Cathy lifted her arms above her head, stretching sleepily, as she took in the luxurious warmth and comfort of the huge bed she shared with Tom. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she listened to the sound of water running in the bathroom. Tom was getting ready for work.
Slowly, Cathy slipped out from under the blankets, and she put her feet on the floor. Her firmly rounded tits jiggled, and she looked down at them. Her tits had provided much pleasure the night before, as she and Tom fucked each other into a series of bone-jarring climaxes.
Her fingers stole between her firm thighs to scratch the deep-brown patch of curled hair there. Cathy's cunt hair was slightly matted with dried fuck-cream.
Cathy smiled as the evening's wild fucking came back to mind, almost as clear and vivid as it had been hours earlier. She had nearly summoned the courage to slide down on the bed and suck Tom's enormous cock. Despite having sucked Miles' prick several times, Cathy still hadn't swallowed a thick, salty load of fuck-cream. And she wanted her first experience at sucking a man's prick to wild, cum-gush completion to be with Tom.
Rising, Cathy walked into the bathroom. Tom never locked the door, and the lusty brunette was happy to discover his lean, hairy figure in a hazy, blurred image through the shower's glass door. Once again, Cathy was impressed with her husband's extraordinary masculinity, his magnificent body. A surge of raw emotion gripped her as she stood there, naked, her tits rising and falling as her breathing quickened.
"Honey, you in here?" Tom asked, his voice muffled under the blast of the shower.
"Yes, darling, I'm here," Cathy replied.
As she stared intently at her husband's figure through the glass door, she felt a rising tide of lust taking its effect on her body. Her cunt was beginning to get moist, heated, and her pussylips were visibly swollen. Her nubby nipples became knotted buds of tingling flesh, waiting for Tom's hand and mouth to caress and fondle them.
Bringing her hands slowly up her sides, Cathy cupped her golden tit mounds, rolling her nipples lightly between her fingers. Shocks made her ripe, curvaceous body twitch. Her tits were always so sensitive, so ready to be fondled.
It was then that the idea struck Cathy. And the idea seemed so perfectly logical, she was amazed by it. She'd have Tom fuck her tits! And then, just maybe, she'd dip her face down and tongue his cockhead, which she was sure would taste even more delicious than his son's. If he didn't protest, she'd mouth his wonderful prick until his balls pumped their cream against her avidly caressing tongue and down her throat.
Cathy waited impatiently for Tom to finish with his shower. Though his figure was, at best, indistinct through the steamy glass door, she could see him washing his cock and balls, "Good," Cathy thought, they would be nice and clean for her when she tongued and licked his gorgeous body from head to foot.
"Honey, will you hand me a towel?" Tom asked, shutting off the shower.
"Come on out here, and I'll dry you off," Cathy said.
Tom opened the door and stepped out of the shower. He was initially surprised, then pleased by his wife's appearance. He recognized the look in her eyes, saw by the hardness of her nipples that she was in a lusty mood. Her lips were slightly parted, and her straight, white teeth showed beneath the pink of her lips.
"This is certainly an unexpected pleasure," Tom said as Cathy began dabbing his chest with the towel. "This is the kind of service I could easily get accustomed to."
"Well, I like to things for my darling husband," Cathy purred, rising to her tiptoes to lightly kiss his clefted chin. The move caused her big tits to rub against his hairy chest.
Slowly, knowing she was turning him on, Cathy dried Tom's chest, arms, back and legs. Then, moving in front of him again, she got down on her knees to dry his powerful legs. Cathy started with his feet, and worked her way slowly up to his knees, then his thighs.
"Ohhhhhhh! This is luxury!" Tom said, trying to sound casual but not quite making it. Watching his beautiful wife kneeling before him, her face only a couple inches from the end of his cock, was enough to excite him.
Tom's mind spun as he thought of asking her, one last time, to suck his cock. His daughter had taken his fuckpole into her mouth, and she had sucked him until she swallowed his thick, salty cream. He wanted his wife to do the same. Tom realized that if Cathy didn't give him a blowjob, he'd be looking for Jayne to sink to her knees again and swallow his fuck-cream.
