"I want to try something new," said Susan. She looked at her watch. "And we haven't got much time, either. Jack will be back at four." She slid out of her tight white levis.
"Mmmm," sighed Charley McGuire, Susan's lover. He watched her smooth legs shimmer and slide open. She sat on the edge of the bed. "You know," he said, "you must have the nicest legs in Palms." He sat next to her and ran his hand along her near thigh. The skin was smooth, fresh.
"Come on," she said, taking his hand. She slid his fingers into her panties. "We have to hurry."
She placed his hand next to her damp bush. Her legs slid apart and her knees went up. She lay back with Charley's hand in her crotch, his finger in her bush. "This is new?"
"Pull off my panties," she ordered up to him.
He used both hands to pull her panties down around her ample thighs, below her knees and off one foot and then the other. She was naked from the waist down. "You're leaking," said Charley, eye balling a rivulet of clit juice. "It's pretty." Like a tear drop, a line of ease fluid ran down the inside of one soft thigh.
"I want you to lick it," said Susan. "Lick it and rub me with your tongue." Her face was feverish, flushed and heated already.
Charley knelt between her legs. His long tongue lapped up the line of natural lubricant. Then he applied his tongue to Susan's luscious bush. It was wet and bristly, the pubic hair was fresh and damp. "Oooooh," he gasped, pleased with her scent. "This is going to be just right"
Susan took a deep breath. Charley's hands toured her belly while his tongue did a preliminary reconnaissance mission in her twat. He found the channel wet, hot and narrow. The clit meat was fully erect, protruding in anticipation.
His hands followed the natural contour of her trim hips and rising breasts. Naturally, Susan's nipples were landmarks for his blind search. He landed, tweaking and content, with thumb and forefinger sliding around the flesh button on her left tit. The breast pedestal below, covered with chill and goose bumps, was a large firm foundation for a brown dome and pink nipple.
"Ahhh," hummed Susan. "That's the best yet." Her hips wobbled left and right, then left again. Her knees rode up high and her feet came down on Charley's back. She rubbed the vertebrae and ribs beneath with her toes and heels.
Charley kept himself busy eating her cunt His tongue flicked her clitoris and started the pussy gushing. Juice flowed plentifully down his chin and between her soft legs. "God," he commented objectively, "you really are spraying it out today."
His fingers were doing a good job on her titties, but he hungered for a fresh suck of those fine nipples. Giving up the twat canal for the time being, he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the sleeves off of her arms. He worked his way up her smooth belly, slowly but surely kissing and licking her torso. He landed, on target with Susan's left firm nipple between his lips. He rubbed softly with the broadside of his tongue.
"Oh, God," she moaned. "That's it Charley. That oral suck on my breast is what does it for me!"
"Mmmm," cooed Charley. Susan's nipple floated between his tender lips. He rolled the silver-dollar cap and breast tip with his tongue. He licked one huge mound and then kissed and sucked up the nipple on top. After that, he concentrated on the other tit "Your boobs are everything," he sighed. "Everything." Then he returned to suck the second nipple.
"Mmmm," sighed Susan. She rolled her hips beneath his crotch. His cock slid along nicely between the lips of her vagina. Just after his mushroom head was fully wet with ease juice, she slid down under his body, her tits dragging along on his chest and belly and groin, and landed her face alongside his prick and balls. "There we are," she said, her head between his legs. "Just the cock and nuts I was looking for."
"Yes," said Charley. "Go right to it!"
Susan slid her hands along Charley's ass cheek sides, then up along the sides of his trim body. But her mouth was working at getting his dick down her throat. She lipped the head of his meat and sucked on the rim. Slowly but surely, Charley rose to his hands and knees and his cock drooped down in Susan's face. She hugged the rim of the heart-shaped cock head with her clamping wet lips. The heated cylinder-her oral cavity-was a perfect conductor for Charley's electric cock.
"Ooooohh, ahhhh, uuuugh," he grunted. He shoved his cock, pressed it down into Susan's face. She sucked hard and fast, licked the shaft and then the base of the fat meat. She had no trouble at all filling her face with the delicious turn on pecker. Charley jammed all of it down her oral tube.
"Aaaawwkkk," she gagged. "It's too much!" She spit the meat out of her face. Her lips were squashing just the head of the big tool. "Mmm," she sighed. "That's much better." Her lips worked on the head of the meat. The spongy prick cap rubbed along her thick, succulent tongue, while the lips themselves formed a kind of suction chamber in which the dick could easily slide around.
"Ahhh," gasped Charley. "That's so nice!" His balls were excited and stimulated by Susan's mouthwatering ability to jerk his meat off with her face. "You know," he said, "you give terrific blow jobs, Susan! The best!" He plowed down into her willing face.
