Stacy Lancaster: San Diego Pt. 03

Stacy was bent over the tub testing the water running from the faucet. Her ass might as well have had a bullseye painted on it. But before Jared could make a move, his wife flipped on the showerhead and stepped into the tub.

The room had a standard tub-and-shower as found in most homes. Stacy left the curtain open as she turned back and forth under the spray.

Jared stepped into the tub behind her. He moved close to her body and wrapped her in his arms, his hands cupping her breasts. The peaks were still hot and swollen. He allowed his dick to nudge its way into the valley between her buttocks again. "No, Jared." She said with authority in her voice. With a thrust of her ass she bumped his hips back away from hers. At the same time, she held his hands tightly to her chest. "Nothing may touch my cock until I'm ready to use it properly."

Jared still wasn't sure he wanted her to be calling all the shots. He was horny and a man. But on a deeper level, he trusted her to make the wait worth his while. She passed a bar of soap back to him over her shoulder. "Here, soap me up."

Jared spread lather across her tits and stomach. One hand then trailed down to her thighs while the other remained focused on her taunt, throbbing breasts.

The lower hand sneaked into her cleft and gently stroked her mound. Stacy moaned, her hips moving in delicious circles. Her hands followed his on the tour of her body.

Jared pressed himself against her again. He rubbed his frustrated cock up and down against her buttock a time or two before Stacy twisted and pushed him away. "I said no!" she said, her voice barely under control. Her hands were shaking but she held him at arm's-length. "If you can't behave then get out." She nudged him out of the shower.

Jared stood dripping on the bath mat as Stacy jerked the curtain closed. "You'll just have to wait till I'm done."

Jared was at a loss but Stacy rinsed herself off quickly. Soon she grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower. "Okay, now it's your turn." She said. She wrapped the towel around her chest and grabbed another for her hair. "Do I have to stay here and guard my cock or can you're keep your hands off it?"

Jared didn't answer. He stepped back into the shower and pointedly closed the curtain.

He stared down at his rock-hard sex. He thought to himself ruefully that Stacy's games weren't really going to gain her much... he was still maddeningly aroused. His cock was veritably howling for release. With an enormous effort of will, he kept his hands off his sensitive organ. In two minutes he deemed himself clean and shut off the shower.

He dried off quickly rather than thoroughly and let his bobbing prick lead the way out of the bathroom.

Stacy was gone. He looked around in puzzlement. There really wasn't anywhere to hide. The room had no closets and the bed frame was solid down to the floor. The love seat in the little sitting area was flush against the wall with no room behind it. Jared wouldn't put it past his wife to hide in waiting but there was just nowhere to hide.

He turned around aimlessly and confused. Then there was a click from the door and it opened.

Stacy walked into the room still wearing nothing but a towel. It was lapped tightly across her breasts but barely came to her thighs. What's more, the slit left by the wrap lined up with her crotch. As she strode into the room, creamy thigh and tantalizing shadow flashed.

God his wife was sexy.

She was carrying the ice bucket.

Jared couldn't resist asking, "Did anybody see you?"

"No" she said with a faintly disappointed sigh. Stacy seemed to be developing a hint of an exhibitionist streak.

She set the ice bucket on the bedside table and whipped off the towel, tossing it carelessly into the bathroom. She dropped to her knees before him and grabbed his schlong.

She inspected it.

"You're certainly nice and hard." She said critically, "But maybe a little too close to lift-off." She released his hot meat and rose to her feet. "Lay on the bed." She directed.

Once again Jared considered taking charge and once again his curiosity got the better of him. He lay out across the bed sideways and Stacy crawled across him. He enjoyed the vision of her sensual prowl. She came to a stop with her hips above his head. "Let's give you tongue a work-out" she said as she lowered herself onto his face.

Stacy's soft bush could not contain the aroused and flaring lips of her sex. They made little points and were spread wide and welcoming. Between them her slit was pressed closed fairly tightly but glistened with moisture that Jared didn't think came from the shower.

She smelled terrific.

Jared put his hands on her hips and gently guided her. He ran his nose along the upper reaches of her slit and pursed his lips to insinuate his mouth in her steaming hole. His tongue tickled along the pink verge of her sheath and he tasted her womanly essence.

Stacy shifted above him, sighing and laughing softly. "Oh, that's good." She said. For a second, her body lifted away and she did something at the edge of the bed. But immediately she returned and let her husband guide her soft beaver back onto his face.

