Tom Carter approached his wife, stern-faced. He slapped the paddle across his open palm, and Alice recoiled at the explosive sound. All too well she knew the devilish sting of the little instrument upon her soft bare flesh. The flexible paddle, while it had no weight, created an intolerable smarting burn in sleekly globular female buttocks.
In addition to the paddle which Alice eyed apprehensively, Tom carried a necktie in his hand. He set
In addition to the paddle which Alice eyed apprehensively, Tom carried a necktie in his hand. He set
the paddle down on the bed while he took Alice's wrists and placed them together, then tied them with the necktie. "Don't tie me, Tom," Alice pleaded even as Tom was accomplishing exactly that with the speed born of practice. "Please don't tie me. I feel-I feel so helpless."
"You are helpless," her husband informed her coldly, testing the double-knot binding Alice's wrists. "Now get your stupid bare ass into position while I whale it for you."
Alice shivered at the remorseless note in Tom's voice. She knew it did no good to plead, but she couldn't help herself. She knew, too, that the little paddle hadn't weight enough to inflict subcutaneous injury even in an inexperienced hand-and Tom was dexterity itself-but foreknowledge of the fiery immolation awaiting her white-skinned tender fanny turned her stomach to jello.
Tensely she lowered her head once more until it rested upon her bound wrists while she elevated her backside. Tom took hold of the bottom edge of her negligee and nightgown and threw them well up on the slope of her long, smooth back, exposing in the fullest Alice's delectable plump hind cheeks, fleshy almost to the point of being fat. The diet she had broken was no joke with Alice; she loved the feel of her own unrestrained flesh in just wispy underwear beneath street clothes. Correspondingly, she hated girdles, and the diet had been contrived to stop the spread of her glisteningly tubby backside and control her incipient stomach-paunchiness with its distressing little roll of belly-fat.
Not that Tom really needed the excuse of discovering she had broken her diet to use the paddle on her. Any excuse was good enough when he felt in the mood to do so, and he would search patiently to find her derelict in some duty so that he might bare Alice's matronly rump and flagellate it as he would a naughty schoolgirl's. Alice knew there would be gratification afterward, that Tom was working himself up in this manner to sexual carnality in which she would be the beneficiary, but in the anxious seconds preceding the employment of the devilish little paddle to soundly swat her quivering behind and turn it scarlet, the knowledge was of small comfort.
Tom gazed down with satisfaction upon Alice's upturned global spheres with the portly, creamy nude body cushions spread widely from his wife's deep-plunging cleft. So backthrust were her hind cheeks and so complete her exposure that Tom could see faint wisps of the curly black fleece surmounting her love nest popping between her upper thighs.
Alice was kneeling with her sacrificial shining white buttocks pointing outward and almost overhanging the edge of the bed. Tom moved closer and slipped his left arm around her nude waist to hold her in position. Then he raised his right arm, and Alice's tender rotundities clenched apprehensively.
Swish-crack!
"Oooooh!" Alice exclaimed involuntarily as the paddle rebounded crisply from her soft bottom. They both knew it had been a moderate stroke, but the quick bite of the paddle upon her poised hind parts seemed to blossom into an immediate burning throb which slipped below the surface and simmered hotly.
Swish-crack! Swish-crack! Swish-crack!
Alice bit her lip to refrain from adding to her first outcry which had been surprised from her. Tom insisted that she not play the baby. The only sound in the room in addition to the explosive impacts of the paddle upon her nude seat, obscenely loud, was Alice's own heavy breathing.
Swish-crack! Swish-crack! Swish-crack! Swish-crack!
"Oh, Tom!" Alice murmured anguishedly. Her heavy globes, pinkening rapidly under the paddle's hot kisses, rotated uneasily in a semicircular motion. "Tom! Not so h-hard, Tom!" Alice sounded breathless as she tried to hold her voice down.
Swish-crack! Swish-crack! Swish-crack! Swish-crack!
Tom Carter steadily pursued his wife's agitated bare backside, searching out white areas of her writhing corpulent hind cheeks which the paddle immediately turned first blush-pink and then rosy. Alice's backside, revolting independently of her desire to act the spartan as Tom swished, heaved and humped against the restraining arm around her waist until in her struggles Tom could see flashing glimpses of her sex at the base of her belly, and his big prick rose like a sword.
