Chapter 2
It wasn't a great restaurant but it was a good one. The management wasn't trying to pad profits by pushing poor quality. Nor by hiring cheap help. The chef knew his stuff. The steaks were exactly right, blood-rare for Joe, medium for Arden. Rare meat kept a man's balls filled with cum, in Joe's opinion. And that red-haired waitress was okay, too. What a pair of jugs! Probably a real red head, too. That low cut blouse that showed her body all the way to her waistline also showed that wonderful set of titties, and they were milky-white. Typical red-headed skin, with tiny blue veins making them seem just right for licking and squeezing.
"You should have let me get a hamburger, Joey," Arden whispered. "I don't need a seven-dollar steak."
"Shut up and eat, kid," Joe replied in gruff good humor. "I start work tomorrow, and I'll be making all we need. Oh, Miss!" he called to the waitress, giving her his best smile. "May I have my coffee heated?"
He watched her lean over a table to get a pot of coffee. The tiny skirt seemed to be right at her ass even when she was standing, and he hoped to see at least the strap of her nylon panties. He got another good look at those unbelievable knockers, fancying he could see the gleam of perspiration on their voluptuous surfaces. He wished he had his face between them, rubbing it from side to side. He would mash them with his cheeks, make those darkly pink nipples swell up and turn deep red. Then he'd chew on them until she begged him to fuck her.
He became aware that Arden was shaking his arm and the fantasy left him. The redhead was standing back from the table with her pad of checks in one hand, pencil in the other.
"The lady's asking if we want dessert, Joe," Arden said. The flashy redhead looked quietly amused. She knew damn well that Joe had been looking down to her navel, he knew that. To make her understand that though he might look but didn't need her, Joe put his arm around Arden and drew her close.
"If my little doll wants dessert, we'll have a little," he leered up at the waitress. "I promised her some tonight."
"Oh, no! Thanks just the same! I couldn't eat another bite, Joe, honest!" She looked up at the waitress, who gave her a big smile.
"Okay, honey," the woman said. "I'm sure if you decide later that you want some, your daddy will see you get it!"
She gave them both a wink and a smile and totaled up the check for Joe. "Man!" she muttered to herself. "That's a guy with his mind right up that kid's twat! A horny guy, all right!" She cupped one hand under her breast, inclined to feel a slight tingle, his look had been so hungry. "Whatever she's got, it hasn't used him up," she whispered, leaning over the table to start assembling dishes for the bus boy.
In the car, Joe was in a wonderful humor. "Nice joint," he said, and leaned down to kiss Arden, conscious of the perfume from her body. He fumbled her shirt open and laughed as her young breasts tumbled out, their nipples firm and hard.
"Hey, baby," he said huskily, kissing one of the grainy little lumps of darker tissue on her soft breast. "How come these little titties have a hard-on?" He sucked hard, making her body straighten out in excitement.
"That waitress had nice, uh, titties," Arden observed, glad that she had used the vulgar slang. It was what Joe had been trying to teach her. "Quit talking like a scared little kid," he had told her. "Say 'cock' if you mean cock. Say 'cunt' when that's what you're talking about." Even in such a short time, she was learning. It made her glad. Whatever Joe wanted was good enough for her.
She thought of something else. "All I meant about the steak was that I want to watch your money, Joe," she said in a small voice. "I want to be a good wife. You know that."
He had started the car and he had his arm around her, fondling the soft weight of her breasts.
"By God, baby, you're sure as hell acting like a wife," he said, still good-humored. "Noticing that I looked down that hasher's dress, and then saving my money!" he laughed sharply. "When I pass up a chance to look at another woman's body, I'll be too old to do you any good. Do you want that?"
In childish confidence, in joy that she was engaged in such adult conversation, Arden clung to her husband's arm.
"Look all you want, Joey," she said smugly. "Just as long as I know it stops there."
