Chapter 8
Quite a few weeks went by, and the Logans and the Butlers didn't see each other much. Suddenly both families seemed to retreat back into themselves.
Dora found herself once again very occupied with the children. Gina came down with a cold, and then so did Larry and Suzy. Dora was wiping running noses and forcing orange juice down inflamed gullets.
In the Logan house, Mitzy suddenly found herself interested only in Ben. He had been acting so strangely ever since that last night with that young couple, the Phillips. Ben didn't seem to want to swing anymore.
When Mitzy asked him why not he only shook his head silently, and looked away from her as if he had a guilty secret.
Mitzy was looking at her husband more carefully suddenly. He was fifty, but he was a strong, healthy looking man. His large bald was so wise, Mitzy thought as she watched when he didn't know she was looking.
She saw him as he sat in the living room after dinner at night. He thumbed through his favorite journals, reading about engineering and world events. He enjoyed watching the cartoons with the children.
And Mitzy looked at her children. Suddenly they seemed so old and grown. Penny was a real young woman suddenly, and even Bill was a little man- so strong and sturdy and proud of himself.
She was alone in the house one day when she suddenly found herself peeping at herself in the mirror, and she put down a rag she was dusting with and took hold of the dresser and took a good hard long look at herself.
She saw a woman with reddish hair, dyed at the roots- but still she had good strong healthy hair and it fell in curls with body. She saw a woman's face, not a girl's, a woman's. It looked just like the face she remembered having as a girl, with all the same expressions too. But there were lines- care-worn lines and laugh lines, around the mouth and eyes.
Mitzy too suddenly didn't feel like swinging anymore. She didn't miss the evenings of outrageous sex. It seemed very far away, those days when she used to do that, with the Butlers.
She remembered how it all started, with Dora's timid confession that her sex life with Frank was not all she wanted it to be.
Mitzy remembered how her sexual life with Ben had been sort of watered-down back then too. How they had both been too tired every night and both gratefully settled down on opposite sides of the bed from each other, after one dry good night peck on the cheeks.
Now they spent long nights side by side, their bodies touching constantly, seeking each other out all night long. If one of them fell asleep, soon the desire of the other would awaken them, and they would recommence their lovemaking.
Mitzy's cunt was like a soft wet cradle, twenty-four hours a day.
Nights Ben would rock his prong into her.
What did they need the Butlers and swinging for?
Next door at the Butlers, however, things were not going as happily. Dora was confounded to find that suddenly she was jealous over her husband. He still insisted they keep swinging.
"Just because the Logans don't want to do it anymore doesn't mean we have to stop," he said.
"Yeah, but I'm sick of it. I want only you," Dora curled up in his lap and put her arms up around his neck. She rocked her boobs against his chest.
Frank stood up irritated letting her drop to the floor.
"Honey, it says in lots of books that men have roving appetites. I can't just eat the same pussy all the time. I've got to sample around, get the taste of many. You feel the same way, don't you remember?"
He put his arm around her.
"Now hustle off to the kitchen and fix me a snack," and he patted her butt Dora was pissed and she didn't know what to do.
She kept swinging with Frank. They found other couples nearby. And she took her pleasure where she could, cultivating the capacity to have an orgasm almost on command, at the behest of strangers.
But she kept a close eye on Frank. She observed closely the women who seemed to turn him on the most. She saw him lick his lips ravenously at a woman one night who wore nothing but a red feather boa.
Dora watched them writhing on the floor together, the boa writhing between them.
Another time she noticed how he was gone for a long long while with a blonde in a white mink and pearls. When he emerged from the bedroom he had shared with her, and for all the rest of that night, he was quiet and tired out, but there was a happy smile on his face.
Dora herself had found deep-teasing pleasure with a man who had an extremely long cock. She had never been fucked by such a long cock before- it must have been eleven inches. And never before had she felt how the slickness all the way deep inside her could be spread around her cunt so quick.
A man with a thick black beard had also really turned her on one night by his incredibly quick tongue-work on her inner thighs and across and in her cunt.
But through all this, Dora's one idea was to work on getting her husband back. She had introduced him to swinging to turn him on to herself, and it had worked for a while. Their private and swinging lovemaking after that had been intense and passionate.
But now he liked swinging better than he liked her.
She wished she could consult that dumb couple on TV that had given her the idea of swinging in the first place. How would they get her out of this one?
Dora tried to recall when Frank had changed, and she realized it had happened the night he had fucked that little girl who had never had an orgasm before.
