Michael Bender
Mrs. X_s desires
CHAPTER ONE
"Stick it up my box. Oh, Jesus God, Ralph, I love that, what you're doing to me. Ohhhhhhhh!"
Sally opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling and bit down on the wadded piece of sheet in her mouth. While her head was still as a statue, her hips writhed like a hula dancer's. She couldn't stop them. Ralph's head kept bobbing up and down hard between her smooth, ivory thighs and his red tongue stabbed out and darted into her love box.
Sally was naked on the bed. Her golden skin looked out of place on the white sheets. Her lush breasts were two hillocks topped by cherry nipples that were usually soft blobs of putty, but now were pointed peaks. She was sweating a little. The soft sheen of dewy moisture covered her body in response to the urgent probing of Ralph's tongue in her crotch. And when she arched her back and pushed her cunt in Ralph's sex moistened face she sweated some more. With passion! And with dread.
Ralph's tongue was like a soft cotton ball jazzing in and out of her slot. The result was a constant hot feeling, the sparking of electricity shooting up and down her body. She wanted more and more by the minute. Her face screwed up ecstatically and her fingers wound tight in the bed sheet. She was thankful that Ralph couldn't look at her and see how helpless she was. If he did, she knew he'd find some way to make her pay for what she was getting.
"Lick it, baby," she moaned. "Lick my clitoris. Suck that little lollipop, baby. Bite it. Suck it and fuck it."
The words tumbled out of her, tinkling like ice cubes in a gin fizz glass. But what it meant was that she was getting head – for the first time. She was thirty-one years old and she was getting her cunt sucked and dying with each pulse beat of pleasure.
If my husband saw me now… The words seared her brain like a hot brand. She whimpered at the sudden fear of discovery that crowded her brain. Crowded, because the thoughts were already sandwiched in by pleasure. Ralph's tongue was reaming her sex slot. Around and around it went. The hot probe sought out the velvet lining of her box and touched every part with authority.
"Tongue fuck me, Ralph. Honey! Don't stop. Not now."
Her golden thighs opened and slowly engulfed Ralph's head. Then they clamped down trapping his face in her crotch and she thrilled with the sudden realization of new power. He had to breathe her scent. His lips couldn't move without touching her pussy lips or rustling her pubic hair. Each moment was filled with dreadful anticipation full of pleasure waiting for the new assault on her crack to begin.
She lay on her back on the bed and stared at the ceiling and breathed hard. And slowly she raised her hands to her soft breasts and trapped her own nipples with her fingers and rolled and tweaked them until they were rigid pebbles, harder than cut glass.