Swish-crack! "Owww!" Alice bleated. Swish-crack! "Oooooh!" Frantically she swished her scalded posterior from side to side in the limited range permitted it by Tom's grip upon her waist. Swish-crack! "O w w w w w w! Ohhh, it-" Swish-crack! "-ooooh! It hurts, Tom! It h-hurts!"
Heedless of his wife's pleading and the frantic contortions of her plunging buttocks, now turning a bright red in their fullest positions, Tom dealt Alice's furiously contorted vermillioned behind another dozen torrid swats which redoubled the conflagration in her glowing hindquarters. "Where does it hurt?" he asked finally, pausing for an instant.
"MY ASS!" Alice cried out immediately, knowing what he wanted. "My ass! Ooooooh, Tom! TOM!! ! "
He gave her a half dozen more while her cries increased. The paddle seemed to rebound from the crimsoning flesh with even more devastating impact upon the recipient. Alice's outcries soared shrilly. "Tommmmm! Owwwww! OWWWWW! Ooh, my bottom! My b-bottom!! Owwwww! Tommmmm! N-no more! Please! PLEASE! Owwwwww! I'll do-ohhhhhh-I-anything you want! Please! Owwww!"
Ruthlessly he flailed her ruby-colored rotundities with loud-sounding salutes of the pliable leather upon her frenziedly plunging, perspiring flesh. Alice tried to turn herself inside out to escape the fiendishly scorching, blisteringly pyrotechnic descents of the paddle upon the bonfire that was her broiling fundament, but in vain. Her shrieks for mercy increased in frequency and volume. Her frantic contortions succeeded merely in bringing an occasional area of comparatively unspanked flesh beneath the paddle to her increased distress.
Deliberately Tom poured another hail of explosive-sounding wallops upon Alice's blushing, almost brick-red rear, coming up on his toes each time from the expenditure of effort. Alice's shrieks had died away to strangled sobs and long moaning gasps as the hot flame built up in her revolving posterior, and Tom stopped suddenly and flung the paddle on the bed.
He continued to hold Alice for another moment, watching curiously as her seething backside continued to writhe. With the hand that had held the paddle he stroked her heated flesh gently, fondling the round globes that felt rough and pebbled under his palm. Alice sobbed convulsively as her florid buttocks slowed from their unseemly dance.
Tom unknotted the tie from Alice's wrists, and both hands immediately went behind her as she rubbed feverishly at her blazing flesh. She straightened up painfully and immediately crawled stiffly from the bed. For an instant she did a little jig from one foot to the other while her palms still clasped her crimsoned hind parts, then she dropped to the lush carpeting on the floor and dragged her bare bottom over its surface in an effort to set up a counter-irritant to the incandescent torment in her backside. Tom smiled at his wife's childish reaction.
He waited until her first involuntary reaction had subsided to free-flowing tears as Alice rolled onto her side and massaged her spanked behind, the outer quadrants of which had already faded from their previous cherry-red to a coral-pink. Tom had witnessed the transformation many times before, and he always marveled at the recovery powers of the female behind. He had never found it necessary to gag Alice or any other of the female recipients of his paddling experiments; the isolated nature of the wooded area in which the Carter house was a lonely sentinel precluded the necessity. Tom had in fact chosen the location with that very point in mind.
He walked to where Alice was still crouched on the floor. "Look, dear," he said. "I have something for you."
She looked up, red-eyed, and saw his massive erection. He recognized the quick glint in her eyes as something more than still unshed tears. "Ohhhhh, T-Tom," she whispered. "That was a d-dreadful paddling!"
"You've had worse," he said briskly, and extending a hand downward to hers, raised her to her feet. Her negligee and nightgown were draped sloppily over her shoulders, and he pulled them off over her head. He took her plump nudity in his arms, against his own, passing his hands around behind her, and for a moment they stood there with his aroused prick prodding her soft lower belly while their four hands massaged Alice's roseate, strappingly brimful big haunches.
Tom was mentally savoring the upcoming few moments no less than the preceding ones. Despite his philandering and his manipulation of women, he loved his wife, and never more so than when she came to his bed in a subdued, tearful, meek-little-mouse manner. It turned him on tremendously, and they had both learned long ago that after a paddling Alice was no less turned on.
She stirred in his arms, sighed tiredly, then kissed him first on the neck and then on the lips. She placed her lips against his ear as she removed one hand from its stroking motion of her inflamed seat and took hold of Tom's stiff-standing prick. "Ohhhh, God, I'm h-hot!" she murmured against his ear. "My ass is hot, and my pussy is h-hot." She tried to smile, blinking away her tears. "Wh-what are you going to do about it, s-sir?"