One day towards the end of October, Dora was sitting at the kitchen table with Larry and Suzy and Gina. Their colds were over, and they were back in school. They had just come home from school and were carving out the pumpkins that Dora had bought for them that day at the supermarket.
"Did you hear about the boss party Penny and Bill are going to give for Halloween?" Gina said.
"Can we go? Can we go?" pleaded Larry and even Suzy too.
Just then Mitzy called and invited the children to stay over night. Her kids were holding a Halloween sleep over party for the younger kids of the neighborhood.
Dora was delighted at the idea.
All that week she worked on preparing costumes for the kids. Suzy and Larry were going to be little dogs.
On Halloween night she had little pajama suits for them with tails attached to the back and little ears and whiskers. They both looked adorable and were all excited about the haunted house party the big kids were giving next door.
Gina went as a gypsy. Dora looked at her anxiously and with love. She saw how well and grown-up her oldest child looked, in her low-slung white blouse and her raggedy gypsy skirt. Gina wore some of her mother's clip-on earrings and red lipstick and she carried castanets and tarot cards.
Frank was just coming home from work when the kids were leaving the house He admired their costumes and kissed them all lovingly.
"Bye Mom! Bye Dad!" The kids trooped off next door.
"You know something, honey?" said Dora going up to her husband and giving him an unusually warm welcome home kiss. "I'm really glad that it's the kids who are going over to the Logans for the night, and not us."
He laughed and went into the kitchen to fix himself a drink.
"I've fixed a very special dinner tonight, since we're going to be eating alone together. Why don't you take a shower first and make yourself more comfortable. Relax," Dora suggested.
Frank did as he was told.
While Frank was showering, Dora put the finishing touches on the dinner, checking the roast in the oven. She had decided to take tonight to try to win back her husband's love once and for all.
She had showered and made herself up earlier before he came home. Now all that was left was to dress.
She took out the blonde wig she had purchased and put it on. "Trick or treat," she hummed to herself.
She looked well as a blonde, she thought as she dabbed a little more eyeliner around her eyes.
She looked sort of whore-y, she decided. Maybe that was what turned Frank on. The cunt-y look. She laughed to herself to think how only a few months ago she hadn't even been able to say that word.
Then she slithered into a long white sequined gown with a very low bustline. She pulled on some high-heeled white shoes too and added a green feather boa around her neck and waist.
The food was all on the table and Dora was sitting in the living room sipping champagne out of a champagne glass when Frank came out rubbing his hair dry, asking where the blow drier was.
He stopped when he saw her and for a moment he didn't recognize her.
She pretended to look in another direction while he inspected her tits, hanging out of her gown, and her slithery figure, and the effect the blonde wig and black make-up had on her.
"Happy Halloween, darling," Dora said.
"Va-va-va-voom," said Frank and he turned around and disappeared again into the bedroom. When he came out a second time, he was dressed like a gambler. He wore a silver vest and a black shirt and tight black pants and a diamond stick pin in the lapel of his vest. He had slicked back his dark hair with some kind of pomade and he smelled of some musky cologne.
"Hey baby, when's dinner," he said.
"Anytime you want it sugar," she said.
They ate slowly, voluptuously, with their eyes pinned to each other.
The dinner was sort of a foreplay to lovemaking and they both knew it.
This time, Dora thought, there would be no other couples, no other women, none of the glitter and fanfare of movies or photographs or crowds. It would be just the two of them.
When they had satiated their appetites for food, Dora rose from the table.
"Let's just leave everything here and go into the living room and relax," she said.
She went into the living room and drew the curtains so the picture window was closed off from the world. She lit candles and started some slow drowsy, blue-sy music on the stereo.
Frank came up to her and asked her to dance.
They were dancing close, holding each other close, with Dora sort of riding on one of Frank's legs. She rubbed her crotch up and down his leg as they danced and she could feel herself getting wet.
Frank's cock was getting hard, too, she could feel.
Frank dipped her back over his knee and as she leaned back in the dance, he slipped his hand down the neck of her dress and felt her tits. They were smooth and fragrant.
Suddenly Frank picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.
She giggled and pretended not to know what was going on. "Put me down! Put me down!" she pounded his shoulders with her little fists.
He had her firmly with one hand around her back and one arm firmly around her firm butt.
He pinched her butt. "So you think you're going to seduce me?" he squeezed her tits.