"Now to dry my friend here," Cathy said, feigning nonchalance.
She dried Tom's cock and balls, her tits jiggling vigorously as she rubbed the thick towel over his prick. Then, dropping the towel to the floor, she grabbed Tom's cock curling her fingers around his rubbery prickshaft. As she stroked it gently, his cock soon became thick and hard. Cathy used her left hand to fondle Tom's heavy balls, squeezing them gently as she calculated how much cum they would give her.
"So big and beautiful," Cathy purred, staring intently at the reddish head of his cock.
She stroked his prickmeat until a white drop of jism formed at his slitted cocktip. Cathy's mouth watered as she thought about licking off the precum, but she knew she mustn't do that. Not yet, at least. Not until she was certain that she could give Tom a blowjob without, him suspecting that she had learned the sensual, erotic art from someone else.
When the drop of precum was joined by another, Cathy arched her back slightly and raised her tit up to his cock. She rubbed his pricktip against her nipple, smearing off the precum and drawing a low groan of pleasure from Tom.
Cathy didn't look up, though she was terribly curious to see the expression on his face. Was he angry with her open, wanton need for his prick? Or was he happy beyond words that she was finally grabbing his cock and enjoying herself?
Unable to see his expression, Cathy decided the next few steps in her plan would determine whether or not she would be sucking Tom's prick in the future. She rubbed his cockhead in the creamy valley of her tits, then released his fuckshaft. Grabbing her smooth tits from the outside swells, she pushed her milky tit mounds together, trapping Tom's fuckpole in her soft cleavage.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Tom sighed, his heart in his throat as he picked up the meaning of his wife's silent actions.
He leaned forward slightly, pushing his hips at her.
His cock slipped between her succulent tit mounds, and his cockhead rubbed against her chest, pushing up toward her chin.
Cathy watched his cock approaching her face, sliding hotly between her sensitive tits, and she tilted her head back to look up into her excited husband's face.
"Yes, my darling," she purred.
Cathy could smell her husband's pungent pre-cum as it smeared off onto her flesh, and the aroma sent shivers coursing through her veins. She purred softly and licked her dry lips, wondering when the time would be right to take Tom's cock into her mouth. Judging by the look of almost uncontrollable passion on his face, Cathy sensed that he was enjoying the tit-fucking beyond words.
As the cum simmered hotly in his balls, Tom watched his prick sliding in and out of Cathy's cleavage. Once, when his prick slid through her mounds of tit flesh, his cockhead struck her chin. When he pulled back, withdrawing his cock until it was once again hidden between her tits, he saw cum shining on her chin.
Tom decided that he had to say something. He simply had to let Cathy know how much he enjoyed tit-fucking her. Jayne may suck his cock, but she didn't have tits nearly big enough to fuck his big, throbbing prick.
"Cathy… this is… so… ug… good!" Tom groaned. The words came out slowly, one per thrust of his prick. "My cock feels so Goddamn good!"
"Good, my love! I'll do anything you want!" Cathy replied, licking her lips in a suggestive way as she continued to look up into his passion distorted face.
Their passion was rising. Cathy's senses reeled at the scent of Tom's pre-cum. His cockhead had struck her chin several times, and she could feel his sticky pre-cum clinging to her flesh. Pre-cum had also rubbed off on to the inside swells of her this, making it easier for Tom to plow his throbbing cock through them.
Tom's cockhead was tingling as he pushed himself closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. His cum wasn't just simmering in his balls anymore. It was bubbling hotly, nearly to the point of boiling. And Tom knew that once he reached that point, he'd shower Cathy with the sticky cream his balls held.
Cathy's breathing was hoarse and irregular. Her pussy juice was running so freely in her cunt that the slick oil was trickling down one leg. She wanted to get fucked. She was desperate for the feel of Tom's cock cramming into her pussy. But that would have to wait for later, Cathy thought.
"Awwwwwww! Cathy… I'm…"
Tom couldn't finish his sentence. He didn't want to. The glorious feeling of having his prick sliding between Cathy's golden, firm tits was too great for him to stop, and he was afraid that if he warned his wife that he was about to cum she might back away from him and simply finish him off with a hand job.
