Open Ch. 02

Will shudders and fucks an enormous volcanic mass of sperm into Ellen's pussy. She holds his sides lightly and squirms onto his throbbing cock and squeezes as hard as she can to empty him inside her. This time she is completely naked and is spread widely on the sofa in front of him, a sacrificial blanket spread beneath her to catch any spillover, of which there is plenty.

As per the plan, Will fucks her wildly, then drops down to his seat on the stool directly between her thighs, her soaked cunt inches from his face.

"Now let's do it. You watch," Ellen croons the game plan. "Can we bring you back to attention in less than five minutes using good old-fashioned afterglow on steroids? The afterglow being me simply brazenly fucked, sexed, aroused and hot -- and you watching me fuck to orgasm? How fast can I get you back to completely hard? Let's see. Winner gets a free trip to Vegas; loser makes all the plans and pays. Good?"

Will sighs, certain of winning. He is spent. He sees looping images of refrigerators, cigarettes, pillows, and football games. His dick is spent and dead. No way.

"Vegas, then, baby. You're on."

Ellen smiles and pushes her feet into the sofa cushion to open herself wider yet. This move allows her to raise her ass, exposing the rounded sphincter beneath the messy, freshly fucked pussy.

Arranged thus, Will has a perfect view for mankind. His wife's creamy pussy overflowing waves of thick white and clear semen down, around, and into her throbbing asshole. She's right, Will thinks, men don't see this too often, except watching porn, and BEFORE they come, or WHILE they're coming.

Men don't just sit there and spend time watching their wives' pussies soppy with the guys' fresh cum.

So far so good though, he decides.

Ellen's fingers are delicately spread with the middle finger alone tracing her entire exposed cunt lips and smearing the cum, lifting it and twisting it in her fingers, then moving it to her mouth to taste.

Just above the sight Ellen's magnificent tits form the upper vortex of a triangle with her pussy being the bottom point. And between these delectable breasts Ellen's beloved face watches him, wide open, inviting.

How long can he watch this without hardening to full on again? Will feels his first wave of uncertainty, arising from nerves tingling somewhere in a dead dick.

This is the game.

No lap dance ever was like this.

To see this before getting off would be futile -- coming would happen inevitably and the impending clouding of mind leading to that orgasm would not allow this degree of experience.

And here, again, is the rub, if you will: Ellen has not come yet. She will take her sweet time. He will simply stay with her and watch. They always practiced the age old sex wisdom of getting her off first, then he would come and they would fade into the afterglow, him faster than her sure enough.

Well, not this time. His cum is all over Ellen. Ellen is still feeling her orgasm building. And feeling it Ellen is.

Incredible, the pressure off of both of them! Freshly fucked, but yet-to-orgasm, Ellen is feeling beautiful. When Ellen feels beautiful, Will gets...harder.

Will frowns down.

She is engorging and thickening with anticipation, feeding her lust looking over her hardened nipples into his appeased but adoring eyes.

"I'm feeling very, very, very naked and very, very open."

"Keep going deeper there," Will says softly, slipping right into Ellen's game plan, whispering so as not to break the spell, touching her softly frigging fingers in encouragement, feeling his stuff heavy and thick on her fingers.

He reaches and runs his finger along her pussy slit from clit, down along swelling crevice, and into oozing opening. He circles a little and drops even lower, stopping to probe and push into the ultra sensitive skin between her pussy and her ass. She moans and arches into his touch.

Uh, oh. He feels the nerves in his flaccid cock stir deep inside, though they don't yet budge the outside -- yet. Well, maybe a little.

This close, the smell is sensual, overpowering. The aroma is different than the normal Ellen scent that he knows and loves infinitely as he eats her out time after delirious time. It is supercharged elixir of raw sex created from both of them.

How often is a man this close to her pussy and his own semen once he has deposited it there? Perhaps he knows her smell mixed with his early lubricant as he first alternately fucks her and licks her. But how many men know the fully saturated combination of cunt and cock inches from his nose? Awake, that is?

Ellen's face is expressionless, her eyes fully open, her pupils eclipsing her entire circumference. Her breathing is regular but strong. Her fingers poise, pressed into her clit for a second, then she deftly slides two fingers into her thick and slippery opening -- deep, deeper, deeper. She arches her pelvis off the sofa into her own thrust and gasps. She fucks herself firmly.

All the way in slowly, all the way out slowly, all the way in again, all the way out again. Again, and again, and again. Fucking herself steadily over and over and over.

Will's inner nerves are starting to reach outward and affect muscles, his cock moves on its own, but only the slightest of twitches. His finger is drawn toward Ellen's and works around her asshole, smearing himself into that pulsing flesh opening.

Then as Ellen's fingers disappear deep inside her cunt one more time, Will's finger sinks through the muscular circle and glides almost effortlessly deep inside. Ellen groans and thrusts her bottom off the sofa again. She feels downward inside her cunt, pressing through her magical inner pussy flesh toward his finger probing upward inside the magical flesh of her ass as he reaches upward from inside toward her fingers. They fuck her in both orifices with the longest, slowest, deepest strokes for what seems an eternity - but, alas, Will worries, it's really only 76 seconds.

Afraid to rub her beyond sensation into discomfort, Will carefully exits and checks his own part. He is either winning or losing, no one ever clarified how the game is scored -- his shaft was lengthening, he glanced at the clock.

Definitely lengthening in less than five minutes -- hell, closer to three.

Ellen is moving rapidly toward coming.

The probing inside Ellen releases the most amazing fragrance of lust Will has ever experienced or imagined. He moves closer and closer to that smell, less and less inhibited by his own thick contribution to her wetness. Ellen encourages him by sliding toward him, anticipating.

Will is over the edge and automatically moves his mouth to the feast. His tongue lands square in the middle of Ellen's pussy and feels the pungent tang of their mixed juices assault his tongue, driving him to even more intense lust.

He is wildly reaming Ellen's pussy, lapping up the magnificent mixture of her and him like icing. After he satiates the urge to ingest their combined body wetness, he immediately shifts to deep, wanton thrusts into her depths.

Straight, hard tongue-fucking into his beloved. A steady rhythm, endless repetitions, over and over and over again. Fucking her wildly with his mouth. Then he feels it. She is ready.

Will pulls out without losing touch with Ellen's cunt and scoops upward through her wetness until he encircles her clit. He sucks hard.

His fingers slide inside her to replace his tongue. In seconds, Ellen is gasping and moaning, feeling control slip away. Now control is gone and Ellen rocks into a convulsion of contradictory pulsations.

She thrashes wildly and grabs Will's head with both hands to steady herself as she explodes into a million muscular churnings. Will eats Ellen steadily through the wildest gyrations, controlling her takeoff by holding her ass tightly with both hands and twisting her to keep the tightest pressure on her cunt with his tongue.

It is not until she is once again rocking gently like a toddler that Will lightens his lips on her pussy and softly strokes her up and down. Finally, as he senses her tenderness creeping in, he replaces his mouth with his breath, blowing lightly onto her sensitive skin. This of course sends puffs of their mutual sex soup aroma toward her face and toward his.

Finally Will leans back, hands behind him on each back edge of his perch.

There, directly in full view of both lovers, proof positive, in less than three minutes, is a splendidly erect and pulsing male sex organ, proudly straining for recognition and attention.

"We win," Ellen smiles.

"Vegas, here we come."