For several seconds Jared slobbered and licked all over her gash. He heard an odd rattling sound and then felt something that made him jump out of his skin. He screamed into his wife's pussy. He tried to rear up but Stacy kept herself firmly planted across his head. His legs were extended off the side of the bed and he had no leverage.

Stacy had dumped the bucket of ice over his hotly erect genitals. She held the bucket cupped over his groin, keeping most of the ice-cubes piled on top of his suffering cock. "Oh god, Stacy, let me go. God, that hurts."

She laughed. "I'm killing two birds with one stone here, stud. I'm cooling you off and I'm giving you motivation. The deal is simple. I let you hot little soldier out of the deep freeze after you make me cum all over your face."

Jared's hips where all over the place, trying to get free. Stacy let him struggle but kept the ice bucket in place.

"No, Stace, really, this isn't funny."

"Then you better get to work!" she growled.

Jared didn't try to hit her. He didn't grab her by the neck and force her off his body. He wasn't really trapped. But the cold of the ice was making his eyes cross. He wouldn't have thought ice on his junk would give him an ice-cream headache but it did. The melting water running down the crack of his ass tickled. And the less said about the painful, numbing, burning sensation of his cock and balls, the better.

Once again, the man let the woman have her way.

Suppressing more complaints, Jared devoured his wife's treasure pit.

Stacy laughed and squealed as she jigged her groin around on her husband's face. She kept her hands firmly on the ice bucket. It became harder to do so as her orgasm drew nearer. Jared had progressed to vigorously sucking on her clit while two of his fingers danced a samba in her sweltering hole.

Huffing and howling, the fuck bunny came. Her trickling nectar washed through Jared's mouth and filled his head with mindless passion.

The moment Stacy moved to dismount, Jared moved like lightning. He up-ended the ice bucket and freed his straining cock. Most of the ice scattered across the middle of the bed. Jared hooked an arm across Stacy's stomach and heaved her onto her back in the middle of the glittering ice. Her screams were broken by laughter. The ice was slick and wet and burningly cold. Goose bumps rose all across her body. The pebbling across her breasts was an awe-inspiring sight.

Jared positioned himself between her legs and raised them high. His chilled but burning cock hovered above her sex. "Put it in me now, Jared. Please, fuck me and fill me with your hot jizz."

But Jared delayed a moment. Scooping up some loose ice, he pressed handfuls to her tits. Stacy hissed and squirmed. "Oh fuck, it feels like my tits are going to explode!" she cried.

With both hands, she pulled her cunt open for him. He looked down in the pink and shadow of her sex and it opened and closed uncontrollably in her excitement. "It's unbelievable what the ice is doing to me. Fuck me Jared. I'm going to cum like a fucking H-bomb. Just pound me like a whore!"

Jared rammed his length into his wife. When his groin impacted hers, the force drove her half a foot across the bed. Stacy shrieked. The noose-like constrictions he felt in her core told him she had climaxed instantly.

Jared pounded into his wife for five minutes, running his ice-filled hands across her body. He was able to pinch her hard pink nipples between some of the cubes, making her shudder even harder. Stacy Lancaster seemed to be trapped in a continuous orgasm and she obviously didn't want to escape its earth-shattering clutches.

Jared roared, his long-denied climax exploding upon him with little warning. Despite the reverberations rampaging through her own body, Stacy felt his flood of hot semen fill her. Her legs locked around his ass and she ground herself against his body as his canon pumped load after load of nirvana into her core. It felt like heaven and hell warring in her cunt.

Finally, the river began to ebb, leaving Jared gasping for air. He withdrew his softening member from his wife's vice-lick pussy with a mix of relief and regret and fell into the bed next to her. She lay next to him and stroked her beaver in loving little motions, murmuring to it in a language of her own making.

Chunks of ice were sliding off her body. What lay beneath her had all melted, leaving her back numb and the bed soaking wet.

After several minutes, Jared pulled at Stacy's leg to turn her. He became mesmerized by the view of his masturbating wife. Her feet were planted on the bed and she kept her hips slightly elevated. They were in constant movement, bobbing and twisting in little jumps. One hand was running up and down her slit, delving from time to time into her soupy hole while the other rubbed in circles against her little hidden pearl.

She was still horny beyond belief. He really hadn't expected anything else from his amazing wife.

"I need you to get hard again" she said in a distant voice. He didn't answer. He knew he had another round or two in him but certainly not immediately. After another minute or so she said "Get me a glass from the bathroom. Empty."

Curious, Jared did as he was told. He handed her the glass. She took it in one hand and placed the other against her gash and she got to her knees. Hunching over, she placed the mouth of the glass under her twat. Jared saw her abdomen hunch again and she parted her pussy lips. Slowly in drops and globs a mixture of fluids dribbled out of her body and into the tumbler.

