"Well, maybe," I whispered, moving forward, my hands sliding my fingers under her back just south of her arms, beside her tits. I lowered my body, lying my chest and abdomen flat over her mound and stomach between her quivering legs. I rocked my body back and forth over the mound as she lifted her hips to me. I slid my hands up her sides, over her tits, my thumb and index finger rolling the nipple gently. Her nipples grew very hard to my touch. Her eyes closed, her head tilted backwards into the pillow. A soft moan escaped her lips.
"Lick my nipples honey," she whispered, "bite me gently," she continued. I knew how generically tender her nipples were, so would carefully lick them, bite them, and roll the hard nipple into my mouth, mashing the flesh against my teeth. Small, pert, 34-B tits, firm to the touch, smooth unblemished skin. My mind wandered. Would CJ have a hard body? Could I bite the nipples harder? Could I chew them deliciously? I rolled the wife's nipple up under my thumb as I moved in, licking up her tit flesh, unto the areola, and over the hard nipple. Leaning back, I blew cool air over the wet flesh. Goose bumps appeared instantly. I wrapped my fingers around her mound of tit flesh, squeezed softly, firming the flesh tight, leaned to her, and sucked her entire nipple and half her tit into my mouth, my tongue probing, washing over the flesh quickly. Her chest heaved, lifting her tit to my mouth as a groan erupted from her, so deep in sound I knew it came from her core. Her whole body flexed and shuddered as the first waves of that sexual feeling passed through her body. Her fingers snaked into my hair, pulling me to her body. I could feel her satisfaction as I gently sucked, licked, and nibbled on her nipple. I moved quickly to the other, repeating my gentle assault on the second nipple. Her hips undulated under my abdomen, lifting, tilting, moving side to side as I continued my journey from one tit to the other, and back again. I knew the direct route from her nipple to her sex, how her sex drive would increase 10-fold as I continued my tit foreplay.
Finally, her body demanded more serious play. As she grabbed my shoulders, she pushed me down toward her mound. I licked, nibbled, and played on the southward journey. Her left leg lifted high, draping up the couch cushion, her heel hooked on the top as her right leg dropped off the side of the couch. Her legs could not get wider. I looked to her eyes. I quickly understood her mood. Intense, pursed lips, her body screamed for more, and it was needed quickly. I dropped my hands below her butt, sliding them under her hips, palms up. As they slid by her hips, I curled the hands up over her thighs. I leaned to her, my tongue extended, probing her exposed clit slowly. As I circled her clit, her hips leaped upwards, shoving her cunt to my mouth. I tightened my fingers, holding her body down. I wanted to have her, but on my terms.
"Oh fuck please," she grunted quietly. "Don't tease me. Make me cum baby," she whispered. I did not respond. I sucked her clit into my mouth, clamping my teeth over it securely, and thrashed it with my tongue. Her hips exploded upwards, lifting my head and shoulders above the couch. I held one for dear life as she started bucking under me. As her hips humped up and down, I thrashed her sensitive clit in my mouth, smearing my face back and forth in her slit. Her juices were pouring to my mouth, my cheeks, chin smothered in her juices. Moving quickly, I slid down her cleft, shoving my tongue into her hole. I probed her, forcing my mouth tight to her hole, extending retracting my tongue rapidly to simulate fucking her. Her hips got a rhythm, lifting, dropping, and grinding against my mouth. Her hands clamped under her thighs, holding her high above the couch. Now propped on my elbows, I devoured her cunt. I rose up, my mouth again sucking her clit deep into my mouth as she screamed unintelligibly. I thrashed her, chewing wildly on her clit, pushing her body toward her orgasm. Her chin pressed hard to her chest, her mouth agape, she absorbed each nibble, each tongue thrash, pushing her body to her first orgasm.