"Mmmm," she hummed, happy to have more hot prick filling her throat. She used her hands to play lightly with his ass cheeks. She fondled the bunghole, rubbed her palms against the balls of his ass, then jabbed him lightly with one finger.
Charley's ass dropped down on her, his cock leading the way. He jack hammered his prick down her throat. She didn't have time to choke. Her mouth was chock full of prick meat.
"Oh, fuck!" she wailed, grabbing the dick by the base and flinging it out of her face. "That's too fucking much dick in my face! I couldn't breathe!"
"You fucked up my asshole," said Charley. "That's all. I wasn't trying to knife you with the thing."
"Whew," said Susan, catching her breath and licking Charley's meat. "It just scared me." She went back to covering his meat with her ribbon of tongue. She licked him up and down. Her tongue covered every square millimeter of cock. She licked the base round and round. When she covered the shaft with slippery saliva, it was as if she was painting a masterpiece and using her tongue as a brush.
"Oh, God!" moaned Charley. "That's really nice, Susan." She continued to lick and suck on the sides of his thick meat. The prick had turned hot and lusty, blue where the vein on the top of the shaft flooded with fresh blood, red in the tip, where the spongy mushroom head prepared for orgasm. "Fuck my dick!" he cried. "Rub with your tongue!"
She had her tongue splayed across the head of his meat. He reached down and took his own cock in his fist. He guided the meat across her open mouth, so that the tip of his dick rubbed between her lips and on the soft surface of her lovely mouth muscle. "Mmmm," she moaned. "I love the feel of that dick on me."
He waited for her to stop talking and stick her tongue out. When she did, again he pushed his meat down on her thick mouth muscle. This time the sensation travelling up his ramrod cock was too much for his nuts to handle. He exploded like a stick of TNT.
"Oh, God," he grunted. "Hold still." He rubbed his rod tip back and forth along the smooth surface of Susan's magic carpet mouth muscle tongue. The cherry organ took care of everything. His jism went squirting, sputtering and spurting and flying down her face, dripping down her esophagus while she swallowed and rocked her head in an effort to give him even more stimulation. "Shit!" he wailed, stuffing her face with the straining meat. He was still squirting when he let loose of the base and felt her lips take hold, clasping and gripping him on the bottom portion of his shaft, everything else buried and sucked up by her incubator type oral orifice. "Oh, Christ!" he wailed. "That's what I call a good mouth fuck!"
Susan pursed her lips around the hot slippery sword of meat. Her mouth formed a flesh holster for his cock gun, a sheath for his sword. "Mmmm," she hummed and swallowed. "That was a smashing orgasm, Charley!"
The flow of jism down Susan's neck and throat stimulated her hair-trigger passions. Her pussy gushed fluid and her hips rocked and rolled with excitement. "Give it to me, Charley," she begged. "I want more of you!" She licked and gnawed on the side of his thick cock meat. His prick was shiny and slippery with juice. She could smell the brackish fluid, most of which she'd already swallowed. "I want something of you!"
What she really wanted was for Charley to eat her. He worked his way around, clockwise, bringing his body into position. He wanted her to continue to suck his cock. Thus it took him a moment to line up his tongue with the bull's eye, her pussy. But once having located the right angle and Susan's clit, Charley went right to work.
"Oh fucking-!" cried Susan. "It's a good long tongue you have there, Charley! Good and long!"
Her legs parted and left the slit wide open. Her bush was entirely hit. Only juice gushed from that pussy. She was soaking wet and weaving her hips in a rolling pattern for his thick mouth muscle. "Give it to me," she demanded. "Rub my clit! Lick it up good, Charley. Come on!"
He obeyed. His tongue worked in the fashion of a painter's brush, sloshing into the bucket for juice, spreading it along the walls. Her clit flicked up with total commitment to orgiastic pleasure. The bigger and harder it became, the more excited and rhythmic were Susan's hip movements. Charley sucked and licked the little piece of bobbing slippery flesh. He made sure to roll it between his lips, to lick it with his tongue, and to nibble gently on it with his teeth.
"Oh, Christ All Mighty!" groaned Susan. She lifted her legs and wrapped her heated, feverish loins around Charley's ardent face. Her luscious vaginal lips appeared to kiss him back on the mouth. His tongue lapped her up and down, swabbed away at the firm clit prick. "Fuck me with your tongue!" she hollered. "Give it to me good!"
His own passion had grown somewhat un-wieldly. The precious pussy juice spraying his face and mouth dripped down his neck and between Susan's tender loins. He was nothing if not excited about the possibility of being blown again.
"Will you," he asked, "jerk me off with your mouth?"
