"We've been neglecting each other," Mike said, "Now that I've got that promotion from Finch, we ought to start looking after each other again. What do you say, baby?"
A wave of guilt washed over Joanna. She still loved her husband, there was no doubt about that. Her frantic sexual activity had only been a substitute for his neglect. Now that he seemed himself again, maybe they could recapture the happiness of the early years of their marriage. She wanted that more than anything else in the world. Fucking eighteen-year-old kids was just not her cup of tea. She and Mike were together again, that was the important thing. They were touching, holding hands, fondling one another.
At last she put both hands on his waist and started unhooking his belt. She worked the fastener loose and eased the zipper down his fly. She pulled out the elastic waistband of his shorts and reached inside to grasp his turgid cock.
"Let's go in the other room," she said.
Once inside the bedroom, they quickly stripped off their clothes. Joanna lay down on the bed. She leaned back with her head on the pillow, watching his long slender body and the heavy sway of his cock and balls. Mike stopped at the edge of the bed and paused with one knee against the mattress. He gazed down at her.
"You've still got it where it counts," he grinned.
He eased himself across the bed. He rested his chest on her tits and kissed her mouth. Then he reached around her, forcing her body to twist against his. She felt his half-formed hard-on touch her pussy. She wriggled her hips to bring her crotch more firmly against him. She moved a thigh to make an opening. His cock slipped between her thighs and she immediately closed her legs on it.
They strained their bodies against cash other, using their lips, hands, and legs. He held her in a strong yet gentle embrace, his body in constant motion against hers. His cock rose hot and hard between her thighs.
Joanna finally pushed him away and made him stretch out on his back on the bed. First she kissed his lips, lightly at the beginning, then with increasing passion. She felt him respond. She drove her tongue into his mouth. She gyrated her crotch on his straining cock. She slid her tongue over his face, bathing his jaws. She tongued his chin, stretched her mouth over it, sucked it in and held it, nibbling at his skin. She slipped down to kiss his shoulders and chest. Her tongue continued to bathe him, to caress the hard contours and depressions made by his muscles.
His hands moved from her back and slid between their bodies to grab the swaying fullness of her tits. As she plunged her lips and tongue across the surface of his chest, her nipples barely touched him. He gripped her fruity tits close to her chest wall. He pinched her nipples and rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. She licked a path across his broad chest, flattening the hairs against his skin. Her tongue traced the lower end of his rib cage. She lapped his navel and all the tight flesh around it. Moving down, she ran her tongue along the length of his cock-shaft. His cock lifted and the throbbing tip pressed against her nose. She continued moving down. She sucked his balls into her mouth. Her fingertips moved over the coating of saliva she'd left on his cock. His hands caressed her shoulders and the sides of her face. For a long while, she held his balls, shifting them against her tongue, pressing them against the roof of her mouth. She pulled and tugged at his balls until he groaned and tried to push her away. She grasped the undersides of his thighs, positioned them against her shoulders and moved her hands to the backs of his knees.
She gripped his balls with her lips and pulled upward. Once his ass was raised above the mattress, she released his balls and held them up against his cock to keep them from falling down. Her tongue plowed into the crease between his ass cheeks. She probed the dark crevice until she felt his heated asshole constrict against her touch. He immediately tensed. She could feel his legs trembling across her back and shoulders. Her tongue-tip passed back and forth over his asshole. She could fed the sphincter muscles tighten with each stroke.
She suddenly plunged her tongue into the muscular ring. A shudder ran through Mike's body.
"Oh, baby!" he gasped.
He grunted and groaned. His obvious pleasure drove her on. She continued pressing her tongue against the tight ring of his asshole. She pulled back, collected saliva on her tongue, and pressed forward again. This time she pushed her tongue deep into the puckered hole.
He moaned in response. His fingers twisted in her hair. His legs swayed from side to side.
Probing and thrusting, her tongue moved in and out of his asshole. She screwed into the tight ring of muscle. Her hands crept across his belly and toyed with his flaring cockhead. Her forehead pressed on the base of his cock. His balls slipped down to rest against her eyelids and the bridge of her nose.
His head finally dropped back on the pillow and he went limp. His asshole loosened and opened like a tiny mouth. Joanna immediately shot her tongue into the hot, muscular opening. This time she was in as deep as possible, down to the very root of her tongue. She slithered her tongue in and out, fucking him with a slow, steady rhythm.
