Loading...Joanna Quimby worked everyday at the public library. She loved her job because she loved books. They added so much to her vivid imagination. When she was alone with her books, she came to life.
This quiet librarian was a statuesque 6’2″, and rail thin. Her long hair was often found pulled back into a fiery bushel of tight red curls, and tied with a black velvet bow.
Joanna’s plain, even gawky, stature belied a very seductive, feline appeal. A small, pouting mouth lay below a delicately freckled, aquiline nose. If you looked into her green eyes, you could swear you’d met a wildcat.
Today, her pert little breasts and shapely petite ass were hugged tightly by a rather drab, grey suit jacket and skirt. The frills of a ruffled, white blouse gathered tightly at the base of her neck with a cameo pendant.
She wore white hose and simple, patent leather pumps. Her long legs crossed beside her as she casually filed her row of books. Joanna wasn’t trying to be sexy, she was trying not to be noticed.
As she was kneeling in an out-of-the-way aisle to file books on horses, Joanna noticed a rather ragged pair of greasy jeans and black motorcycle boots, standing next to her. A very large man loomed darkly. She looked up at the stranger.
Joanna saw her reflection in his mirrored sunglasses, then her eyes dropped down to his thick, greying beard. His sleeveless black t-shirt read proudly, in bold gold lettering, Ride Hard, Ride Free. Powerful, heavily tattooed arms hung at his side. The bravado in his stance told Joanna he was a real man.
“May I help you with something, sir,” she asked politely, looking up at him through her long red eyelashes. The “sir” in her innocent question was accented with a sweetly sibilant s.
“Yeah, I got a book that needs filing,” he said with a sneer. His pants were greasy, but his fingernails were not. With his long hair pulled into a pony-tail, and a slight pot-belly, he looked quite threatening.
“What book is that sir?” Joanna began to stand up.
He held her down by putting his hand on her head. “It’s called Cock Magic. It’s quite a read.”
With muted fear in her eyes, Joanna looked down to the bulge in his pants. What was clearly a very huge penis, pushed tight against the buttons of his Levis. She noticed his smell.
Joanna expected oil and dirt, but smelled cologne and the strong, earthy musk of a hard days work. He pulled her face closer to his cock.
“File it,” he scowled.
Without hesitation, Joanna pressed her glossy red lips to his hot bulge. She gave it a deep, smacking kiss, leaving a proud red lip print on his crotch.
“Do you have a break soon?” The stranger’s booming voice threatened to break the silence of the small library. He released Joanna’s head, and tilted her delicate chin up with a strong forefinger.
“It’s lunchtime, as a matter of fact.” Joanna’s painted lips twisted into a wicked grin. She kissed his cock once more before standing up. They walked together to the lobby where Joanna told Betty, the desk attendant, that she was leaving for lunch.
Betty winked and tittered, “See you later.”
At the end of the stone walkway, Joanna saw a beautiful motorcycle. Long, silver tail pipes hung low on his machine. Waving proudly atop twin whip-tails on the back, were an American flag, and a proud POW. Death black and mean, the mighty beast beckoned to Joanna.
“Wow, is that a Harley! I’ve always wanted to ride a hog,” she gasped.
“You’ll be riding on another in a minute, heh, heh,” he mumbled. “Put on that helmet,” he pointed to the red skull-cap hanging on the handlebars.
Joanna noticed it said, “Stretch,” in gold on the back. She strapped it on.
The large, bearded man mounted his ride. The machine lowered slightly with a tiny squeak.
Joanna climbed on easily. She hugged his middle as he started ‘er up. The powerful vibrations of the bike quickly rattled Joanna’s pussy to a sopping mess. They sped off hurriedly in a cloud of dust and exhaust. The loud trademark tail-pipes sounded oddly out of place in the quiet New England countryside.
One minute later they pulled up in front of a cute, white house. The neatly manicured lawn was surrounded by a waist high white picket fence and tall gateway.
Joanna unlocked the door, and led him into the foyer. He closed the door as she turned to him, waiting.
“Where’s your basement?” He sounded like he meant business.
“I’m not telling,” she leered.
