Her husband had enjoyed those episodes as much as she had, although he never came until getting is cock into her. Then he would fuck her with a brutal wildness that left her breathless and exhausted, radiant with rapture.

The first time she wok her husband's cock into her mouth had sent shock waves through her slender body. She had been resting her head on his stomach as he played with his cock and balls. They had been married only a few days at the time. She had examined his big cock closely, fascinated by it.

Something had urged her head downward to his cock. There had been no specific thought that she could remember. Her husband had not asked her, nor had she told him what she was going to do. Julie had simply kissed the rounded head of his cock. A gasp had ripped from her throat, and before either of them knew it, she had her mouth wrapped about his cock and was trying to swallow the huge cockhead. When she had first lowered her mouth on her husband's cock, her cunt had started contractions that were tighter, hotter, wetter than any other.

She had come time and again without rest, sucking at his big cock with a starving eagerness that surprised and delighted them both. Her husband had spurted his come juice into her mouth without warning because it happened so quickly. The thick and creamy come juice sprayed the back of her throat, then burned don into her stomach. Her eyes, which had been closed because of her joy, had popped wide as her body stiffened out, her cunt convulsing with such strength she could hardly bear it.

Thereafter, she sucked his cock as much and as often as she could. She was hungry for his prick, thirsty for his come juice. It drove her wild with desire when she had her lips gripping his prick, and she always began coming immediately, with her final orgasm the best of all.

"Some women are born cock-suckers," her husband had told her. "Some women would rather suck cock than fuck it. You're probably one of them, Julie."