"Of course," she hummed back agreeably. "Let me have this dick of yours." She searched around between his legs and located the stem of his thick meat. With one fist tied around the base of the cock, she directed his organ into her mouth. Her hot lips circled the sensitized mushroom head. Seconds later he was fully erect.
"God," he grunted into her gushing pussy, "this is the best sixty-nine ever!"
She swayed her legs, bent his face left and right while his tongue stayed immersed in her twat puddle. "Yeah," she gasped and panted, holding his-dick alongside her soft flushed cheek. The color of his dick and her face were about the same, a hot pink. Both were nearly totally orgasmic. "I'm gonna finish off pretty soon," she moaned. "It's gonna be nice." She licked his pecker back into her oral orifice. "Mmmmm."
"I'll say," grunted Charley, sliding his tongue up and down the slit of her pussy. "Where'd that little clit cock go?"
A moment later he found her clitoris and jammed it with his tongue. His mouth muscle sent Susan wailing again. She screeched with passion as his tongue licked her into a frenzy. Her clit slid back and forth, never rested, while Charley's tongue worked fervently to bring her into heavenly orgasm.
"Oh, shit!" she grumbled. "Here we go!"
Her legs bounced open. Her cunt was like a wedge of split, sliding flesh. His tongue couldn't find anything. He lay back, away from the spraying hole. The juice gushed outwards while her cunt flapped open and closed involuntarily. Her orgasm-was well underway.
"Incredible," he said, watching the dark canal open up and gush. "Amazing."
"Ahhhh, ooooh, oooouha," she said inarticulately. "Mmmmmm."
"Yes," said Charley. "Really."
A few moments later, before her husband arrived, Susan licked off Charley's dick. She made sure he was completely clean and ready to go again, but not just then. She kissed his hot nut nest, licked out his loins, picked off stray pubic hairs. "I promise you," she said, "that our next oral fuck fest will be even better."
Charley stroked her long blonde hair, squeezed one of her tender cherry nipples, and smiled. "I know you're right," he agreed.
There was a quick squeak at the front door. "You better go," she said.
Charley grabbed his clothes and hurried out the back of the house. He dressed in the dark and wondered when he would get to have that lovely mouth orifice wrapped around his cock again. He saw Susan's silhouette move toward the kitchen. She was nude. Her big pendular tits shook slightly as she spoke softly, sweetly, to her cuckolded husband. "How was your day, honey?" she asked. She reached her arms up around the man and kissed him on the lips.
Charley wondered why Susan's husband could not taste the fresh sperm at the back of his wife's mouth.
CHAPTER 2
As Charley stomped up the poorly lit stairs to his room at 14 Barder Street, he thought he heard someone behind him. But when he turned to look, there was no one there. He opened his door and went in to the one room apartment. He pulled the string hanging in the middle of the room and a dim yellow light filled the small space with a smoky glare.
A knock at the door cautioned him against thinking he was alone. "Who's there?" he asked, leaning against the door.
"It's me, Charley, Mrs. Dawsen."
Mrs. Dawsen was a widow, young and attractive, probably in her middle twenties. She had a kind of stiff, stocky build. No fat, but plenty of flesh to swing around in any direction she wished. Her tits were mammoth, her pussy, Charley hoped, would be the same. He opened the door.
"I'm sorry to bother you," she said looking around the once unfamiliar room, "but I felt lonely and a little depressed. Mind if I come in?"
"By all means," said Charley. He pointed to the empty chair and table at the center of the room, under the dim yellow bulb. She stepped forward.
Mrs. Dawsen wore a long skirt, floor length, as if this marked her basic hipness, or counterculture orientation. In fact, as Charley properly surmised when she sat down, she was just an ordinary hysterical horny broad. She thought she was special, and in her own way, she was.
"How have you been?" she asked! She leaned forward and gave Charley a good look down her low cut blouse. Her tits were the melon sort, tight nodules, compartments, of heavenly cream flesh. She had the complexion, on her tits, of evaporated canned milk. He loved the pink caps on the ends of the big breasts, and he fantasized sucking those tits all the way through orgasm.
"I been fine," he answered her simple question. "You know, though," he said, sitting down on his bed, the only other seat in the room, "I been wondering about you, Mrs. Dawsen. I been wondering, I should say more specifically, about you and I. You know what I mean?" Charley loved to play tough every now and then, even if in the end he couldn't bring it off.
"Well," blushed Mrs. Dawsen, "there's not much to wonder about, really, I think." She stood up and started to move around the table.
Charley knew that he was supposed to stop her. He was supposed to get up and grab her by the arm, take her down in his arms, make her swoon, kiss her on the lips and give her his frenching tongue. He would do it, too, just because Mrs. Dawsen wanted it that way. But he didn't want to go much more toward the sex with that role attached to his back.
