“Mmmmm, Oh baby, you are soooo goooood, please though, you have to stop. I can’t take it anymore,” he whimpered, balls tightening more with every sloppy suck. Jenna kept sucking, running her hands all over John’s balls, thighs, and ass, and then slipping a finger into his asshole as she slurped harder and faster, harder and faster.
Jenna pulled up abruptly, grinning, a sparkle in her eye.
“Oh God baby, you are so fucking hot,” John moaned. He pulled her towards him and they started kissing again, then he returned to her tits, sucking her nipples as he slid two of his long fingers into her throbbing pussy, pulling them in and out and massaging her clit with his thumb, just like she loved so much and could never get enough of.
“Oh John, that feels SO good!” she cried. He rammed his fingers in and out of her, as her hips bucked against his hand. “Mmmmm, yeah,” she moaned, kissing him hard and chewing his lower lip.
John pulled his fingers from Jenna’s pussy, and then grabbed her ass, pulling her cunt towards his cock. She wrapped her legs around him again, and then begged him to fuck her.
“Fuck me baby, make me cum,” she groaned. “Give me a Mother’s Day fucking!”
He flipped her over onto her stomach, and Jenna knew she was about to get exactly what she’d asked for.
“Get on your knees” he commanded, his voice low and husky. He aimed his pulsating cock at her slick cunt, juices running down her legs.
He pushed himself inside her, his giant cock making her scream out. “OH GOD!”
Her scream met his loud grunt of, “Oh FUCK!! Your cunt feels so good!”
John slammed into her hard and fast, Jenna’s ass pushing against him, both of them primal, grunting, moaning, and moving in tandem. He pushed deeper inside her, then pulled out and slammed her again as Jenna’s fingers curled into the pillow.
She lost herself to a guttural moan, then screamed, “AAAAGHHHH!!!!” as her pussy clenched his dick, contracting and pulsating and shooting juices onto his cock.
He grabbed her hips and pumped his cock harder, riding out her orgasm, and making her cum again. “Oh yeah baby, happy fucking Mother’s Day. Cum for me again, baby. That’s it, cum on my cock baby. Let me know this is the best Mother’s Day of your life,” he grunted continuing to pound himself into her pussy.
As Jenna’s body bucked and shook, he pulled his cock out, then rammed his soaking wet dick into her ass, pounding her until she screamed out and came again, this time her juices shooting all over the bed.
He slipped his fingers into her pussy as he fucked her ass.
“Oh Fuck, Oh God!” he grunted.
“Mmmm…yeah, fuck ME!” she demanded.
He slammed into her ass harder.
“Yeah John, fuck me baby, fuck my tight hole!” she panted.
He fucked her ass until he felt his cock seizing, then quickly pulled out before slamming his dick back inside her cunt. The motion pulled him from the edge, as he rattled at the edge of orgasm.
Jenna could tell John was tortured, longing to release, but wanting to give her as much pleasure as he could before he finally did.
He wanted her to have a happy Mother’s Day.
“Oh Fuck baby, Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum baby, I’m gonna cum in your hot little twat!” John moaned, losing it completely.
“Yeah, cum in me baby, shoot your hot cum into me!” Jenna screamed.
Her pussy contracted once more, proof that her body could go for hours and that her libido would never let up. Her hungry cunt squeezed him tight and he let go.
“AAAAARRRRGHHHH,” he grunted, his cock exploding, and shooting hot cum deep inside her.
“Mmmmm….yea,” she moaned, pushing her ass against him, her pussy aching to feel more of his hot cum spray inside her.
John slammed into her hard; four, five, six times, his cock erupting more cum with every thrust. “Oh Jesus, Oh yea, happy Mother’s Day,” he moaned, spent, falling from her body and onto the bed.
Jenna collapsed face down, her knees rubber and her body still shaking. “Oh John, I could fuck you forever,” she moaned, her hand reaching out to cover his stomach, which was rising and falling with his slowing breath.
“Oh me too, baby. Me too,” he said pulling Jenna against him.
