Max Benson nearly ran from the front door of the main laboratory complex, to the parking lot. He would have run, and shouted too, except that successful research scientists at Walton Instruments did not behave in such an indecorous fashion. The news he had received, just before leaving for the day certainly confirmed that he was just that – a successful research scientist.
Max fumbled with his car keys in his eagerness to be off, but managed to get his Mustang started. He sang a little ditty as he drove. Jackie, he knew, would be ecstatic. His wife of eleven months followed his career with intense interest, applauding every step he took. The last eleven months, he realized, had been one long honeymoon and had proved beyond doubt that he’d chosen wisely, that their long engagement had paid off fabulously.
Jackie had waited patiently while he plowed through the last two years of his tough electrical engineering curriculum, giving in to his quixotic decision to remain single until he was gainfully employed. She in turn had exacted a price of her own, one that delayed until their wedding night the fullest exploration of their love. Since that incredible night, however, she had enthusiastically given herself to the most passionate pursuits they could dream up. Max’s prick sprang to sudden life as he thought of his ever-passionate wife, of her muscular thighs, her hungry loins, her hard, conical breasts.
He roared into the parking lot of the Marlchester Arms, the luxurious apartment house where they’d taken a sumptuous place. Jackie must have heard him coming, for she was standing at the door when he let himself in.
“Great news, darling!” he cried, hugging her in happy delirium.
“Let’s have it, by all means,” she panted after she’d pulled her mouth from his.
“I’m going into Hensley’s research lab! They liked the work I did on infra-red sensors, and Hensley wants me to come in with him!”
“Marvelous! Sounds to me like Walton Instruments knows a first-class scientist when they see one.” Jackie murmured, retaining her hold on Max’s waist and shoving her pubic bone snugly against his loins. “In fact, I think this calls for a celebration.”
“Sure it does. Where shall we start?”
“Why, darling, where all our celebrations start,” she purred. “In our passion chamber, of course! In fact, I think that right now would be a good time for a Special!”
Max’s eyes flashed eagerly at the reference to one of the many routines they’d developed in their eleven months of fevered lovemaking.
“Really? That strikes me as a marvelous response,” he told her, leading her to their bedroom.
Since the Bensons had waited so long before getting married, they hadn’t had to skimp on furniture, as do so many newlyweds. Max’s healthy starting salary at Walton Instruments had allowed them to pick an apartment with lots of room, as well as a collection of choice furniture. Max had insisted on the king-sized bed, and Jackie had convinced him – with no great effort – to lay out a sizeable sum for mirrors and to hang them about the bedroom in strategic spots. “I can’t help it,” she’d told him. “I just think it’ll be fun to lie there and watch us!”
Max had never regretted the investment. He’d discovered that he too liked seeing himself make love with his wife, and that the sight of their naked bodies, passionately entwined, stirred Jackie to even more frantic and heated responses. All in all, the Bensons were very well adjusted in the sex department.
“I’ve got some news too,” Jackie told him as she slipped off her blouse. “But it can wait till after this, darling.”
Max didn’t try to change her mind; he was too engrossed in the still-magical mystery of her unveiling body. Their courtship and engagement had been curiously chaste, considering their passionate natures, but the fact was that they’d both been shy and awkward before marrying. Only in the privacy of their bedroom had they been able to uncover the fierce hungers and erotic imaginativeness that made their every coupling so memorable.
Jackie’s childhood had been so repressive, for example, that she didn’t even know it “wasn’t nice” to stage little strip shows for her husband; she had discovered that he liked watching her undress, and saw no reason why she shouldn’t make a performance out of it if he liked it. Her mother would have been properly horrified, of course, but her mother wasn’t there. Thus Jackie eased the cups of her bra off her firmly swelling breasts, teasing him along by showing a nipple and then covering it up.
Max devoured her with his eyes as he skinned out of his own clothes, stripping down to his briefs. He left those on, knowing that Jackie found it especially exciting to watch his stiff cock swell the front of the knitted cotton until it seemed about to burst the thin barrier.
