Ch 1
Juliet let out a soft sigh as the stiff black cock pushed past her lips slid into her. She could almost feel the moisture coating her inner labia overflowing with anticipation. She loved its warmth and the way it made her tingle from her toes to her belly. She groaned lightly as it filled her, clinching her muscles against its length and girth.
But she dared not let out anything more than a whimper. She had learned early in her marriage with Darryl that her cries of pleasure drove him to climax much too quickly. No, she wanted to milk him slowly and deliberately. She wanted this to last so, so bad, and she knew it just wouldn't go long enough.
That had always been a quirk of hers. Ever since she discovered her capacity for stimulation, Juliet was insatiable. She broke her first vibrator within a week, the circuits fried from overuse. Darryl always tried his best, and he is an impressive physical specimen. She heard from her sister about that time he made her cum over and over again in their parent's bedroom.
Darryl could frequently get Juliet to a state of frenzy as well. But it seemed like whenever he did, she would plateau after the initial excitement—her buzz would only last for so long before her brain decided it wanted more. Her mind often wandered like it was disconnected from the body being ravaged below and their lovemaking often ended with her pining for one last thrust, one last drip of cum, one last touch inside her soul.
"I'm doing it again," she thought to herself. "Focus. Stay in the present. Feel him all around you."
She closed her eyes and locked her legs around his muscular bottom, glistening with sweat.
"How does that feel, baby?" He whispered in her ear.
She smiled softly. "Harder," she whispered back. She was always juggling how to react to her man. After four years of marriage, she thought it would be different by now. But still, she had to choose her words carefully during sex—not too excited to make Darryl orgasm, but encouraging enough at the same time.
Darryl had achieved a good rhythm at this point. The rhythmic thrusts of his seven-inch cock pressed again and again against her cervix, and the brief spasms of pain drove her wild. She felt her breathing quicken as a tiny climax rolled over her body, and she instinctively grabbed her breasts to make it last.
But too soon it was over, and Juliet felt her mind wandering again as her husband kept fucking her.
Darryl noticed the change in her demeanor. He loved it when she ground against him and clutched at her deep, dark nipples. He loved he way that she hit her lip softly when she orgasmed and the way her breaths became quick and shallow. He was close to his own orgasm—he could feel the pressure build in the crown of his penis.
Darryl knew that Juliet had a lot more in her. He slowed his roll to try and buy some time, to try and fill her again.
Juliet smiled at her husband and let her legs fall to the side. She reached up to kiss him and felt their tongues swirling inside. She loved exploring his mouth, running her tongue over his teeth, basting in his taste.
Darryl was first to disengage from the kiss, feeling that his cock had been given a sufficient break.
"What would you like?" he asked, staring into her warm hazel eyes.
"Whatever you want baby," she said with a look of mischief on her face.
"Let me at that ass."
Juliet gave him a smile but deep down inside, she felt a twinge of disappointment. Darryl really liked fucking her doggy style. Too much in fact, and she could rarely get off that way. But she loved him and needed his cock—what else was there to do?
She felt him withdraw and then rolled over, sticking her well-rounded bottom in the air and wiggling it slightly. She tried to spread her legs wide as she knew otherwise the squeeze her pussy put on his cock would be too much for him.
She felt his hands grab her waist and then the familiar warmth of his crown butting against her opening. And then he was in and her body shuddered as another small orgasm flowed from her ass to her toes.
Darryl loved seeing Juliet on all fours, ass in the air. He loved the way her skin felt against his pelvis and thighs and the way her otherwise athletic butt jiggled slightly with each thrust. He took her slight shiver as a sign to get going, and he slowly built his tempo back up.
"Fap, fap, fap," was the sound his balls made as they started to slap against her backside. Faster and faster he went, chugging along, grunting with each thrust, until that pressure built again in the tip of his penis. But this time there was no stopping it. He clenched down his kegel muscles and felt his cock spill over in pleasure. He got a couple more thrusts in before he lost control, dumping his semen into Juliet's cunt in jolts, four, five, six strong as he emptied himself into her.
Juliet knew once she was on all fours, she wouldn't be completely satisfied. Hell, most of the fucks she had before Darryl couldn't get her off even twice, and Darryl had to build to that point. Still, she couldn't help but feel a little cheated. It was a guilty feeling—here they were connected in the closest possible way, and all she wanted was more sex.
But there was an upside to Darryl finishing. Juliet loved cum. She loved feeling it hit her cervix, loved tasting it, rubbing it over her skin, tasting it some more. As soon as he pulled out, she flipped onto her back and drove her right middle and ring fingers into her cunt. She scooped out as much of the juices as she could, their fluids mingling together in perfect harmony. Fingers curled, she lapped the sticky liquid into her mouth, feeling the hot, slightly burning sensation in her tongue as she imagined millions of sperm cells swimming inside her mouth.
Darryl watched her go back for seconds with amusement. He had girls swallow before, but it didn't really matter to him. Wasn't semen something you clean up with a sock or a towel? Until he met Juliet years ago he never knew someone who loved cum so much.
He loved watching her though after they made love. He drank in the details as she spread some of his potion on her tan, natural, d-cup breasts. In a strange way it turned him on, smelling his musk on her afterwards. He watched in satisfaction as she circled her firm nipples with her fingers, the thick semen sticking slightly as it dried.
When Juliet finally opened her eyes and came to her senses, she found Darryl in his usually spot lying down next to her. She reached in and gave him a soft kiss on the lips before nestling into his arms. This is where she was meant to be. This was love. Their breathing slowed to match each other's as they cuddled naked, needing only each other.
So why couldn't she still get sex off of her mind?
The next day Juliet got up before dawn as was her habit. She took a quick look at Darryl's slumbering form. He still had a football player's body, though a bit thicker around his trunk and thighs these days. She drank in his flaccid cock and couldn't resist giving it a quick kiss on the tip.
