"It's getting hard. Go on. Suck some more on it, honey."
Larry couldn't see the grimace on Carole's face as she tugged a little bit at the man's cock. It was still half-limp, hardly what she could use for a full, all-out fucking. She dropped her face to the cock again and started licking it. Her tongue raced up
one side and down the other. Rough; wet and pink, that tongue sought out all the right spots to lightly brush, to press, to caress, to stroke.
She was expert at giving head.
Taking the entire end of his prick into her dank, humid mouth, she started to suck. The pressure mounted on the tip of the man's pecker until he was writhing around on the bed. His ass crinkled up the fresh sheets and made a shambles out of her carefully made bed. She. tried to push that out of her mind. All that she was supposed to be doing now was giving the man a blowjob and, when he was good and hard, they would fuck.
Like always.
And, like always, it wouldn't be all that ex6iting for Carole. Sure, she tried but it never quite reached the intensity she'd felt when they'd been engaged. She remembered with fondness the sneaking out to go to some lover's lane and the frantic fucking in the backseat of Larry's car. It had been a '59 Ford. She could remember the lumps in the backseat and the single spring that leaped out and poked at her when it was least expected.
It hadn't been all that fantastic a lovemaking, but it had gusto. It had a spontaneity that was lacking now. She couldn't really put her finger on why the tucking wasn't the thrill it used to. be. Maybe she'd been at it too long. Maybe she should have become a nun as she'd once thought, she would when she was a young girl.
Carole shook her head and knew that wasn't the answer. Larry was the reason she didn't like sex any more. He was always the same. Never any change. The same old position. He enjoyed being on top. Period. Every time they fucked it was like an instant replay of the last time.
And, as always, the instant replay exactly duplicated all the plays. She never quite enjoyed it. Sometimes she would get to the edge of coming, but Larry would blow his wad then and come in her grasping pussy and then roll over and go to sleep. How she hated hearing him snore! It was always worst just after he had plugged her she could no longer call it making love. He'd fuck her a few fast times and get her all revved up, he'd come, then he'd go to sleep and leave her awake and worried that something was wrong with her.
Carole blamed herself. Larry's sex drive hadn't diminished but it seemed to her his skill at fucking had. Or maybe she was a little more sophisticated now than when she'd been a kid fucking in the backseat of her boyfriend's car. She expected more and when she didn't get it, she felt uneasy, hurt, even guilty that she might be turning into a frigid woman.
Frigid.
The scare word of the '70s. During the '50s it had been Commie. During the '60s it had changed to nigger. Now it was frigid. Any woman who didn't immediately respond when a man's prick drove hard and fast into her tender cunt was frigid.
"Ummm, God, Carole, your mouth feels fabulous. Keep licking," he told her. She almost dropped the hairy little bag containing his balls and told him to shove it. But Larry wouldn't understand. When he wanted to fuck, they fucked. When she felt like it, they might or might not. And always when he felt like it and she didn't they screwed. Those were the unwritten laws.
"Want me to suck on your cock some more?" Her voice was listless but Larry didn't notice. Her mouth love was giving him too much pleasure for that When he got hot and hard, nothing penetrated his brain except the erotic messages from his cock.
"Yeah, suck harder this time. Give me all you've got!"
She gave it to him.
Her tongue looped put and around the most sensitive portion of his cock. Carole, had learned all the right moves a long time ago. She knew how to make his half-alive cock into a real fucking tool. She sucked a little bit more on the purple knob at the end of his cock. The pulsing shaft throbbed with new life. She started face fucking herself. The man groaned louder and then started shoving his hips into her face.
She took every stab with the rolling motion she had developed over the years. It was one of the few things she felt any sense of achievement in. She could tease his prick harder and harder and then, just at the right moment, her head, would bob forward and she would Let the rubbery tip of his
cock bounce off the roof of her mouth and go sailing down her throat.
She took a couple quick breaths and then shoved her face forward. The cock shot past her tonsils and lodged firmly in her throat. She swallowed hard a couple of times to give the man s prick a tiny massage. Her throat bobbed up and down across the most sensitive portion of his prick. The underside would begin to fill with more and more of his excited blood. She could feel his cock growing as it stayed in its warm, snug berth in her throat.
No longer able to hold her breath, and having her throat blocked with the meaty shaft of his cock, she moved her head back. His cock slipped from between her ruby lips.
The man protested. "My cock's getting cold out there. Get those legs of yours spread wide. I'm gonna get aboard and ride."
She felt him move her along the clean white sheets with a powerful surge of his shoulder muscles. Nothing subtle about Larry. When she was stretched full length on the bed, he rolled between her legs. His hand went down between her thighs and prodded them open.