She thought of something else. "That was great, when you said to that waitress that we'd have a little, and that you'd promised me some. Oh, Joe, you and that sense of humor! You're so great!" She put her hand in his crotch and what she found there made her exclaim in joy.
"Joe, you want me to open up your pants and let him out?" she asked, her eyes bright. "Wow! What a hard-on!"
He eased his body forward, letting her get at his zipper, pleased that she was so avid for his cock, for sex of any kind. A good learner, for sure.
"Handle it easy, baby," he said. "We're almost home. I've got a treat for you!"
They stripped in a hurry, and Arden looked with wonder and delight at her husband's cock. Virgin or not, she knew enough to compare. On a couple of dates, the boys had tried to get in at least some heavy petting.-One had persuaded her to handle his cock and had shot off all over her. And on a couple of occasions, in the deep quiet of the night when her parents had supposed she was asleep, she had seen her father's tool in complete erection. See one and you've seen them all? No, sir! Joe's was big, big, big!
Suddenly, with her face flaming and her body turning to fire, she had the horrid idea that she wanted to suck it. To take it in her mouth, to get it clear down her throat if possible. To taste the rankness that made it smell so marvelous. And that was a horrid, perverted idea... Wasn't it?
She had her face screwed up tight, trying to swallow the flood of saliva that filled her mouth as she thought of that giant dick going into her mouth. Ugh! How horrible! And yet how incredibly marvelous to think of!
She knew, of course, that women did this, that high school girls did it and laughed about it in the locker rooms, in the toilets, with their panties down, sometimes, or naked under the showers after Phys Ed.
To hide the flush of guilt on her face as she wallowed in this sinful thought, she threw her arms around her husband's waist. Her face was against his crotch, her cheek pressing his hard peter against his belly. And the strong male smell of his sweated crotch and ass was simply devastating.
Thoughtfully, he removed her arms and got his hands down on her breasts. They were swollen and extra firm and her nipples were hard and three times as large as normal. Good. It was fantastic to have a girl this beautiful who had brought him a maidenhead. It was marvelous to have her so hot, in spite of her sudden fits of hampering morality. And it was ten times as much fun to own her, to have her so crazy about him, because that made it ten times more fun to force her to do the things her childish, stupid morality forbid.
He kissed her hard, sucking in the sweetness of her spit and the slickness of her tongue. He let her go for a moment to look into her face.
"Oh, God, Joe," she gasped weakly, "what do you want me to do? Oh, Joe, I'm so hot! I feel weak all over!"
She fell back helplessly on the bed, and her soft, young hand moved to her cunt. Her eyes were hazed over with the combination of guilt and lust that made fucking her so much fun for Joe. And now he would do something else. So simple, really. But to her it would be a very big thing.
"Lie on your back, baby," he ordered, his voice gone husky with the tension of a new rise of lust. "Get your legs way up, and now back to your shoulders. There, that's it. Put your hands under your knees so you can pull your thighs apart and hold 'em back!"
The girl groaned with the delight of making herself so open for her Joe. The warm room temperature felt chilly on the steaming inner lips of her young cunt, she was so hot and her twat was so spread apart.
"Joe!" she cried. "Are you going to get on top of me this way? Joe, I'm just like wide open! Will it hurt me?"
The musky, human scent of her sweet little pussy made Joe's nuts ache with desire. "I never get tired of fucking you, Arden baby," he said. And for this moment he meant it. She was so young, so sweet. And so tight!
He began to edge up on his knees, looking down into the pink rosette of her writhing inner lips, shining with their slick, sweet juice. Just below them he saw her tiny little hole, and its muscles were working so that it looked like a baby's lips trying to suck its mother's breast. Working, sucking. And from this baby hole, this pink and sucking little closure, the clear cunt fluid was oozing out to form a wet and sticky rivulet down into her asshole.
"Open your cunt and shut your eyes," he said, "and Papa Joe will give you something to make you wise!" There was a pulse beating all through Arden's responsive young body. Her breath was fast, her heart beat faster.