He raised his hand, “Bitch, you’d better tell me where that basement is!”
She looked frightened. “Or what?” she shuddered.
“Now, I’m not telling,” he said simply.
“Can’t I guess?” She asked coyly.
He crossed his arms and stood straightly, “Absolutely not ma’am. That information is classified at this time. It will be given on a need-to-know basis.”
“O.K. then, follow me. Bastard.” She led him to the kitchen where a door was open into a modest bathroom, and another was closed with a very sturdy looking door with no knob, only a deadbolt.
He grabbed a large, plain white paper bag from the kitchen counter. Wedge looked at his watch as he handed the bag to Joanna.
“You have exactly ten minutes to get ready. Meet you downstairs, got me?”
“Yes, sir,” she saluted.
Joanna closed the door to the bathroom behind her as Wedge went downstairs to prepare the basement.
Ten minutes later the large subterranean chamber was dimly lit, and heavy with a fragrant haze of smoke. Large red candles lined the walls in ornate, wrought iron sconces. In each corner of the small square room, were four smouldering gold incense burners. It was getting stuffy. In the fetid gloom, the man sat naked on a low, odd looking bench. It’s back and armrests were attached to the wall behind it. He sat with his knees spread and slightly raised, while a third leg hung like an elephant trunk another ten inches past the bottom of the bench.
Wedge waited patiently like a monarch, tapping a large calloused finger. His heart pounded loudly deep in his broad hairy chest. His breathing grew deeper and more rapid the longer he waited. The incense ran out as his heart beat reached a thundering crescendo… then he heard the quiet, seductive squeak of a noisy stair.
Moments later, he heard another. The steps were slow, and methodical. His heart beat slowed with her every step.
It took Joanna nearly a minute to walk down the long spiral staircase. When the squeaking ceased, he heard the door handle turn with a hollow click.
Light seeped in, as inch by inch the large door was forced open with a groan. It creaked loudly until it opened with a hard shove and a creak.
In blinding light, Joanna stood the lengh of the massive antique dungeon gateway, burning like a house on fire. Wedge was awed by the vision. The bright light behind her radiated through her pale skin and hair.
Her flaming red curls were teased and pulled tightly to the top of her head with a black, leather band five inches long. Three silver studs ran down the front.
Cat-like, green eyeshadow accentuated her feline features. And her high cheek bones were highlighted to complete the transformation from quiet librarian to flaming sex kitten.
Joanna’s glossy red lips pursed together defiantly. A gold tag glinted below a spiky dog collar. It read simply, “Stretch”.
Her pert, freckled tits were pushed up in front with a black leather boustier, while her highly aroused nipples perked out with thick gold rings. Rings in her long pink labia made her bald pussy glow like burning embers.
Knee-high, black leather boots also had large silver rings on the pointed tips. Spiked heels raised her shapely, slender legs up into the tightest, round little ass.
Legs spread wide, and hands resting on her waist, told him she was ready. She waited for instructions.
He made her wait. After a long breathless pause, he said quietly, “You may enter.”
Joanna strode into the room. But before she could turn to close the door, he interrupted with a cough.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked drily.
“I’ve come to be punished, I’m late. I’m sorry,” she said innocently. Her voice almost sounded like a little girl. High and quiet, you would have thought you were talking to the shy bookworm again.
“You will be sorry. You will only crawl in this room, prowling like a tiger in heat, understand? Are you in heat, bitch?!” He asked seriously, raising his voice.
She nodded and purred, “Mmm, I’m on fire.”
“Then get on your hands and knees, and crawl over here. Now!” He ordered sternly.
Joanna dropped obediently to her knees. The door started closing behind her. She started slinking towards him with a wicked grin. The door closed with a sinister BOOM, and locked soundly. She didn’t even notice.
Joanna stalked the floor towards him. Slowly, arms outstretched and head down, she stared wickedly into his eyes. Her green eyes flickered in the candlelight.
Damn, she’s more of a demon than a cat, Wedge thought with admiration.
