Sandy Pitt put the phone gently back in its cradle, tears brimming to her eyes. He was coming home! They had released him already! At 9:00, and it was now 9:30! Any minute he’d walk in the door of their apartment.
A feeling of tremendous relief rushed over the sobbing young wife as she gave vent to the terrible feelings which had convulsed her ever since she had received Harry’s constrained phone call from the police station on Friday night. The weekend was like a nightmare to her! There was no one she could turn to. Her parents were far away in Detroit, and the one or two friends she had she felt she didn’t know well enough to tell them what had happened. The hours seemed interminable. She had forced herself to eat, but had given up after a few mouthfuls. She couldn’t sleep, and had desperately tried some mild sedatives, which somehow only seemed to make her more jumpy than ever. Several times she had called the police station, but they firmly refused to let her speak to her husband.
Terrible visions rose up in her mind of Harry being flung into a dirty, crowded cell, maybe even victimized by the other inmates. Worse still, accused of something terrible which of course he didn’t do. And all because of that stupid demonstration!
“You can’t put him in jail just for speeding!” she’d almost yelled at the policeman, who’d answered the phone when she called first thing on Saturday. But they could and did, with a few choice remarks about guys who were speeding and giving them something else to do when their hands were already full.
Sandy felt full of an unreasonable dislike for the demonstrators, whom she had seen on television. Normally, she felt somewhat in sympathy with their views, although of course, she kept this well hidden from Harry, who harbored no such sentiments, but now she cold-heartedly wished them all in jail. To make matters worse, in her eyes, the demonstration had been remarkably peaceful, and except for a few scattered and very minor incidents, the police had nothing to do but keep watch. If there had been a lot of rioting and fighting, Sandy reasoned, there might be some justification for Harry being in jail, but she didn’t even have the solace of that.
But now, it was all over, and Harry was released. She could hardly wait to see him again. The weekend was like an eternity, and she missed him all the more because since their marriage, her whole existence was centered on him. He was her lifeline to the outside world, and she was temporarily cut off, a frightening experience. She knew she shouldn’t be so dependent on him, but assured herself that once she was used to the married state, and things were running smoothly, she could afford to develop other interests. But Harry came first and foremost. She could still hardly believe that they were actually married! She had been amazed when he, the college senior, had deigned to notice her, just out of high school. But he had, and had fallen in love with her. From the moment she set eyes on him, she knew he was the man for her, and that she wanted nothing more than to marry him. And so she had got her way, and she was happy… wasn’t she?
Yes! Yes! her mind proclaimed. She had everything she wanted – a lovely apartment, a wonderful husband, lots of free time to cook wonderful dishes, and do the needlepoint she loved to do. She knew it was rather an old-fashioned hobby, and her girlfriends used to laugh at her for it, but Harry had been delighted when he found out, and loved to point out the cushion covers and napkins she had worked. Yes, everything was perfect, except for…
She couldn’t help expressing a sigh of disappointment at the realization that the intimate side of marriage was not all she had hoped it would be. In fact, the first night, which she had looked forward to so eagerly, and planned in such detail, turned into a terrible fiasco, which gave her a twinge of terror every time she thought about it. And things hadn’t improved. She had a feeling it was all her fault, but she couldn’t help it. Harry was more experienced than she, who had no experience at all, and she couldn’t help feeling that he should be more patient and explicit with her. She had reconciled herself to the knowledge that in the past Harry had sexual relations with other women, and had nurtured the hope that he would be able to initiate and guide her all the better because of that. But sometimes, she got the impression that he was impatient with her timidity and her restraint, which she felt was only natural.
With a little sigh, she turned her attention back to the wall design she was stitching, which she was going to have framed and sent to Harry’s mother in Rockford. Things will work out. I know they will! she assured herself, almost fiercely, as she began to place the intricate little stitches, her ear attuned for the sound of her husband’s homecoming.