"What do you mean? No!" she insisted. "I just wanted to fix you a nice dinner."
"Dora, what have you been up to all this time anyway?" asked Frank. "You liked it when I raped you that time way back at the beginning of all this. Didn't you? Didn't you?"
Dora smiled. "I don't know what you mean," she said. "No woman, no one, likes to be raped. No, I hated it when you forced yourself on me."
Frank kissed her on the mouth and bit her lip suddenly, savagely. "You he," he said.
He dropped her on the bed.
"Do you like me as a blonde?" she asked turning and shifting in bed in a sexy way.
"I like you as a cunt," he said.
Dora giggled.
"You like when I talk to you that way, don't you cunt?" Frank's dark hair gleamed in the bedroom over the bed. He was bending over her and lightly running his fingers over her thighs, breasts, and face.
"I like it if you like it Frank honey," Dora said.
"Don't be so fucking coy with me cunt. Just say you like it." He grabbed her wrists and held them up over her head, twisting them.
"Okay, okay, I like it," she said.
"That's better," he said letting her wrists go. "Now take off your clothes."
"Why don't you take them off for me?"
"Because I said to take them off yourself. What do you think I am, your servant?"
Dora unhappily began to pull down her dress. When she had it all off she lay back on the bed. Her breasts heaved as she breathed heavily. She didn't know why but she felt scared.
Frank was still dressed. He sat on her stomach and played with her tits. He was twisting her raisin-hard nipples.
Dora lay there, with little moans escaping from her lips as she felt the pain become greater than the pleasure. Finally she could stand it no longer.
"Frank, please stop. That hurts." She tried to twist away under him.
"You like it bitch. Don't twist away when I'm fucking you. This is part of the fuck, and you like it. That's why you got yourself all dressed up like a whore- so I'd fuck you and fuck you good, so don't twist away and tell me to stop."
Frank unzipped his fly and took out his bulging hard cock. He roughly moved his body up her, his ass grazing along her nakedness, until his ass was pressing against her tits and his cock was pointing at her mouth.
"Take it in your mouth," he said.
She grunted a little as she put the huge member in her mouth. She was licking the underside of his cock, and sometimes she beat back and forth on his cock head.
Frank was really getting off on this because, he had to admit, nobody knew what he liked as well as his wife did. When she beat her tongue back and forth against his cock head he felt his cock swell even more. He reached for her hands and placed them on his balls, instructing her to feel and squeeze them.
He was growing more and more erect and he started ramming his cock deeper into her mouth because she never took it in deep enough. He rammed it so that the shaft was stuck entirely in her throat, and her lips were rammed up against his cock hair. His balls bounced against her chin.
One more time like this and he knew he would come. He withdrew a little bit and prepared to ram.
But somehow she took this moment to slip her mouth out from around his cock and turn her head. Saliva was drooling out of her mouth.
"What did you do that for, bitch?" Frank slapped her face good and hard before he realized what he was doing. The rape notion was mostly just a game he was playing with her, because he could tell that this dirty talk turned her on.
But when he slapped her he meant it. She had turned away just when he was on point of shooting his wad.
"I was just about to come and you pulled your mouth off cunt."
"I'm sorry," she said. "I just couldn't suck you anymore. I needed to breathe." She turned and twisted her head trying to avoid his slaps.
"Stop it! Stop it!" she said.
"You're sorry. You're sorry." He mimicked her. "Sorry isn't good enough bitch. If you want to be a little cock tease, you'll get the full treatment that a cock tease deserves."
"Frank, what are you doing?" she screamed.
Frank had grabbed her wrists again and now he held them over her head with one hand while he continued to slap her face. He was looking down at her with distant interest, as if he were watching the news. He saw the red blood marks rise where his hand had hit her.
With one movement, he slipped his belt out of his pants and wound it around her wrists and pulled the knot tight. In another moment he had the belt tied to one of the posters of the bed.
She was starting to kick now with her legs and she was whipping the lower half of her body around on the bed. "Frank, let me go, now. This isn't funny."
"What are you going to do, call the police?" he laughed.
He moved back down her body to her pussy and he brutally stuck his fingers in though the lips of her pussy were still dry and closed. This pissed him off. She was always so fucking dry for so fucking long. The other women he had fucked in the last couple of months were always already wet at this point.
"Driest cunt in the east," he said. He stuck his fingers deeper in and felt the wetness at the bottom of her pit. He sluiced it up with his fingers. Now her cunt was wet the way he liked it.
