Chapter 7
The day was clear and crisp as the slanting rays of the sun warmed the bedroom and awakened the sleeping pair.
Jim's eyes flickered open. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at Christine's lovely body. Her lovely golden hair spread across the satin pillow, framing her delicate face in a halo. He hated to wake her from her deep, untroubled sleep. He smiled as she rolled over, exposing her fleshy breasts to the warm sunlight.
He leaned over and kissed her nipple. She stirred. He kissed each of her eyes and they half opened. She put her arms around his neck and snuggled up to him, the warmth of her body almost making him forget the work that he had t do. He pushed her away gently.
"Come on lazy-up-I've got work to do."
"You're mean," she purred.
"I'll show you how mean I can be."
He pulled the covers from her and got out o bed.
She sat up. "You're the most terrible, meanest, ugliest man in the whole world!"
He laughed, throwing the blankets on the floor. "I'll see you in the shower," he shouted, leaving the room.
In a soft voice she added, "But I love you." She got out of bed. Every muscle in her body ached as she walked across the large bedroom to the bathroom.
After completing her douche, she got into the sunken, open shower with Jim. They soaped each other's bodies. Christine lathered his cock. It began to stir. Jim jokingly admonished her for her brazen ways and pushed her gently away from his hard-on. They playfully snapped their towels at each other's buttocks. Christine retreated into the bedroom. She lay down on the bed and looked longingly at Jim.
"Jim, massage me-I'm sore all over," she cooed plaintively.
He looked at her inviting body, spread sensually on the bed and knew better. "Oh, no-walk it off."
"It's your fault that I'm sore, you and that beast you have hanging there. It should be outlawed. It's a dangerous weapon-a menace to womanhood."
"Would you rather I kept it locked up?" he asked facetiously.
"I didn't mean that. I just said it was a menace. Please Jim, massage me, I really am sore."
"Okay," he sighed, "Roll over."
She did. He began to manipulate her tight muscles. She began to relax, the soreness began to dissipate. He did a thorough job from her shoulders to the soles of her feet.
"Now, the front."
He looked at her inviting pussy spread out before him. His cock was beginning to stir.
His hands kneaded her belly. He felt her hand slip around his already rigid cock and begin to work its massaging magic. It was too late-he was hooked.
"You bitch," he murmured lightly, lying down beside her. "You're the menace."
She leaned over and kissed his nipples as she stroked his cock firmly. She let her hand slide the full length of his muscle and he began to quiver. Slowly she trailed her tongue down the center of his body, stoping at strategic points to kiss and nip and suck. His cock grew larger and more rigid in her hand. When her mouth reached a point just above the start of his pubic hair, she switched her body around in a comfortable "69". His hands slipped between her legs and ran along her already moist lips. Her butt began to move to his fingering.
She raised her head and applied her mouth to the swelling cap. She let her tongue travel around the edge and dip into the little slit. She sucked the drops of lubricant that oozed to the taut surface. Her mouth widened and she had the head safely within the confines of her suctioning cheeks. Each time she slid up to the head, she went back down on it a little more. The head was scraping her palate and starting down her throat. She started to gag and decided there was no way in the world she could take it all in her mouth as much as she wanted to. She had to be satisfied with the mouthful she had and let her hand take care of the rest. Her head slid up and down as her hand wrapped around the lower part of the shaft, accompanying her head movement. The other hand fondled his loaded sac.
More and more his hip movements became animated as she increased her activity on his prick. The jism was stirring, beginning to spew out. He grabbed her by the thighs, spread her legs and placed her astraddle his face. His hands grabbed her by the cheeks of her ass and pulled down as his tongue slipped between her lips and attacked her tender clitoris. He could hear her muted sobs as he flayed the taut flesh.
They drove each other closer and closer to an orgasm, he with his face buried deep in her writhing cunt and she with her face impaled on his huge cock.
They ate each other ravishingly, gorging their appetites on the genitals of each other's body. They couldn't hold back any longer, and sure as hell didn't want to.
Christine pushed her cunt hard against his face as her twat exploded. She contracted her box and squeezed his face between her legs, making him dizzy as he licked her pussy-fluids. Her mouth was experiencing what her cunt had the night before. He rammed his cock up as the sperm spurted out in spasming bursts, hitting the back of her mouth and her throat like hot, stinging gushes of oil. She tried to swallow the salty flow, but it was too copious for her and the excess spilled over, out of her mouth and down the length of his cock.
He lay back, spent, her wonderful warm cunt nestled over his face. She milked his cock, savoring every last drop of his life-giving juice. Then she rolled to one side of him, her hand still clinging to the marvelous staff.