She watched it as it grew before her, like a large prehistoric serpent shaking itself to life, aroused by her approach. She was transfixed by its sheer size, sensing the gravity of its presence. It seemed to peer at her through its single, unblinking eye. She instinctively knew what she had to do. Words were not necessary. Instruction would have been futile. She longed for the fullness of it and craved its taste.
She knelt submissively before it, bowing her blonde head slightly, yielding to its demand while she submitted to her own. He stepped closer to her, the smell of his pretentious cologne filling her nostrils. She opened her pouting lips wide, ready to take it, and closed her big blue eyes as it made its inevitable approach.
"Show me." He grunted, "Show me how badly you want that A."
She did her best to stretch her tiny mouth around its mighty girth, but she wasn't that experienced. The boys at home weren't nearly as large. And even the college "men" she had blown during her first semester didn't compare to Dr. Perkins. She knew that sucking off her professor was wrong, but she wanted to be bad and she wanted to prove to him how good she could be at it.
"Really?" Kate tossed the book aside.
"Oh come on, I wanted to know if she could take all of it. If you stop reading now, I'll never know whether she gets that A," Mickey laughed.
"Honestly, that's the last time you get to pick." Kate's voice was playful, even though she was half serious.
"So that means more 'heaving bosoms' and 'turgid manhood', I suppose." Mickey sighed sadly, even though the smile on his face betrayed him as he reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out another book.
They had been reading erotica to one another since they arrived in Texas. They had bought a beautiful older home and were enjoying the process of remodeling it when Kate came across the stash in the attic. There were tightly sealed wooden cases filled with books. Someone had worked hard to preserve them and they had held up remarkably well for a few decades. They were, however, of varying literary quality to say the least. Some were pulp novels with lurid images of "hot dames" or "lusty virgins" almost always with impressive cleavage, and typically in some sort of distress. Others were hardbacks, written a century ago with more innuendo.
Typically, they would find a scene or two that they would reenact with one another. Some evenings ended with a satisfying climax, while others stimulated little more than laughter. But each encounter seemed to teach them more about creative sex, themselves, and each other.
Kate wasn't a fan of the "damsel in distress." She preferred the female characters who knew what they wanted and stopped at nothing to ensure that they got it. Mickey, on the other hand, found himself drawn to teasing, voyeuristic encounters.
"I think I'll read this to you, instead." He showed his wife the cover of the new volume and she smiled.
"That place we found the other night?"
He nodded. "You seemed to like it."
Kate jumped from the bed. "Be right back," she said as she disappeared down the hallway.
By the time Mickey found the page and pulled another item from the drawer she had returned to the room.
"'Stop. Stand right there,' he instructed. Belinda dutifully paused at the foot of the bed."
Kate stepped to the foot of the bed as well.
"He quietly stepped behind her, pulling a scarf out of his pocket, then gently placed it over her eyes before tying it securely."
Mickey laid the book aside and stood. Kate smiled as she waited for him to blindfold her.
"Good?" he asked. She simply nodded her head.
Returning to the bed, he adjusted the pillows behind him, allowing him to sit up as he continued reading.
"'Now strip for me.'
She paused a second too long.
'Now.' he said gently. 'I want you to show me every inch of yourself.'
He thought he could see her fingers trembling as she reached for the button on her blouse. She could only imagine what he was planning. Wanting to please him, she was slow and deliberate. First, removing her blouse, turning her back to him as it dropped to the floor. Then the skirt. He loved the way her ass slowly rose out of the fabric as she bent forward to remove it. She tossed the bra aside fairly dramatically, then slowly turned to him, her breasts covered by her crossed arms."
Mickey glanced up at Kate who had moved her own arms across her chest. Her head was slightly bowed as she seemed to cower, waiting for the next instruction.
"'You're almost there. Now the panties. I want to see everything. Show me your cunt.'
The word jarred her, but Belinda complied quickly, dropping her hands to her waist and quickly removing the last remaining piece of clothing.
'You look amazing.' Dan said. 'Now come here and see what you've done.'
He could have stared at her for another hour, but his cock wanted something else. And he knew there was another surprise waiting for her. So he happily watched as she slowly found the bed and then crawled to him.'
Mickey watched as Kate mirrored the action in the book, moving catlike up the bed. Her breasts swayed as she made her way toward him. They still made his dick twitch. He returned to the book.
"He could feel her warmth as she made her way up between his legs, stopping when she found his erection. Her smile was coy.
'You did that. Now you need to do something about it.' He said.
Still on all fours, without a word, she lowered her opened mouth to take his dick. It bumped her cheek and she moved quickly to realign herself. She slid down the shaft until she nearly gagged., then gently sucked her way back up to the tip. She repeated the move, adding a little more suction each time."
Kate's mouth felt like warm butter as she took him deeply, then gently worked her way back up his cock. Her tongue fluttered as she did, increasing the sensation. Her mouth never opened beyond what was necessary to allow his prick to glide through her lips.
"'Don't forget the balls.' His voice was soft, but direct. She dropped to her elbows, freeing her hands to find his sac. He felt her warmth gently wrapping around both of his testicles as she continued to bob up and down. She teased them, tugging slightly, then allowing a fingertip to explore, looking for his asshole.