After awhile he vented a deep grunt and pulled her face away from his ass. He drew her up along his body. Her tits grazed his balls.
One nipple traced the length of his cock, while the other followed a course along his thigh and hip and over his belly. She pressed her body against his swollen cock-shaft. Her cunt rode the underside of his hard fuck-meat. He pulled her face down on his and probed her mouth in the same way that hers had probed his asshole.
He finally rolled her over and rose above her to straddle her body on his hands and knees. He licked her tits and rubbed his lips over the hard, upthrust nipples. Then he swung around and positioned his cock over her face. His mouth descended into the tangle of her crotch hair. His jaws opened wide and his mouth covered her cunt-bush. His lips and tongue worked into the open, steaming gash of her pussy. He possessively sucked her clit between his teeth. He lowered his hips to bring his cock toward her mouth. Joanna used both hands to grab it and pull the cockhead down.
Extending her tongue, she lapped up the bead of creamy liquid at the tip of his cock. She pulled the swollen cockhead against her lips, kissed it briefly, and then opened her mouth to engulf it. She used her free hand to reach up and grasp his ball-sac.
Her belly muscles quivered as his tongue fluttered over her pussy. His cockhead struck the back of her throat. The heat of her mouth covered the length of his cock-shaft. He whipped his tongue over her pussy in response to the sucking movements of her mouth on his cock. He lapped the pink flaps of her cuntlips and the wet flesh between them. He touched her cunthole, dabbed against it, and then pushed his tongue into it.
Joanna whimpered. Her lips clamped down harder on his cock-shaft. She bucked her steaming cunt against his face.
He finally grabbed her waist and rolled her over so that she was straddled above him. She lowered herself onto his body. Her head rose and fell, her lips solidly gripping his thrusting cock. His hands held the backs of her thighs as he buried his face in the gaping, wet trough of her crotch.
Joanna writhed and slid herself across his chest and belly. She could think of nothing except the massive pillar of cock-flesh in her mouth and the thrusting tongue in her burning cunt. She played her mouth over his rampant cock, traced her fingers over the broad base, probed the piss-hole with her tongue-tip, and sucked noisily on the fruity glans. She kissed the base of his cock and tried to reach below it to lick his balls. She teased his cock and felt the steady flow of fluid collecting at the tip. She held off sucking at the cockhead again.
Instead, she lapped the sides and base, her fingers spreading the viscous fluid over the plum-shaped knob.
Mike strained and groaned as he drove his tongue deeper into Joanna's cunt. She raised her head again and brought her mouth down over his cock. The hard slab of muscle slid through the ring formed by her lips. Her jaws stretched wide to take the full width of him. Her lips were finally at the base of his cock and her nose pressed into his crotch-hair. When her lips came off his cock, streams of saliva dribbled out of her mouth to coat his swollen balls.
"Fuck me!" she hissed. "Please fuck me!" He chuckled. His hands gripped her and he slipped his body from under hers.
"You really want it?" he said.
She nodded. She closed her eyes as his hands stroked the skin along the tops of her thighs. "Yes!" she gasped. "Fuck me! Please fuck me!"
"Tell me how you want it," he said. His swaying cock was poised above her cunt. He let the cockhead touch her belly. "Tell me," he hissed.
"I want you to fuck me!" she groaned. "I want your cock inside me! I want it inside my cunt!"
"Put it in, baby."
He remained in place, kneeling with his crotch directly over hers. She opened her eyes long enough to see where he was. His massive cock hung suspended, swaying in the air above her yearning cunt. She grabbed the shaft in both hands and forced it downward. She brought his cockhead against her pulsing cuntlips. She bucked upward, driving the heat of her cunt-hole against his glans. Her downward pull on his shaft forced him to lower his hips. In a moment the tip of his cock was captured by the clutching grip of her pussy. He gradually let his hips descend, his cock sliding into the channel of her dripping cunt. His thighs and crotch were finally pressed against hers.
Joanna could feel his balls hanging low against her crotch. His thick cock stretched her cunt to its limits. He rested his weight on her, pressing his pubic bone against her bloated cuntlips.
"Tell me how you want it," he said.