Half-way there, her gaze changed from his eyes to his massive cock. She looked lovingly at the uncircumcised monster. Joanna’s mouth was pulled back with the grin of a succubus, toothy and drooling. As the warm spit appeared at the corners of her mouth, she tried collecting it with her tongue.
She got closer, and hotter. Joanna was salivating uncontrollably by the time she reached Wedge. As she sat back on her haunches, she looked up at him, awaiting her next set of instructions.
“Finish filing it, little Miss Librarian,” he growled.
With both hands she reached for the Wedge. Fitting, she reflected. Joanna hefted it’s girth to her painted lips. She pushed his foreskin to the front, creating a fleshy flower.
Stretch gave the Wedge a deep, sloppy kiss. She looked up for approval.
“You’ll have to try harder than that, I’m afraid,” he said seriously, shaking his head. “Now, put it away right.”
Joanna pulled the loose skin back, exposing a large, angry red head. A large glistening drop of precum oozed from the hole.
“Oooh, I love motor-honey!” She raved, then licked the droplet off with a flourish. Joanna purred contentedly as the flavor kick-started her mouth.
She opened her ruby red lips wide as she brought the swollen head closer. Then in one eager bite, she engulfed it with her lips stretching behind the back rim. Her tongue bathed his fat cock head in love, and probed deeply into the hole.
Then Joanna began to suck in as much as she could, as fast as she could. It was like she was trying to cross the finish-line, it was quite an incredible feat.
She kept opening her mouth wider, and wider as more of the thick, flaccid cock was slowly swallowed up. She made it look almost effortless.
It wasn’t too long before she was staring down at the last couple of inches, but it started to get more difficult, as the Wedge hardened. Joanna started throwing her head down onto it repeatedly. Spit bubbles squelched and drooled past her lips as she relentlessly forced her mouth over his cock, stretching her jaw close to the breaking point.
Seeing she was getting nowhere, Wedge grabbed hold of her leather hair band with both hands. Her resisting throat muscles were no match for his big guns, and within a minute, she succeeded in fully deep-throating his baseball-bat sized cock.
She won! He stood up, still holding onto her pony-tail. Joanna opened up as he turned up the throttle.
Joanna gazed deeply into Wedge’s steely grey eyes, as she felt every vein slide past her lips and tickle her throat. She slurped and sucked on every inch he gave her as thick strands of drool hung from her chin and his balls. Perfectly timed, tiny, breaths prevented asphyxiation. She was good at this.
He pulled her head back as she sucked in a deep breath of fresh air. Bands of saliva bridged his cock and her mouth as it overflowed onto her chin.
“More, more, more,” she mewled hungrily.
She didn’t even flinch as he forced her mouth down onto his cock in one go . It didn’t take long for his nuts to start banging against her chin, as he kicked it into fourth gear. From tip to root, he rapidly slid her tight mouth over his cock with seeming little regard for her safety.
“Don’t forget to check the tires,” he said.
Joanna removed his engorged member from her mouth, then sucked the length of it down to his balls. She sucked one nut into her mouth, and closing her teeth over it to show him who really had who, growled and pulled away like it was a piece of meat.
“Now, for your punishment. Turn around, ass up,” he commanded
Joanna obeyed without question. Within seconds she was rewarded with a sharp slap on her ass.
“Thank you sir, may I have another,” she teased.
SMACK. His strong calloused hands came down hard in a burning rain of sting.
“Yes! Thank you sir, may I have another.” She was enjoying this.
As the spanking continued, she got wilder and more vocal. Her childlike voice sounded perverted around words like cock, fuck and asshole.
The spanking ceased. She felt her burning cheeks being spread wide apart.
“What the hell is this?!” He shouted. “I was all geared up to break in a cherry asshole, but your ass is fried, bitch! What do you do to this thing?” He remained angry as she replied.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said innocently.
“That’s it! Now I’m pissed.” He walked to where his pile of clothes lay, and removed the belt from his pants. Wedge walked up quietly behind Joanna. He folded the thick, black leather belt in half and grabbed the ends with both hands. He pushed them together to form a loop, then pulled it together quickly with a resounding CRACK!
“Oh my god, please don’t!” She sounded worried.