She tired of her game and sent the bra flying, thrusting her ruddy nipples into the air before her with a carefree gesture.
She stepped out of her skirt and loafers quickly and began rolling her thin, skimpy panties down her hips until they resembled a G-string. The dark, curling fringe of hair that peeked over the rolled nylon added another fillip of excitement to Max’s viewing.
Jackie walked over to him and began easing his shorts down, her eyes glittering. “I never cease to wonder,” she breathed softly, “that I lived for twenty-three years and never knew that men had such wonderful, beautiful things as this in their trousers! Oh, Max, I just never get tired of looking at your sweet prick!”
Since neither of them knew the proper clinical terms for the delicious things their marriage had revealed to them, they innocently used the terminology Max had picked up in college dormitories.
“Hurry up and lie down,” Max panted, “so I can pull those panties off. I feel the same way about your pussy! Then we can get on with the Special.”
“Yes, darling. I can hardly wait.”
Jackie pulled his shorts down and leaned back as he stepped out of them. Her eyes caressed his rigid prick with living care, roving up and down its massive length. Had she had a less innocent childhood, she would have known that her husband was an unusually well-endowed man; that his eight burly inches of prick were far more than many women even found in a lifetime of searching.
She lay back and lifted her rump so Max could pull the knotted panties down along her trim thighs, over her shapely knees and then off completely. She knew that he liked to gaze on her womanly well, so she drew her knees up and well apart, until her whole pussy lay open for his inspection.
“How does it look today, Doctor Benson?” she asked.
“Mmm. Looks rather undernourished to me,” he said, adopting a professional tone. “Yes, that’s an extremely hungry pussy, I believe.”
“Heavens! What do you prescribe?”
“I have an injection, reserved for very special customers, that might be just what you need,” he murmured. “Perhaps we should try that, and see if there’s improvement in its condition.”
“Whatever you say,” she sighed. “I’m completely at your disposal!”
Max crawled up between her thighs, laughing at the private joke.
Jackie welcomed him with a hot, wet kiss, then reached down to guide his prick into place. “Are you really ready?” she asked. “Will you shoot as soon as you get it in?”
“Of course I will,” he assured her. “You know what to do.”
Jackie made sure the head of his prick lay squarely between the juicy, heated lips of her pussy, pointed into the yearning mouth of her cunt, and then set her feet flat on the bed, her heels almost touching her firm hips. She seized his flanks with her hands, took a deep breath, and nodded expectantly.
“Ahhh!” she moaned as Max leaned forward, driving his thick cock into the ring that guarded the entrance to her cunt.
He gave it just enough thrust to lodge the head securely, allowing the taut muscle to grasp his cock at the junction of head and shaft. Jackie now threw her rump into action, grinding her mill around the meat of his prick in a savagely exciting fashion.
Max still found his wife so exciting that it was very easy for him to arrive at a climax immediately on socketing his dick. And Jackie, far from being annoyed at this hasty response, thought it a touching exhibition of his passion for her. And since Max had sufficient vigor to keep plowing ahead after his orgasm, she lost nothing by the first quick shower of semen.
Jackie had once suggested that they capitalize on Max’s hair-trigger nature – couple it with some more interesting discoveries they’d made concerning themselves, and call the resulting technique their “Special”. Max, ever eager to please his lovely wife, had agreed in a flash. They kept the special for very festive occasions.
Max quickly completed phase one of the Special, finding the lascivious gyrations and claspings of Jackie’s cunt stimulating enough to trip the mechanism governing his climax. Shuddering and moaning in erotic glee, he hung above her, his prick’s head locked in her cunt, and shot off a generous tribute of seminal praise for her beauty. Jackie cried out in delight when she felt his prick swell suddenly and start to pump forth jets of the hot cream she loved above all other liquids.
“Come! Come!” she chanted, caressing his spewing prick with her vaginal vise. “Oh, shoot it in me! Shoot me full of that sweet cream!”