"I'm on fire, Joe," she breathed, still fingering her clit, getting her knuckles wet with the juice from her body. "Please, Joe, give me your cock!"
She had an unusually big clitoris, and one that did not "go into hiding" after a hard cum as so many clits do. It was straining at its thin, semi-transparent cloak of membrane, and it was sending electric messages of lust and desire to all the area around it and deep into Arden's body.
All at once, Arden strained her body up to where she thought her husband's hard prick might be ready to pierce her. She felt a hot, slick pressure on her tenderest spot. It was light at first, then very hard, and suddenly there was an inner pressure that was driving her mad with feeling. It wasn't like Joe fingering her clit or stretching her cunt with his hard cock. It was different, as if her pussy were being turned inside out. And she knew instinctively what it was.
She let go her legs, trying to get them down, trying to buck against his invasion, but now he had her by the ankles. He held her legs back, held her cunt open. And his tongue plunged into her over and over. It wasn't as big as his cock. It didn't stretch her tender pussy's opening. But oh, how marvelous it felt!
"Stop! Stop! Oh, Joe, you mustn't!" She was screaming as loud as she could but she couldn't hear it, and all at once she knew that her screams were all internal. She was locked in a deadly fear of punishment for this sin of sins, this horror of having her cunt sucked! Not even her mother, in her most brutally frank discussions of sex and its dangers, had ever talked about this.
And all the while that this confusion was stirring in her mind, she was picturing how it must look, her big and handsome husband with the distinguished touch of gray at his temples, with his face buried in her open pussy. Parting the long, curly brown hair. Thick lips working in her thick and hairy lips.
"OHHHHH! OHHHH GOD!"
He was sucking on the hole again, pulling her cunt walls together.
She had stopped beating on his head. The itch of cumming was beginning to grow. Between her cunt lips, around her clit.
"Why don't you bite my clit, Joe?" she tried to scream, but it was only a whimper.
"I'm cumming! I'm CUUMMMIINNGGG!" she screamed, but it was only a croak, and she let all her power go into pushing out her twat, trying to give it all to her husband's kissing mouth.
She felt sweat on her belly, felt the cunt-ooze flow from her sweltering hole. This gift, so horrible! Now it was so beautiful! Better than fucking. Better than heaven. Better than, than what? The heat of orgasm died down and her tenderness was a scream of pain between her legs. And between her cunt lips.
"Please, Joe," she begged, barely able to whisper. "Please let me get some rest!"
But he began to lick again, right against the tremendously sore and aching and loving clitoris. Right where it hurt the most and felt the best. And suddenly, beyond her powers to prevent it, even if she had wanted to, she began to cum again. And could not stop. But the waves were weaker now, although they shook her body as before. All she could do now was to cry and to roll her body in this daze of pleasure that had become too much for her. And in a wild dream of herself she saw and realized that she loved this. Sucking cunts was a beautiful, moral thing to do. Having Joe's tongue in her cunt, having him suck it until its achingly tender walls came together, was a gift of God. Fuck her mother and all her stupid teachings.
Her body gave a great, sighing shudder and she went limp all over, and Joe just as suddenly let go her ankles and let her aching legs come down. They were spread wide open, almost at right angles to her body. Her cunt was quivering with a deep response which she was unable to control. Her eyes would not focus, but at last she was able to make out Joe's face above hers, and he was smiling. All of the lower part of his face was shining and wet. My cunt juice, she thought with a twisted thrill of pride.
Her body gave a convulsive shudder, a spasm blended of lust and shame. All her life until she had met Joe she had been taught that her "private parts" were nasty. Now she was shaken with a desire to lick her vaginal fluids from the shiny face of the man above her.
"You sucked me," she said. "Dear, dear husband! Ohhhh!" and she trembled in a frenzy of lust. "What happened? Why did I faint? Why couldn't I stop cumming?"