He swung the belt in a great arc downward, onto her upturned ass.
CRACK!
“JESUS FUCK, ouch! Please stop.” She supported her weight on her elbows, and brought her hands to her face.
CRACK!
“Oh yeah, stop it you bastard,” she said through gritted teeth. She wove her slender fingers together, and started sucking her thumbs deeply.
CRACK, CRACK! Two successive slaps resounded in the small room. He heard muffled moans around wet fingers.
CRACK, CRACK…CRACK!
She bit down involuntarily. “Tailpipe!” She wailed.
“Tailpipe?” He made sure.
“Yes, tailpipe,” she pouted. “Mmm, ouch,” she rubbed her reddened buns.
He bent down and tenderly kissed an inflamed cheek. When her whining turned to moaning, he bit down, then nibbled gently all over her tender rump.
Joanna wiggled her hips invitingly. Wedge spread her ass with both hands and inspected her “fried” asshole.
It did indeed look well used. It had the appearance of something like a blown-out flat tire, in that used to be tight, but was stretched to capacity, never able to regain its original condition.
He kissed her ridged pucker, she kissed back. He gathered a ball of spit and forcefully expelled it onto her hole. He then began to lick wildly , and deeply fucked his long tongue into her garage. He felt her shudder as a tiny wave of release washed through her body.
“Mmm, that was nasty,” she mewled.
Wedge stood up, pulled his bench out, and set it in the middle of the floor.
“Come here, now.”
She crawled over to him and jumped onto the bench.
“On your back, Stretch.”
As she laid on her back, Wedge went to her feet. He strapped her legs down, then moved to her head. Her neck laid out straight, as her head tilted back slightly. He raised the bench with a crank, and tipped her body back at a 45 degree angle.
“Are you ready for the first course?” He looked down at her, his meat inches from her mouth.
“Oh god yes, I’m starving!” Joanna nodded enthusiastically.
She opened her mouth as wide as she left it, and within moments she felt the large cock head ripple her muscles deep in her throat.
Wedge looked down at Joanna’s long, delicate neck being gorged like a rattle-snake eating a Pringles can. He stroked her pussy with calloused hands, then pulled her rings. Her moist pussy opened with a faintly audible, sucking smack.
Her deeply pink slit was overflowing with her sweet fragrant nectar. He spat down her love well, making a wish. Then Wedge felt Joanna’s long, soft fingers slide up his legs to his ass.
Stretch collected spit from her mouth on some fingers and placed them at his ass crevice. She pulled his hairy buns apart, and started searching for his hole.
Target found, she bent toward the task at hand. She rubbed the spit on the opening, then inserted a finger. Soon she had two fingers from both hands stuffed second knuckle deep into his ass.
Take that fucker, she thought. She could tell how he felt about that.
He frantically licked over her bald pussy, snorting and breathing deeply through the folds. He rubbed his beard all over her sensitive, naked skin, as he slithered his pink python down into her hole. He started licking and sucking her large clit. The reaction to his cock was instantaneous.
Joanna hummed on his cock, while he steadily pistoned it into her mouth, her nose bombarded by his fat, hairy balls. Soon, all his attention was paid to her clit in tiny nibbles.
This drove Joanna over the deep end. She began screaming like a banshee on Wedge’s cock. She pulled her hands from his ass, and started digging her long red nails into his butt cheeks.
Wedge started chewing her nub like bubble gum, making his buns red with drips of blood in the process.
Just when she felt she couldn’t take it any longer, and her second, much more powerful orgasm was coming to an end, she felt a great weight lift from her nose. A large wave passed her top lip. She didn’t even have to swallow, as nearly a quart of his oil was pumped directly into her chassis.
Wedge coated her throat and stomach with his salty white seed. He gasped for air as he finished flushing his nuts, Joanna purring like a satisfied kitten on his cock. As his pumping slowed and his cock softened, he started to withdraw, but left the head in her mouth.
With the suction that could suck the chrome off of a trailer hitch, she drained his nuts empty. He shuddered, as he heard a quiet satisfied, “Aaah”.
