Being a huge fan of the late, great American artist Bill Ward and his gorgeous girlie art, I decided to pay homage to him by interpreting a few of his suggestive cartoons onto paper.
Therefore, the following filth below is what I'd like to imagine occurred before the punchline of the cartoon. For best results, please don't skip to the end!
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Lying flat on the duvet covered bed, resting on his elbows, the gentleman feasted his eyes upon the smooth, twin globes of Mrs. Wilson's ass as she teased his rigid erection by slowly gliding her wet pussy lips along its length. His cock aching to penetrate her, he nevertheless waited patiently, her pussy leaving a slick trail of cunt-honey along his throbbing erection.
"Goddamn, Agatha," he sighed, his hands reaching along her black stocking legs each side of him, across to cup her naked ass. She then rested upon his open palms, ensnaring his cock in the process. Her velvety-wet pussy lips seemingly sucked his pulsating shaft as it oozed her excitement over and onto him, golden, glistening juice spilling over the sides of his cock. Freeing his hands, he roamed them over her curvaceous body, across her black and pink bra which she still wore, her gorgeous breasts jutting over the frilly rims. She wore her hair up, ringlets dangling free around her face as she moaned and groaned like the horny slut he knew she was.
"Scoot down," he told her, beckoning her towards him with a nod of his head. Agatha peered over her shoulders at her gentleman caller, her tongue licking lips thick with rouge-colored lipstick. "You gonna lick my pussy while I suck your big cock?" she asked him, sluttishly.
"That's what I have in mind," he smiled, he mindful of the lethal heels she wore as she edged back towards him. Taking hold of her hips, he could smell her sweet pussy as it drew closer, she dripping warm honey onto his naked chest. No sooner that her neatly shaved puss was in view did he reach for it, striking out at her wet slit with his tongue, driving it as far into her honey-pot as possible. He felt her shudder with pleasure before he felt her grip his erection. As he tongue-fucked her cunt his toes curled once he felt her mouth swallow him, she taking him between her lips as she sucked him deep into her throat. Though he couldn't see her do it, the sensation of her tongue and lips working on his prick were enough to make him moan loudly into her pussy.
"Nggggh ..." he grunted, smacking his lips against her slick, silky-wet lips, she squirming on top of him, pushing down on his mouth, fucking her cunt with his tongue as it wriggled within her like a tiny, mischievous snake.
"Mmmm, mmmm ..!" Agatha groaned, humming on his erection as if it were a fleshy wind instrument. He felt her moan through a mouthful of cock, felt her pussy spasm before spraying his face with a generous shower of orgasmic honey. Gripping her buttocks he held her quivering body in place as he greedily lapped her climax, savoring her warm, rich nectar.
Spitting his cock from her mouth, Agatha cupped Mr. Johnson's balls, kneading them carefully. She ran her tongue across his circumcised knob, squeezing his rigid flesh between her fingers. Smacking the tip of his erection off her out-stretched tongue Agatha then sucked him deep into her mouth, slurping on his delicious man-meat which she longed to have within her.
Trailing his tongue between her velvety lips Mr. Johnson reached up to strike at Agatha's pert asshole, parting her buttocks with his fingers before licking her brown rose. She gasped in his grip, pushing her hips back to him, wanting to sit on the fucker's face. Spurned on by his lewd boldness she hurried her cock-sucking pace, bobbing her head up-and-down upon his steel flesh pole, the top of his bulbous knob prodding the back of her throat. She gagged several times but carried on regardless, as if determined to swallow every throbbing inch of him.
His tongue worked its way around her anus, her dripping pussy soaking his trimmed goatee as it tickled and brushed her gaping labia. He would have continued stabbing her asshole with his tongue had he not felt Agatha deep-throat him, her mouth bursting with his erection, her cheeks bloated, her throat stuffed. She made gagging noises as she literally choked upon his prick, her upper lip stretching to kiss his ball sac, her chin seemingly mowing his glistening pubic hair.
"Oh, fuck!" he groaned, pushing her ass up off him, he now concentrating solely on he oral administrations. Ye Gods, what that woman could do with her mouth! Slowly, he felt her release his erection, she popping him from her mouth, his cock feeling the chill once free of her hot, wet mouth.