She twisted and turned and jiggled, trying to drain herself. Her fingers delved deeply into her box to coax everything she could out of her body.

After a time there was a half-inch of pearly essence in the bottom of the cup.

"Lay down" she said. When he had, she settled into position between his thighs. Lying on her stomach, she sucked his soft cock into her mouth. She bathed it with her tongue and applied suction. She did this for several minutes with little effect.

She sat up and looked her husband in the eye. "I'm going to make you hard." She promised in a lust-distorted voice. She posed for him, thrusting out her tits and biting her lip suggestively. She dipped her fingers into the cup of cum and drizzled some across her chest. Then she licked the remainder off her hand slowly and with relish, making small sounds of pleasure in the back of her throat. Then she dipped into the glass and dribbled more across her chest. She drew lines and circles across her breasts and around her swollen nipples, from time to time shivering with arousal. She paused to lick at the nectar again. Then she took a large gob of the gooey stuff, leaned back and let it drip across her beaver, the pale fluid showing starkly against her dark pelt. She rubbed her hand around her mound, her hips rocking as she did.

She moaned. "I want more babe." She said. "Do you see how horny I am?"

Taking the glass in hand, she moved across his body. She smiled at him seductively and carefully poured a bare trickle of the fluid from his navel up to his chest. Setting the cup aside carefully, she bent and began licking the cum off his body.

Jared's cock ached. It had yet to swell much but there was definite activity in the region.

After licking every drop of their mutual expulsion from his body, Stacy sipped from the dwindling supply in the glass. She brought her face to his and pressed her lips against her lover's. His mouth was filled with the ambrosia of their passion and her gently questing tongue.

Stacy kissed her husband long and deep, the flavor of their sex lingering on and on. Her steaming gash was pressed against his hip and she rocked herself up and down against him. Blindly her hand dipped into the glass again and then engulfed Jared's soft organ, spreading the goop all over his groin. She groped his cock and balls, coaxing them to new life.

She broke their kiss and rose again. She straddled his chest, her fur mount and the glistening pink folds within poised above his chin. She poured the last of their cream into the subtle valley between her breasts. The fluid had cooled a good deal and it tickled as it ran down between her breasts and across her stomach. Subtle contours of her abdomen diverted it around her navel. As it insinuated itself into her bush, she pressed her sex to Jared's mouth saying, "Drink our love darling. Taste what we have created. We will make more. For as long as we live we will always share this sacrament."

Glistening drops of passion collected at the peak of Stacy's clitoral hood and Jared lapped them up.

His cock was hard. Not really up to maximum fullness to be sure but rigid enough for penetration. He guided Stacy onto her back. From her steaming fur pie he made his way upward, licking along the trail left by the flowing sex-juice. Stacy hands bunched up wads of soggy bedspread as she resisted the urge to shout at him to hurry.

He dawdled over her heaving breasts for several long minutes and let his fingers browse though the folds of her sex. Stacy's eyes were bight and hard with need, her nostrils flaring with each breath.

Smiling at her, he slowly shifted himself into position above his wife and let the still-soft head of his cock probe into her slit. Her legs squirmed and rose high. He teased her for just a few seconds more and then slid slowly into her.

They made love. A gentle thing of slow strokes and long pauses. For many long minutes Stacy was content to let her body sit at the burning edge of climax while her loving husband stoked the fires of her being.

When she climaxed it came as an endless wash of warmth across her entire body.

They rolled around on the bed, each taking a turn on top as well as sharing their bodies with one another on their sides. Their limbs entwined and roved across every millimeter of exposed skin. Time lost meaning as they celebrated their love.

Stacy's body became Jared's world. Every atom of his being strove to give her pleasure. Every climax she achieved was his reward and the quite sounds of her urgent need his motivation.

Stacy's consciousness dwindled to smoldering spark of raw sexuality. Every inch of her skin was sensitized to her lover's touch. Her mind was so soaked with the hormones of lust that every sensation became ecstasy.

Her boiling core embraced her husband's proud warrior and worshiped it and celebrated its power.

All things have an end. Paradise cannot last forever. Though his bride's hot ardor inspired Jared to great feats of manhood it must also be his ultimate undoing. With swiftly growing urgency giving his actions more and more force, Jared Lancaster drove his woman to a final climax and then followed her into that cauldron of passion. He shouted out his love for her as he filled her with the stuff of life.

They remained in one another's embrace until sleep took them at some unknown hour of the night.