Harry pressed the button for the seventeenth floor and watched the automatic doors close in front of him. He was alone in the elevator, and a little in awe of the sumptuousness of the building. Somehow, he had never imagined Jeff living in a beautiful high-rise like this one, right on Lake Shore Drive. Of course, now that he thought about it, Jeff had kept himself impeccably clean and tidy while he was in the cell and seemed to have a real love of luxury. I wouldn’t mind living here myself! Harry grinned as he stepped out on the seventeenth floor, and made his way along the luxuriantly carpeted floor to Apartment Number 1708, where the Greens lived. Harry still hadn’t got used to being a free man, and wondered what former convicts, who had spent years behind bars, must feel like after emerging. He knew for sure he wouldn’t take his freedom for granted again, the way he did before the weekend. He felt like crying with relief when the guard had come and told him he could go. He was so jubilant for a moment, that he forgot about his friend Jeff who was still being detained.
“Don’t worry about me,” Jeff had assured him, “it won’t be long now till something happens.”
Harry felt deflated at that, wondering what it must be like to have no notion of when you would be released.
“It’s Ann I’m worried about, though,” Jeff had continued, “They don’t let her visit me as yet, and she must be going out of her mind with worry. Of course, she phones and finds out how I’m doing, but that’s not the same thing!”
“If you like, I’ll go and see her,” Harry heard himself suggesting, “and let her know you’re okay.”
“Would you?” Jeff’s face was visibly relieved. “It would really set my mind at rest, and I know it would do Ann the world of good to get the word firsthand more or less!”
“I'd be glad to!” Harry assured him gallantly.
“I'd really appreciate it, old buddy,” Jeff thanked him, squeezing his hand in a tight handshake.
As soon as he had stepped out on the pavement, Harry decided to go visit Mrs. Green, give her her husband’s message, and then hurry home to spend the whole day, and night, with Sandy. He wondered briefly if he should call his wife, and let her know he was on his way, but decided against it. I’ll surprise her, he smiled to himself…
He rang the bell to No. 1708, his mind still full of his wife, and how glad he would be to see her. He hoped she’d be happy to see him too, and maybe they could start anew. Perhaps the weekend he’d spent away in jail would be like a purging, giving them a chance to make a fresh start…
“Hello! Can I help you?” A rich sultry voice broke in on his thoughts, and Harry looked up to find himself confronting the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life. For a moment, he could just stand there, staring at her open-mouthedly, his eyes widening as he took in the full voluptuousity of her spectacular figure, clad strikingly in a tight red sweater and clinging black toreador pants.
After a moment, his voice returned to him and he gulped a reply.
“Y-yes, I’m Harry Pitt… I’m… I’m a friend of Jeff’s!”
“Well, come in, Harry,” the gorgeous raven-haired woman chuckled, “I’m always glad to meet a friend of Jeff’s!”
Harry followed her into the apartment, and his eyes stared in disbelief as they took in the utter sumptuousness of the living room. A long low couch ran the length of one wall, and was matched by several occasional chairs of the same modern style, all covered in a restful beige material. A stunning marble and wrought iron coffee table was placed in front of the couch, and the beautiful dark wood parquet floor was almost covered by a deep shaggy rug in off-white, made from some exotic animal which Harry couldn’t. place. It’s wool was almost like Astrakhan but somehow longer and even curlier From the splendor of the rug, Harry’s attention was drawn to the magnificent window, really a solid glass wall, which gave a breathtaking view out onto Lake Michigan, with Lake Shore Drive and the verdant expanse of Lincoln Park below. Harry had never seen an apartment like it. If his lovely hostess noticed his astonishment, she didn’t show it.
“Won’t you sit down?” she suggested, gesturing to the sofa, “and I’ll fix us a drink. Will Scotch be all right?”
Mrs. Green disappeared into the kitchen and Harry sank down on the couch. He was beginning to wonder if he should have come. His wife didn’t seem to be too worried about her husband, and he wondered for an agonizing moment if Jeff had been playing a trick on him. But Mrs. Green reappeared and dispelled his doubts.