“Mmm, thanks for the milk, daddy,” she mewled. He definitely wasn’t her daddy, but she thought it sounded perfect for the job.
“O.K., intermission Stretch. Do you need anything?” He asked politely, an eyebrow cocked.
“No, you just gave me everything I needed,” she said expectantly.
“Right answer, good girl! Because you know we’re not through, and therefore, you don’t know what you need until I give it to you, right?” Wedge started cranking down the bench, and tilted it down again. He moved to her feet to unbuckle them.
“I’ve learned never to underestimate you,” she said adoringly.
He looked at her and ordered, “Good. Now get on that bed, Stretch!”
She looked up at him with defiance, her eyes flickered evilly in the dim, candle lit room. “Get up there, now!” He pointed to the bed in the corner.
The bed was a huge, black wooden monstrosity with four large, granite pillars looming like a shadow in the corner. A red satin sheet covered it’s king sized mattress. There were many colored pillows near the headboard.
She hopped off the bench, and crawled seductively to the bed, jumping on top. There, she paced the surface of the bed, hissing like a cat from hell, thus challenging him to do his worst.
He approached the edge of the bed. “Nice kitty, lay down. Good kitty,” he sounded soothing.
Stretch stopped crawling and found her place on her back.
“Legs up.”
As she raised her legs up, beads of sweat ran down her long legs from inside her black leather boots. They collected at her ass crack, then dripped onto the red satin sheet, making several small dark spots.
He moved to the right side of the bed, reached up and took down a long leather strap with a solid metal clip. All four posts had identical straps and clips. Wedge grabbed her left ankle and clipped the strap to the ring of her boot.
Wedge moved to the other side of the bed, and repeated the procedure. When he was finished, he bent down and pulled a large box out from under the bed marked “toys”.
He walked to the foot of the bed, carrying the heavy wooden crate. It opened with a sinister squeak. He clapped his hands and rubbed them together, grinning like a monk at the Inquisition. He found what he was looking for.
In his hand he held a serious looking weapon. Thick and black, this 15″ dildo had a long, double handle, and very realistic ball sack. Dangerous looking silver studs covered the entire length, while the head had long nubs to tickle her cervix. He eyed his prey.
Joanna’s legs formed a backward slanting V, making her pussy and asshole fully accessible. Wedge mounted the bed.
“Say, ahhh,” he almost laughed.
The dialog was almost the best part, she had told him. Use your imagination.
Sometimes they knew they got stupid, but it all added to the fun. He couldn’t see it, but Joanna could barely contain herself after that line. She reached down and with her forefingers in the gold rings she pulled her pussy wide open.
He placed the tentacled tip at her opening. Slowly and carefully, he worked the studded cock in and out, twisting and pushing until he hit bottom. Joanna lay squirming on the bed panting. Every stud sent a tiny shiver up her spine, as the nubs gently massaged her tender cervix.
Joanna grabbed onto her nipple rings, as he inserted the key. She held the gold rings firmly between thumb and index finger, then tugged gently outwards. She put them on the ends of her fore- fingers, and started twisting. Her long, hard nipples turned a full revolution, but she kept going.
This got her motor started. She began raising her hips toward the drilling invader. The walls of her pussy and her cervix were getting their regularly scheduled maintenance.
Wedge handed Stretch her shift stick, to let her drive for a while. Once at the wheel, Joanna drove like a newly licensed maniac. The new angle created awesome new sensations, as the knobby button near the handle rubbed across her clit. She swerved out of control when she felt a thick, greasy finger push easily into her asshole.
She whined out in pleasure, “Yeah baby, check my oil.” Joanna loved to say things like that. She knew it tickled a weird spot in her husband of five years. She loved him with all her passionate soul.
Tom fought bravely for his country in an unjust war. He came home, and through iron-will and the love of his family, worked hard, and started a prosperous landscaping company.
He met Joanna at a church social. It sounds weird, but in this small Delaware village, fun things to do were few and far between. Everybody was work, work, work. But he wanted to play too.
That’s when he met her. His muse, the love of his life. She awakened, something dark in him.
Before the war, he was a promising art student.
