Chapter 1
Tom was trying to get the studs of his formal shirt in place, but the sight of his wife was too distracting. They hadn't fucked for a while and he was rather horny. The stiff piece of meat in his pants was clearly visible and when his wife saw it she smiled, but continued dressing. Tom stopped messing around with the studs and walked over to her. Taking her in his arms from behind, he pressed the lump of his crotch against her firm ass.
"Not now, baby. We don't want to be late," she said.
"Who says we don't? Fuck them, anyhow."
"Besides, I'm almost dressed," Sally protested.
"Well, you can be undressed in a flash, especially if I help you." He began grabbing at her bra. "Come on, strip, I'll be waiting."
Tom pulled his clothes off in two seconds and hopped into bed. He watched as Sally slipped out of her evening dress and admired the way she looked. Sally was a sight to see standing there in her pantyhose and bra, but he could hardly wait for her to pull the underwear off and join him on the bed.
Sally reached behind her and unfastened her bra. Lowering her arms, she let the garment fall into her hands. Tom looked at her tits. They had only a hint of sag; her figure was almost the same with or without a bra. Her nipples were dark brown and big as silver dollars.
Sally went over to the closet and turned back to her husband to pull down her hose and panties. When her ass was bared, she stood there a moment longer, shaking out her hair. She did that just to tease Tom, and it worked. He was getting anxious to get his hands on her smooth, soft skin. Finally, she turned toward him and walked to the bed. Her heavy tits bobbed slightly with each step. Tom stared at her black pubic patch and the sight brought the memory of the pungent odor of her cunt.
Sally smiled at him as she slid between the cool sheets. They immediately wrapped their arms around each other, and Tom had the satisfaction of feeling his young wife's breasts press and flatten against his hard chest.
Sally crawled atop Tom, rubbing her cunt against his thigh as she kissed him passionately. Their tongues met and entwined. Tom shoved his tongue into her mouth and explored its depths. Sally tasted Tom's saliva. As they kissed, they began to breathe harshly as their passion mounted.
Tom's prick was getting harder and longer, and it was twitching wildly with every heartbeat.
Tom wrapped his fingers around one of Sally's tits and squeezed gently. Her nipple pressed into his palm. Relaxing his hold, Tom began caressing the soft flesh.
Sally reached down and took Tom's throbbing cock in her hand. She knew just how to handle a stiff cock without bringing it too close to coming. Wrapping her hand around the bloated head, she squeezed. The fat, blood-engorged bulb compressed instantly to its full size. She moved her hand down to his balls and lifted them gently. She rolled them around in the palm of her hand for a while before releasing them. Very slowly, she slid ' the loose skin on his cock up and down. Her fingertips pressed the soft tube that ran under his prick and she knew that hot cream would flow through it before very long.
Tom began to inch down her body, kissing her neck. As his lips and tongue traveled from her mouth to her tits, his hand moved over her stomach toward the hairy mound of her cunt. He rested his cheek on one warm jug. After poking a finger in her belly button, his fingers traced down to her curly pubic patch.
When Tom's fingers reached her crinkly hairs, he combed his fingers through them and then held her cunt-mound tightly in his hand. Pressing against the spongy tissue of her pussy, he felt the hot liquid ooze onto his fingers. He maneuvered his middle finger into the pink opening. The satin lining seemed unbelievably smooth. Her cunt opened to accept the probing digit, and Tom reached in as far as he could. His finger rotated all around the liquid-filled tunnel, massaging the walls of that dark cave. It was obvious that Sally was enjoying his fingering by the way she spread her thighs for him.
While keeping his finger in the depths of her snatch, Tom moved his thumb to the stiff little knob of her clit. He pressed the magic button and felt his wife's body tense with passion. Gently, he moved the nubbin in small circles against the pubic bone beneath it. Sally began moving her hips in a sensuous rhythm, and her moans became more intense. The slimy fluid was running from her cunt in greater and greater quantities, and flowing down the cheeks of her ass.
Lifting his cheek from her tit, he lowered his mouth onto one of her nipples. His soft tongue came out and met the hard, puckered skin.
Flicking his tongue quickly over the nipple caused it to become even harder. Tom sucked the rigid bud into his mouth, squeezing it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
"Harder, honey, bite it. Ohhhhhh," Sally groaned.