“It was very good of you to come and see me. You know, I’ve been very lonely since Jeff’s been in jail!” she explained, handing him a glass.
“Here’s to us both!” the dazzling older woman smiled, raising her glass, and they both took a deep sip of their Scotch.
“Now, tell me,” Mrs. Green said, looking at Harry from under thick dark lashes, “how is Jeff?”
Harry, setting down his glass on the coffee table, told her all about how he himself came to be in prison, and related to her how worried Jeff was about her.
“I hope he gets out soon, Mrs. Green,” Harry said earnestly, finishing his drink. He was surprised to find out how relaxed he was feeling, quite at home in fact.
“I do too, and please, Harry, do call me Ann!” She smiled quixotically as she refilled their glasses… As the strong liquor warmed Harry right to the bone, he discovered that he really liked Ann and felt a sort of rapport with her, so much so that he began to confide in her about Sandy and the depressing line their marriage was taking.
“You see, she’s so young and innocent… she didn’t really know what to expect!” he was explaining, the Scotch loosening his tongue considerably.
“Yes,” Ann agreed, her large blue eyes fixed unwaveringly on him, “it’s really a shame. I do think that girls should have more experience in that sort of thing before entering marriage!”
“Well, I don’t!” Harry retorted with sudden vehemence. “Even if it has its drawbacks, I’m glad Sandy was a virgin when I married her. In fact, if she…”
“Oh come now,” Ann teased, “a little experience never hurt anyone. I take it you are quite experienced yourself!”
Harry found himself blushing.
“Of c-course,” he stammered, “but it’s different with a man! A man is expected to – well, to know about these things!”
“Oh really?” Ann taunted, a curious glint in her eye.
“Sure, so that he can teach his wife, show her how to respond…”
“Well, all I can say is, with all your experience,” Ann smirked, “you don’t seem to be doing a very good job!”
Harry’s face was crimson now. How dare she leer at him like that? Make insinuating remarks about his sexual ability? He had a good mind to show her a thing or two …
Ann was sitting very close to him, and suddenly, Harry felt her hand burning into his thigh. His head was spinning slightly and he began to have difficulty focusing his eyes, but he was able to determine that her face was very close to his.
“I could teach you a few things that would really help you out!” she was whispering, her lips barely brushing his flaming cheek.
“W-what?” he gasped, his mouth hanging open in profound amazement. “W-what do you mean?”
“Here, let me show you…” she breathed, and then her hand slid up the length of his thigh and brushed against the flaccid flesh of his genitals!
Harry nearly yelled out at the intensity of the feelings which coursed through him at her touch, and as suddenly as it happened, she had withdrawn her hand again and was sitting a little away from him on the couch, looking demure and innocent. Had he imagined it all? Her whispered insinuations, her lewd touch? Had his weekend in prison made him over-imaginative? What was going on?
“Ann, I…“ he began helplessly. He meant to have it out with her, get to the bottom of her strange behavior, show her that he wasn’t a puppet to be played with at her will. But somehow, he couldn’t go on. He could barely look at her. His prick was awakened by her electrical touch and was now fermenting against his thigh in an agony of frustration, and against his will, his brain was writhing with a series of lewd images which tormented him with their unadulterated lust. He felt that he must be going mad, losing his grip completely. What could he do? He should leave! Yes, he’d get up and leave right now…
Determined, he turned to face Ann, his words of farewell dying on his lips as his eyes widened in sheer astonishment and his mouth hinged open like a broken door. She was oblivious to him, leaning back against the couch, and her hands were furiously manipulating the full ripe mounds of her breasts! Harry stared in disbelief as her fingers expertly kneaded the pliant flesh through the soft cashmere of her sweater, her lips parted, her eyes half-closed and glazed with excitement. Through her fingers, Harry could see the clear outline of her nipples thrusting against the soft fleece, and wondered for a thrilling second, if she was wearing a bra. She was grinding her hips into the seat of the sofa, rotating them in a pagan rhythm of her own. He stared, mesmerized, unable to do anything but feast his eyes on the amazing sight of the beautiful woman churning under self-induced pleasure.
