"You know, Lisa, I thought that was your problem, and I'm glad to hear I was right." Larry squirmed his ass over Lisa's springy tits and waved his cock back and forth, dragging the cum-filled rubber over her chin. "It would be a shame if we had to get a divorce. No parties, no high society, and you back working in that roach-trap greasy spoon. But since you love me so much, I'm sure you'll try as hard as you can to learn to love sex."

"I'll do anything for you!" Lisa cried. She was afraid of the maniacal look she saw in Larry's handsome face, but she was even more frightened of the thought of losing all she had gained by marrying him. "I love you so much! But please go slow, Larry. Please be gentle."

"I love seeing you crying," Larry said. He edged up a little and laid the bulging rubber on Lisa's pouting lips. "No, Lisa, I don't think it would help at all to go slow and gentle. I think that your problem demands that we go fast and hard. Don't you think I'm right?"

Lisa waited for a long time before she nodded her head. Her stomach churned at the feel of the jism-loaded rubber on her lips, at the smell of cunt and cock that filled her nose.

"Good," Larry said with a smile. He peeled the rubber off his still-hard cock and laid the jism-filled balloon back down on Lisa's lips. "The first thing you need to do is learn to love cum. I've had a hundred women tell me mine tastes especially sweet. Kiss the rubber, Lisa. Kiss it good-bye, because this is the last of these fuckers you're going to be seeing."