Joe placed his big hand carefully over the hairy softness of her pussy's upper part, his thumb and forefinger on either side of the top of the slit. He closed them very gently until she felt their pressure through the soft pads of hairy tissue, the lightest possible pressure on her throbbing clit.
She was conscious again of every part of her body, of the tiredness in the muscles of her belly from the sweeping cum-waves that had tightened them. Of the fullness and aching glory of her breasts. Of the feeling of weight in their tender firmness, as though she was filled with milk. And especially conscious of the unbelievable sense of fulfillment in her cunt.
Her husband's fingers pressed gently on the outside of her cunt lips and the pressure was transferred to the chokingly sensitive soreness around her little bud. A soreness more glorious than any feeling she had ever known.
"I felt like I was shooting cum out of me just like you do, Joe," she whispered. Her hand was blindly tugging at his hairy forearm. To stop what he was doing? Or to urge him on? She shook again and arched her weakened body, screaming as a weak orgasm pumped from deep inside her. "Oh, Joe, it hurts me so to cum! Please let me stop! What happened?"
He bent to kiss her, his eyes moist with feeling.
"Series orgasm," he told her. "It's beautiful. Not many women ever know the sensation. You're lucky, baby!"
He held her warm, sweaty body close to him and she felt the immense hardness of his cock pressing against her hip. It scared her, but she was so proud that he had taught her something new about her body. And herself.
"When your body gets into that cum-groove, if a guy knows what he's doing, he can keep you pouring it on. Cum after cum. A man cums once and has to wait for another hard-on. If he fucks twice in an hour, he's pretty good. If he cums six times in a night, he's phenomenal."
He kissed the top of her head, the clean scalp, the shining brown hair. "Baby, you must've cum twenty times in twenty minutes." But the pride in his voice was for himself.
She laughed weakly. "It seemed like a million times. And like three hours," she said. The ache had almost gone away from her clitoris and she moved her thighs. The slight movement rubbed her cunt lips together and she screamed.
"Oh, Joe!" she wailed, her voice full of fear. "It's back! I'm still trying to cum!" "Roll over on your belly," he said. "I'll take your mind off your pussy."
Like any other obedient child, she did as she was told. But when she felt his big hands prying her buttocks apart, she began to thrash and protest weakly. "No, Joe! Don't put it in me! Please! I can't stand it!" Her voice stopped as though she had been shocked.
"Joe," she said wonderingly, "it's true, I don't think I can stand it. But Joe, you know what? I want it so bad!"
She thrust her clean, rounded ass up to him, and he snatched a big pillow down to put under her belly as he had done a couple of hours ago. "Relax, kid," he said in a casual voice. "Take it easy! I'm not after your cunt. This is just a little breather."
She was in such a state of shock that she could not have moved if she had wanted to, but a tremendous upheaval of feeling shook her as she felt his face pressed into the crack of her ass.
She was too weak to protest as she felt a warmth and wetness in that most hidden place where her shit came out, a place of undeniable nastiness. And yet Joe, whom she loved beyond words, wanted it.
"Don't worry, baby, this'll make you forget your sore little pussy," he whispered. "I'm rimming you, baby. I'm shoving my tongue right up you, right up your ass!"
She actually felt something incredibly soft and slick, but firm enough to penetrate her a little.
"It's dreadful," she whispered into the tense pain at her wrist, where her teeth were gnawing. "It's horrible!"
And as she said this, a new tremor shook her body. Like a cum but different. Easier, milder. The fever in her cunt lips, the terrible feeling of rasped abrasion, were suddenly bathed in an emollient fluid.
"Just my pussy juice," she whispered. But it felt like Balm of Gilead. And the cum tremors were so nice. So tiny and sweet. She raised her bottom to her husband's face, and tears rolled from her eyes.
"Oh, Joe, it's so wicked! And I love it so! I love it so! Ohhh!"