After a moment, her eyes opened and she was smiling at him.
“Harry, I think we can really have fun together… “ she rasped, leaning a little closer to him.
“Ann,” he said resolutely, “I’ve really got to go!” He began pacing up and down, not looking at her, determined to make his speech. “Sandy is expecting me. She’ll be worried and…
“Harry…” his name sounded hoarse and lascivious. He looked up and all color drained from his face as he saw that Ann was standing in front of him, her hands on her hips, wearing only her toreador pants and a bra. She had taken off her sweater! Harry’s eyes were dimmed momentarily from focusing harshly on the curvaceous valley of her twin orbs, creamy and full and gently heaving encased in a light red bra, a mere strip of frail lace. He could barely make out the darkening circles of her nipples through the filigree and he thought he could see them burgeoning into hardness under his very gaze.
Without a word, Ann reached back with her hands and Harry continued to gape in disbelief as he watched the soft red undergarment fall away, revealing to his startled stare the ivory globes of her perfect breasts, the rosette nipples like ruby spears at the top of the snowy peaks.
Harry was rooted to the spot, unable to move. His first impulse was to leave, not to get caught up in anything he might regret later, but somehow, Ann had woven a spell over him, and he was entangled in the gossamer of her charm, unable to break free. He was a prisoner, held by the mastery of her incredible actions. Now she was humming a little tune, with a catchy air that Harry didn’t recognize, and her whole body was gyrating in time to her own melody. Her hands had reached up and were fondling the smooth flesh of her pulsating breasts, running the brown berries of her nipples through her long sinewy fingers, drawing out their turgidity to incredible hardness. As Harry continued to stare dumbfounded, her hands fell once more and blinking with incredulity, he watched as she pulled down the side zipper and began to ease the slinky pants over her graceful hips, slipping them down past her knees, finally stepping out of them altogether, before standing there unabashed, wearing only a pair of brief red panties that matched the bra she had just discarded. Her small waist was emphasized by her womanly hips which in turn fell to shapely tender thighs, but Harry’s eyes were riveted solely on the dark thatch between her legs, barely visible through the red lace. His eyes were drawn as though by a magnet to the enticing spot, and he felt that the intensity of his stare must be burning a hole in her panties. As if thoroughly aware of his thoughts, Ann dipped her fingers inside the tops of the panties and with agonizing slowness, began to draw them down over her thighs, until they slipped to the floor where she nimbly discarded them. She was completely naked! Harry felt as if he was in a dream. He was standing in front of a completely nude woman, the most beautiful he’s seen in his life, and her perfect body matched the wonder of her incredible face. With a final wanton gesture, Ann released the pins that held her raven tresses in place and they cascaded down over her shoulders, giving her the look of a rare Renoir beauty.
“Yes, Harry,” she was beginning to croon, as her hands raced up and down her statuesque body, thrilling her visibly, “I think we’re really going to get along… I’m so anxious to give you the benefit of my experience, so that you can help out little Sandy… although I’m sure a handsome guy like you can’t have much to learn… I’m really sure you know how to please a woman, a real woman, that is… don’t you… don’t you, Harry?”
A gurgled sound came by way of a response from Harry. ‘He was speechless. He was defenseless. He wanted to leave, at least he thought he did, but there was something about this woman… in another minute, all self-control would be gone and he wouldn’t be responsible for his actions! But, God! He couldn’t do this to another man’s wife, not a buddy who had trusted him to come and comfort her while he suffered all alone in a jail cell
“Oh, yes, Harry,” she continued to drone, “I really can’t wait for you to show me how good you are in bed… you would like to get between my legs and fuck me, wouldn’t you? Yes, I can tell you would…”
The lewd word was the spark that threw his resolve aside and ignited the volcano of his mounting desire and with an almost inhuman moan, he moved towards her, propelled like an automation to the object of his passion. It seemed to him that Ann was looking at him with something akin to triumph in her deep blue eyes, but he wasn’t sure, because the nearness of her maddened him as his arms reached out and clasped her palpitating naked body towards him, and his lips ground down on hers, forcing them apart, his tongue pushing eagerly into the hot cavern of her mouth. Her tongue was eager too and tripped lightly around his, whipping up a foam of warm saliva as the two organs entwined. He could feel the hardness of her erect nipples digging into his chest and she was churning her vaginal mound against his thigh with increasing fervor.