She had settled down now, thinking she was just going to be comfortably fucked by her obedient little, house-broken husband. She wanted to play with fire, except she didn't want to get burnt. As Frank caressed her cunt, her pussy hps and the fleshy little wedge of flesh between her labia that turned her on, he grew madder and madder.
He wanted something different from her.
He felt with one finger of his hand the smaller slit of her anus. She hardly noticed his first tentative feel of this other hole, because she was getting off so much on the way he was bringing off her cunt. He could tell by the kind of moans she was making that she was close to coming. She kept moving her hips up so that her cunt slid up his finger. Her cunt wanted something to close around so that it could spasm and come.
"Do you like it honey?" he whispered evilly, pulling off his pants while he continued to caress her cunt, all the while, taking every occasion to sluice a little of her cunt juice down to her asshole.
"Mmmmmm, yes, don't stop," she whispered. He could tell she even really loved having her hands tied over her head.
"How much do you like it?" he asked her. He had taken some of her love juice and spread it on the head of his cock. Also he saw the first love drop of come appear at the tip of his prong and he spread this around too. He had never fucked his wife in the asshole before, and he knew she would be unprepared for this idea. However, there would be nothing she could do.
"I like it... oh, ooooh, I can't say how much," she writhed.
He slid a finger over her clit hard. Her clit was erect and wet and then, as she was responding to that, he stuck a finger in her anus.
He felt the shock of her body as it registered this new sensation.
"Honey," she had stopped writhing. "What are you doing?"
"Fucking you," he whispered.
He was twisting and turning his one finger in her tight asshole, and now he slipped another finger in her, stretching her out against her will.
"You wanted to turn me on and you have. You wanted to add some new zest to our sex life, and you have. You should be satisfied," he said, and now he had three fingers up her anus.
"No! No! No- I don't want to do that. Not that! Please now, honey, you didn't ask me about this!"
Frank didn't even bother to respond to this last remark of hers. He only laughed to himself. Ask her! What did she think she was. Just because she was married to him she thought she had special privileges that exempted her from all the things she didn't want to do. What did she think he had done with the blonde she was imitating tonight. Why did she think all those other women turned him on so much? Because they didn't pull rank and turn into frightened little woman as soon as he wanted to try something new.
He had three fingers squeezed into her and he had made her asshole fairly wet with the irrigation of her cunt juice. He imagined for a moment how deliciously tight it was going to be. Her cunt wasn't that tight anymore, not since the third baby.
He shifted his weight back for a moment and then sank his cock into her asshole. It only went in two inches.
She groaned and tried to pull her wrists out of the noose he had made with his belt.
"No! Now Frank, I'm not kidding now. I'm not playing. I don't like this and I want you to stop!"
He laughed and plunged again. This time he made another inch of her asshole his own.
He liked the feeling. She was so very tight. Her asshole reminded him of the way her cunt had been when they first got married, before the kids. Her ass grinded beneath him as he sank into her deeper.
He put his hands up to her bobbing tits and hefted them in his hands and stroked them to sort of soothe her.
When she had relaxed again and was responding to his caress of her breasts, he sank his cock deeper into her asshole again, and he gave her tits a vicious twist at the nipples.
"Frank what are you doing to me?" Tears were streaming out of her eyes now, falling in rivulets of mascara. She was really playing the part of victim now and he could see that she even enjoyed it.
He stuck his finger in her cunt and lit it on her clit. He stimulated her wedgy clit for a moment.
"Admit you like this. Admit you like feeling like a helpless victim. Admit you like feeling that I can do anything I want to you and you are helpless and must submit."
She shook her head. "No," she mouthed, "It's not true. I won't admit it."
Immediately he took his finger off her clit and out of her cunt.
"Well, if you don't like it I won't do it," he laughed.
The way she was writhing her hips he knew she was trying to seduce his finger back to her cunt.
He stubbed his finger again on her clit flesh and he felt a sudden great wetness in her asshole, as if the stimulation of her cunt had suddenly unleashed some kind of love juice in her asshole.
Now his cock was almost all the way in her asshole and he could slide it up and down with ease. He really loved the way it felt- so tight and secure. It was better than when she sucked him, it felt like a really tight mouth and he felt his cock bulging accordingly, to real excitement and stimulation.
He didn't know what came over him then but suddenly he found himself riding her like a wild bucking bronco.