It was a faint little whimper, and in the humid, sweated darkness of the steamy valley between her ass cheeks, her husband smiled in triumph. He could feel the sphincter giving away, opening up, and he drove his hard tongue in as far as it would go, more than an inch, and felt it squeezed gently by his child bride's powerful rectal muscles.
In her love-sore cunt, licked raw and shaken with the almost unceasing fit of cumming, there would now be a soft glow. Nice and warm. She could stand a cock in it now, if the cock went in very slowly.
He gave one or two more long, sweet sucks at her clean little asshole. He drove his tongue into it more easily now, for it had relaxed and was enjoying his loving. He pulled away but kept his hand in the cleft of her ass. The shock of losing the feeling might make Arden tense again.
She turned dreamily on her side, her face bright with love as he drew himself up by her. He would have bet that she would have turned away from his mouth in disgust, seeing where it had just been. But she kissed him gently, her tongue going into his mouth as shyly as it had the first time they kissed.
"Joe, husband mine," she whispered, stroking his face. "I never would have believed that anything could be so sweet! I've been such a stupid little girl!"
She kissed him again and gently felt for his cock..
"All this time and my darling hasn't cum," she whispered. "Oh, Joe, you've been doing these wonderful things for me and I've let you hang. Teaching me, being good to me. Can I pull you off? Jerk you off? Do you want to shoot it on my belly or into my hair?"
He was deeply amused inside that she had not offered to suck him. No woman this hot could have gone through these three days and into this third night without a powerful impulse to get that cock lodged in her mouth. But Arden hadn't said it. It was that Puritan hang-up of hers, and he almost laughed aloud just thinking of it. What a wonderful thing to look forward to! Sinking his cock into her protesting throat, knowing that all the time she was dying for it! Teaching her to suck, forcing her to take his big balls in her mouth. Sucking them, taking his big load of cream into her tender belly. His cock, sore with its long lasting hard-on, jerked so hard that it warned him not to fool around.
"Baby," he whispered, "don't be afraid. I'm going to shove it in your pussy."
She started up, tried to get away, but he held her. Her soft, firm breasts made great handles. Squeeze and twist and make her flutter with pain and sensuality.
"I can't, Joe," she gasped. "It would kill me! Let me put it under my arm, or just between my thighs. Yeah," she said excitedly. "Hold my legs up and stick it between my thighs! You can see my cunt, and I can stroke the head of it as it comes out and points at me. And when you cum, it'll fall on my belly!"
You're dying to lap up some male cum and you can't bring yourself to say so!
Joe thought. She was so deliriously young, so naive.
"I said: 'Don't be afraid!" he growled. "Don't you think I know what's best for you?"
"Yes, Joe. Oh, yes. Of course. But listen, Joey, please listen," she pleaded. "I'm nearly crazy from all that, what did you say, you know, that serial orgasm. Honest! Please don't!"
He laughed and stroked her tear-streaked face. "I promise you it won't hurt. Licking your ass gave you time to recover. You're loose and relaxed. That tight little pussy of yours is so relaxed, it's like an old, old woman's." His voice was tender and seductive. "Put a finger in it, you'll see."
He could tell she was fooling around her cunt and suddenly her voice was excited. "You're right," she said. "It's all loose and soft and sopping wet."
"Sure, I told you. When I put it in, it'll just feel real good, simply because you are loose and wet and sloppy. And that's just what I want. I want to cum real easy, just get it started and lie still and let it shoot into you. Feel your sweet, soft little cunt all around me, not pumping, not working. Just holding my cock while I cum. How's that sound?"
"Oh," she breathed. "How simply marvelous. What a nice thing, Joe, that you can just let it shoot into me. And all I do is lie still. Oh, Joe, it'll feel wonderful. Just to experience every second of it. To feel each spurt. Come on, Joe, slip it into me. What do I do?"