Max’s ejaculation gave her just what she wanted, a shower of spunk. Once he’d dribbled out the last of it, she looked up inquiringly. He nodded, gasped that it was over, and then sheathed nearly all of his prick in her well-oiled scabbard. He drove himself far into her heated loins, moving slowly and soaking his, prick in the hot oils he’d spurted into her. One stroke was enough; after sinking nearly all his cock into her, he withdrew it.
“Now for the good part,” she muttered as he pulled away. “Or maybe I should say the superlative part. It’s all just too good for words to express!”
Max quickly turned around on the bed and lay at her side. Jackie had clasped her sex between her fingers, closing the gap he’d just vacated. Now she removed those fingers and rolled toward him slightly.
“I often wonder what Mother would say if she could see me doing this,” she whispered as, she took Max’s cunt-slicked cock in her fingers. “Do you suppose it’s bad, darling?”
“What could be bad about it?” he asked, kissing away a few spots of spunk that had dripped onto her thigh when he pulled out. “The semen’s a natural product, it isn’t waste matter, you and I both like the taste of it, and certainly it’s an exciting thing to do. If all that’s true, and it allows us to make love in a more exciting way, then surely it must be all right.”
Neither Max nor Jackie, of course, had ever dreamed of the possibility of oral love before marriage. Jackie had started it one night by impetuously kissing his cock, after a stirring bout on the bed, and swearing that anything that delicious should be kissed regularly. Max thoroughly agreed, and had insisted that she lie down so he could reciprocate. One thing led to another, and it was by this natural but highly unusual process that they discovered the delights of oral lovemaking. Jackie hadn’t been put off by the fact that his prick was dripping with semen and vaginal juice that first time she kissed it. Rather, the gamy condition of the morsel made it all the more attractive to her. And she had also discovered that she especially liked the taste of the manly fluid Max never tired of giving her. He, in turn, had decided that if she could accept and devour him, wet and sloppy though his prick might be, he could hardly do less. Gradually they’d discovered that they could spend hours nibbling and kissing each other’s organs, maintaining their passion at a euphoric level, and then finish off with an orgasm that surpassed all other orgasms.
This, then, was the Special, and they both intended to make the most of it on that special evening. Jackie’s mouth encircled her husband’s rigid prick, bearing down along the shaft until the broad, soft head nudged the top of her throat. She flung her head about gently, rubbing her mouth over it in a loving way, and inhaled the heady aroma exuded by his wet loins. The slightly salty taste of the bedewed organ set her lovebud to throbbing gently, a throb that mounted to frantic ecstasy when Max’s lips began to nibble delicately at the tender cone.
“Careful,” she warned him. “I’d just love to come right now, but I’d rather put it off for a while.”
“Oh? You must be really worked up,” he murmured, easing off his attack. “What an incredibly beautiful pussy you have, my dear!”
“I missed getting a post-breakfast fuck this morning,” she reminded him. “Remember? We overslept, and barely got you off to work as it was.”
“So we did. But why did we oversleep? Surely it wasn’t because we spent so much time in bed last night!”
“Oh, Max, that was so good! Do you know, I got to counting up this morning, and I could distinctly remember coming six separate times! You were just incredible, my darling stallion! That’s why I’m so on edge now; all I’ve done all day is think about how well you fucked me last night.”
“It was nothing,” he said modestly. “The way you fuck demands a rousing performance in return. I could hardly have done less, no matter what.”
“Mmm, that’s good,” Jackie purred, twisting her head to get a look at their reflection in the mirror. “I like it especially when you suck my whole pussy into your mouth and then chew on the lips like that!”
“What? I can’t understand you.”
“I said that no chef in the world ever prepared a dish like this,” he told her after removing his lips from her heated flesh. “Hey, I like that, too! Who’d have thought it was so nice to get your balls sucked by a woman? Amazing!”