“Oh, Ann… “he murmured, his lips tracing a hot wet path over her neck, down the hollow of her throat, lower still to orally caress the soft downy tops of her opalescent breasts.
He drew in his breath suddenly as once more her hand reached insistently down and began to stroke the hot throbbing pulsation of his prick in feverish rhythm. He thought he’d go crazy from her tingling touch and clasped her even tighter to him in a bear-like embrace.
“Your cock feels good… so big and hard…” her voice was hoarse and insistent and the lewd compliment sent shivers of forbidden pleasure coursing up and down his back. Inexplicably, at that moment, a memory of the photograph he’d seen of Mrs. Green came back into his dazed brain, and he recalled how it had strangely excited him, had set his entrails churning with an unknown sensation. Now he knew what it was. Her supreme animal sensuality which he was observing and experiencing now had transmitted itself into the photograph, electrifying everyone who looked at it! What a woman! his brain exclaimed as he felt her deft fingers draw down the zipper of his pants, and then his tormented prick was free, cleaving the air like a giant python, red and angry looking. He heard Ann draw in her breath as her fingers tested the huge circumference of it, and his own flesh tingled incredibly from her cool electrifying touch. Her fingernails scraped titillatingly along the quivering skin, abrasively thrilling the heated surface, and he couldn’t suppress the moans of pleasure which issued incoherently from his lips. His balls felt heavy and bloated, writhing with the scalding weight of their precious liquid as they dangled beneath his heavily pulsating hardness.
Without being aware of it, Ann had led him over to the long low couch and now she was lying back on it, her thighs spread invitingly open, her breasts heaving, their porcelain flesh translucent in their passion. Her face was clouded with a haze of desire and her open lips offered scintillating invitation to the lust-wracked young husband. Moaning savagely, he flung himself on her as he angrily stripped away his clothes, already in disarray, and felt the first contact of his own naked flesh on hers.
“Oh Christ Ann,” he murmured hoarsely, “I want to fuck you… oh God how I want to fuck you…”
“Yes! Harry, Yes! Let me show you some things you never dreamed of… things your wife has never shown you…” Ann’s breathing was heavy and labored as she strained her body to unite with his.
SANDY! His wife’s name struck a thundercord in Harry, leaving him feeling numbed and paralyzed. God, what was he doing? What had come over him to think of making love to another woman? What would Sandy say when she found out? And she was bound to. With her quiet intuitive way, she’d know as soon as she saw him what he had been up to. He hadn’t called her, hadn’t even thought about her in the past hour! Oh God, what kind of a husband was he?
Ann sensed his hesitation, and a thin smile curved her lips. She knew what was on his mind. She had purposely mentioned his wife, knowing it would upset him. She couldn’t help it, really. it was all part of the fun of seducing a fairly innocent young man, still crazy about his wife and caught up in all kinds of moral dilemmas. Not that they stayed that way for long; she took care of that. And this one was particularly handsome, she thought, her eyes trailing appreciatively over his muscular form. Jeff sure picked a good one this time, she smiled to herself. I must remember to really thank him.
Harry’s face was an agony of indecision. He didn’t think he could hold his head up again, much less face Sandy, if he went through with this, but oh God, how could he stop himself? Ann’s body was a miasma of overwhelming passion, drawing him irrevocably into its depths, and he couldn’t escape from it! He just couldn’t! And he didn’t want to!