"Just lie on your side, baby, like that. Now, put your leg over me. Way up, on my hip. See how that opens up your sweet little split? Does that hurt?" He felt very carefully for the opening into her body, for the aperture of her girlish vagina. Contrary to his promise, he knew her advanced sensitivity would shoot her right up the wall for a few seconds. By God, this was great.
"You're not kidding, doll," he laughed. "You're wet, all right. It'll go in slick as a gut. But hang on to me if it gives you a little pang right at first."
He felt her shake. She was crying softly. "Damn it, stop sniveling," he said. "I told you it wouldn't hurt, didn't I?"
She inched her leg up further, opening her twat still more. "I don't care, Joe," she said. "I want you to have it the way you want it."
He eased into her and it was really miraculous, almost like he had promised. That tiny cunt, taking such a tongue bath, such a licking, twisting with a series of firecracker cums, was loose. At least by comparison.
"It doesn't hurt, does it?" he asked jovially. "Not like you thought, anyhow. God, it feels marvelous, so slippery and hot and closing in all around my cock."
She moaned softly, and he heard a grating sound. Damn it all, she was gritting her teeth! He lay still, his cock almost literally about to burst with the long-delayed orgasm. Thank God, she wasn't as tight as usual. This was good, he wanted to enjoy it as long as he could.
"Baby, baby!" he whispered, enfolding her slight, smooth body with his big arms. "You're wonderful to me!"
"Joe," she whispered brokenly. "Joe! It feels all right. I like it. But it does hurt just a little bit."
He started to swear at her selfishness, thinking only of her poor little twat aching a bit, not thinking of him and what he needed. Then he subsided. After all, she was only a kid.
His cock felt so great, wrapped in those juicy-wet, juicy-Laos folds. He could feel the cunt nectar oozing out around his cock, even though he wasn't pumping into her.
The thought of that childish cunt inflamed his mind. On the surface, as he had seen it close up, licking it, it was a deep shell-pink, with the criss-cross of surface veins making it seem darker. Inside it would be the same, but with more folds and no lips. But a great deal more of that female lubricant, that sweet syrup of pussy. And that hard object that barely touched his cock now that she was so loosened inside would be her cervix, almost black with blood.
The fiery thoughts jerked at his gonads, caused a ruffle of nerves and muscles around his prostate. It made his cock, lying in that warm, slick bath of girl-cum, jerk in a long throb. He couldn't help it.
And in the tenderized cunt of the young girl whose body was taut with love and fear and cunt-ache it felt like a giant bar of hot meat, once more stretching her to unbearable size.
She began to leap on his cock like a frantic monkey, her inner muscles forgetting to be relaxed and loose. They clenched on his throbbing cock and jerked his nerves to a screaming height of joy.
With a fierce desire to get all he could from this cum which he had held back for so long, he held her so that her body could not move more than a half-inch. Held as she was, only the sliding, sweetly kissing muscles inside her twat could move, and they sucked up and down his jerking cock, milking his hot white seed out of him.
"I'm cumming, Joe," she tried to scream, but she was so weakened that it was a hoarse whisper. His jerking pole hit her young cervix time and again, and with each caressing blow her husband felt his semen flow into the youthful cunt, feeling its many convoluted surfaces stretch with the size of his load.
When all was quiet, he kissed her gently. "Don't cry, Arden," he whispered. "It's all right. I had to teach you. You have to learn, you know." He stroked his big fingers up and down the silken skin of her back, over the rounded little ass, feeling the luxury of her cunt slowly giving up its grip on his wilting cock.
"It felt so wonderful, Joe," the girl said humbly. "I'm sorry if I was a little fool. I love your cock in me. You know that." She kissed him tenderly.
They didn't get up. It was warm enough in the motel so that they needed no sleeping garments. Arden giggled, thinking of it. "I haven't worn a stitch to bed for three nights in a row," she whispered to herself.