“We seriously need a hotel,” she whispered in her ear. “I want to fuck you non-stop for 24 hours.”
“Mmmm…sounds good to me,” he said. “That’s why you’re mother’s watching Avery and Adam tomorrow. She’ll be here in the morning. Happy Mother’s Day!”
XXX
A Father’s Day Fucking
Chris was feeling a bit down about Father’s Day, as it was noon and he’d already talked to both of his kids (now out of the house), and his wife had already given him gift. What he doesn’t know is that she’s got one more gift in mind … a Father’s Day Fucking unlike any he’s ever had!
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Chris’s phone rang just as he was leaving the Turtle Creek Golf Course and stepping into the parking lot. He stopped just shy of the curb, set his clubs on the concrete, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his relatively new Motorola, glanced at the screen and saw it was his daughter, then placed the phone to his ear.
“Hey sweetie!”
“Hey, Daddy. Happy Father’s Day!” She sounded happy and vibrant, without any hint of the lethargy he usually heard on a Sunday.
“Thanks. You’re up early this morning. I thought you slept past noon on the weekends.”
“Not on Father’s Day!”
“Ha,” Chris said. “Last Father’s Day you called me at 9:30. You called right in the middle of The Walking Dead.”
“Sorry,” she laughed. “I was having Tommy troubles back then.”
“Well, you already gave me the best Father’s Day present ever when you kicked that shitheel to the curb. Seriously, Sweets, I have no idea what you ever saw in that big giant long haired loser face.”
“He had a sweet side you never got to know, Daddy.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, he was a real Prince Charming. You’ve told me a million times already, but I still don’t buy it, and never will” he laughed, then added, “And if your mother bought it on sale, I’d make her return it.”
Chris reached down, swung his golf clubs over his back, then stepped into the parking lot. “So how’s Berkley?”
“Like it always is, dirty and boring but totally my dream, so stop making me feel bad about it. I got straight A’s just like I promised.”
Chris laughed, “Yes, but you could have managed straight A’s at any of the schools in this state who wanted you without raping our bank account.”
“Daddy!”
“It’s Father’s Day,” he said. “I’m allowed to use the raping our bank account line on Father’s Day.” She laughed and he smiled. Crystal was his first born, and a remarkable girl. “You know how proud you make me, right? You’re the best daughter a dad could have.” Chris smiled even though she couldn’t see it, and set his clubs in the trunk. He closed it with one hand, climbed in the front seat, set his Motorola in its cradle, then switched to Bluetooth as he pulled out of the Turtle Creek parking lot.
Crystal kept chatting, helping Chris to feel like an awesome father for another 15 minutes or so as he covered the pleasant drive between Turtle Creek and his house on Acorn Ave. Crystal went on and on about Carol, her horrible roommate who had moved in since she needed someone to cover the half of the rent left by Tommy’s sudden vacancy, and about her slumlord who was making the entire building share four bathrooms now that two were permanently out of order, and how the residents were all trying to file a class action lawsuit.
Chris had no idea why she wanted to go to school in that cesspool of a city.
He said goodbye, reminding Crystal that she didn’t have to wait until the 4th of July to call again. She promised they’d talk long before that. Chris said he hoped so, and that he loved her, then hung up the phone and pulled on to Acorn, the street where they
’d all lived together since it was just he and Wendi taking out a mortgage they couldn’t afford—when Crystal was the size of a grain of rice and Will wasn’t even a twinkle.
Will had called first, early that morning, right when Chris was walking onto the golf course. Things were going well with Will in his first year of college. Crystal was in her final year at Berkley, but Will had stayed local, though not too local, at Arizona State, about two hours away.
Will had managed to make Chris laugh hard enough during the phone call to make him think he might shit his pants, and did it in less than 10 minutes. That was one of Will’s specialties. He could’ve easily talked to Will another half an hour, but he had left the house early to golf, at Wendi’s insistence, and wanted to get out to the green, rather than standing in the clubhouse lobby yapping on the phone like a fool.