"Oh yes," she drew out long and loud. "Oh," her voice trailed off. Her body exploded, her legs flying beside my arms, her toes extended, lifting her body, her crotch to my mouth. Her hips humped, thrashing up and down rapidly, pushing against my mouth. I slowed my tongue, lazily circling her clit. Her body slowed it's gyrations, almost growing limp in my hands. I let her body flop to the couch, my mouth still attached to her swollen clit. Lying flat on the couch, my mouth at her cunt, I reached to spread her lips, using my thumb, index finger to part them. Her pink slit exposed, I licked top to bottom, reaming her wet hole with each pass. As I approached her clit, she hips jumped. Slowly, I circled her clit, then probing the bottom side, hooking my tongue in the folds, licking upwards to flatten her clit on her pelvis bone. I started faster, quicker probes of her clit, mashing it, flicking it back and forth. Her body responded very quickly, her second orgasm approaching fast. As she grabbed my hair, pulling my mouth to her, a loud, guttural grunt exploded from her, her body ripped with a second powerful orgasm. Her cunt spastically quivered against my mouth, her sustained orgasm passing through her body. Not as powerful, but longer lasting, I took her body further, shoving two fingers into her wet hole, burying them completely. As soft scream escaped her clenched lips, her feet lifted skyward, straight, hips tilting to me, offering me her total sex. I pounded my fingers in, out of her cunt, the squishy noises filling my ears as her body absorbed each thrust, each penetration.
My mind clearly interrupted my sex thought process. Would a lady's cunt juices stain a $6000 leather couch? "Who the fuck cares," answered my cock's little brain.
As her orgasm subsided, her body flopped flat on the couch. Her body limp, her breathing coming in gasps, she lay quietly. In contrast, my cock was rigid, needing a place to penetrate. I knee walked along the couch, pulling her head to the edge. As I shifted her body, her head dropped off the edge. Fisting my cock, I placed it to her lips. Her mouth instinctively opened, her eyes closed, I pushed forward. My cock slid almost effortlessly into her mouth, my balls bouncing off her forehead with each thrust of my hips. Her hands wrapped my hips, her hands coming to rest on my ass. As I pushed into her face, she pulled me hard, driving my long, hard cock down her throat. As I pulled back, her teeth raked along the skin, sending shivers up and down my spine. I face fucked her for several more minutes, my balls churning, boiling to explode.
"Over the couch," I stated abruptly. "I want to fuck you from behind," I continued. Pulling from her mouth, I helped to pull her up from the couch. As we walked around the end, I playfully swatted her ass. With assistance, she jumped up on the back of the couch, bent at the waist, and offered her backside for my pleasures. I looked to her, her glistening slit framed by her legs. Her feet did not touch the floor. I had a dangling cunt to fuck. I knew she would wrap her thighs over my hips, lock her feet behind me, and let me fuck her blind. My balls boiled. I would pound her petite body hard. My orgasm was close.
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard," she commanded. "Get that big cock in me now," she ordered. I saddled to her, fisted my cock, sliding the head up and down her soaked slit. Finding her wet hole, I pushed forward, penetrating her quickly. As I thrust forward, her breath exhaled quickly. Pulling her hip bones, I ground my hips hard to her body. With a quick pull back, I slammed my hips forward again, my cock penetrating her completely. My hips slapped off her ass. I lost cognizant thought, only my small brain controlled thought now. I savagely thrust hard, deep, slamming my big cock into her petite body. The sounds of our fucking surrounded us, her wails, her screams filling my senses. Grunting savagely, I thrust deep, grinding our sexes together. Holding, pulling her hips hard, I exploded, shooting spurt after spurt of cum into her body. My body convulsed, my knees almost buckling as my orgasm ripped through my crotch. I humped her hard, driving my deflating cock in and out of her sopping cunt. After several thrusts, my cock limply pinned between us, wrapped by her lips. I pulled her close, grinding my body to her one more time. Humping my hips, I pulled back, my sticky, soft cock dangling between us.
"Be right back, I offered, turning quickly. I bounded into the bedroom, grabbed a couple of sex towels, and returned. Having wrapped my dripping cock snugly, I stuck the other towel between her legs. With a groan, she clamped her legs together. Neither of us moved for a couple of minutes. Finally, she turned her hips, rolled, and flopped to the couch. Leaning over the couch, I watched her face, an expression often seen. She had a contented look of satisfaction etched in her face. "Now don't fall asleep here," I told her. I walked around the couch, grabbed my clothes, and started dressing.
"Grab my robe," she asked half asleep. I walked to the bedroom, grabbed both robes, and returned to the living room. Glancing to the clock, it was 10pm. We had fucked for an hour. 9 Β½ hours left and counting.