Free One Taste by Allison Hobbs

forgo cunnilingus. He quickly unzipped his pants and released his penis. Seeing his member fully erect was such a beautiful sight, he couldn’t help but admire it.
    “Come on, Mr. Wheeler, whatchu waiting for?” Onika shouted impatiently.
    Instantly, his dick went soft in his hand. Not wanting to incur Onika’s ire if he dawdled trying to get his dick back up, he resignedly positioned his head between her legs and began to gently lick her labia. If he worked slowly, perhaps the hard-on would return.
    Onika squirmed away. “Whatchu doin’? The way you licking my coochie feels nasty and creepy as shit. Stop playing around, Mr. Wheeler. Eat my pussy like you got some damn sense,” she shouted and then banged her kneecaps hard against the sides of his head. His eardrums rang from the sudden blow.
    Her abuse had escalated from verbal to physical, but Matt accepted it as just punishment. A young girl deserved a man whocould lay heavy pipe, not an impotent, practically middle-aged loser.
    Determinedly, he stiffened his tongue and probed long and hard, until he felt the heat from her pussy warming his tongue. As spasms jerked her body, he separated her labia and slipped his limp penis into the gooey warmth. It would have been thrilling to be able to drive his dick inside deeply, but it was too soft to achieve proper penetration.
    Rubbing the head of his dick into her creamy cum, he became surprisingly rigid. The time had come to fuck Onika’s brains out. Elated, Matt attempted to penetrate. But he was so excited he quickly climaxed, too quickly to experience any pleasure from the experience. He was so disappointed, he punched the back of the driver’s seat.
    “Goddamn. You ain’t gotta take out your frustration on the car seat.” Onika glared at him, then reached her lanky body over the passenger seat to grab the box of tissues that Matt kept in the glove compartment.
    “I let you bust a nut but you still gotta act like a damn asshole,” she mumbled as she used a wad of tissues to wipe between her legs.
    He couldn’t blame Onika for her complete loss of respect for him. He wasn’t handling his business right. If he could maintain an erection and give her the hard dick a man was supposed to provide, certainly he’d regain the respect she once had for him. Until then, he’d have to accept that he deserved her contempt.
    His wife’s suggestion that he think about getting a prescription for Viagra was starting to sound appealing.

CHAPTER 10
    W hile her husband had decided to pass up his day off to labor at his cleaning business, Regina had spent an entire Saturday relaxing in bed, indulging her sensuality. Private sessions with her new sex toy had become more than just a pastime. Each time Regina eased the vibrating penile object into her hot spot, she became more attached, more dependent on the mechanical device.
    The need to relieve her sexual tension was bordering on obsession. A magnificent obsession! Oddly, she now considered her husband a great humanitarian—a living saint. By leaving the house to work on his day off, Matt had inadvertently provided her with extended time and privacy to discover her G-spot. And after that great discovery, she was certain her life would never be quite the same.
    Brushing back damp ringlets, the result of intense and repeated orgasms, Regina traipsed down the basement stairs and carefully concealed the object of her obsession. She gave the vibrator one last look before nestling it amid her secret stash. Hopefully her horniness had been satiated for the day, and she’d have the willpower to get through the preparation of her husband’s dinner without interruption.
    But it was only wishful thinking. Five minutes into chopping vegetables and boiling water for pasta, she felt the beginnings of a gentle stirring between her legs. She tried her best to ignore it, but the mild arousal began building again until it became incessant hot pangs, insisting she stop everything. Entranced,