Ann’s fingers had tightened on his excitedly throbbing cock goading it into almost inhuman feelings, and suddenly, all discretion flew from his brain and his body became an inferno of raging fire. His hands reached down and without preamble, roughly drew apart her slender glossy thighs, forcing them brutally apart, revealing the shimmering dark triangle of her hungrily pulsating cunt. He could see the faint pinkness of it, glimmering between the thick, swollen outer lips, thinly covered with softly curling wisps of pubic hair. He could see the small, star-shaped opening pulsing gently, surmounted by the tiny bud of her eagerly throbbing clitoris, and he could barely detect the fluted edges of the tiny inner lips. He ran the tip of his tongue over his parched dry lips as his bulging eyes took in the enticing sight before him. Aware of his urgency, Ann began to draw the heated length of his pounding cock towards the waiting mouth to her quivering body, and she jerked back as the hard rubbery head touched the fragile flesh of her nakedly quivering pussy. Harry was electrified by the titillating touch of her open cunt against his blood-engorged penis, and eagerly, he rotated the heavy shaft against the softly clinging tendrils of membrane. But he was past the point of playing. The call of her heavily scented body was too strong to deny, and her waiting cuntal cavern was the most potent of lures. Dropping his hands again, he slowly drew back the swollen outer flanges of her vagina fully revealing the tender walls of her hotly trembling pussy. The smoothly rounded head of his elongated rod was poised now at the thin, vertical mouth up between her open thighs, and Harry hesitated, holding it there for a moment, savoring this final moment before his ultimate victory. Then, with a moan, strangled in his contracting throat, he rammed forward with all his pent-up strength.
“Aaaaaaaaaggghhhhhhhhh…” Ann’s voice was high-pitched and hoarse as she felt the sharp penetration of his rock-hard member as it cleaved apart the fragile outer flesh and inserted itself mercilessly in the soft vaginal sheath.
“… nnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhh…” she moaned in lewd welcome as he continued to plow forward, his fingers like eagles’ claws on her thighs. Relentlessly, he surged forward, his thick pounding cock strong and unyielding as he continued on its lustful journey.
“Hhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…” she gasped again as he finally hit bottom, the spongy head firmly implanted against the opening to her cervix, his writhing balls wedged between the soft velvety cheeks of her upturned ass, his dark pubic hairs mingling with her own soft raven ones. He had buried his virile young prick to the hilt in her hot tight vaginal cavern!
‘‘Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh… mmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnn…” Ann sighed as she wriggled her hips slightly, trying to adjust to his considerable size.
“Ooooooh god, baby, your cock feels good inside me… as good as I knew it would…” she murmured as the tightly clinging walls of her vaginal sheath flowered open to accommodate his driving hardness. She had to admit to herself that she was a little astonished at how big he was, and how completely he filled her, more than anyone else in a long time. She felt a rush of gratitude towards this young man who was beginning to give her such pleasure, and she was doubly determined to pay him back manifold in return.
Slowly, Harry began to withdraw, his hands still dug convulsively into her thighs, steadying her in place, while he slipped the ponderous length of his weapon inch by inch from her widening channel. His mind and body were united in a ferment of uncontrolled lust and all his being was concentrated on the act he was performing. A still lingering sense of unreality gave his movements the motion of an automaton but the exquisite darts of pleasure which were jolting him from head to toe, titillating his nerve endings unbelievably, were far from unreal. He began to establish a rhythm, sweeping into the voluptuous body beneath him with long hard deep strokes, before pulling evenly out once again. The tip of his granite-hard prick rubbed teasingly against the pliant tissue of her cervix as he rammed into her and Ann could feel the webbed underside of his lust-inflated cock grating against the tender membrane of her vaginal sheath as he withdrew, leaving just the bulbous head still buried teasingly inside the elastically clinging circle of her cuntal orifice.
