Mike slowly leaned forward and rubbed the tip of his sticky prickshaft against her parted lips. Then, when he felt the warmth of her tongue, he lowered herself all the way down. The entire slab of his cock pressed between her lips, then lay embedded in her throat. The hairs of his cock engulfed her nose, and his balls hung over her chin.

"Wow, you can take all my prick!" Mike gasped. "But, hell, I should have figured that. I'll bet Dad has reamed out your throat every night for the past two years."

What he suggested wasn't quite true. Although Stan was a very sexual person, he preferred plain fucking, with hardly any variation or experimentation.

Wanda would have done most anything he asked, but he just never got around to it. At times, she did miss sucking cock, or just playing around, but her first obligation was to please her husband, she felt.

In spite of her disgust with what was happening, she felt tremor of excitement in her pussy. She tried blocking out sensations, but it soon became a losing battle. Again she was horrified to think she might climax during this insanity.

But his hard prick tasted so good!

It was coated with a thick residue of warm cum and perfumed with her cunt juices. And as his massive cockhead pulsated between her tonsils, her throat soon began throbbing just like her cunt. She found her lips closing tightly around the hairy root of his prickshaft.

"That's the way, cocksucker," Mike said, a triumphant smile on his face. "Eat my cock real good, and I'll give you some hot cum to suck down."

While he began bobbing his tight, hairy ass up and down, Wanda felt his cock slide more quickly in and out of her mouth. And with each fuck-stroke, the pleasure inside her body became more electric. She'd never fucked in this position with Stan, and it fascinated her. He was fucking his cock in as if her mouth were a pussy. And the crazy thing was, her throat was tingling just like her cunt was!