Slowly, I disappeared into her, retracting a little too, then more insertion. I glanced up to see her alternately smile and grimace according to my s...rokes. She shoved a pillow under her behind to make entry easier, then asked me to stroke faster…wow it was tight, tighter than any hand job I done on myself! A whiff of air whistled past tickling my balls in the process…too much happening here at once I thought. It was difficult to hold back, I didn’t want to hurt her, but she wanted it. I held it back and back and back… until one day, I thrust my index finger into my rectum and imagined myself dominated by all those who had flaunted their large male members. Even then, though, my killing thoughts lingered. I swore when I went off to college I would come back and kill him in the evening hours, my trusty green car battering the life out of him as I spun my tires away back to Maryland, awaiting a call that my friend had been killed, by a stranger no less. But I didn’t. I stayed. Pull your hand out now, watch my pussy dribble”. He removes his fingers from her as she orgasms, her cum is a think white cream, slowly it seeps out of her hole like treacle.“ You have made me cum, I like that, do you like the look of my cum ? ” she asks. He nods. She pulls his hand up and licks his fingers clean. She pulls him up fully to stand in front of her face. His fully erect cock is directly in front of her mouth, she leans forward and starts to sucks it, fast and rough all the way down. After a few weeks of exhaustive discussion we were ready to act out our agreed fantasy. It all started early one spring evening with my wife Jane getting ready to go out. I secretly watched as she seductively changed into her new black lingerie including stockings and suspenders. She was getting so aroused as she viewed herself in the bedroom mirror, she rubbed her swollen clit at regular intervals with a deep moan of expectation escaping from her trembling mouth.With her lingerie in place, she.