Louise sat up and threw her head back lost in pleasure. Her pussy seemed to gel against his face. She rotated her hips, grinding her cunt on his eager tongue. Vince mumbled and made yummy sounds, tasting her dripping juices in his mouth. Louise squeezed Vince's cock as she felt herself peaking. All her muscles tightened as the tension built within her. She was so far gone that she forgot she was holding him.
Vince felt like a stress toy and the head of his penis bulged as she squeezed relentlessly.
She came with such a force that it took his breath away…Though that could also have been from her pushing on his stomach to keep herself from collapsing from weakness or the fact she almost ripped his penis off. He was so into her that he didn’t hear the phone ring. She sat on his face and pulled on his hair to continue his journey and oral exploration of every crease and crevice of her womanly cavern.
“Damn Vince, it’s been a while, babe. Lee’s wife Denise just called and told me there’s a sale at Macys and they close in an hour, so I’ll hurry back to finish. You told me I could do anything I wanted. Thanks, you are the best. You just wait right there!” she said gleefully not waiting for his reply.
Louise hurriedly dressed and took all the money from Vince's wallet with her as she scurried out the door. She was so happy.
“But, but, what about, you know, SHIT, what next?”
All Vince could do was lay there with a hard-on. His cock was covered with chocolate syrup and Louise's spit.
The hungry, mean dog jumped onto the bed and growled at Vince. The dog sniffed the air smelling the syrup and growled ferociously at her tormentor. Vince struggled to get away. He yelled at the dog and it leapt at his groin with teeth bared.
The screams of unearthly pain could be heard for miles.
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The Other Man
The slow steady drumming of the rain outside the door was drowning out the moans inside. Looking in through an open window, all that Dave saw was a fire, two half full glasses of champagne, a silver bowl of strawberries and another bowl of cream. That simple tranquility would have been broken by a whimpering cry of deepened ecstasy ringing from the room if Dave could have heard it. Clothes were strewn across the furniture. A wet dress, red brasserie, and a pair of trousers lay on the floor along with a striped button up shirt. Dave pushed his face against the window, his breath fogging the glass as he tried to see what was happening.
He believed his wife Tami was cheating on him. She had become more distant, more secretive. What he saw here would be his proof. He brought a camera to take pictures, then he would tell her their marriage was OVER. The cold rain drenched his trench coat and Seattle Mariners baseball hat. Still, he stood in the mud determined to find out…tonight. He crept in the shadows along the wall of the house to the next window. There, he stared through the camera into the dimly lit room and saw something moving. Through the lens he saw a woman's head moving up and down.
Dear Lord, it’s Tami!!!!!!
He could barely see her face but it was definitely Tami. In horror, he watched his wife as she held onto another man’s penis, giving him a blowjob like the ones only hookers give. A tear came to his eye as he saw Tami throw her head back. A bead of drool trickled along the corner of her mouth and she smiled wickedly. She still held fast to his enormous hard cock glistening with her spit.
Tami's flowing black hair hung across her face as she leaned forward to take the head into her mouth. Her tongue circled the tip moving farther and farther down the shaft. She seemed to moan and abruptly pulled up and stood before her lover. Dave saw she was wearing his favorite thong, the white one with a frilly lace waistband, and no bra.
Tami cut the thong waistband with a pair of scissors and tossed them aside, as her lover sat in front of her with an incredible hard-on. There was wickedness to her tonight, a side Dave had not seen in quite a while—a kind of dirty, naughty, frisky, “let's fuck” attitude. As she straddled her lover in the chair (Dave's favorite chair for football), she reached down and grabbed his cock in her palm and guided the hardness into her opening. The cock twinged and flinched in her hand, as she first just spread her labia with its tip then drew the swollen head into her. As if possessed she slid down the length of it, and screamed in pleasure so ecstatic Dave could almost feel the scream vibrate through him.
Strangely, Dave was aroused seeing his wife fucking another guy. He watched as she grasped her love
r’s wrists and showed him how she wanted her breasts touched. Her nipples taut from excitement, she moved his fingers against them. Dave remembered touching Tami like that and he was overcome by the fear of losing her to this man.
When she reached her limit, she firmly pinned her lover’s hands against the back of the chair and slammed against his torso making his head jerk forward from the sheer force. She seemed almost desperate as she reached down and frantically rubbed her clit while she fucked her lover. Dave could see that her fingertips were wet from touching the entrance to her desire. She took her fingertip and rubbed the juices from her sex along the lips of his mouth, dipping a finger into her pussy and touching his lips again. She then kissed his mouth and her hair fell forward, covering their faces. Her chest had sweat on it from her non-stop rhythm of their sex. She slammed her pussy frantically onto his hard cock. She rode his cock with abandon.
Her mouth opened wide and her eyes strained to stay open as she shivered. She was so close. With an abrupt thrust that buried her lover’s cock to the hilt, she looked up to the sky tears flowing from her eyes and she collapsed and shook in a deep orgasmic climax that seemed to last forever. She flipped her hair to stare into her lover's eyes. Her face was blank, though her body still jumped from the spastic contractions on his still rock-hard cock inside her.
In a jealous rage Dave broke in the door and rushed into the living room. Tami grabbed a blanket to cover herself. Dave was crying as he pointed the gun at her. How could she do this to him after everything they've been through?
He couldn't do it. He screamed at the stranger to stand up. But he remained motionless. Dave was a volcano of emotional pain. He then erupted and shot the lover in the back of the head three times. Tami screamed as the plastic scattered out across the floor and into the fire which hissed and spit, then settled again. The quiet was deafening. Shock took over both of them and a hissing noise echoed through the room.
Dave stood there dripping wet from the rain, crying, thinking he had killed a man out of sheer jealousy.
In fact, he'd murdered…a mannequin.
Seems Tami had been secretive lately because she was feeling unfulfilled. Her friend Joan had purchased her a “boytoy”. It was a life-size rubber doll with attachable anatomy in various sizes. She had picked a large (Dave was definitely a medium). The jumbo looked like it was for elephants.
She told him how being alone a lot had made her search for alternatives and she couldn't bring herself to cheat on him. So this was the next best thing. Her biggest problem was that she had fallen in love with the boytoy, or “MEAT” as she lovingly called him. He was always there when she needed him. Stamina had never been a problem and the premature ejaculation problem was never there. He never complained about her housecleaning. Never nudged her in the ribs with morning breath, wanting sex. Didn't eat everything in the refrigerator and didn't like sports. He actually listened when she talked. Never told her to lose weight. He made love on demand and always satisfied her and her friends when they stayed the night. He didn't get jealous. Didn't fart in public and blame her. Let her go out with her friends. He even cuddled with her as long as she wanted after sex. His only joy was being there for her.
He was the perfect male.
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The Long Nights, Part 2