Life had been odd since the children’s absence had filled the house with silence. Even though he was just two hours away, Will wasn’t coming home for dinner, making this the first Father’s Day where Chris wouldn’t see either of his children.
Not like it was really that different the year before.
Last year, Chris sorta thought everyone would make a big deal about it being the last Father’s Day with at least one kid home; they certainly had for Wendi. He and Will had brought her breakfast in bed in the morning, then taken her to an amazing dinner that evening. Crystal hadn’t come home, but she did send an amazing photo book she’d put together on her Mac, with photos spanning the entirety of their childhood gathered and sorted and displayed to perfectly produce tears. Chris bought her a beautiful bracelet, a silk nighty, and tickets to see Dave Matthews Band three weeks later.
But Father’s Day came and barely made a blip on their memories. Sure, Wendi made his favorite meal—chicken parmesan and creamy penne pasta—but Crystal didn’t call until late in the evening, and Will had seemed in a hurry to leave so he could get to his buddy Jake’s house since about 10 minutes after he first woke up.
This Father’s Day was already warmer, but Chris felt slightly sad as he pulled into the driveway with the realization that it was barely noon and the Father’s Day part of the day was nearly over already. Wendi had made him a delicious breakfast of biscuits and sausage gravy, plus an omelette. Tons of fat, and she had let him have cream in his coffee, even though she promised the doctor she wouldn’t. Even put it in herself. Then she encouraged him to get out of the house to play a morning game of golf, which she never did, especially on a Sunday—their only day together.
Now it was barely noon and he’d already had his present from Wendi and a call from each of his children. Father’s Day was officially over.
Chris killed the engine, stepped from the car, then pulled his clubs from the trunk, walked to his front door, and turned his key in the lock. He entered the living room, set the clubs by the table, and closed the door behind him.
“What in the…” he said, looking around the room. “Wendi! Are you home?”
What is this?
Chris thought he might have heard his wife stifle a giggle, but wasn’t sure. What he was sure of was that there hadn’t been a trail of rose petals in the house since the one he had laid himself one Valentine’s Day about 10 years earlier, the Valentine’s he still remembered about 20% of the time he jacked off. That day Wendi had given him what was probably the best hummer of his life. His cum had shot so high he was sure at least a drop or two of his hot lava had splattered on their ceiling.
“Wendi?” he called again, lightly laughing and knowing she wouldn’t answer.
Chris followed the trail, through the kitchen and dining room, then down the hall toward their bedroom. The rose petal bread crumbs came to end at their bedroom. He opened the door and saw his beautiful wife waiting for him, legs spread, crotchless panties displaying her already slick and freshly shaved pussy.
She looked stunning.
“Damn!” Chris whispered. “You look….good enough to eat!”
Wendi pouted her lips and widened her eyes, then started touching her lingerie wrapped body. Her outfit was straight from a fantasy, and Chris smiled wider as his dick filled with blood. He was grateful that Wendi could still make him rock hard, even after more than two decades.
Her black corset was trimmed in red, with matching garters and black silk stockings. She wore no makeup, like he preferred, but her face was scrubbed clean and her dark auburn hair was piled high on her head.
Wendi rubbed her palm against the top of her pussy, then slipped her fingers into her hole and started moving them around inside. She pulled them out, brought them to her nose, inhaled, smiled like a minx, then crooked her finger for Chris to come closer.
Wendi rose from the bed, meeting Chris halfway, then leaned into his body and pulled him toward her, planting his mouth on hers and giving him a deep kiss before unbuttoning the first three buttons of his shirt. When she reached the fourth, her smile went wicked and she ripped the remaining fabric, pulling his shirt apart at the front, exposing Chris’s attractive chest, not as muscled as it once was, but in better shape than nearly all of his friends.
His chest was one of his best features and the sight of it still made Wendi wet. She dipped her head and nibbled lightly on his right nipple as a low hum buzzed from her throat. She wrapped her tongue lightly around his nipple as he moaned, then moved to the right. Chris tried to speak but couldn’t, his words tangled in the surprise of the early afternoon’s unexpected delight.