Tom's face twisted in a grimace from pleasure that was so intense it was painful. He thrashed his bulky torso against Cathy, knocking her backward slightly. He grabbed her by the shoulders as his cock throbbed mightily, and his jism sizzled in his balls.
"Go, darling," Cathy hissed, sitting on her heels as she pushed her tits tighter around her husband's rampaging prick. She could smell his pre-cum, and its pungent aroma delighted her.
His extreme pleasure grew, pressure building on pressure, and Tom let out a low groan. He stared with glassy eyes at Cathy's lovely face, and he watched his prick slide between her tits.
"Honey…" he moaned, realizing that he was about to cum.
He was going to warn Cathy. But when his balls pulled up tight to his body, words suddenly became an impossibility.
Cathy was having trouble keeping her balance. Tom was stabbing his cock through the valley of her creamy tits with tremendous speed, and she was being knocked farther backward. When she could no longer maintain her balance, Cathy released her tits and put her hands behind her on the floor, her feet askew beneath her.
The first long, slick stream of jism to burst out of Tom's cockhead splattered against the smooth swells of Cathy's tits. When his prick slid over her flesh again, Tom's balls rubbing against Cathy's ripe body, his cockhead throbbed out a second long jet of cum that arched through the air and struck Cathy's cheek.
Cathy shrieked as she watched the yellowish cum gush from Tom's pricktip.
"Awwwwwwww!" Tom groaned, grabbing his cock to jerk the rest of his jism out of his balls.
To his incredible surprise, Cathy opened her mouth as a third jet of cum exploded out of his fiery cockhead. His cum gushed straight into her mouth, spilling over her tongue and teeth. Tom pumped his cock, thrusting it at his wife's open mouth at the same time.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Cathy moaned as her lips were parted by Tom's enormous cockhead. She wrapped her succulent mouth firmly around his fuckshaft, her tongue dancing along his throbbing prickmeat as more cum gushed against the back of her mouth.
Swallowing repeatedly, Cathy drank the rest of her husband's delicious fuck-cream with obvious, wanton abandon. She pushed her face forward, taking his prickmeat into her mouth until his cockhead was partially in her throat.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Cathyyyyyyy!" Tom sighed as the last weak trickles of his load were squeezed out onto his wife's frisking tongue.
Leaning back, her arms behind her, Cathy turned her gaze up to Tom's face. Her lips were moving in a tender, chewing motion. Her mouth felt coated with jism, and she savored the spunky aftertaste of his fuck-cream.
"Mmmmmmm!" she purred, extra-loud for Tom's benefit. When he pushed more prick at her, Cathy consciously relaxed the muscles in her throat and took his cock deeper.
"Cathy, I thought you'd never do this," Tom said softly, amazed that his wife was actually giving him a blowjob.
Looking down at her, he couldn't believe the sight. Cum was trickling down the side of Cathy's face, rolling down to her neck. More than half of his giant prick was in her mouth, and her throat was visibly expanding to accommodate his fuckpole.
When Cathy finally withdrew her husband's prick from the hot recesses of her mouth, she tongued slowly on his cockhead. Cathy slowly brought her fist back and forth over the awesome length of his cock, and she worked a last thick drop of jism out of his slitted pricktip. She stuck her tongue out and licked the cum off. Then, curling her tongue back into her mouth, she swallowed his jism.
"I'm sorry I haven't done this for you before," Cathy said, her voice a husky purr. "I know you wanted me to, but I just didn't think I could do it. How completely foolish of me."
Using his cockhead, Cathy rubbed the cum around her face, occasionally pausing to tongue the cleft of his pricktip. She never took her gaze from Tom's face the whole time.
"I love you, Cathy," Tom sighed.
But even as he said the words, he was already wondering what it would be like to cram his huge prick into Jayne's shaved pussy. He damned himself silently for thinking such thoughts, but realized that he had to fuck his daughter. At least once, he was going to feel Jayne's lithe body squirming joyously beneath him as he pummeled her with his rock hard prick.