In response he picked her up and carried her to the bed. She whimpered as his supporting arm pressed against her poignantly tender buttocks, and whimpered again as he stretched her out on the bed on her back and her still-sore behind absorbed her weight, but her mind was already on other things. She widened her legs eagerly as Tom crawled onto her belly. Surprisingly, considering Tom's experiments with other women, the Carters' marital bed was seldom the scene of experiments. Their bed-partnership was ritual but never boring. For Alice it was always as good as the first time in which Tom had reduced her to molten plasticity where the boys in her crowd whom she had permitted liberties merely stirred her momentarily.
Tom's mouth sought hers and covered it. Alice plunged her tongue hungrily between his lips and Tom sucked at the tip of her tongue. She nibbled at his lower lip while she traced the inside of his mouth with her tongue. She was grateful to her husband for permitting her to enjoy various men in bed from time to time, but it was with him that she really outdid herself. She was jealous of Tom's many women occasionally, too, until his ardent lovemaking upon such an occasion as this when he had already spent half the night fucking a younger woman still found him eager for Alice's well-fleshed body and accustomed ways. It proved to her that he really loved her in the way it counted most, and it was a source of great satisfaction to her. For Tom she would do anything, and had.
He dropped down a little lower upon her and fastened his hot mouth upon a large breast with its perky nipple. A welling tide of feeling dampened Alice's loins, already wet from the usual hot-aftermath of her paddling, Her breasts were among her most sensitive areas sexually, and Tom never neglected them. He sucked and chewed lovingly upon a generous teat, gulping whole areas of her breast inside his wet mouth while his teeth teasingly grazed her jutting nipple. Then he transferred his attention to the other breast. Alice's knees quivered.
She reached down between their bodies and took hold of Tom's prick. She stroked its rigid length while her pussy salivated expectantly at the poking it was shortly to receive. Nothing on earth gave Alice the pleasure that Tom's prick stuffing her cunt did, and anything was worth it to maintain it.
His hands stroked her sleek sides as he lifted himself and rearranged their positions slightly on the bed. He placed a pillow beneath Alice's head which he knew she liked. No pillow was necessary beneath the billowing soft flesh of her hips. Tom kissed her ear, biting at the lobe, then darted his tongue inside while Alice squirmed in delight. She hardly felt the heat in her paddled behind any more. Tom ran his tongue in quicksilver fashion down her neck, across her shoulders, over her breasts, lingering at her nipples again, stimulating them to swell even more tightly. Occasionally Tom had brought Alice to orgasm just by skillful manipulation of her breasts and nipples, but this time she wanted much more.
His mouth descended to her rounded, slightly protuberant belly which she knew he loved in moments like this even though he had tart things to say about it when he saw her in a new dress. His lips played with the abundance of her flesh in its feminine relaxation. Anticipation heightened Alice's excitement. She felt his lips working their way down to the darkly bearded soft pubescence that curled lightly around her yearning pussy.
As Tom's lips nibbled at her and excruciatingly delightful darts of sepsual emotion bathed her body, he slowly moved his own around so that his penis neared Alice's head. At the same time he lifted one of his legs over her head and placed it on the other side, Tom ran his tongue down to the top portion of her pink love slit, parting its moist lips with his thrusting tongue. His big prong and hairy testicles hung directly above Alice's face. She grasped his prick and played with it, teasing it with her fingertips, while prickling sensations rose from between her legs as Tom licked steadily downward.
Alice's womanly, juicy sweetness that Tom was lavishing mouth-caresses upon felt almost as hot as her poor behind had a few moments previously. She raised her head slightly to bring Tom's prick closer to her mouth as a tiny drop of clear liquid decorated the opening in the red-purple, turgid head. Alice licked away the drop of liquid, savoring its taste upon her lips. Then she widened her mouth and slowly introduced the head of the huge pussy-bumper inside her mouth where her lips closed upon it firmly. Down below it felt as though Tom had his tongue up to the last quarter-inch thrust incredibly deep inside her soft, wet flesh.
Alice mouthed the whole head of Tom's prick inside her mouth, pulling the foreskin back and teasing the glans with her lips. She felt his thighs on either side of her head contract, and she smiled inwardly. She knew she was giving him pleasure, and she knew she always would. She rocked her head a bit, loving the big head with her whole mouth. Down below she spread her legs even wider to afford Tom greater access to the slaveringly hot temple of love between her thighs.