He was sliding up and down in her asshole as if he were going over Niagara Falls, and he kept one finger in her cunt for that seemed to keep her juices going. He watched her upper torso writhe and her eyes, closed, had the flush of passion on them.
He felt her squeezing him even tighter with her sphincter muscles. It was as if she had decided that if he were going to go through with this, she might as well cooperate and then it would be over as fast as possible.
He found himself speeding along the highway of her asshole with no brakes on. He started plowing his cock into a pool of his own come, for he was filling her asshole up now with his love juice.
Her asshole tightened and squeezed around his cock, sucking his continually pouring come out of him.
The moment it was all out of him, he pulled out of her ass. His finger was still working in her pussy and she had been coming all the while. He could feel her frustration at having only one finger to come on, while her ass had been stuffed with what her cunt really craved.
He was so excited by the fucking that his cock hadn't really gone down yet. It was still hot and throbbing. He was able to insert it partway into her cunt, where it lay sort of resting, like an animal in its lair.
She was trying to move her hips so that her cunt could slide up his pole further, but his pole wasn't hard enough yet, and he didn't want to make love to her cunt with his cock yet. He just wanted to rest his cock in her cunt and let her think on what it would feel like when he was ready to fuck her.
She kept trying to slip up on to him with her cunt, and he was forced to slap her back into submission.
"Frank, I don't understand you," she managed to get out, as she recovered from the slapping he had given her face and breasts.
He liked the way fingermarks were coming out all over her breasts now as if she had been mauled by some kind of beast.
Even her flat belly was heaving now as she tried to catch her breath.
"You don't have to understand me. You just have to let me fuck you the way I say and we won't have any more trouble with our sex life. You seem to have the mistaken notion that you're supposed to be in control here, and that's where you're wrong."
"Of course. You're always right, Frank, right?" she said sarcastically.
"You better believe it, honey," he said with false sweetness.
Frank felt himself pervaded with a feeling which he recognized with shock as happiness.
With a few slaps and twists, he neatly rolled his wife over, underneath him, so that now she was lying beneath him on her stomach.
She groaned as the belt holding her wrists became even tighter.
"Pick up your hips, bitch. Stick your sweet little cunt meat up in the air so your loving husband can look at it. A man likes to see what kind of meat he's getting before he gets it."
He swatted her ass hard two or three times until his hand mark was visible there too, because she hadn't responded fast enough.
Now she had pushed her hips up in the air. Her breasts were hanging down to the sheets. Her cute butt, round and firm, was like a picture frame around her cunt meat which was hot and red and wet.
"Yeah, that's how I like it," he whispered.
Her hands were tied so she couldn't spread her cunt the way he liked his women to do it, so he did it himself. Her meat was hot on fire, even though he hadn't yet stuck anything in it except his fingers. It looked to him as if the ass-fucking job had really turned her on because her cunt was as wet and slimy as he had ever seen it. He sniffed and breathed in deeply the delicious smell of his wife's cunt in heat.
He teased her cunt with the head of his cock until she was so hot and writhing that she was pleading with him to stick his cock up her pussy.
"Please, Frank. Please. Put it in. Stop playing with me. Put it in!"
He laughed and plunged his cock in only about one inch. He was cock-hard again, and ready to blow into her anytime now, but he wanted to get her even hotter first.
He slid one finger back down to her asshole. "I think I like this slit "Oh no! Frank-- no! Not again!" She twisted her head around to look at him and the pleading expression on her face was truly pathetic.
Frank looked at the marks beginning to rise on her wrists from the tightness of her bonds.
"Admit you like it. Admit you like what I do to you. All of it."
He had one finger in her cunt and one in her asshole as if he were trying to make up his mind.
"I admit it! I do love it! I do! I do!" she said quickly. She was holding her breath as she spoke, adoring the feel of his finger on her love spot, fearing the plunge of his cock down her anus again.
"I knew you loved it," he said smiling.
And his fingers slipped under her body and found her breasts, as he stretched out on top of her and plunged his cock deep down into her craving wet pussyhole.
Dora moaned with ecstasy. Finally, all her scheming had worked. Her husband was fucking her like he had never fucked her before.
Meanwhile, at the house next door, the Halloween party was going full swing. Penny and Bill had invited all their friends, young and old. The older kids were helping the younger ones bob for apples and pin masks on themselves for pin the tail on the donkey. Ben, watching on, felt pervaded by a warm happiness of which he did not know the source. He guessed it came from seeing the way his children were so happy and in seeing how many friends they had and what nice kids they all were.