You’re not doing enough boy, the Army said. We’ve something for you to do.
It was hell, but in the thick of it, he fell in love with an older woman from the village they were defending .
He lost his virginity to her. Surprisingly, his huge cock didn’t frighten her, like other women he met, she could take it. She had a gift. He wanted to hold onto her gift.
A week later, the “good guys” strafed her village because of suspected “enemy” activity. She wasn’t his enemy, he cried, he wanted her to be his wife.
He came back, rattled. He rode his motorcycle around the country to clear his head. It took coming home to finally do it.
Tom Quimby and Joanna Hawthorne dated two years before they were married. He wanted to give her everything, so he saved up. When he felt he was ready, he asked her to marry him. She said “yes”.
Joanna was as strong as he was, that was for sure. At twenty-five, and raised Catholic, she insisted on remaining a virgin until she was married. She made sure it was worth the wait though.
Every time they met, she told him all the kinky things they would do when they were finally married. He went home and masturbated each time. Damn, that girl has a vivid imagination, he thought. She says she gets it from books. None of the books I’ve ever read, that’s for sure.
She asked him once what he did when he got home. She expected complete honesty.
He told her he jerked off to her every night.
This piqued her interest. “You mean you waste it, on me?”
“It’s no waste, believe me, heh heh.”
“I’ve got a wicked idea,” she purred. “Why don’t we meet for lunch, everyday.” She winked innocently. “I get awfully hungry.”
So everyday, they had “lunch”. It started out, as lunch, oddly enough. He would jerk off into her mouth. She insisted she couldn’t touch it, but she swallowed every drop, scooping it into her mouth. She learned how his cock worked.
“I’m still a virgin if I suck on it, right?” She said shyly one day.
Is she serious?, he thought. Let’s give it a try.
“Absolutely. I could even fuck your asshole, and you’d still be a virgin.” He played her coy game.
Her first blowjob, always makes her wet when she thinks about it. She felt like a queen holding onto the scepter of power. She found she had a natural talent for it. Though he showed her how to do it, ultimately it was her game. She became his cock master within a month.
The first time they had anal sex was as mind expanding as it was ass expanding. He was so big, and her asshole was so tight, it took hours for him to pry her apart. But, they were in love, and time meant nothing to them. She loved it immediately, and intensely. For this shy Catholic girl, getting fucked in the ass was the closest thing to heaven on earth.
They went on with their game, adding little kinks as they went. Needless to say, their honey- moon was a complete blow-out. They spent a very long, very wet week at Niagra Falls. Their future together, and it’s limitless possibilities stretched out before them like the open road.
He was stretching her road open now, as he was working a fourth finger into her backdoor. He was looking down at her now. He loved to watch the expression on her face.
Her eyes were locked to his as she looked like she was talking to him, but was quiet. She felt every finger stretching her pucker, and loved it. She was telling him how much she loved it, but the sound wouldn’t come out.
He had just worked in the bridge of his mighty hand, when Joanna felt his thumb move towards the four finger cluster.
She waved a long finger at him, smiled sinfully and said, “Nn, nn, nn, tailpipe.” She wanted to save the best for last.
He saw that look in her eye. She was the one who was really in control. He smiled and withdrew his hand, then carefully removed he studded dildo. He reached into the tub of lubrication, and scooped up a handful of grease. He generously coated his long, veiny cock as he mounted the bed for the long haul.
With her long legs shooting up past his soulders, he had the perfect angle for a free ride. He looked down at her, his face close to hers, as he position his Wedge for the final stretch.
He could smell her sweet breath, and see the beads of sweat on her forehead. The look in her deep, emerald eyes told him he’d better get on with it, if he knew what was good for him. He did.
In one slow, steady stroke, he carefully forced his Wedge in up to his balls. He watched her face. As each inch passed her ring, her eyes and mouth got wider and wider. Long lashes flickered involuntarily as her eyes rolled back, showing only white. Her full, red lips were stretched into a blissful O.
“Yeah baby, take my ass. Take it, yeah… Fuck!” Joanna’s tiny mouth stretched in pleasure as her lustful screams burst out.
