Chapter 1
Nanci Flannigan knew something was up, something besides the obvious saber-like jut of her husband Ted's thick cock. Of course, her nipples, the luscious, brown-pink confections that sat on the ends of her voluptuous titties, were up, because Ted's mouth was switching wetly from one to the other. She stroked the back of his balding blond head and moaned, "Yes, oh, my god, Ted, yes!"
His big hands, easily large enough to make a football disappear, squeezed lasciviously around each luscious breast, forcing the melon-size mounds up into taut cones. The distension made Nanci's tits ache with lust, relishing every sensuous lick of the flat of Ted's tongue and each tiny, nibbling touch of his teeth. Even with the hum of the air conditioner and the steady cool breeze on both their bodies, Nanci was slippery with a fine film of lusty sweat. She rolled her hips lewdly, inviting Ted to do whatever he wanted with her pussy.
Ted slid one hand down the smooth front of her abdomen, shaping and rollicking over the slender curve of her twenty-three-inch waist. His voice came in grunts, then a single moan as his thick fingers threaded through the brunette forest over her labia and found the wide, juice-greased cleft between her cunt lips.
Nanci felt her breath tear faster in her throat. She moved up against his hand, offering the winking, gushing entrance of her vagina to his invading fingers. Her clitty felt the pressure of his palm and sent sparkling messages of delighted heat up her spine. "Oh, Jesus, baby, down there," she moaned, pushing at the top of Ted's head.
Ted let her hands guide him down. He ran his fingers around each luscious titty again, then licked the full, sweet under swell of each breast as if he needed the female touch and taste of her body to survive. He buried his forehead in the deep, pillowy valley between her breasts and husked "Gawd, I love your tits! I could suck those nipples all fuckin' night!"
"Ahhh and I could let you," Nanci said, "if only my pussy didn't ache for you!" She swiveled her hips like a boneless snake, fluid and easy. Nanci paid attention to the tug of every cunt hair and each cell in her moist, puffy petals. It felt like Ted's hand had gathered her whole love-mound into a tight, juicy wad of purest eroticism.
Ted growled and slid down further. Nanci held her breath, knowing that Ted would end up down there at the swampy place where her thighs met. She restrained herself, holding as still as she could. She wanted to fling her knees wider and thrust the hollow emptiness of her cunt up at his mouth. She kept her hands running over his thinning hair and waited.
Ted picked her legs up, letting Nanci's knees bend over his shoulders. He let some of his 245 pounds of maleness bear forward on her and Nanci's crotch rose toward his face. The rich, musky odor made his prick so stiff it felt ready to break off. He cupped one cheek of her ass in each giant hand and pressed his face against the sopping, oily, aromatic center of her cunt.
Nanci could have died happy right then. Ted's mouth opened wide and his lips enfolded all but the very top of her mons. She felt him begin a lewd suction that pulled the puffy sides of her outer cunt lips into his mouth. Gushes of cream mingled with his spit. Nanci thought she would float away on the sensuous flood that melted her whole crotch.
She gasped. Nanci felt the first, teasing lick of Ted's tongue. He'd always start like that, sending her higher and higher by touching his tongue right between her cunt hole and the straining button of her clitty. Her knees bent further. She tried to drive her hips at him, tried to capture his tongue against her vagina or her clit, but Ted wasn't ready.
The quick, flashing peak she'd had when he sucked her whole cunt into his mouth didn't fade, exactly ... it was still as hot and as thrillingly high. It moved out of her grasp, like a candy cane on a chandelier. A sob of horny need came from her throat.
Nanci knew what Ted would do next. He squeezed her asscheeks together, helping her to move her cuntal vee at his face again. When she presented the hungry vertical stripe of her cuntal slit again, Ted teased more. He gathered up the long, off-black strands of her pussy-beard and pulled them between his lips. His head moved back slowly, letting the strands slide out of his lips, watching the rubbery return of her labia. The cunt lips were stretching wider, as if his cock already been reamed them.
Ted pulled back and looked at his wife's pussy. The frilly inner petals were almost blood-red at the center, even darker than the moist, glistening inner walls. As he watched, stroking her asscheeks, Nanci's incredible excitement made the inner folds spread wider, then wink back down, like a time-lapse shot of an orchid growing and shrinking. He ran his tongue-tip along the crease between her cunt lip and her left thigh.
Nanci gurgled, too hot to speak. A mindless prayer, begging him to eat her cunt for real, whirled in her head. The temperature of her cunt rose, climbing in leaps and spurts like a goat on a cliff side. She moved her hips like she had roller bearings in every joint.
Ted licked across the top of the delta of thick hairs, then down the other side of the vee. He pulled her up further, holding her ass a foot off the mattress and licked the crease where each asscheek met her thighs. With a flick as quick as a lizard's, he touched the grey-pink dot of her rectum. It was soaked with the overflow of her cunt juice.
Nanci didn't know what to do. It always happened when Ted ate her ... his mouth would rove over her loins, sampling here, teasing there, until she wanted to cry from heat and hunger. Her voice rose in a gurgle. She thought of their daughter and stifled herself, but her hips kept churning like the dasher in a washing machine. She grabbed the back of his head again and forced his face against her cunt.
