Alan and Wendy clung closely to each other, almost as if they were afraid the other might vanish. Wendy knew why she gripped Alan's waist so hard. She didn't want the mood to vanish. The fucking in the back seat of the car had revived some of the feelings she'd had before they were mated.
Married life had gotten to be a real drag. The pattern was so, predictable it drove her out of her mind. Housework was a bore and the few nights they could afford to go out they always did the same things. Usually they got together with some friends and drank wine and talked about the same tired things. Wendy thought she would scream if she heard another word about Alan's work on computers. He was good at it and she appreciated the fact that he had the chance to move up rapidly in the company, but right now she wanted more out of him than talk.
This boredom had crept into their sex life. They only screwed on Tuesdays and Fridays now. It was almost like clockwork – and so was the fucking. Alan would run his hands up and down her body a couple times to show her he cared, then he'd kiss her boobs until she writhed a bit and then he'd stuff his prick in and fuck until he came.
Wendy wasn't sure she'd gotten off in a big way in almost a year. Tonight had reversed the tide. The idea of going to the drive-in and fucking like they had when they'd been teenagers had been spontaneous. She had insisted that they pretend they weren't married and that Alan had to try to "make" her like he had before.
It had worked. She felt a thrill when his hand crept up her leg that had long since died. When he had actually stuffed his prick in and began fucking her, it wasn't like the times they screwed in the bedroom. This had vitality, an electric quality to it that made her come hard. And she realized Alan had barely been able to control himself. He had felt the difference, too.
"Alan," she said in a tiny voice, "is your cock ready for another try?"
"Hmmm?" he said, almost dreamily. It was obvious he'd been thinking of the fucking at the drive-in just as she had. "I don't think so. I haven't felt that drained since your honeymoon!"
"Let me do something about it!"
Wendy dropped to her knees and quickly unzipped his fly before he could protest. Alan usually didn't like to fuck anywhere but in the bedroom. He said the living room wasn't right and the kitchen – he always said the kitchen was for eating only. And that was exactly what Wendy intended to do to his prick!
She looked at the feeble, limp cock as it spilled from his pants. Sighing, she pulled it to her lips and kissed. A thrill went into her body when she felt the instant response. His cock was already stiffening!
She crammed it all into her mouth and gently chewed. Alan started moaning softly to tell her this was super. He loved every second of it. She used her rough, pink tongue to slip between the coils of cock in her mouth. When the prick grew too hard to contain, she gently pushed it free of her soft, trembling lips and kissed the very end of the fuck stick.
The wild gobbling noises she made as she ate his prick filled the room. Neither of the two cared in the least. Wendy's sister might have been staying with them for the summer while their parents were back East, but she was out on a date. Besides, Wendy couldn't control her lusty feelings now. She had to eat every singe inch of that tasty prick now half-erect and pressing against her lips.
"Keep going," Alan told her. His hands laced through the lustrous strands of her fiery red hair. He pulled her mouth closer to his prick. He didn't want her stopping now. Not when the jism trapped in his balls was beginning to heat up. He wanted to face fuck her until her lips burned with the friction of the fucking. He wanted to come in her mouth.
"God," he moaned out. "This is too much. Keep sucking, damn you, keep that mouth sucking hard!"
She did. Her lips tightened around his prick in a tight "O" and her tongue caressed the entire glans with wet, rough strokes. She even tried to stuff her tongue all the way down his piss-slit. They both knew it wasn't possible but the very attempt made them both get even hotter.
His cock snapped to rigid attention. Gone was all the looseness of skin. This was a virile, ready to fuck cock. And the woman wasn't going to abandon it now. Not for a million dollars.
She sucked harder. Her cheeks went hollow under the suction she applied. Her tongue swirled all around the purpled end of his cock until Alan couldn't stand erect any more. She robbed him of his strength. He had to prop his ass against one of the counters in the kitchen.
"More," he demanded. "Suck me off!"
She turned emerald green eyes upward and knew this was exactly what she was going to do. The taste of male musk turned her on in a big way. Her tongue captured every single drop of his male essence. She rolled her tongue all around the crown of his cock and then worked her way down the sides. Tightening her jaws caused her teeth to lightly gouge into his flesh.
He groaned but she kept her face moving downward. The hurt caused by the pearly hard teeth was soothed by her ruby red, soft, wet lips. When the rubbery tip of his prick bounced off the roof of her mouth, she swallowed hard. His pecker dived down into her throat.
For a moment, she thought she was going to gag. She didn't often get the chance to deep throat him. All too often he felt obligated to eat her cunt if she gave him a blow job. For some reason, he seemed squeamish about actually putting his mouth to her cunt, even though she loved the feel of his tongue fucking deeply into her juicy twat.
She moved a little bit and rearranged the position of the cock in her throat. Now she could swallow and massage the most sensitive portion of his cock with her Adam's apple. She moved the Adam's apple up and down rapidly while moving her lips against his virile flesh. Alan almost came.