Wendi went down Chris’s body, unzipping his jeans then lowering them to the floor, and rubbing her hands along the sides of his legs. With his pants around his ankles, Chris stepped from the puddle, then took a step backwards.
Wendi dropped to her knees and pulled his raging hard cock into her hungry mouth. Then, moving her tongue up and around his bulging head, she made a slippery path down his shaft to his balls. She suckled them gently in her mouth, swirling her tongue in light little circles. Chris groaned above her, tangling his fingers in her hair as she took his entire dick into her mouth.
Wendi swirled her tongue beneath his base as Chris fell into a heaving groan, rocking his body wildly back and forth and tapping the back of her throat. Chris fucked her mouth and pushed himself close to explosion. He felt the first twitch leading to blastoff and Wendi must have, too, because she plopped his cock from her mouth and stood to her feet, then gently turned Chris around and shoved him onto the bed.
Chris’s head slapped the back of the pillow. Wendi jumped on the bed and straddled her husband, pulling one of his arms up by the wrist, then tying it to the bedpost with one of her long silky scarves. Once it was fastened, she tied the other one.
“What are you doing?” Chris asked. In 25 years, she had never tied him up before.
Wendi said nothing, just kissed Chris deeply instead, then did a full body crawl down to his feet and tied his ankles to the posts at the bottom.
“Well,” Chris smiled, “I’m not going to be able to do much in THIS position.”
“Don’t worry,” Wendi grinned. “You won’t have to do a thing. I’ll do it all, and make sure you cum hard enough to crack the plaster. It’s Father’s Day, baby. YOUR day. So just sit back and enjoy the ride.
Chris couldn’t have argued even if he wanted to. He was naked, helpless, and trying not to squirm. Wendi went back to the upper part of Chris’s body, straddled him again, then covered his body with 100 kisses before spending a full minute fucking his mouth with her tongue.
Chris’s cock was throbbing and twitching and though he was trying to be patient, and let Wendi play her game, now he just wanted to fuck. He started rattling against the mattress, and tugging hard at his restraints.
“Please,” he begged, “Can you please fuck me now?”
Wendi laughed, but didn’t answer. She dragged her tongue in a trail down his chest, then over each of his nipples. Chris figured he was strong enough to rip the fabric from the posts, and for a moment thought of trying, but he was getting off on Wendi�
�s control and knew she was too.
She was obviously enjoying the dominance, licking all around Chris’s cock and balls before creating a path down his thighs as he lay helpless. Her teasing sent him into another lingering groan as he twisted his hips and sent his cock thrusting into the air.
After covering his calves, Wendi moved to Chris’s toes. Settling on his left foot, she slowly started sucking his big toe as though it was a fat and tiny cock, swirling her tongue with her mouth as she jacked his shaft with her hand.
“Oh my GOD!” Chris moaned. “What in the fuck are you doing to me?”
“Shhh,” Wendi whispered. “Don’t speak.”
She looked up at Chris’s spasming cock, then into his eyes, showing him her hungry expression before swallowing his dick to the hilt. He was writhing and thrashing and rattling his body, trying to pull free from the bedposts. He had been wrong, and couldn’t pull free from his restraints.
Chris was trapped, completely her prisoner, and the throb in his cock had flown from lust to brewing pain. He wanted to bury himself somewhere warm and wet, and didn’t want to wait another second.
“GODDAMMIT your mouth feels so FUCKING GOOD!” he screamed.
Just as he was about to cum, Chris plopped from Wendi’s mouth again and she laughed. “Not yet,” she purred.
“Please, please, please,” Chris panted. “Fuck me or suck me or jack me off. I don’t care, but I want to cum. Need to cum. Please, please, please,” he continued to pant.
Wendi kept laughing as her fingers went itsy bitsy spider, crawling along the insides of his thighs. When they reached his cock, she wrapped her fingers loosely around his shaft and gave it a single playful jack, just enough to make him groan, then crawled underneath, past his taint until they were resting a hair from his asshole.
“What are you doing?” Chris could barely breathe the words.
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