At last she felt his tongue go, lapping like a dog's, right up the center of her open, hungry cuntal strip. She brought both hands up to her face, hiding the throaty wail of her voice. Every single taste bud on his tongue left a squirming imprint on the slick, slippery smoothness between her cunt hole and her clitty and the erotic cells exploded.
Ted slathered his tongue back down, still not slicing under the hood at the top of her slit. Nanci was a quivering mass of need. She didn't know if she could stand to have him lick the tip of the supersensitive button, but she knew she couldn't stand it if he didn't. She tightened her legs on his shoulders.
Ted straightened halfway, dragging Nanci up off the bed. She rested on her shoulders and the back of her neck, her heavy, firm tits riding nearly to her collarbones. His hands dug into her cheeks again and Nanci felt the first assault of his tongue on her vagina.
It was sheerest ecstasy. Nanci bore down, forcing her cuntal sphincter to open wider. The muscular wedge of Ted's tongue parted the wet, bubbling sides of her cunt hole and his chin pressed her rectum. "Oh, fuck, Teddy," she wailed. "Don't stop! Jesus God, don't stop!"
Ted grunted into her cuntflesh. He ate Nanci's pussy to wind her up and he loved the way she begged for more head. He didn't like eating her cunt that much, but he felt so powerful when she pleaded with him that Ted knew he could do anything he wanted. He pried her asscheeks further apart and ran two fingertips around the puckered muscles of her rectum.
"Please, please, baby, my clit," Nanci begged. She rolled her hips lewdly, trying to bring the blazing stub of her clitoris down toward his mouth. She felt the proud, muscular tension in his body and she knew she'd have to struggle. The massive tautness she felt in her belly told her she was going to come if he would suck her clitty, but she couldn't tell if he would or not.
With a slippery, pube-wetting roll of his neck, Ted moved up on her cunt. His two ass-diddling fingertips pressed against the narrower hole and he opened his mouth wider. With a motion like taking the end off an ice cream cone, he covered the whole upper half of his wife's cunt-mound and sucked it into his mouth.
Nanci stuffed her knuckles into her mouth. The slippery, spit-wet sliding off his lips on her cunt was enough to start the ripples of her orgasm rolling in the empty cavern of her vagina. She twisted her hips ferociously and a fingertip slipped into her ass.
With something to collapse around, her asshole milked at Ted's finger. Nanci sobbed, amazed at the sheer lewd thrill of the vulgar penetration. Her asshole was tighter, drier, less responsive than her cunt, but the orgiastic feeling Ted's mouth whipped into her clitty made it come just as hard as her cunt.
The juicy mass of labial flesh around her cunt hole was sopping now, flooded with huge spurts of her lubrication. Nanci lost her breath. She couldn't even beg any more. Ted's tongue dove toward the mouth of her cunt hole. When it rammed in, wet and wide and pointed, she went into spasms of pleasure.
It was a quantum leap, like amplifying a whisper until it drowned out a rocket. Nanci's cunt-mouth and her asshole both spasmed, fluttering like butterfly wings. The racking tension in her belly crested, then blasted downward, surrounding Ted's tongue and hands, then crested again. She was coming frantically and she loved it.
And suddenly, the tongue in her cunt was gone. A sob escaped from behind the fist Nanci had jammed into her mouth, then a scream followed it. With her cunt and asshole already imploding like a hopped-up milking machine, Ted rammed his tongue against the tip of her clitty!
The flickering, swiveling motions of his tongue drove her crazy. Nanci felt the roughened top of his tongue, then the shape of every vein and spit gland on the bottom as he whirled it around and around her blazing come-trigger. Nerves all around her clit were burning out. There was nothing except the incredible dry tightness of her clasping asshole and a mushroom cloud of sensation exploding from her cunt.
Ted's motion changed. Nanci couldn't feel anything but sudden, lightning-like flashes racing from her clit to her brain. Ted's tongue flickered back and forth on the very tip of her fuck-button like a tuning fork, thousands of swift vibrations every second. The whole top of her cunt mound felt wet, encased, when he sucked valiantly at her cunt lips and dragged every bit of her pussy into his mouth. The sliding, sucking, soupy motion of lips on cunt added to the fantastic spasms of orgiastic feeling on her clitty and Nanci went berserk.
She flailed her arms, wailing, begging for him to stop. Nanci knew that another second of Ted's mouth and fingers in her crotch would absolutely kill her, snap her mind like an overstretched rubber band. She screamed and pleaded, ripples of passionate thrills ripping along every muscle in her body. She was almost upside down now, just the back of her head on the bed and her feet kicked at the ceiling. "OHH, Ted! Oh, Jesus, please, please stop! I can't take it, baby! Oh, fuck, my cunt's going crazy!" she wailed. "Oh, goddammit! Fuck me, Teddy, fuck MEEEE-EEEEE!!"
Ted pulled his face away from her pussy. He'd held on with both hands, riding her cunt like a bronco. With a single hard motion, he rose to his knees and let her down until her ass was only a foot off the bed. He braced the shaft of his cock with one hand and put the head against her vagina.