When she had to breathe again, she carefully allowed the cock to slip free of its sexy berth in her tight throat. She panted harshly to get the air into her lungs and even this turned him on more. The hot air gusted through the tangled strands of his bush. The breeze circled around his balls and caressed them in the most intimate way possible.
It was everything he could do to keep from coming. Alan moaned softly and knew that Wendy had been right about their marriage. It had been going sour from lack of excitement. By going back to the ways it had been before they were married had changed things for the better. He couldn't remember the last time he had been as excited about a chick sucking his prick.
Her tongue snaked out and gently prodded into the hairy little bag containing his balls. He felt a trembling pass throughout his loins and he fought to keep from coming. Her eager tongue diddled his balls until he was almost sobbing in an odd combination of excitement and desire.
"Yeah, baby, that's the way I love it. Keep that tongue moving all over my nuts!"
He didn't have to tell her. She was getting a huge charge out of it. To stop now would be to rob herself of incredible enjoyment. She tasted the tiny drop of bitter pre-come fluid beading at the end of his cock. The woman realized how close to coming he was. A hair-trigger and nothing more. She could get him off with very little effort on her part.
His come blazing into her mouth, sweet and tasty, salty and stimulating. That was what she wanted. But not yet. She wanted more of the hot, hard shaft of prick pressing into her lips. She wanted to taste more of his male musk and smell the arousing odor of his balls. All that and more. Dancing at the tip of her tongue was his scrotum. The hair little bag containing his balls was just working up to the point where she could feel the real agitation inside.
She wanted more, lots more!
The couple was so intent on the blowjob that neither of them noticed the back door open and a young girl walk in. She was a younger version of the woman so avidly sucking on the cock stuffed into her face. Katherine stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth gaping slightly at the sight of her sister sucking off Alan.
She brushed back a strand of coppery red hair, her blue eyes blazing with lust as she realized what was happening. The last thing in the world Katherine wanted to do was interrupt this. She had heard her sister moaning and bitching about how her marriage was going down the tubes. This was an obvious turn around. Katherine was just a visitor; she wasn't going to stop the pair when they were so obviously enjoying each other.
Silently, Katherine backed out of the kitchen and closed the door. She knew that neither Wendy nor Alan had heard her. With the cock sucking getting on so hot and heavy, how could they? They both had more important things to think about.
Katherine went to a window and peered in, ashamed of herself for being so damned nosy. She knew it wasn't right to spy on her sister and brother-in-law but she couldn't help it. She was no virgin, but she had a teenager's curiosity about all aspects of sex. What she knew might be all wrong. She got off on it in a big way, but there was always room for improvement. That was her philosophy and she pursued it constantly.
"Ummmm, God, Wendy, that mouth of yours is punishing my cock. It feels like you're going to pull my guts out the end of my pecker!"
"Umpgh!" was all the reply she could give. Her mouth was too intimately entangled with his cock. She ate greedily, nursing at the very tip of his turgid cock. Her mouth moved relentlessly, all over the sides and always came right back to the thick purpled knob at the very end of his fuck stick. She couldn't get enough of it.
And her spying sister couldn't get enough of an eyeful of the fellatio. She felt her own pussy begin to chum and throb with desire. She had always envied her older sister Alan's prick, but this was the first she'd ever seen it. Katherine thought Alan was really great, one of the all time studs. And she had nothing to really base that on.
Not once had he even made a pass at her. She felt a little hurt at this, but in its strange way, his neglect turned her on even more. He was sexy and his easy arrogance dealing with her made him all the more attractive to her.
She wished she was the one sucking on his prick.
The thought made her pussy began to obscenely drool. Quick fingers reached down and stroked over the crotch of her tight blue jeans. The feel of the harsh material pressing into her soft cunt lips turned her into a sex hungry bitch. She had to have more stimulation. Never taking her eyes off the cock sucking woman inside, Katherine began wiggling out of her jeans.
Anyone passing by on the sidewalk would have gotten quite a vision. Twin asscheeks gleamed whitely in the soft moonlight as she dropped her jeans. She quickly kicked free of them, her legs parted delightfully. Fingers sought and found the soft furry patch of her bush. Never hesitating, those fingers pushed down into the pinkly scalloped pussy lips and gently parted them. The girl shuddered with delight. She had to have more.
The sight of her sister sucking so avidly on the long, hard prick made her desire more than she was giving herself. Her very mouth watered at the thought of having her brother-in-law's cock pressed into it. She needed lots more attention to keep from going out of her skull with unfulfilled desires.
The fingers swept back along the pink, liquid gash of her sex. The cunt lips were already rigid with excited blood. When she found the cunt hole, a middle finger dipped deep. She sighed and felt her legs go rubbery. She pressed into the cool siding of the house and opened her eyes again to take in the full scene inside. Even through the window she could hear every single word being uttered – and every lewd sound as her sister sucked hard at the wondrously virile cock.