To be perverse, she resisted. Let him work a bit at it this time. His prick shoved insistently along the insides of her tender, smooth thighs. She sighed and felt her legs drifting open of their own accord. She enjoyed fucking. She just never got off on it like she once did.
"That's right, baby, open up. Here comes the old battering ram of cock flesh." He moved with a swift, sure motion. His cock sailed up to the gates of her pussy like a torpedo shot from a submarine.
He stopped for a moment, as if to let her appreciate the nearness of his cock. The heat boiled from her pussy. The cunt lips fluttered and rippled as if in a high wind. He parted the love-juice-drenched cunt lips with a quick motion that sent his cock an inch up her cunt hole.
The woman tensed and clawed at his shoulders. The man smiled. She was responding to the fucking already. She was a hot bitch. He loved fucking her because she always responded so nicely when he drove that steely hard spike of cock all the way up into her juicy twat:
"More," she moaned softly, "give me all you've got."
"All I've got? All of what?" he demanded. "What do you want from me? Tell me! Tell me right now!" He gave his prick a little twitch to emphasize the words.
"Your cock, damn you,"' she sobbed. 'Fuck me good. Get on and ride me, ride me hard!"
He almost laughed. This was the way it was supposed to be. A woman wantonly spreading her legs for him after sucking him hard. His prick inching up into her cunt, slow and sure and unstoppable. When he got all the way up to his balls, he'd change his tactics and pull out. Then he'd fuck the living hell oat of her hungry cunt.
The woman lifted her legs and felt the prick sink another couple inches up into her belly. She sighed with anticipation. Although she knew she probably wouldn't get her rocks off tonight why should it be any different than last night or any of a hundred other nights when they'd screwed she was still able to enjoy the feel of hot manmeat pressing lustfully against her still tight cunt walls.
"Here it comes!" he warned.
She shrieked with joy as he rammed himself balls deep into her. But she knew what would happen next. It was like reading a book for the thousandth time or seeing summer reruns on television. He rolled his hips around a little bit and she enjoyed the hell out of it.
The skin around her snatch tightened up with the entry of his cock all the way up into her pussy. This made her cut stand rigidly at attention. His pubic hair dragged over the tip of the sensitive little organ. The pea-sized clit sang a song of carnal joy. The man kept grinding his bush into her snatch until he got tired of it.
She could have spent the rest of the night like this. The woman was turned on in a big way by the feel of the heavy, pulsating prick resting inside her fuck channel. Her cunt walls gripped down with feverish intensity to hold the cock in place.
It filled her up and made her feel wanted. This was the most secure she would feel all night long. She knew it. That was the way it always turned out, no matter how good or bad the fucking from
here on out.
"Shit, it's so damned hot in your pussy. How do you do it? Keep yourself so tight up the cunt, I mean?" The man grunted the words, almost a ritual with him. He thought they would please her. Once they did. She thought he had meant it. She practiced for hours tensing and relaxing her muscles to get her pussy into fine fucking shape. After she'd had Buddy fourteen years ago, she had been terrified that harry would leave her if her pussy grew slack.
Exercise. Lots of exercise. She practiced holding in her piss. That seemed to tense up all the right muscles. It must have worked because Larry had begun to compliment her on how he loved fucking her, how fight she felt around his surging prick, how juicy her twat became, even more so than before Buddy was born.
She had believed him then. She had been relieved that he still loved her after their son's birth. But Larry hadn't changed his line in fourteen years. Carole doubted he meant it anymore but it was part of the fucking, like sucking on his prick.
She had enjoyed that, too, once. The smell of a man's musk scent drove her wild. She could get all wet and weak just thinking about how a man s prick tasted.
She still got off oh it, but not like before. Everything was according to the book. The schedule had to be followed. No deviation from the timing or battle plan allowed. They fucked on
Tuesday, Friday and Saturday nights. And that was
it. She could see the dates in red on her calendar. They used to mean something special to her.
No longer.
She sobbed with real joy as his prick drove in an extra half inch. She felt her puffy inner cunt lips lewdly kiss and caress his cock. Then he was pulling out of her. She tried to hang onto his retreating prick. Her pussy walls collapsed around his cock and she felt every single contour on the surface of his virile, throbbingly alive fuck stick.
She even stopped his with drawl for a moment. Her powerful cunt muscles allowed her to feel the broad arrowhead shaped glans through her delicate membrane. The sides of his shaft pulsed and throbbed with more life than she had felt in a long time. And his balls wetly slapped against her upturned ass.