Nanci felt the unmistakable width of his cockhead against her clenching cuntal muscle. She rolled her knees back until her thighs touched her tits and drove her pussy at him.
Ted shoved at the same instant and a great gusher of cunt juice splashed out from around his prick. He was ball-deep in one stroke, his belly up against the still-thrashing center of his wife's crotch.
Nanci loved it ... the sudden relief of having a cock in the middle of her frothing cunt was worth anything, even the rude pain of Ted's swift, rape-like insertion. She didn't even pause as his balls slapped against her ass. Nanci swiveled, then pulled back in readiness for his next stroke.
She knew that eating her cunt wound Ted up until his cock was ready to shoot gallons of fuck-cream. She battered her buttocks and the fleshy backs of her thighs against him, milking at his cock. Every nerve in her cuntsleeve was alert, at full attention and Nanci worked her cunt harder than she ever had.
The ongoing come kept her pussy clenching and loosening. She felt tension build up in Ted's body. She prayed. The last thing she wanted now was a slow fuck, or even a hitch in the thrusts. She strained. She shook her ass from side to side, wringing at his prick. Nanci wanted him to shoot. She grunted, fighting with him to come. She had to match the strokes of his harsh, heavy cockmeat, hurrying him on.
With lunges that drove her halfway through the mattress, Ted shoved more and more cock at her. Nanci felt his prick stiffen outrageously. The head felt like a watermelon blasting up and down past the tip of her womb. She held her breath, then, realizing it would be seconds yet, gasped for air. They battered at each other like steam engines, the meaty sounds of their bodies even drowning the squishing wetness of Nanci's cunt. Heat and friction built up higher and higher, setting a fire at the mouth of her cunt. Nanci felt his prick like a red-hot bar. Her cunt was a furnace and Ted's cock was the blacksmith's steel, hot, showering sparks with every hammer-like blow of their pelvises.
"Nhhh! Ahh, ahh," Ted grunted, trying to warn his wife that his come was about to rip into her cunt.
"Yeah, yeahyeahyeah," Nanci moaned, "Fuck, fuck, ohhh, TED!" She reached up toward his shoulders, hoping to draw him down onto her belly for the last few strokes.
Ted's hands dug into her ass like claws. With a huge, ramming thrust, he flung his cock deep again, then set her down on the bed. The next stroke of his cock had all the hard weight of his huge body behind it. With a groan like a dying dinosaur, he let the first bucketful of semen blast out of his cock.
Nanci felt it, felt the ripping motion of his come tube and the splash, like a fire hose throwing a single big drop of syrup into her cunt. The tip of her womb thudded under the violence of his cock thrust and she let go entirely. The come she'd struggled with grabbed her. It shook her around the spurting mass of her husband's cock. She let her legs beat on his back and her teeth sank into his shoulder. An image of Robert Redford flashed through her brain and Nanci let her cunt milk automatically at the cock that pumped so strongly in her pussy. Everything but the tight clasp of her cunting relaxed and she floated away. Neither Nanci nor Ted saw the bright, youthful eyes peering through the crack of the bedroom door.
Nanci moved slightly and the massive weight of her husband shifted. "I can't breathe," she whispered and he pulled his cock out of her cunny and rolled off.
The suction of his exiting organ drew a long, dribbly stream of come and cunt juice out of her pussy. Nanci moved an inch or so higher on the bed. "Ohhh, Teddy! That was so nice," she cooed. She looked to where he lay on his back, puffing like a beached porpoise.
"Jeez, baby, your pussy!" Ted said. He turned to look at her. "You're super tonight." He licked his lips, savoring the heavy taste of pussy cream.
Nanci touched his arm. "What did you want to talk about, hon?" she asked. Nanci wobbled up until she leaned on one elbow. Her thirty-eight-inch breasts hung full and sensuous in the dim yellow glow of the lamp. She raised one knee to let the breeze from the air conditioner cool the inflamed heat of her pussy.
"I didn't say...." Ted started.
"You never kiss my pussy unless you want a favor," Nanci said, then her voice softened. "And it always makes me want to keep you happy." A hell of a lot happier than when you just shove it in and stir around, she thought. At least eating my cunt gets me wet enough. It's the only way I come at all anymore! She knew better than to tell Ted, of course. The only time she'd tried, he'd fucked her, in-out, in-out, for six solid hours and Nanci hadn't been able to walk for three days. She didn't come that time, either.
Ted sat up. He looked like the washed-up football player he was. "Okay, hon. Fred Scarff called me at work today. He threw his back out and he can't come on the camp out. Would you like to come along? It'd be a big help."
Nanci rolled onto her back. Oh, crap! A bunch of teenage brats and Ted out in the woods. She nodded tiredly. "Okay, honey, if you promise to keep the Scouts under control." She sat up again and looked at his six-foot-four body. "I told you, you shouldn't have started with them. We don't even have a boy ... you keep trying to turn Terri into one," she began, winding up to a full-fledged gripe.
Ted stroked the sopping fur of her pussy mound as gently as he could. "Please?"
Nanci rolled toward him, pressing her breasts against his chest. "Oh, all right." She giggled. "That sure was good sex!"