Ann: The Married Years Ch. 39

"You could always swallow." The tease in his voice went perfectly with the way he cupped her plump breast in her tight shirt.

"On top of all that whiskey I'll be drinking? I'm not sure my stomach could take it. Then again... who's to say? I'm kind of getting ahead of myself. I just want to be sure you're not upset about the bet, and you're really okay with me, you know, becoming a real slut for the night."

"I think that's the most important thing you've said so far, babe. It's only for one night. You're part of a group that had the temerity to name yourselves sluts on purpose. You're just living up to that name, but you're also only a Super Bowl slut one night a year. And the fact is the Niners aren't going to be in the game every year. You never know, but this might be your one and only opportunity to ever do this."

"Well, damn, when you put it like that, I think I almost have to do it," she grinned.

"Good for you. Embrace your inner Anna, and just make me proud," he said cheerfully. Kissing her on the cheek, he got up off the floor.

"Where are you going?"

"To put Owen in his crib. He was out five seconds after I started the swing."

Pulling her shirt over her head, she started working on her jeans. "Don't be long. I want to start practicing for the game."

"You have to get undressed to practice a blowjob?" he laughed.

"Oh, we're fucking. Right now I can't stop thinking about what would happen if Carol let me do you on her living room floor, and I want to be ready just in case!" she teased.

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Heading back into the living room, he stopped dead in his tracks, his heart skipping a beat. It didn't surprise him that she was naked. After all, she began undressing before he left. But it was a bit of a shock that she'd started without him. He walked in as she was in the midst of fingering herself with one hand while she frigged her clit with the other.

She was on her back, her legs spread lewdly with her feet firmly on the carpet. She had deliberately faced the hallway, knowing he would be coming back soon. Her first thought was to simply open herself up for him, offering an erotic vision up on return. But that quickly changed when she tweaked a nipple to pass the time. The fire that simple move lit in her loins consumed her conscious thought. Hands flying to her pussy, she became obsessed with getting off as fast as she could.

Her image enthralled him. The way her chest rose and fell with her haggard breathing; how her legs fluctuated, opening and closing ever so slightly. The subtle rippling of her abdomen, her muscles contracting as her fingers invaded her cunt. And then there was the way she curled her toes into the carpet as the sensations she created flowed through her sensual body. It was at once graceful and fluid, an intimate performance.

"Damn," he murmured, unable to move closer for fear she might hear him and stop.

There was little chance of that. She was soaring, the rising ebb of her orgasm about to drown her in its wake. Her feet jerked up off the ground, her ass landing on the floor with a thud. Then her back was arched, her tits thrusting upward as she whimpered, holding back the scream that was just behind her quivering lips.

"OOOOHHH UUUNNNNAAAAA!" she howled.

Her exhale landed on his ears like a birdsong in the morning, sweet and melodic, calling out the pleasure she'd just experienced. Lowering her legs, she kept them spread, her finger still lingering near her pussy, slowly circling her clit. An innocent smile appeared; a total contrast to the image she was offering. Biting the corner of her lip, she winked sexily.

"Hi baby," she panted.

"Hello lover."

"How do you want me?"

"Often," he replied, pulling his shirt over his head.

She nodded slowly, loving his response. Yet she wanted to know what he was looking for. "Foreplay?"

Unzipping his jeans, his hardness appeared as he pealed open the front, showing he'd gone without his boxers again. Slipping the denim over his hips, he shook his head. "We just did."

"Then how do you want me?"

"You decide. I just want to fuck."

"I thought you wanted to make love."

"What gave you that impression?"

"You called me lover."

"That's because you are. Always. But I don't think there's any way I can make love to you now."

"Hmm... why not?"

"You're acting like a dirty girl."

"Am I now," she said brazenly, lifting a breast to lick a nipple.

"Uh-huh. Dirty girls masturbate. Didn't your mother tell you that?"

"She didn't have time. She was too busy getting her head banged against the wall."

It was an odd comment; one that could have dampened the mood. After all, who brings up her mother to a woman as she's toying with her own breast, especially after what she'd just done? But it didn't deter Ann. She'd taken that comment for what it was, going so far as to play off of it.

Her response thrilled him. Uncharacteristically playing the chauvinist, he winked. "Like mother, like daughter. I love a woman that knows her place."

"On her back with her legs spread?" she smiled. "Or should I head to the kitchen and put on an apron so you can bend me over the stove?"

He went a step further, asking, "What makes you think Jean is always on her back?"

Rolling over, she pulled her knees underneath, lifting her ass into the air. Wiggling it seductively, she pleaded with him. "Hammer my pussy, baby. Mommy needs fucked bad!"

