as she rose up off the phallus, Wendy grabbed at the part of the hose that remained outside. Her fist clenched tightly on the hot stick, coated with the sweet slime of her woman and the semen each new stroke spread more thin on the red-pink inner walls.
The climax seemed to go on forever, it seemed to Jill, who felt the misery of envy more strongly than ever before, in her entire life. She was jealous of the climax, as jealous as she was of the girl. She kissed David, rubbing her tongue over his lips, touching the tip to the enamel of his teeth, but he responded as if in slow motion. Her tongue around his was like a slippery ribbon that refused to tie; in its tumbling it touched the parched roof of his mouth, his moist inside cheeks, the corner of his half open mouth. He was breathing through his mouth as well as his nostrils now, and she felt the warm, heavy air assault her chin and nose as the orgasm came slowly to a grinding, taut-muscled finish.
"Mmmmmmn," was the first thing Wendy said when it was all over, that cat-that-ate-the-cream expression all over her face. Her lower torso still swiveled slowly, shaking the tree for the last bit of juice, but Jill knew her husband well enough-his eyes were closed, his lips drawn together, and the muscles of the face were in total relaxation; he had finished, and there was no more. His cock had probably already grown flaccid inside the soggy matrix of seminal emission inside the teenager's pussy. Not that Wendy seemed hungry yet for more: rather, she was savoring the last moments of his penetration.
Finally, his fingertips touched her diaphragm, just above the jutting bones of the pelvis. He was signaling her to move away, to release, and she stretched up. The hose, still thick but no longer rigid, slipped easily from the vise.
Anxiety clouded Jill's mind. She doubted whether David could come again, but she needed him inside of her, needed to excite him, to prove that he still cared for her.
She waited until his breathing had become completely normal. Wendy had curled up along side of him, her small but voluptuously proportioned body twisted embryonically. Almost absentmindedly she stroked his thigh, but came no closer than that to the penis itself.
She had held herself back as long as she could, fearing that David, exhausted, would somehow reject her, at least delaying her. She stretched out at his other side, her body even with his. Her hips touched his. She tightened the ass muscles and arched her spine. With her heels pressed firmly into the mattress, she moved her side tantalizingly against his, exciting goose pimples on the surface of his skin.
Jill sank back into the bed and raised the leg closer to him, bringing the ball of the heel over the calf bone. She straightened her leg and her own calf touched his. She brought the leg back and then rolled on her side so that her ass, still touching him, was open to his vision. She felt a wave of relief when he put his hand on the buttock. She'd been right in calculating that would excite him. She would have him up her tight ass pussy, have the goo deposited at the base of her stomach, the heat spreading through her like fire as he came.
His index finger smuggled into the crack and the tip played teasing games with the solid ripple of anal muscle. He stroked her and the sweat from his own hand eased the way. His forefinger pushed in, and the two, on either side of the rectum, pushed down to spread the orifice apart. Jill felt a tickling sensation that buckled inward, up to her stomach, and at the same time rose to the base of her spine. David, becoming aroused, nibbled wetly at her shoulder. His lips pursed, and then he kissed sweetly and closed mouthed the flesh he'd moistened. At the same time the index was prying open the hole, twisting and scratching against the hot lining of the ass twat, scraping the thinnest film of shit from inside her aching, throbbing rectum.
He could feel the whole weight of her body shift and turn with each flex of the finger bone. The musculature seemed to slide along her bones as potatoes move in a sack. Wave-like, she responded to the artificial pulse of his finger fuck. She reached behind her and squeezed the prick near the bulb, fat and hard and sticking proudly from the rigid bolt. He was shoving the phallus-head against her upper leg just below the curve of the globe's underside. He kneaded the other buttock, pulling it from the matching sphere. Her bowels tingled and only his fingers, crawling under the hairy arch, reminded her how clammy she was along the surface of the primary sex organ.
Her fingers crumpled the pillow, her nails biting into the linen case. She cut into her lower hp with her upper front teeth as he tried to plant the first part of the cock inside her. His nails dug into her belly, tugging at the lower flesh of the beaver; she felt the pull on her inflated clit. She pressed her groin down to bed, trapping his hands under her perspiring stomach and he tongued the side of her neck the way he always did when he was crazy to fuck her, crazy with need.
She pressed her buttocks together once he'd passed through the anus; the way the cheeks felt around his pecker, it made David think she was trying to keep him out. But Jill couldn't help it. It was automatic. She was glad when he fought her body, squirming in order to penetrate deeper, filling her until the circumference of the small hole scalded with the prick's animal heat.
She felt his chest thump on her back, throwing her closer to the bed. "Give me a pillow," he said, breathing hard, and his voice almost broke with the tension and emotion of the moment. She pushed up on her palms and she raised her upper body on her knees. She felt the softness of the pillow under her belly and now he was thrusting forward again and she sank below him.
One hand was on her breast and she winced with pain as he squeezed it so hard that the tit felt as though it were exploding against his palm. He bit her neck and shoulder, his mouth not closing, not even moving as it slipped along her skin, as he jammed his sex into her ass-hole.
He was rocking faster and faster and she knew before the first burst of hot come that he was climaxing. The organ seemed to swell inside the narrow canal and the smell of nakedness and sex filled her nostrils. She turned her head against the sheet-covered mattress and stroked her cheek against the cotton as he drove the penis home. The cream licked like flames at the tight box and it opened wide to suck in the sperm, springing closed and tight to squeeze the last few drops from him as he slowly came to a stop. He lay exhausted on her back while his maleness was in a full-stroke penetration. Against the rawness of the hole, she liked the feeling of it, shrinking slowly, become fleshy soft.
"David?" Her voice was soft, muffled. She didn't want Wendy to hear. Her husband brought his lips to her ear. "Yes?" It was as if he knew that she wanted this to be a private moment, for he whispered as well.
"Do you love me?" It was all she could do to keep from crying.
"Of course." He said it unselfconsciously, his voice serious. He seemed shocked that she would ask and that surprised her for she had come genuinely to doubt.
"Then... She paused for a moment. Wendy was still there and that in itself was a violation of privacy, the very privacy she meant to restore. Yet the girl's presence made it all the more urgent to say what she now wanted to say. "Then let's go back to the way it used to be. I can't do it this way. I can't."
She felt David's fingers move through her hair, pulling it from over her ear. "Yes," he said, and she felt cleansed by his breath against her ear. "That's the way it will be."
She knew that he meant it.