Our Long Awaited Reunion
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Ever so slowly, inch by inch, the Mrs. began exposing our guest’s well-primed phallus back into the warm light of our master bedroom. Appropriate, because for the moment, she was the undisputed master of the cock being extruded from her ruby red lips.
Instead of driving our guest even closer to his breaking point by ceremoniously lingering on his unsheathed tip, she simply released his manhood back into the wild, leaving his slick, unspent cock ticking feverishly as his thickly-veined shaft slowly began to dry in the night air. Behind me, an audible sigh escaped from his lungs knowing that he no longer had to strain against the siren song of natural impulse.
My cock, still bound to his by the leather leash, wept copiously as my wife instructed me to release my end and present it to her. Relinquishing control over our guest was somewhat difficult, but I had to admit that my straining tool was glad to breathe freely again.
Carefully unwrapping my package, I handed the lead over to her, and she promptly released the tension, allowing the gentleman’s bent tusk to spring forward, slamming against his abdomen with a loud SLAP. Still hard and angry, it throbbed between his legs once again at its natural angle of excitement.
“Would David like a reward for helping me conquer Goliath,” my wife asked coyly, carefully unwrapping the lead from around Sarge’s swollen genitals until it was only anchored by the metal clasp at the back of the ball stretcher.
“If it’s what I think it is, I’ll take two,” I replied, stepping forward a bit, still straddling our visitor’s hips, as she rose up into a full kneeling position.
The Mrs. looked over my familiar phallus staring her directly in the face. And though clearly not as impressive as the one she had just enjoyed, her expression of longing was not diminished in the least. Without using her hands, she leaned in and began licking the underside shaft slowly and seductively, giving me a pair of eyes every now and then.
Moving downward, she soon buried her face in my smooth scrotum and selected one of my testicles to visit the warm foyer of her mouth. My hands instinctively went to her head and held her as she suckled my sensitive node.
“Thatta girl, ... fire those boys up again,” I cooed, as she switched to the neighboring twin. “Yeeeesssss, darling ... Just like that.”
Moments passed before she finally backed off and released my electrified testicle with a loud, wet POP.
“Maybe I should provide our fallen foe the same courtesy,” she purred, looking down at Sarge’s corseted scrotum while using the leash to tilt his large, exposed balls up for our mutual inspection.
“I think he’d appreciate that,” I concurred, watching her pull bound sack backward between his spread legs.
“Just look at these smooth plumbs,” she sighed, bending over and bringing her nose to them ... letting her closed mouth cover every inch of its exposed skin, breathing in the musk of his sperm-laden testicles. Allowing her desire to get the best of her, she held him tight and began licking his captured flesh with the broad blade of her tongue.
The vocalizations by our guest indicated that her attention to his sensitive velvety sack was much appreciated. And when she was able to coerce one of his balls completely into her mouth, his legs once again began trembling with anticipation of release.
Watching her suckle his nads as she had just done mine, I took my cock to hand to keep it warm and energized. “How do those big balls taste, my sweet,” I eventually inquired, curious if she noticed a difference.
Coming off him, she informed me that he did indeed have a different scent and taste, being careful to add that it was equally as pleasing as mine. “I could feel his balls undulating ... so eager to release their contents,” she confessed.
She leaned in close once again, nuzzling his heavy testicles, marking them clearly with the scent of her nose and cheeks. “I think it’s time,” she finally announced staring up longingly at me.
“Then I think you know what to do,” I replied.
Standing up in front of me, our mouths collided and I instinctively grabbed her left tit, fondling it roughly as our tongues played. She, in turn, cupped my rekindled balls, and had her way with them. It was a delicious kiss, made more taboo by the fact that the remnants of Sarge’s precum juices were still quite evident in her mouth.
Finally pulling away, she relinquished control of the leather strap and strode haughtily to where our guest’s head lay resting on the carpet. In a flash, she was kneeling spread-legged on all fours above it facing away from him. Her beautiful breasts hung beneath her as she assumed the position ... her pussy open and inviting directly above his head.
I moved from straddling his upturned ass and turned toward her, admiring her in virtually the same submissive position with the leash firmly in my grip. Giving his bound testicles a little tug, I encouraged him to rise up on all fours and acknowledge the beauty before him.
“That’s it ... take a good long look at that succulent peach just waiting for your attention,” I growled, reaching down to stroke his sandy-colored buzz cut. Letting my hand drift down his neck and shoulders, I felt the muscles taut and ready beneath his smooth skin, and as he remained motionless with his nose mere inches from my wife’s parted, salivating snatch, I continued to stroke his broad back, his trim waist, and finally, his firm, round haunches ... giving them nice sharp slaps to test their readiness for what lie ahead.
Peering underneath his torso, his thick uncut stinger pointed forward, ticking and flaring, dripping a copious amount of virile venom to the floor.
I brought my hand back up to his head, and palmed it firmly, guided it forward ... watching his mouth eventually make contact with the wife’s Holy Trough, drawing a squeal from her unoccupied lips. To my great surprise, he did not devour it as i had anticipated, but instead, simply remained still ... breathing in the scent of her upturned ass.
I smiled. “Such a well-trained guest,” I whispered, as I stroked his head and the Mrs. began rolling her hips ... painting his unopened mouth and chin with her nectar. Hearing the muted but erotic clicks of wet flesh friction, I soaked in the scene and tended to my own dripping cock a bit.
Finally, with a firm bark, I broke the silence of the room: “FEED!”
With that, the gentleman instantly became the aggressor, violently tonguing, slurping, and lapping at the well-prepared meal that lay before him.
My wife, overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught, collapsed forward onto her folded arms as our guest ravaged her exposed gash. I held my hand planted firmly atop his head, guiding him into her folds, as the sounds of his voracious feeding filled the room.
During his ministrations, I periodically tugged on the leash, drawing his corseted sack up between the crack of his ass, reminding him that his scrotum and their contents were mine to command. This did not seem to affect him in the least, as he shook his head from side to side and continued his exploration of his mistress’s heavenly cunt.
It didn’t take long before his buried snout was drawing deep shivers from my wife’s black-stockinged legs, and her flushed face could no longer hide the effects of the raging orgasm he had ignited.
With a primal scream and the curling of her toes, her torso quivered and bucked as if struck by an electric shock.
At that moment ... the very pinnacle of her bitch-in-heat convulsions on his tongue ... I knew the time was right for Sarge to be fully unleashed.
“MOUNT!” I barked.
And in the blink of an eye, the gentleman literally hopped to his feet from his kneeling position, collected her ass hungrily in his hands, and dove cock-first into her upturned cunt with a single savage stroke, buying his sheathed head deep into the holy recesses of her feminine core, as the contractions from his oral ministrations were still wracking her writhing form.
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