CHAPTER ONE

 

 

 

Connie brought it up first.

"What's this?" Jevon asked, as he closed the door to the steam-filled bathroom and stepped into the bedroom. "Starting without me?"

She looked up from the magazine and slowly brought her large, hazel eyes into focus on him. The color was already high in her smooth cheeks, and the flush had spread down her neck to her upper chest. Her small mouth was open, her lips parted. Her nipples poked up against the thin sheet.

She seemed to be realizing for the first time that she had one hand beneath the sheet, moving between her legs.

"Get over here, stud. My motor's running and I need some gas!"

Jevon stood there and grinned at her as he finished drying his hair.

"'My motor's running and I need some gas'?" he said. "Are you reading Motor Trend or Penthouse?"

She leered pointedly at his crotch, where his dick was already half-hard. "Gimme that big gas hose!"

"Fillerup?"

She groaned. "I give up!"

He turned briefly and tossed the towel with the expertise of practice. It hung on the knob of the bathroom door. "Will I get a good tip?"

"Two of 'em." She pulled the sheet off her chest, exposing her pert, firm breasts. "But I want a tip, too!"

He stood beside the bed, his prick still hardening and already impressive.

"Just the tip?"

Connie rolled lithely to her hand and knees, the sheet falling completely away from her tight body. She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the tip of his prick and immediately began sucking and licking it. Sometimes it seemed like she could never get enough of her husband's big cock -- and sometimes it seemed there was too much of it for her to handle.

Jevon sighed deeply and caressed his wife's dark hair as she drew more and more hardness into his dick. He looked down at her sleek back, her tiny waist, her hard little ass cheeks drawn so tightly by her position. She was moving her hips slowly from side to side, something that nine years of marriage had taught him to spot as a signal that she was exceptionally horny.

What the hell had she been reading?

He bent from the waist and picked up the magazine. Penthouse -- the letters.

Her mouth pulled off his cock. "Hey, you want to read or play, bub?"

He knelt on the bed and rolled her onto her back as he dropped the magazine. He crawled over her and held his weight off her tiny frame with his arms and pressed his lips to hers. She grabbed him around the neck with her arms and around the waist with her legs and pulled him down to her. His cock was trapped against her flat tummy as their lips opened and their tongues dueled.

After a few minutes, he pulled away and began kissing his way down over her neck and shoulders. He licked her hard nipples and then lightly nipped one. She squirmed against him.

Abruptly, he reached back and grabbed the magazine. He handed it to her.

"I want you to read me the one that got you so turned on."

"And what are you going to be doing?"

He began sucking one nipple while he ran one hand down to caress her side and her hips.

"I'll think of something..."

"Oh!" she gasped when he resumed suckling at her small, hard breasts.

He stopped and looked up at her, brown eyes wide and graying hair tousled. "Well?"

She began to read aloud as he kissed her belly and moved still lower. Her breathing became ragged and her words occasionally garbled. By the time she finished reading the letter, he had her thighs over his broad shoulders, her little ass cupped in his hands and his face pressed hungrily into her crotch.

His tongue was all over her dripping cunt, but he wasn't touching her clitoris -- yet. Connie squirmed and hunched her hips, trying to get that final contact, but he was gripping her buttocks tightly in his strong hands and restricting her movements. She brought her hands up to her breasts and pinched her nipples, her moans getting louder and louder.

He could tell she was getting close to the Big One by the twitching of her ass cheeks and the amount of juices running out of her. He shifted his fingers just enough so one was just pressing against her constricted anus and she immediately began grinding against it.

Then he took her swollen clit in a lip-grip and let the tip of his tongue just barely graze it.

"YESSSSS! AHHHHhhhh! Oh! Oh!"

Connie was a screamer.

She locked her thighs on his head and tried to somehow grind her cunt into his mouth while jabbing her trim butt down at the stiffened fingertip. She could feel her pussy spasming as she came and felt her asshole convulsing against the fingertip that was just beginning to penetrate.

The first, clenching explosion finally passed and her body went all sinuous and demanding. He continued lightly lapping her sensitized clit and worked more of the finger into her. She rolled her hips and groaned and came again, and then again, and again -- and then she simply couldn't wait any more.

Connie reached down with both hands and took his head in her hands. She pulled him up till she could look at his face, all happily coated with her abundant juices.

"I want you inside me! Please!"

He bent his head again to her cunt, slowly licking the juices of her labia and inner thighs as he withdrew the finger from her ass. When he surfaced again, he was grinning madly.

"Get up here," she cooed and pulled her legs back. He reached up with both hands and pushed her legs ahead of him as he crawled over her. She looked down and saw that his cock was monstrously erect. At ten inches, and with a girth almost equal to her wrist, it was the biggest she'd ever had -- too big sometimes. Connie was small all over and even after nine years, she still felt a brief shudder of apprehension.

But after nine years, she knew her loving husband would be careful -- and she was desperate to feel him inside her.

He ran his hands down her upthrust legs to grasp her wrists. She knew immediately what he had in mind -- exactly what she'd been hoping. She grabbed her ankles and held her legs wide as Jevon knelt up and took his cock in his fingers. He shuffled forward a bit more, till his balls were brushing her cunt, and then let his cock smack down on her abdomen. She felt it throbbing there on her hot flesh, the purplish knob just barely short of her naval. He rubbed his balls lightly over her wet cunt, shifting from side to side so they would brush against her clit.

"Don't make me wait too long," Connie groaned miserably. "I need you inside me!"

He backed up until he could push the tip of his stiff prong between her legs, then wedged it against her slippery pussy lips.

"You're so hard and hot!" she breathed, as if discovering this. She looked down between them, past his well-muscled chest and flat stomach to where the huge bar of flesh reached down to her upturned cunt. It looked as if they mutually shared his penis, a fleshy bond between dark curls of pubic hair.

His arms curled around her legs, pulled her calves onto his shoulders. Again, his hands ran down over her legs. He gripped her hips as she reached toward her husband's dick. She put one hand on his cock, to guide it more truly, and with the fingers of the other hand she spread her pussy lips as much as possible.

He began pushing into her.

"Unnnnnnnn...." The sound was forced from her mouth as she felt her cunt being wedged open by her husband hard, thick cock. The earlier orgasms had tightened her even more and her pussy was resisting.

He pushed half the glans into her and stopped. His hands moved her hips from side to side, stretching her small hole against his dick. When he pushed again, Connie threw her arms wide and hissed loudly as the knob finally popped into her vagina.

"Ooh -- Yes!"