Max went back to his own dish then. His lascivious tongue darted and dipped in Jackie’s throbbing cunt, scooping out the semen he’d shot into her, and incidentally causing her no end of erotic delight. He rested his face on her thigh and allowed her to fuck his mouth, as she called it; actually she just rubbed her aching pussy and vibrant clitoris into his lips and chin until she felt that one more wiggle would surely send her tumbling head over heels into a wild orgasm. Then she shrank back, desiring to put off the culminating experience as long as possible.
Jackie had learned quickly that a passionate orgasm – the kind she felt building tip in her body tonight – left her almost totally exhausted and unable to continue the delightful game. Hence another advantage of the Special: it allowed them to spend an almost indefinite time at their sex play, always maintaining their passion at a high peak, and then finishing it off with a gut-searing climax.
Max now took over as Jackie drew away to allow her sex to cool a bit. He reciprocated, fucking her in the mouth, and she caught his cock between her check and her closed teeth, forming a provocative little pocket for his tool and encouraging him to slide the thick instrument back and forth. Its burly head bulged out the side of her face, and the tension as well as the feel of her teeth exerted all kinds of tingling pressures on his prick as he fucked it back and forth.
He kept this up until he felt his balls tingle in a suggestive, dangerous way, and then ceased his motion.
“My, that didn’t take long,” she murmured as he pulled his cock out of her mouth. “Someone else is fired up too!”
“You bring it out in me, Jackie. I just don’t seem to be able to hold back, sometimes. But I think I’m getting better; don’t you?”
“Certainly,” she agreed. “Why, just take last night, for an example. You fucked me into at least three orgasms before you had one yourself! I just don’t know how you held back. Sometimes I wonder if maybe you don’t really like it with me so much any more. But then you come on like now, and I know everything’s all right.”
“I don’t understand it either,” Max admitted. “Sometimes I can hold it back forever, and then sometimes I feet like I’d shoot if you even breathed on it. And it doesn’t seem to have much relationship to how much I want to get in bed with you, either.”
“I’m not going to worry about it,” she declared. “And certainly not now, of all times! What do you want to do tonight? Go off in my mouth?”
“If you’d like it better that way, of course. But I really think I’d rather have your legs around me and feel you working your pussy up at me when we finish.”
“I guess so,” Jackie agreed. “I can’t ever decide which way I like it best; they’re both so incredibly good. You know, sometimes I wish I could fasten another prick on you, so I could suck and fuck at the same time.”
“My sentiments exactly,” Max sighed, giving her snatch another affectionate kiss. “My, this thing is hot and juicy!”
“Mmm. Your tongue feels just divine in me! Are you about ready, darling? I’d like to keep this up forever, but I’m afraid I’ll start getting cramps in my womb unless you put that cock in deep and finish me off.”
“Yes. I’m ready for that too,” Max whispered.
“All right; in just a moment,” she moaned. “Just kiss me once more down there, and make sure you get your lips and tongue just soaking wet from my cunt. I love it so when I can taste my pussy on your sweet, dear face!”
Max obliged, then twisted about on the bed, moving in close so she could cover his dripping mouth with hungry kisses. She fastened her lips on him, twisting her body in enthusiasm as the taste of her own livid sex inflamed her senses even further. She tugged impatiently at Max, signifying her desire to feel his flesh in hers.
Without disturbing their tightly glued lips, he slid over her hip and between her parting thighs. His stiff cock zeroed in on her sweating sex, as if it were a heat-seeking missile of the sort that Walton Instruments helped design.
Jackie grunted deep in her throat when she felt the bareheaded tool nudge in between the swollen lips of her pussy, laying bare the juicy inner meat and giving her a foretaste of the delight it would soon bring.
“Hurry and get it in!” she gasped, tearing her mouth from his. “I feel like I’m coming already! God, my cunt’s nearly grown together, it’s so hot!”
Jackie lay very still for a moment, savoring to the utmost the thrill of feeling as his hard dick split the mouth of her cunt and plowed into the congested flesh of her vaginal canal. Suddenly, once the entrance had been effected, she seized Max’s hips in her hands, swung her legs up around his torso and fastened him to her in a tight grip.