Tom knew just how hard she liked to have her tit sucked, but he liked to go easy, forcing her to tell him. When he began to nibble, Sally cried out in ecstasy, just as Tom knew she would. She was jerking the skin on his shaft up and down faster and harder.
Once again, Tom began to slide down his wife's body. His prick was pulled out of her hand as Tom ran his tongue down the middle of her stomach. Pausing to ream out her navel again, this time with his tongue, Tom was well on his way to her cunt. Sally knew where he was going and she shook in anticipation.
Tom. crawled between Sally's thighs and got into position to ream out her cunt. He began to kiss the skin around the hair and, sticking his tongue out, he licked the tender valley between her mound and upper-thighs. When he finally put his tongue in the nest of wiry hair, he felt drops of cunt-juice clinging there.
Pressing on toward the pink slit, the taste of cunt liquor filled his senses and made him plow through the hair quickly until his tongue was well into the parted lips of her cunt. Sally put her hands on his head and tried to pull him even closer to her drooling gash.
His tongue began to lash the slick interior of her cunt. Sally threw her head to one side and wrinkled up her face in an expression of intense pleasure. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the sensations that were being generated in her pussy by Tom's lapping tongue.
Twisting and turning his tongue, Tom licked all around in the deep tunnel and made the juice flow copiously. The bud of her clit was his next target. Withdrawing his tongue from the canal, he fluttered it so that the tip just brushed her stiff clit. Sally inhaled suddenly as a wave of sexual lust surged through her, and she lifted her knees higher to give Tom better access to her cunt.
He didn't want to bring her to an orgasm yet, so when it seemed that she was close, he took his tongue from her clit and began licking the inner-lips and canal again. By continually working his way back to her clit and tonguing the knob until she was ready to come. Tom brought his wife to a state of wild frenzy. Her body was buzzing with electric lust, but he kept her on the razor's edge.
When he thought she might come if he continued licking any portion of her cunt, he began to run his tongue around the perimeter of it again. Putting his hands under her thighs, he lifted them and pushed them even farther apart, exposing her asshole.
He held her that way for a few seconds as he feasted his eyes on the beauty of her opened crotch. He could see her erect clit and the puckered opening of her asshole. The whole area was glistening with the warm, fragrant cream that was leaking from her cunt.
Tom moved his face forward. He felt the wet thighs touch his cheeks and he put his tongue out. He reached her asshole and began to lick. Sally was kicking her feet in the air in desperation. When Tom put his tongue in the center of the pungent target and pushed, he managed to get about half an inch of tongue into that hot chamber.
"Ohhhh, that feels sooooo good. Ooooo-ohhhhhhhh!" Sally moaned.
Tom wiggled his tongue as much as he could in the tight grip of her hole. Letting her hips down, his tongue slipped out of her ass and back into her cunt. He began his licking technique again, but when he started working on her clit, Sally grabbed him under the arms and pulled him up over her body.
"Get in," she gasped. "Quick, stick it in me. Oh, fuck me, fuck me!"
Tom covered her body with his, and brought his prick up to her crotch. Sally grabbed his tool and guided it into her starving cunt. He drove his cock in to the hilt. After letting it lay still in her cunt for a second or two, he began pumping. Sally moved her hips in opposition to his, and every thrust brought his cock deep into her. With every lunge, she cried out with a loud gasp. Pulling their hips apart, the large rod appeared between them, almost to the fat head, and then disappeared up her snatch again.
As they pumped away at each other, they clutched each other's bodies and panted in each other's ear. Sally began moaning, her orgasm rapidly approaching. Tom kept plunging in the hot sheath of her cunt, and with each plunge, he got closer to ecstasy. Sally had been on the brink of coming for a long time now and she was moving in. Wrapping her legs around her husband's waist, she felt the orgasm exploding in her belly.
"I-I-H'm coming. Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh. Ahhhhhhh!" she screamed.
"Yeah, yeah. Me, Too. UWihhh!'' Tom cried.
Tom felt her cunt contract and grab at his prick as Sally came. His hot juice shot into her, filling her snatch with white heat. They didn't stop pumping until every drop of jism was squeezed from his cock and Sally's contractions had stopped. They were drained of energy and lust, and collapsed in a heap of sweaty flesh.
"Wasn't that worth being late to a party?" he asked.