"Don't stop, damn your eyes," Alan cried. "I want you to give it all to me. Give, me a tongue lashing. I, oh, shiiit!"
His hands clenched tightly on the counter top. His balls hardened into a sphere of pure carnal desire. The nuts inside tumbled and lurched wildly in the thick stew of his jism. It took every bit of self-control for Alan to keep from fountaining out his precious come into the sucking mouth. Never had he felt this aroused from a chick giving him head.
Her tongue was everywhere. It touched all the right places. Every single nerve screamed in joy. She pressed into the cleft head and aroused the already sensitive flesh there. She stroked down the side of his cock and he shuddered as if a seizure was on him.
"God, Wendy, that mouth! It's pulling my jizz out of my balls! And I love it!"
She pulled her mouth away from his cock and let the purple tipped cock tremble an inch away from her sucking mouth. She looked up, her brilliant green eyes blazing with desire. "I want you to come in my mouth. Don't worry about it. I want it!"
"You do?" he said, shocked. "You never have before. Hell, even on our honeymoon, you didn't let me shoot off into your mouth."
"I'll do it. Now. For you. And because I'm the sexiest, cock-starved-est bitch you ever saw!" She dived back down and put her lips around just the tip of his prick. She sucked. She sucked harder. She sucked until his prick reluctantly edged into her mouth. Inch by slow inch she made sure it entered her face.
And then she face fucked herself. Slowly at first, then with mounting desire. There was something elemental, basic, primitive about having his prick stretching her lips to the breaking point as the huge fuck stick rammed in and out of her dank, wet mouth. All the while, his hips began to jerk and pulse in uncontrollable motions.
She knew he wasn't far from coming. And she sucked her face even faster to take advantage of this.
Wendy would have been turned on even more if she'd known she had an audience. This was the best blowjob she had ever given in her life and it would have pleased her to know her kid sister was outside watching eagerly.
And masturbating. Her teenaged fingers pressed into her wet cunt lips and that probing middle finger stroked faster and faster in her pussy. She was sobbing openly now, not caring if anyone outside the yard heard her or not. Katherine was completely aroused and nothing less than coming would ease the intense urges in her young loins.
She blinked her eyes at the sight of her sister taking that monstrous fuck stick into her face like she was doing. She'd never really thought Wendy was all that hot a chick.
Now she was having to readjust her opinions. Wendy was giving one hell of a fine blowjob to Alan. Katherine even envied her sister getting the chance like that.
Then she felt her body begin to stiffen with the first waves of orgasm. She seldom came fast. It mounted up inside her, a little bit at a time. Never a lot, but always enough to clue her in as to what was happening to her.
"Ummmm," she sighed, loving the feeling mounting up inside her belly. The first stab of desire made her stiffen and her muscles hardened. Then she reined and allowed the melted butter feeling to pass throughout her body. She continued finger fucking herself, damning the fact that it wasn't Alan's cock reaming her out.
She wanted that man's prick worse than anything else in the whole Goddamned world!
And she didn't have it. Her sister had it all to herself. And she was only sucking on it. Doing a damned good job, sure, but what a waste. Her pussy was hungry for cock now. She added another finger hoping this would ease the demands her body made on her.
If anything, it made her cunt even hungrier than before. Her pussy wasn't fooled by a mere finger. It knew hot, hard, virile prick. She added a third finger and felt her hot cunt oils leaking out and down into the palm of her hand. She was turned on more than she had been in ages. And all because she was spying on her sister giving head to a delightfully sexy stud.
Her entire body trembled and then went stiff. Muscles locked rigid and she shook as if she had a high fever. Orgasm always affected her like this. She could feel the blood rushing to her shoulders and tits, filling her boobs and making her nipples feel as if they might pop. She closed her eyes and reveled in the delightful sensation assaulting her body it died down. She opened her eyes and when she studied the scene in the kitchen the way her sister was sucking cock set her off on still another come… enough to get her really hot for more. The sight of Alan's prick fountaining out set her off and smashed her flat with a huge come.
Wendy never saw her sister sink from view in the kitchen window. She had allowed Alan's prick to slip from her mouth for an instant and he had come. The liquid bullet of jism arched out and spattered uselessly into the floor. She hastily clamped her mouth onto his spurting prick and sucked for all she was worth. The next gob of come splattered against her tongue. She tasted the salty, tangy flavor of manseed for only the second time.
Wendy couldn't imagine why she didn't like it before. This was the distilled essence of man. And not just any man. This was the man she loved with all her heart and soul. Her leaking pussy told her this; her sucking mouth confirmed that.
She sucked harder and soon drained his prick of every last drop of his white hot come.
It was over too soon and she told him.
"So let's go to the bedroom and see what we can raise up from the dead," he told her, looking down at his limp cock.
She smiled and they kissed, his tongue working eagerly into her mouth to savor his own come…
While the two were locked in their passionate embrace, a disconsolate Katherine spied on them, damning her lousy luck. She had gotten off a couple times – and felt hornier than before.