“Drive it in! Split my cunt apart!” she hissed, throwing her loins up and impaling herself on his meaty sword. “Give it all to me, my darling! Oh, fuck me all the way!”
Max plunged into the tight, steamy grip, trying to bury his long prick in one frantic plunge. The force of his attack took Jackie’s breath away. Her eyes rolled back, and she felt that her very womb was exploding inside her as his lovely terrible prick carried her further and further up in a cloudland of sexual frenzy.
Once she recovered from the initial thrust, her body turned into a churning engine of sexual completion.
Sobbing out incoherent phrases, she took Max’s hearty lunges in her sex, fielded them and fired them back with interest. They had long ago discovered that the sex act improved when they threw themselves into it with unreserved vigor. Consequently, their actions – once they entered the final phase of the climb to climax – were completely without inhibition or reserve.
The long period of preparation had resulted in Jackie’s being close to orgasm even before Max pierced her for the second time. Now, as he drove the inexorable rod home again and again, she soared from climax to climax, hardly pausing to catch breath between the ferociously pleasurable spasms that racked her belly. Max fucked away with a hungry zeal, knowing that his straight ahead driving motions only intensified the sensations rocketing through her juicy cunt.
“Oh, God, I’ll never stop coming!” Jackie moaned, rubbing the lips of her pussy into the bony mass surrounding the base of his cock. “You’ll kill me with prick! You’ll screw me to death!”
“Yes… I… will,” he grunted frantically. “But I’ll fuck… myself to death, too. I’m going to melt in that sweet, hot cunt of yours!”
He gave one more womb-searching, cunt-shattering thrust and then collapsed on Jackie, trying to keep his prick buried deep in her. She felt his balls, dangling against her churning buttocks, give out a shuddering twitch, and then her entire box came alive in one final burst of sexual joy as his prick began pumping jet after jet of smoking come into her body. The knowledge that he was coming – made all the sweeter by his agonized cries of pleasure – sent her into yet another spasm of orgiastic frenzy, and her tortured cunt grabbed hungrily at his foaming prick, milking it of every drop of pleasure it could spurt into her heated caress.
“Another victory for the master cocksman!” she whispered as they lay still, collapsed in the aftermath of their violent explosions. “Oh, Max, sometimes I just die when I think of those years we were going together and could have been doing this!”
“Yes, it does bug a person to know he’s missed all that good stuff,” he agreed. “But, we can only try to make up for lost time!”
“Yes, and isn’t it fun?” she said, giggling against his sweat-slick chest.
“What was that news you had for me?” he asked, bracing up to look down at her flushed but sweetly contented face.
“Oh! I forgot about that! Well, I was over at the shopping center this afternoon, and I ran into Priscilla Walker. Well, it’s Hudgins now, actually. She was my roommate, in college the first two years I was there. Just a dear girl, though I thought she was a little wild then. But if the boys fucked her the way you fucked me just now, I can see why she might have been wild!”
“What’s she look like? I don’t recall the name.”
“I don’t know if you ever met her,” Jackie said. “She’s a good-looking girl; you’d probably remember her if you had. Well, she and her husband just moved here. I think she said he’d been transferred. Anyway, they have an apartment over on Windom Way, in that big new posh complex.”
“That’ll be nice, if they stay here,” Max murmured. “Give you an old friend to reminisce with.”
“Yes, it’ll really be nice,” Jackie said. “And they’ve invited us over for a swimming party and cook-out Saturday night. Want to go?”
“Sure. Why not? It’ll do us good to get out for a while. We’ve been spending too much time at home lately.”
“But darling, it’s nice to spend time at home with a sex fiend like you! I’ll never get enough of this great stuff.”
But Jackie had gotten enough for a short time, at least. She lay beneath Max for a few minutes longer, then got up to prepare a celebration dinner. Max dozed off for a moment, to dream idly of repeating the satisfying performance. On waking, he thought of Priscilla Hudgins, wondering what she and her husband would be like, but quickly dismissed it from his mind.