She sat up and watched as Joe slept with his mouth open. His cock had shriveled down to a small mouthful. Gracious! There that dirty idea was again. But Arden leaned down close to it, sniffing at it. "It's got my cum on it," she said in a whisper. "I ought to be allowed to suck my own cum off it." She grinned, but she was just a bit fearful. It was a thing she wanted but feared.
The ache in her pussy was now just a pleasant warmth. Joe had been pleased that she could cum so much. Maybe he would want to fuck again in the morning before going to work. She certainly hoped so.
Arden woke up first, and when she saw that Joe's cock had gotten hard, was standing straight up, its dark red head glistening, she felt a twisting of lust deep inside her.
Her cunt was suddenly wet with a flow of cum-juice from the darkly clasping recesses of her body. Her breasts felt suddenly heavy and sensitive with the rush of blood. Her skin felt warm all over, a nice moist warmth.
She got up on her knees very carefully so as not to wake Joe. She felt like a lost soul, a vicious harpy who knew no Christian rules, only the dark and beautiful laws of sex. The big cock nodded as Joe dreamed his own lust-filled pictures of bright flesh and slick, slippery pussies.
She was on hands and knees when she saw in a mirror the hot and beautiful spread of her ass. It was unbelievably wonderful. Lustful, lascivious, the temptation of every saint who had ever lived. Sunshine made the room bright. Every detail showed. Just the shape of a woman's ass was marvelous, Arden suddenly realized. And it was easy to see why it seemed so large when the thighs were up close to her body. She could see her warm lipped pussy, pink lips shining through brown hair. Lovely! But the hair was not so brown. She reached back to feel, and could have cried aloud from sheer joy. It was dark from her cum!
The slick nectar that flowed so generously from her pussy had matted the soft hairs down all around her hole, all the way up the thick lips that protected her cunt so demurely. She raked her fingers in it. The dried cum came off in flakes, some not completely dry.
With a rush of boldness that was touching in its girlishness, she put the scratching fingers to her nose. It was like the combined fragrance of her cunt and Joe's cock. Her body burned with the thought. It was from Joe's cock as well as from her twat. The same cock now near her lips.
With wildly beating heart, because she could not help it, she opened her mouth and carefully slid it down over the brightly gleaming cock-head, barely closing her lips, just touching her tongue around the head ever so softly.
The rankly beautiful taste was exactly the same as she had raked from the dried-out hairs of her pussy. But ten times as rich, ten times as strong. It tasted so heavenly! It felt so delightfully smooth and warm and huge, touching her tongue and her teeth and the roof of her mouth.
She let her lips close around it, sucking with the utmost care and gentleness. But she wanted to suck it up by its strong and hairy roots. Wanted to go down on it so hard that it would choke her, gag her. Wanted to feel it hurting her throat as it had hurt her little pussy.
She moaned softly, and the sweet vibration woke Joe up. Slowly, just a bit at a time. And what he saw tickled him.
He was immediately aware of what was happening. And of what powerful passions must have moved his innocent wife.
The idea of her sneaking a suck at his cock while he was asleep was so sweetly lascivious that it made his tool jerk in her mouth.
Although she longed to feel his hot cream exploding in her throat, longed to taste the rankly beautiful cum as it shot from him, Arden stopped. She was dying for it, but not enough to expose this craving to Joe.
Quietly, she lay back on the bed, turned her back on her husband, and was still. Her pussy was on fire but she dared not finger-fuck herself. Not when Joe was so close to waking up. He loved her to be hot, but what would he think of a wife who jerked herself off?
Joe solved her problem for her.
He needed his energy for his first day on the job, selling houses for Seddon Company, but it wouldn't hurt him to go in there with a latent hard-on. When it came to buying a home, the woman usually had the say. And women sensed if a salesman was a real man or a dried-out old fart. It was a subtle thing, but Joe believed in it.
He pretended to awake, stretching, then turned to pull Arden to him. Her face was joyful, her kiss sweet and sloppy. He ran his tongue around hers and sucked hard. Her body flew against his, warm and smooth and soft.