Wedge withdrew slowly, taking her hole with him. He carefully slid in a second, and third. Joanna squealed as she tore off into the distance.
Oh no you don’t, he thought, you can’t get away that easily. Wedge sped to catch-up.
When he started really pounding her, she cupped his ass in her hands to make sure she was getting it all. She was.
He started grunting, as he rode his hog deep down her Hershey Highway, like a true road warrior. Stretch’s eyes closed tighter as she screamed, “I love it, I love it, I love it!”
Wedge could read her face like a speed gauge she was close. He pulled out.
A look of utmost dismay passed over her face. “What are you doing?” She sounded frantically annoyed.
“I didn’t think you were enjoying it enough,” he said seriously.
“You’re kidding, right? I was soo close. Put it back in, and fuck my ass, now!” She meant business.
“I can’t hear you!” He imitated his drill sargeant.
“FUCK MY ASS, NOW!” She screeched, her voice echoed in the small room. Her asshole started searching blindly for his cock. When she found it, she was rewarded.
In one powerful stroke, he went from 0 to Balls in 0.9 seconds. Joanna’s screams of ecstasy were music to his ears.
She loved that he would give his control to her, but she loved it more when he lost his control, on her. Ten hard, bone rattling strokes followed, stranding Joanna in the high plains of bliss. Then he pulled out and got off the bed.
Joanna started thrashing. “Get back here and finish your job, mother fucker!” She screamed through clenched jaws. She started pounding on the bed with her fists as her heaving chest boiled- over with seething fury.
When she managed to calm herself down, Joanna said in the sweetest voice possible under the circumstances, “Please dear, finish fucking my asshole,” the strain obvious in her wavering voice. She was ready to blow up again when he interrupted.
“I got something else for you today,” he said conversationally, as he undid her left boot clip.
Her breathing slowed. “What is it?” She asked nicely, but far from forgiving him.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he said as he undid the other boot. He bent down and scooped her up like fresh strawberry ice-cream. Tom carried his wife to the far corner of the room and placed her in a leather basket. It hung from chains, and had a wide hole in the bottom. He lowered it to an exact height, then crawled beneath her.
He pressed her up quite easily and placed her gaping asshole over his cock. Then he let her own body weight propel her down it’s length.
“Oh yeah, this is going to be good!” She said with more grit in her tiny sweet voice.
He turned her around slowly.
“Oh my god, yes!” She sounded impressed.
He turned her the other way, as he started drilling her ass to new specifications. He kept going. Her vice-like asshole twisted his cock off, as Stretch blasted off into the wild blue yonder.
Joanna spun faster and faster. She became so vocal, her cries to Jesus could be heard in Hell. Her body started tingling all over before she started to convulse.
Dizziness sent her orgasm to another dimension when, behind her eyes flashed a bright red light, then a thundering BOOM! Her body went limp as she blacked out.
Joanna awoke laying down several minutes later, to the familiar burning sting of hot wax dripping slowly onto her chest and tits. Her nipples felt pinched, she looked down.
Clothes-pins? She wondered. As her head cleared she took a closer look. Sharp teeth were carved into the ends. That fucker really knows how to push my buttons, she thought with admiration.
Seeing Joanna was awake, Tom put the candle down and laid next to her. She turned towards him. He removed the clothes-pins, before she snuggled herself into his strong chest and arms. She breathed in his musky scent.
“Mmm, that was…” she searched for a description, but couldn’t find one suitable. She looked up at him, “You were fucking my ass way to hard, you jerk.” She playfully punched him on his broad chest, giggling.
“Hey,” he said, shifting the blame, “you said, and I quote, ‘Make me see stars’. Did you see them?” He tenderly kissed her forehead.
“Not really, it was more like… a super nova.” The skin over her entire body goose pimpled when she remembered that glimmering instant, she kissed God. She was brought back by a hot throbbing between her legs. She smiled when she remembered.
“You haven’t cum yet!” She sounded happy. “I’m still hungry,” she said in her sexiest kitten voice.