He pounced, closing the distance between them in just seconds. His hands grabbed her hips as he stabbed forward, grunting as he bottomed out.

"UUUNNNNHHHHH!" she growled, the force of his first thrust moving her forward with such ferocity she was certain she'd gotten a rug burn on her left knee. Undeterred, she ripped her hips back into him, slamming their groins together. From there they held silent for a few minutes, save their relentless rutting, the room beginning to darken as the winter dusk turned to night.

Neil grabbed her hair, twisting her neck. The grimace was quickly replaced by a placid grin. That tranquil expression didn't change when he smacked her ass. It only spurred her on.

"I'm a dirty cunt, Neil! Fuck my dirty cunt!"

The way she described herself made his blood boil. This wasn't about to turn into one of her Anna Renee scenes, but the similarities were evident. Neil had called her on the fact she didn't tell him about her wager with Martina, and she was atoning for that indiscretion in her own subservient way.

She lowered her chest, forcing her breasts against the carpet. The force of his thrusts made them drag across the rough fibers, adding to the intensity of what they were doing. The angle also changed the way his cock dragged across her clit, the effect almost immediate.

"OOHHHH FUUUCCCK!" she bellowed, her orgasm hitting her in the center of her pelvis, rushing through her groin like a wildfire.

Tightening his grip in her long, sexy mane, he twisted it around the back of his hand, yanking her neck back, forcing her back to arch. She had to move up on her elbows for support, the result being her nipples rubbing against the floor. The burn caused a second reaction a short time later.

"I'MMMM CUMMMMINNNG!" she announced, although he already knew that.

"You're not done either, cunt!"

She knew he was right. The way he was fucking her, it didn't seem like he was anywhere near being done with her. It didn't seem like he was anywhere near cumming yet.

Ann came twice more before she felt Neil's shaft begin to thicken. It didn't happen every time, but when he was particularly worked up, she could literally feel his cock expand just before he exploded. Then again, perhaps it happened when she was worked up, the walls of of pussy becoming more sensitized. All she knew for certain was she felt it.

Neil's huge balls began to contract, and he burrowed deep into her convulsing pussy, lifting her knees off the floor.

"AAGGGGHHHHAAA!" his chest expelled, the ferocity of his announcement landing in her own.

"God yes, baby! Cum in my dirty cunt!"

He pulled out a few minutes later, his cock still pulsing with life. Pulling her hair, he spun her around to face it. In seconds it was buried down her throat, and he was fucking her face.

Pulling out, she gasped for air, the suddenness of the change having caught her off guard. Her eyes watered; spit rolling over her chin.

"You know you're not done cumming yet, right."

"I know, baby. I know," she nodded with a recovering sigh.

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Ann held on for dear life. The thumping against the wall would have brought a smile had she not been in the throes of another climax. She'd come twice on the floor as he pounded her in the doggy position she'd initiated. Now she was coming again, still being taken from behind, albeit in a different position.

Her hands gripped the edges, her knuckles turning white from the strength it took to hold still. She was attempting to keep from making so much noise, with no luck. The dull thud continued with each stroke, as did the low moan she was emitting, centered somewhere in her solar plexus.

"Oh God... Neil," she shuddered, the irony of what he was doing lost on her at the moment.

She found it charming when he had literally dragged her by her hair into the kitchen portion of the great room after making her cum so hard in the living room, muttering along the way about how men had to keep women in their place. She knew his heart; that he was really just teasing. More importantly, she knew he was just continuing the odd thread that she'd started.

Making her put on her apron, he bent her over the stove, sliding his shaft back inside her with a heavy stroke, nearly lifting her feet from the linoleum. She grasped the sides of the appliance, giggling when it began to move. When it tipped back, the top hitting the wall, she let out a shrill chirp of excitement.

In the middle of her latest orgasm, he joined her, lurching forward quickly a couple of times before pulling out. He began spurting all over her ass and lower back, the white-hot jets of cum landing on her bronze skin.

"W... why did you pull out?" she said between breaths.

"You said you wanted to practice for the party. You may not get fucked, but if the 49ers win like you say they're going to, you're going to have a lot more cum on you than that."

Twisting her torso, she leaned back to kiss him, the warm goo starting to ooze down her body. "That feels so wicked."

"And yet you're smiling."

"That's what dirty girls do, baby."

"Then you're going to be a hit at the party."

"You think so?"

"I'm counting on it," he nodded.

"I don't know, Neil. I think I might be biting off more than I can chew this time."

"You're not going to be biting, lover. And you're certainly not chewing. You're only going to be sucking."

She laughed, his humor once again putting her at ease. Dropping to her knees, she took his half-hard cock in her hand, licking the sticky head. "In that case I better start practicing what really matters."