Ann’s hands reached up and clasped themselves around the young man’s shoulders as the tempo of their fucking increased, and her voice emitted a long low series of animalistic mewls. Her head was thrown back, her upper lip drawn tautly over her even white teeth, and her eyes were hazy and heavy-lidded with desire. Her breasts, firm and creamy were jiggling from the force of their violent churning, and Harry could see a thin rivulet of faint perspiration trickling down the soft smooth valley between the alabaster globes. She was thrusting her pelvis up against his, returning jerk for jerk, and her thighs seemed to splay open even wider, allowing him even greater access to her fiery body. Her legs shot up and her ankles locked around his lower back in a maniacal hold as she ground her hotly throbbing loins feverishly against his down-pounding loins.
“Oh Harry…” she breathed in harsh racking sobs, “that’s it… that’s how to fuck me…”
She was like a being possessed, and Harry had never known anyone like her. Her complete entity was given over, body and soul, to the fucking she was giving and receiving and her total abandon to the act was obvious in the pleasure she was experiencing in every fiber of her being.
Her half-open mouth, the lips red and inviting, drew Harry magnetically and he ground his mouth against hers, feeling the heated vibrancy of her kiss as she clung to him, inviting his tongue to dip into her buttery orifice the way his engorged penis was burrowing into her equally eager pussy.
Their bodies were fusing together as they rocked and bucked against each other in perfect unison, joined as one from mouth to crotch, a perfect blend of masculine and feminine. Gone was the aura of unreality; Harry was experiencing every second of what was happening with startling clarity, and he realized without a doubt that this was the best fuck he’d ever had, by far. Ann was all woman, there was no question of that, and oh God, how good it felt after… after Sandy, he had to admit, who wasn’t, who wasn’t quite a woman yet. He was surprised, in a detached sort of way, that the recollection of his young wife at such a moment as this did not cause him as much as a twinge of guilt. In fact, nothing mattered, not even Sandy. All that was of importance was the fact that Ann was a hot, sensuous woman and he was a man, and they were together!
Ann’s body was aflame with sensations, a body attuned to receiving physical pleasure. She had missed Jeff’s lovemaking, and she knew that her husband knew exactly what he was doing when he had sent Harry to her. And she herself certainly didn’t have any complaints about that! Oh, dear heaven, no! This was proving to be the best screw she’d had in a long time, and she was going to make the most of it while it lasted.
Harry was amazed by the tornado he had invoked in Jeff’s wife’s lovely body, and he was feeling pleasure he hadn’t known in a long time as his blood-distended cock plunged again and again into her greedily clasping vagina, and his heavy, sperm bloated balls slapped lewdly against the crevice of her ass from the force of his in thrusts.
“Ooooooohhhhhh… it feels so good… now stick your finger in my ass, Harry… do it now…” Jeff’s wife’s lewd demand rang out, and Harry no longer daunted by her bizarre words, and rendered robot-like by the power of her body, obediently groped downward with his hand, feeling the warmth of the valley between the velvety cheeks of her smoothly rounded backside. The tip of his forefinger circled around the tightly puckered hole of her anus, before probing experimentally at it. It felt unyielding and rubbery, and Harry, guided by the lascivious moans his illicit stroking was causing, suddenly plunged his finger forward, sinking it almost to the first knuckle in the elastic little circle.
“Owwwww… ooooohhhhhh… yes! yes!…” Ann gasped, momentarily stung by the pain. But after a minute, she began to screw her rectum onto Harry’s sunken digit, forcing her tight back passage down onto the hard bony column, until it was gradually imbedding itself in her dark interior. Finally, he had sunk it to the hilt, and Ann expelled a low moan of pain.
“Aaaaaaaaagggghhhhh… it hurts! Oh Harry, it hurts!” she sobbed, but her young lover, relentless now, began to rotate it inside her warm sinewy channel. He manipulated his digit in lewd simulation of copulation, moving it in time to the fierce plunging of his heated cock, and Ann revelled in the lurid double impalement, thrusting her vaginal lips forward flowering open over his burrowing prick, and then thrusting backward to skewer herself willingly down on his tightly imbedded finger.