Her stomach muscles fluttered as his tongue bored into her fuck-hole as a laughing uncle had taught her to call it at the age of five to her mother's indignation. Then his lips played with the puckery flesh at her entrance, parting her midnight-black body hairs to grace fervently at the tender ruby-lips. She pulled more of Tom's engorged prong into her mouth, wetting its length with her saliva. The penis-veins throbbed in her mouth. Alice sucked harder, then choked as she started to gag. She controlled the choking sensation and tried to swallow even more of the prick. Among all the men Tom had permitted to fuck her, none had a prick as big as her husband's.
The tip rubbed against the roof of her mouth in a sensation just short of tickling. All her feelings seemed to be rooted in her cock-gorged mouth and tongue-filled cunt as Tom ate at her perfervidly. She could smell her own exuding femaleness along with the male odor of Tom's prick and balls dangling above her filled cheeks. What must the odor be like for him down below with his nose and mouth buried in it? She arched her thighs upward, unconscious of the disclosure of part of her big backside, rapidly bleaching but still incarnadined at its fullest portions. She tried to engulf Tom's face between the pouting, reddening cunt-lips he was ravaging with his questing mouth.
She could feel a quick tremor shudder through him, and she at once released her mouth-grip upon his cock. She wanted that monster inside her, although ordinarily she enjoyed making him come in her mouth. Tom slowly removed his lips from her ravenous pussy as though reluctant to finish his meal. Alice watched as he turned himself around above her prostrate body, then slid downward again.
His big hands took hold of her splayed thighs and moved them upward until Alice doubled them against her breasts. Her tautened buttock flesh was lifted until Tom could reach it with his lips. He kissed with fervor all of her backside he could reach, the still faintly glowing color exciting him as he noticed that her paddle-roughened, pebbled hind cheeks were rapidly reassuming their usual silken waxiness. The commingled odor of juicy cunt and drying sweat was wafted to his nostrils.
He released her thighs and she spread them widely again for him as he lowered himself into fucking position on her belly. Neither of them needed to use their hands. Tom's thick cock eased along the short space encompassing its pink-lipped target, and then slipped in as easily as Alice slipped into a tailored dress. Her cunt fit his prick perfectly, and he lodged himself within her with no fuss or strain despite the dimensions of his organ. Their flesh was molded to each other after so many years of prick-cunt contact.
Alice breathed deeply as the big cock swelled in her cavern. Tom stroked her expertly, slowly at first, then faster and harder. The stout shaft pronged her cunt-chute, cosseting her smooth interior walls. The resilient head plunged at her yielding cervix as Alice's breathing hoarsened. She wrapped her legs tightly around Tom's back and closed her eyes, loving every millimeter of his penetration of her quick-grasping core.
Alice could feel the muscles in her lower abdomen contracting spasmodically. "No, no, no!" she panted. "I want it-to last!! " But her voice had told Tom she was on the verge. He plunged upon Alice's yielding belly, pummeling her willing cunt fiercely with quick thrusts of his big tool.
"Ohhhh!" Alice gasped. She swiveled her hips upward, pumping hard with her heavy hind cheeks. Tom jerked into her love-tunnel with unparalleled energy as Alice cradled his head in her arms and felt his hot breath on her trembling breasts. She felt him go into an uncontrollable slashing assault upon her as his long prick pistoned in and out of her greedy jewel box, and she cuddled him to her. She wanted the fuck to be perfect for him.
Tom rasped a hoarse comment with his lips between Alice's big titties. She was about to ask him to repeat it when with a bellow he pumped and pumped and pumped upon her belly as his pounding balls shot a load of hot sperm through his staff and deluged her churning cunt. " Agggggrrrrrrhhhhhhhh-h-h-h!" he roared upon an expiring note as the fast jets seemed to trigger Alice's own juices.
Her back arched as every muscle in her body seemed to contract from the pulling sensation deep within her. Her behind flexed madly as her orgasm began, ignoring its paddle-induced sensitivity. "Ohhhh!" Alice bleated. "Ohhhh! Tom!" Her furiously twitching cunt grabbed hungrily at Tom's prick imbedded in her. "Ohh! Ohh! Ohhh! Here it-comes! Oooooh, T-Tom! I'm-commmmmmming!"