Her body betrayed her. She was getting hotter and hornier by the second. When her cunt began drooling out its Luck fluids, his prick became too slippery to hang onto any more.
It slid easily from her madly clinging cunt walls.
"God," he panted, "you sure have a tight cunt. So damned tiiiight!" he cried. He balanced on his hands, placed on either side of her straining body. She looked up into his grey eyes, now almost black in the dim light.
Once, just once, she wished they could Luck with the lights on. She would love to see the play of his powerful muscles as he pistoned in and out
of her. Reaching down, she put her hands on his firm buttocks; Not much flab on him for a middle aged man. Larry kept in shape. She appreciated that; she just wished he were more inventive, too.
His prick slammed into her swollen cunt lips like a battering ram. The impact jolted her, rattling her teeth. She softly moaned and begged him for more. He expected it. And she got it.
His prick slipped quickly from her pussy and returned. She shuddered under the sudden intrusion. She let her entire body build with the sexual tensions of the fucking. His cock,communicated to her cunt. The heat of the fucking was good. She loved it.
The tiny fires of lust that had been born inside her when his prick first bucked and jerked around inside her tight cunt- passage now blazed a little higher. Every stroke built the fires up. The fucking tempo mounted and soon she was gasping for breath like a fish out of water. She was so close to coming.
It was just inches away. His cock, slamming hard into her cunt. The way her blood raced. The cunt lips shivering with desire. Her tits ballooning up, filled 'with excited blood. The nipples springing erect with desire.
So close. Almost ready to come. "Larry, oh sweet Jesus, Larry, keep fucking, keep fucking! I neeeeeeed it!"
He slowed down and stopped, panting. She wanted to cry. The deliciously close orgasm eluded
her. He had to stop to keep down the fiery tide of his own jism. He didn't want to cream inside her like some teenager getting his first piece of ass. That was the way he explained it to her. He had to stop and rest every now and then.
Even if it robbed her of her climax.
"You'll get it, honey. Just wait. Let me get my breath back. God, it's good tonight! I can feel you responding like a bitch in heat!"
She wondered what he knew about a bitch in heat. She wondered what he knew about women. Or even her and her own special needs.
Nothing.
But he was a great stud. That was one reason she had married him. He could fuck with the best of them all night long.
"Please, Larry, give it all to me now! All of it!"
"Still afraid of the right words?" he taunted her. "Tell me exactly what you want." She could see the sweat beading his forehead. The man was about ready to fuck her again. But the fires of desire were dying down inside her cunt. He would have to start all over again and she doubted if this time would be any different for her.
"Your cock!" she pleaded. "I want to feel your cock fucking me. My cunt! I want it fucking my cunt! I need it, Larry, oh dear God, how much I really need it tonight! I'm going mad without it!"
She wondered if it were possible to go crazy like this. How many times had he pushed her to the edge of her come and then denied it to her? She had
lost count. The hominess was at the point where she masturbated a dozen timer a day and that still wasn't good enough. She wanted a man, any man; to get her off with his prick. That was a fulfilling come in some way that jacking off with a vibrator wasn't.
"Here we go again!"
He started fucking her. She laid back and locked her legs firmly around his waist. This pulled him deeper and deeper into her pussy. His hot cock touched all the right places along her cunt walls. She felt a new flood of her love oils gush from her cunt. The come was almost there. Almost. She started shoving her hips to greet his incoming prick. This added to the sensations mounting in her belly.
The sexual tensions were almost at the breaking point for her. A good, hard, satisfying orgasm was almost hers.
He came.
His jism blasted hot and thick into her taint. The greedy cavity sucked every single drop of jizz from his cock. She could feel her pussy walls clamping down on his, hidden fuck stick and the gallons and gallons of his sperm and semen whitewashing her walls.
But she didn't get off. She had to have even more of his hard, steely hot prick. The prick that was inside her cunt and now beginning to deflate like a balloon pricked with a pin.
"No, oh, nooooo!" she cried out.
She was robbed again. His cock was slipping, limp as a piece of cooked spaghetti, from her cunt. But he mistook her cries of frustration and rage for a climax.
He rolled over and put one arm around her tits to pull her close. The touch on her turgid nipples was almost painful.
"It was good, wasn't it, honey?"
"Yeah, Larry, it was good. As good as it ever was."
That satisfied him and, in a few minutes, the man was loudly snoring.
Carole Bennet lay awake staring at the ceiling for over an hour, unshed tears at the corners of her eyes. She didn't know what to do. She might cry. Or she might kill herself.
Or she might kill Larry.
She ended up falling into a fitful, dream wracked sleep that was worse than no sleep at all.