He got up and walked over to a glass case. He pulled out a deep, wide crystal bowl. It had a long fluted base covered in pearls. He placed the bowl in front of him as he knelt before the bench.
“Here kitty, kitty, kitty,” he sung.
“Meow,” she bounded over in seconds, and lay on her elbows in front of the bowl. Her eyes moved from his face to his cock as he stroked it. She smiled at him and knew what she had to do. She had to sing for her supper.
“I’m still burning up. Are you going to hose me down, Fire Chief?” She couldn’t resist.
She’s trying to make me lose my concentration, he thought. This is serious now. As he fisted his cock to the rhythm, she continued her song.
“Yeah, give it to me. Cover me in your hot buttery love. I can’t wait to see it shooting out, and coat my face. Give it to me. Gimme, gimme, gimme,” she chanted as he crossed the finish line with a wild-eyed grimace of victory.
She closed her eyes just in time as a thick white rope of hot cum blasted her between the eyes, then dripped down her nose. A second, and third splashed off her forehead, globs landing into her hair. Blast four, five and six sprayed her cheeks and open mouth.
What cum she caught, she spit into the bowl. An enormous seventh and final load oozed slowly from his bloated head. He pumped it into her mouth, filling it completely.
Joanna swallowed it in one loud GULP. With cum coated lips she wrapped her mouth around the head to suck it all out.
A shiver ran through Wedge’s body, then he slumped down onto the bench. Damn, he thought, she’s really cleaned me out this time. He couldn’t even move.
Cum dripped off her jaws in white sheets. She could always count on his big lunch. With a long finger, she scooped the cum from her face and scraped it into the bowl, then sucked it clean. A white puddle sloshed around in the bottom of the bowl.
“Mmm, lunchtime,” she said with a lascivious grin.
She transformed quickly from wildcat to hungry dog, as she dove her face into the bowl, and started lapping it up in loud, slurping licks. She looked over the bowl at him, and licked up the side of the bowl, her now white tongue spreading wide in a loving lick.
Joanna lifted her face from the bowl, messy and bubbling from the mouth. She smiled at him and wiggled the tip of her nose, then blew him a messy kiss before she went back to work. She turned the bowl continuously until she licked it back to crystal clarity.
Jesus fuck, she is too damn freaky, he thought in amazement. He almost couldn’t believe his eyes.
When Joanna finished cleaning up her face and fingers, Tom got up and put the bowl away. When he returned, Joanna was looking up at him happily. He knelt on the floor with his wife, then met her in a loving embrace. They kissed deeply with the faint flavor of semen still on her lips.
They swayed to the beating of their hearts. It always took a while to come down from their playtime, they had learned that a long time ago. Finally, they broke with a sweet little parting kiss.
Tom went to put his clothes back on. Joanna still stood in the middle of the room, her taut belly bulging slightly from her meal.
“How are you feeling?” He asked with a lilt in his deep voice.
She rubbed her belly gently. Wide eyed, she exhaled through the corner of tight lips, and nodded, “Full. You go ahead back to work, I think I’m going to walk it off. That reminds me, don’t forget to pick up some potato salad for the church picnic tomorrow, okay.”
“Sure, sure,” he said standing up, fully clothed. They both blew out the candles and opened the door. “May I carry you, Mrs. Quimby?”
“Why, yes you may, Mr. Quimby.” Joanna beamed at him as he picked her up and they creaked happily upstairs.
Joanna and Tom helped each other wash up, and got dressed. After they kissed goodbye, he left. She soon found herself in front of the fireplace, looking at the pictures of their wedding. They’d been married only five years, but her life was so much different now that she had him.
Joanna was always a shy girl, and being Catholic didn’t help. Sexual repression, guilt and the confusion of youth, had her sexual fantasies spinning out of control. Her vivid imagination got her into plenty of trouble at her all girl school. And She was seriously thinking about going to a nunnery to help her with her demons, when she met him.
He looked so strong and forbidding she was drawn to him immediately. It was love at first sight, for both of them.
As Joanna watched her husband ride away, she couldn’t help thinking that while he may be her hog sometimes, he’ll always be her knight in shining armor.