Chain lightning flashed around her straining loins and her buttocks heaved mightily. She hung suspended on the crest of a huge wave while splinters of sensation lanced her to the quick. And then too soon it was over, and she lay panting under Tom's weight. Her eyes opened and she ruffled his hair with her fingers.
Tom crawled off her limp body, then patted her plump stomach, still heaving from the expenditure of sexual effort. He put his hands under her and rolled her over, face down, then placed his face down against her ample nude hind cheeks. They retained only a faint blush of color now from the paddle, their usual pure white globes showing only a trace of dusty pinkness.
Slowly Tom kissed every inch of her acquiescent warm bottom as he always did after paddling her. He even spread her wide haunches to kiss deep inside upon velvety skin untouched by the leather paddle. Passion-sated as she was, the intimate touch of his mouth stirred Alice only to drowsy cosiness. She loved this after-kissing almost as much as she dreaded the paddle.
When Tom stopped finally, Alice turned onto her side. Tom dropped down beside her, and they rested quietly in each other's arms. "Don't forget you'll have Harry Welby's stiff prick romping around in your quim pretty soon," Tom said after an interval. "I'll invite them out here for a weekend. They can't say no."
Alice trailed her fingers along the shrunken prick quiescent against Tom's thigh. "I know it will excite me when you force her to do things," she said slowly. "And then I'll enjoy Harry's prick afterwards." She drew a deep breath. "But this is the prick I love having in me." Her fingers tightened assuredly upon the prick in her hand.
Ten minutes later she was asleep with the captive still clasped lightly in her fingers.
Three days later Joan Welby sat nervously in her living room awaiting her husband's return. Harry had called from the airport to say he'd be home in an hour. On the phone he had sounded unexpectedly cheerful and alert, Joan thought. She tried to analyze her own mood as she sat on the couch with her palms flat on her thighs.
She hadn't gotten out of bed the morning after Tom's brutal ass-fucking of her. Her rectum had been sore for forty-eight hours, then seemed to come around all right. Her mental attitude was something else again. Every time she thought of that night she shook her blonde head in despair. Her behavior had been the direct antithesis of the lady-like actions she had considered her own. What truly shocked her was that despite Tom's abuse of her she had enjoyed so much of it. And it was futile to try to deny it. She had actually enjoyed it.
Her hands clenched tightly, and she forced them to open as she tried to relax. It wasn't as simple as confessing or not confessing her indiscretion to Harry, either. With Tom's threat hanging over both their heads, if what he said was true, and Joan felt it was, then they were living on the brink of disaster with their every movement subject to Tom Carter's perverted whims.
It wasn't so odd that she had enjoyed it, Joan tried to reason with herself. Or enjoyed part of it. After all, she enjoyed sex with Harry whenever it was forthcoming. And if Harry hadn't neglected her so much recently, she mightn't have been so susceptible to Tom's male dominance. But it's no use blaming Harry, she told herself fiercely. It wasn't Harry who had turned her into a disgusting little animal. It had been Joan Welby, with carefully planned assistance from Tom Carter.
The front door burst open. "I'm home, honey!" Harry called. Joan rose from the couch. He had already told her he had eaten on the plane, but she had fixed a snack. He ran into the living room and swept her into his arms, kissing her soundly. He seemed much more ebullient, somehow. "Hey, but it's great to be home!" he said exuberantly.
Joan found herself avoiding his eyes. "Would you like a snack? Or a drink?" she asked.
"A drink," he decided. "But I'll fix it." He went to the liquor cabinet. "You look a little peaked," he said above the clink of ice, bottles, and glasses.
Joan forced a smile onto her face as she accepted the drink he made for her. "Just a little tired, I guess," she said.
Eventually she had to face him with Tom's accusation, but she didn't know how to begin.
He sat down on the couch beside her and tossed off half his drink in a single swallow. "Boy, was this trip ever a welcome relief!" he said. "Except that it took me away from you," he added hastily. "But I'm sure glad I'm finished with everything that went with my previous job. This new junior partnership is going to be peaches and cream."
"That's nice," Joan said.' It sounded insipid even to her, but she couldn't think of anything else to say. With the rug-of the junior partnership apt to be pulled out from beneath Harry by Tom, the occasion didn't seem to call for much rejoicing from her.