“Oh God, Ann…“ Harry gasped, “you’re incredible! You’re all woman…”
Harry was rapidly reaching a state of incoherence as the forces in his body were uniting in a convergence of incredible pleasure. The tumult in his heaving balls was unbearable and he thought he’d go crazy if he didn’t cum soon. Every millimeter of his hot passionate flesh was attuned towards release, and his lust-tortured body was carrying him high on the tide towards climax. Jeff’s wife, too, was nearing release, he was sure, because her frenetic churning was increasing in intensity, and her face was beginning to crimson in a heated, perspiring glow. Then, all at once, her body stiffened until it felt as if it was turned to stone, and her mouth began to work grotesquely as she fell victim to the first throes of overwhelming release.
‘‘Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh… oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” she sobbed helplessly, her body flailing suddenly as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her, and her loins were writhing and pounding against the sofa in a demonical rhythm.
“Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhh… I’m there… I’m… I’m… cuuummmiiinngggg… Aaaaaahhhhhhh…”
And she was there! Her hips were flailing completely out of control, the interior muscles of her greedily working vagina clasping painfully at his own turbulent cock, threatening to wrench it away from its moorings. Her long fingernails were digging desperately into his flesh with painful force, and her soft satiny buttocks were grinding hotly and hungrily down against his hand as her whole body was split wide by a gigantically exploding orgasm. After that, Harry had time to notice nothing else, because the fiery fingers of release were clutching mercilessly at him, too, and his voice resounded in the living room in an unearthly scream.
“Aaarrrrgggghhhhhhhhhh! Oh God, Ann, baby, I’m there… I’m cumming too!” And he was crashing against the voluptuous older woman’s wildly oscillating body, his prick expanded to bursting point, his head spinning like a dervish as red and green and orange lights exploded behind his brain with pistol-shot reverberations. He was cumming! Christ, he was cumming! His voice was an incoherent jabbering as the first white hot jet of liquid began to cascade along his fomenting tube and rush out into the warmly welcoming depths of her hungrily gyrating vagina. Stream after stream of it rushed out of the abyss of his churning balls and emptied itself in the softly milking orifice which received his offering with such gratitude. His body was on fire, flames of passion licking greedily at every pore and nerve of his flesh, making him tingle from top to bottom as he gave himself over completely to the greater strength of physical pleasure.
When at last, he had emptied the very last drop of semen into Jeff Green’s wife’s scorching depths, and his finger had slipped hissingly from the widened canal of her rectum, he sank back against the sofa, trying to regain normal breath, trying to hang onto the last glimmers of delicious pleasure permeating his body.
He could feel Ann stirring against him, and then gasped audibly as she began to grope for his limply reclining penis again.
“Wha…” he murmured as he felt life surge through his flaccid genitals again at her icy touch.
“You do like doing it with me, don’t you lover?” she whispered seductively, her lips ovaled wide in obvious invitation. Harry closed his eyes happily, and nodded his head in helpless agreement. God, yes, he had never felt anything like it in his whole life.
“Then tell me, lover,” the older woman crooned on teasingly. “Am I better than that frigid little wife of yours?”
Harry flinched slightly from the mention of Sandy but nodded his head again in honest agreement. It was hopeless to do otherwise against the moistness of her lips that were teasing lightly over the slowly rising head of his cock below.
“I was like her once, lover,” Ann cooed on, her lips and tongue playing hotly against him. “But Jeff taught me a lesson. He held me down and fucked me in the ass and I’ve never been the same since. Maybe you could even do it to me that way someday, Harry, baby!”
Harry could hardly believe his ears. Jeff had actually fucked his wife in the ass to teach her a lesson! God! He’d never even thought of doing anything like that to Sandy but the lewd, lust-inciting thought of his young innocent bride kneeling naked and slave-like before him was moments later driven forcefully from his mind. The warm, softly enfolding lips of Jeff Green’s wife closed wetly over the again excitedly pulsating head of his desire-hardened cock…