She gasped against his ear. "Fuck me!" she said. "Fuck me hard!" He began fucking her, jamming his cock in and out of her hungry cunt with deep-throated grunts of unbridled lust. Joanna opened her legs wide to expose all of her crotch to his hammering thrusts. The force of his lust was delicious. His pistoning cock produced a sensation of exquisite fullness. She adored the way his fuck-meat pounded her body. She shivered at the marvelous slapping of his balls against her wet crotch. She urged him on, bucking her hips in response to the pistoning of his cock in the flooded channel of her cunt.
Mike was grunting now with the exertion and excitement of his fucking. He hammered relentlessly, ramming his cock with deep thrusts. Then, without any warning, he suddenly pulled out.
"Turn over," he said.
"What?"
"Turn over on your belly."
Joanna obeyed. She knew what was coming next. A knot of lust filled her stomach. She moaned as he lowered himself against her back. His juice-coated cockhead grazed her asshole. He braced himself with both hands against her creamy ass cheeks. His fingers clutched the plump mounds of soft flesh. He caressed the cheeks as his cockhead probed the puckered rosette of her asshole. Then Joanna felt the fat tip of his cockhead slide into the grip of her shit-hole. She groaned and jerked her body.
"Easy," he said. "Just relax. It won't hurt if you just relax."
She smiled inwardly. If he only knew how many times she'd been fucked up the ass in the past few months! When he pressed forward again, she pretended pain. She clamped her sphincter shut. She made as if to twist away, but he held her fast. His strong hands gripped her ass cheeks. She finally went limp and relaxed.
He pushed forward again and his cockhead popped into the ring of her asshole. Inch by inch, his cock moved into the depths of her ass.
"Relax, baby," he said. "Relax."
He rested his thighs on hers. He positioned himself so that he was centered directly above her. His bloated balls nestled in her crotch. He held still a moment, making no attempt to ram his throbbing cock any deeper.
Joanna moaned as her ass closed over the hot bulk of his cock. She shivered at the wonderful feeling of his fleshy pole reaming out her shit-hole.
Grunting now, Mike pushed forward again to probe her ass. Joanna groaned in response. In her mind she visualized the look of the hard meat pushing into her rectum. She could feel the pressure of his crotch against her ass. She could feel his coarse crotch-hair tickling the tender white skin of her ass cheeks.
Again he held still, this time with his cock completely embedded in her shit-tube. She wanted him to fuck her ass as hard as possible, but she didn't dare tell him that. She squirmed her hips on the bed and moaned. Whatever pain there had been was now replaced with a sensuous warmth, a delightful lusty feeling of fullness.
He lowered his chest against her back. His hands slipped under her body to grasp her tits. He rolled his crotch across her ass, screwing his rampant cock, stretching her ass until deep moans of pleasure came gurgling out of her throat. She shuddered each time she felt his cockhead pressing against the walls of her shit hole. She felt nothing but hot pleasure now. There was a joy in the knowledge of being fully possessed.
Joanna finally could hold back no longer. With a deep groan, she rose up to push her ass back against him.
"Fuck me!" she groaned. "Fuck my ass!" He chuckled at his victory. He began pistoning his cock in and out of the hot, tight grip of her ass hole. Each forceful stroke brought a mewling sound of lust from her lips. He continued ramming and probing, twisting his hips to make sure his swollen cockhead reamed out every square inch of her throbbing shit-tube.
Squirming and gasping, Joanna started coming. She could feel the heat building up in him. He finally pulled his hands away from her tits, grabbed her ass again, and braced himself. He raised his hips and slammed them down, then raised them again.
He pulled his cock out until only the crown was held by her sphincter. Then he drove it in to plumb the depths of her quaking ass.
When Joanna heard him grunt, she stiffened expectantly. She felt a sudden rush of hot fluid in her bowels and knew he'd come. He slowed a moment, tensed, and then dug his fingers into the flesh of her ass cheeks. Then he began thrusting again, pistoning in and out until the end, until he finally fell against her with a shuddering gasp. As he sank down on her body, she vented a loud groan and came once again.
After awhile, he eased himself free. His soft cock slipped out of the grasping hole. Her sphincter returned to its former tightness. His jism began oozing out in the wake of his retreating cock. He rolled onto his back, and Joanna slipped her body onto his. Their lips met, parted, and pressed together again. He drew her down and nestled her head on his shoulder.
"I hope I didn't hurt you," he said.
Joanna smiled. "No, it was nice."
"Maybe we ought to do that more often," he said.
She said nothing. She smiled again and buried her nose in his armpit, knowing their marriage would satisfy her once again.