Harry raised an eyebrow at her lack of enthusiasm, then moved closer to her on the couch. Joan almost spilled the balance of her drink when he put his arm around her. She barely had time to set it down before he pulled her close to him and kissed her hard on the mouth. Her initial reaction was resentment. This was a fine time for him to be displaying ardor, she thought indignantly. Where were you when I needed you, Harry Welby?
She didn't pull away, but she didn't return his kiss. He pulled back and looked at her. "I don't blame you," he said soberly. "I haven't been much of a husband lately, I know. But I've been working such damnably long hours, and-and there was another factor. I'll tell you about it sometime." He leaned toward her eagerly. "But you can bet it's going to be different around here from now on."
His apology surprised her. Not that it changed much of anything, she thought. The sword was still dangling above their heads. She sought for words to initiate the question to which she must have the answer for her own peace of mind, and couldn't find any.
And then Harry placed his hand on her knee. His fingers flirted lightly with her smooth thigh at her stocking-top, then crept up under her short skirt to bare flesh and the lacy bottom edge of her panties. The hand moved over and approached the thin material covering her pantied crotch.
Joan tightened her thighs, and Harry removed his hand. "Are you angry with me?" he asked quietly.
Joan considered her answer. "Not angry," she said at last. "Disappointed. For three months you've been neglecting me, in bed and out. Now you expect me to turn on like-like a w-whore." Her voice quivered.
"I thought I just explained it to you," he said with a hint of impatience in his tone. He paused. "Or did you think it was another woman?"
"I don't know what I thought," she said honestly. "Except that I was miserable."
"Well, it wasn't another woman, Joan. I love you. I've always loved you, and if I knew the right words I'd tell you how much."
His words melted her, as they had always melted her, even in their college days when he had first coaxed her out of her panties. "Oh, Harry!" she sighed as he returned his arm to her waist. A little pulse beat in her throat as the back of his hand brushed her brassiered breast. She had missed him so desperately....
His free hand fumbled eagerly with the zipper on her skirt. This time she made no movement to withdraw. Harry drew down the zipper, lifted her slightly, and slipped the skirt down until it collapsed about her ankles. Immediately he raised her half-slip and laid it up on her stomach until he could see her bikini-panties puckered in her crotch with her blonde pubic hair showing through faintly, She could hear his quick, indrawn breath.
Ever so delicately his hand approached her groin and traced tiny arabesques with a fingertip upon the smoothly convex bowl of her lower abdomen. Joan found herself holding her breath. With no conscious thought her head which had been resting against the back of the couch-lolled in Harry's direction, and his hard mouth came down and fused upon hers. Her nipples stiffened and her toes twitched from the effect of his kiss which went on and on. And then the hand poised at her thigh-juncture plunged inward to cup her whole sex upon its palm, squeezing lightly, and Joan found herself rubbing her pussy furiously against the warm palm.
"Oh, Jesus!" Harry said huskily when their lips broke apart. "Let's go upstairs. I want you to be comfortable."
"I don't want to be comfortable!" Joan was surprised to hear herself say. "I just want you to do it to me!"
Her husband needed no second invitation. His hands flew over her, unfastening snaps and catches. In seconds he had Joan down to her stockings, with her strawberry-nippled large breasts boldly probing the air. He kissed her breasts as though welcoming old friends returned from a long journey. Joan was so swimming with emotion that she knew the second he touched her sex-cranny she would gush. He put her on her back on the couch, then stood up and undressed hurriedly. It was with a feeling of deep peace that she watched his maleness appear. The familiar prick was already straining before he removed his shorts. Its familiar circumcised head bobbed into view, surmounting its sturdy shaft. Not as large as Tom Carter's, it was still a very useful prick. Joan thought comfortably.
Harry dropped down on the couch beside her, naked. He palmed her breasts, slowly, and shivers of delight rippled through her. He turned her onto her side to play with the fulsome hind cheeks in which he had always reveled, their smoothly nude amplitudes exciting him so that his penis stood forth larger than before. Just for an instant Joan had an uneasy thought that some trace of Tom Carter's brutal ravishment of her backside might be visible, and then she knew she was being foolish.
She reached for his prick that so aroused her and fondled it. She must try to make him happy. Somehow they would work it all out. He was her husband. Everything was going to be all right. It was so wonderful having Harry back again, eager and ardent, a true lover. They would combine forces against their problems.
Meantime there was this lovely prick that was tickling her stomach as Harry crawled onto the couch between her parted legs.
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