Everyone was in costume of course. And Ben and Mitzy had joined in the fun. Ben was dressed up like a pirate with a black patch over one eye and a red bandana around his head. He also wore knickers and a torn shirt, and he had even tied one leg up behind him so that he gave the appearance of having only one leg. All the little kids really liked that and asked him how he did it. He wouldn't tell but after a while his knee really began to throb and he had to take it down.
Mitzy was dressed up as a can-can dancer. She had spun off her little sewing machine a frou-frou dress with rows of ruffles and she wore black net stockings underneath, held up by a frilly black garter belt. She also wore a red and black bodice that kept some of the teenage boys at the party staring at his wife's fine sculpted white tits, cradled in their bodice, and he felt angry, and jealous and proud that he was their sire.
Mitzy was drinking from a bottle in the kitchen and she started getting a little wild. She started doing the cancan on the coffee table in the living room.
The kids wanted to turn out the lights to tell ghost stories, and when they had, Ben took the opportunity to sneak up behind Mitzy and put his arm around her waist. He pulled her off the coffee table, holding his hand over her mouth so that her gleeful screams were muffled.
"Help! I'm being abducted by a pirate!" she giggled.
He dragged her off into the bedroom feeling like a caveman.
Inside their bedroom he suddenly felt himself flushing with the wine he had been drinking earlier.
His wife looked so lovely, lying on the bed, with her legs slightly parted, her hps also parted, the white of her thighs above her stockings fleshy and soft. He drew his fingers now over this white fleshy exposed part.
He loved to feel the furry bush at the top of her legs. She was sleeping now, or so it seemed and he was hard. He wanted to make love but he didn't know if it was right to do it while she was asleep.
He tickled her bush to see her reaction.
She moaned softly in her sleep and her legs parted a little more.
Ben smiled to himself. She wasn't asleep, she was only fooling.
He leaned over her and called her but there was no answer. He lifted her eyelids and saw that they did indeed look as if they were the eyes of a sleeping person.
But her legs were parted wide for him, and he figured- why not?
His fingers returned to her bush and he took the daring move now of finding she was already entirely wet as if someone else had been stimulating her for quite some time.
His finger slipped all the way into her pussy just because it was so wet. He wiggled his finger back and forth and again the thighs seemed to part of their own will.
He felt the large fleshy clit that he knew so well, and he was suddenly intoxicated by the smell of cunt. He lowered his mouth to the deep rich-smelling source of the smell. He thought of how a woman's pussy is like a delta, rich and fertile.
His tongue hit her sensitive pussy flesh and he watched the lips of her pussy open now of their own accord, merely at the touch of his tongue.
He was sinking his face deep into her cunt now and licking freely at her cht, at her cave, at her pussy walls, at anything his tongue could reach.
She was reaching out for his head now with her hands. She was rubbing his ears and neck and hair with her hands, and at the same time directing his licking deeper and deeper into her cunt.
"Your fingers, put your fingers in me too," she whispered.
He looked up at her from her pussy and he saw a woman, beautiful and mature, leaning back on the bed, eyes closed in ecstasy, the blush of passion on the eyelids. She was certainly awake now.
He did as she had requested, sticking two fingers into her cunt.
He felt his hard cock lying beneath him. It felt caged and he wanted to free it from the weight of his body and put it in the weightless state that a cock experiences in a fine cunt.
Keeping his head right where it was in her cunt, he swung his shoulders and then the rest of his body around until his groin was lying parallel to Mitzy's head. Mitzy's searching fingers found his cock and she guided it to her own mouth.
Now he was feeling the ecstasy of her able tongue, licking down the shaft of his cock from the head to the base, in long hard, seducing strokes. She was working on his imagination, reminding his cock of the duty it was to perform. She was calling the come up from the depths of his balls.
She moved her mouth down to his balls and slipped one of them, then the other in her mouth, while her hands slid up and down on his penis. He felt his balls gently squeezed and rolled around in her tender mouth.
Then she returned her attentions to his cock. She continued the stroking with her tongue but now she added a sucking motion that her whole mouth was involved in. As she slid her mouth up and down on his pole, she let his cock penetrate her mouth and throat deeper and deeper each time.
He felt the sweet delight of the head of his cock, wide and wet and thick, banging against the back of her throat and then sinking down and in a little bit more, before she jerked him out, only to bang him down into her again.
He was starting to feel his rocks rise. It would be soon. So soon.