"Mmm," he said, grabbing her by the arm, "listen to me." He leaned forward and kissed her, just the way he knew he was supposed to. "I want to tell you something, it's important." He pulled her down onto his lap on the bed. She leaned back and then up again, kissed him on the neck, didn't let him talk. She sucked on his ear and licked the side of his neck. She didn't need him to talk. She was only thinking about sticking his cock in her face and sucking. She wanted to eat his asshole out and fuck his dick with her tongue. She didn't care about talk or about him or about his crazy notions of love or the right thing to say. She didn't care about tomorrow, either. Now that he had given her the one compromise, she was willing to drop all the rest. She took his hand and ran it down into her loose halter top blouse.
"Oh, nice," moaned Charley. Mrs. Dawsen was kissing his neck and caressing his lap with her free hand. His own hand toured her chest, touched and squeezed her soft tits, and finally, he was able to get a good hold on one of those precious nipples. "Mmmm," he hummed. "It's so nice to get to know the neighbors," he said to himself.
"It's good," she moaned, "not to have to be alone."
"Yeah," said Charley, sympathetic and horny as all hell. "I know what you mean." He'd had Susan that day, but that was earlier, before Mrs. Dawsen started playing with his lap. "You know," he said, "I think we could get a lot more comfortable."
"Yes," said Mrs. Dawsen. "I think you're right about that." She brushed her long brown hair back behind her ears and started unbuckling Charley's belt. He helped her with the leather and metal. Pretty soon his dick popped out of his falling trousers-she took his levis and his underwear together-and he pressed his dick against her face which glowed when he did it. The mushroom prick head slid against the side of her face and she blushed to have such a nice piece of fresh meat floating along beside her. "Ahhhh," she gasped. "I've been waiting a long time for that."
"I wish," said Charley, "that you'd have told me that before. Not today, but maybe a week or two ago."
"Why?" She ran her hands up and down his heating, firming prick.
"Oh," he said. "No reason in particular. It just might have made things a bit easier." He slid his cock toward her open mouth. She continued in the direction she'd intended, toward the head of the prick. Her lips parted slowly, as though in slow motion, and he could see the dew like moisture lining the inside of her lovely oral cavity. His dick head slid easily along the bottom lip of her face. She sucked down hard and sucked him up into her face. "Mmmm," she cooed. "You know, I kind of wish I had come here a little earlier myself."
She used her hands to play with his nuts. She fondled the sack of balls and then rubbed his belly. She had a light touch, the kind of moves she made with her fingers Charley appreciated. She went smoothly along his belly, and played with his man's tits, too. He, for his part worked to get her blouse off, to get to her tits more easily. Soon he had her bare chested. All that remained was for him to remove the long skirt, the ankle length frock.
"Ahhh," she sighed. She was breathless with wonder. She didn't know how long it had been since she'd sucked on a man's dick, but she knew it had been long enough to be a significant period of time. She was happy, too, that now it would be with someone that she truly admired. She had a feeling that she was going to have, one of the nicest fucks ever. She let him go, then, when he began to move slowly with his hands up between her covered legs. Her thighs opened up for him and her pussy did, too. Her hairy vaginal lips were wet already, and even through the checkered long skirt she knew he would feel her wet pussy as a pulsing hot hole for sex. "Mmmmmm," she groaned. "Come and do it to me." She whispered in his ear and he slid his hands under her skirt.
Her long legs were warm and soft, tender. The knees were bony, but the thighs were smooth as the skin on an apple. She was hot, she could tell, and ready to go. Maybe she'd been ready to go when she walked into his room, or the day before, or even as far back as when he first met her. That's how hot she was just now, anyhow.
But, thought Charley, with a woman like this you could never tell. She might have been fucking the landlord that morning and maybe that was why her pussy was so slick and wet But he doubted that. He felt for sure that she was wet and hot and sticky because she wanted to eat and suck with him. He was almost sure of that. His finger fucking in her cunt turned her on even more.
"You know," he said, lifting her skirt up around her waist, "it's awfully hard to see what a woman looks like when she wears something like this. Of course, we can always see your lovely ankles, but that's just a hint you know?"
"Yes," she groaned. "I know." He was working his hands between her heated ample thighs. They were apart now, his hands and her legs, and her bush was wide open. He was surprised but not shocked to discover that she Wore no underwear. With a long skirt he thought why bother?
"Mmmm," she hummed, as Charley's finger worked down deep into her sweet liquid hole. It felt long and tubular, hairy on the outside, with a wide opening, but narrower going in, tighter, slippery and long, a lusting tight cylinder of flesh.
"Hot damn," moaned Charley. "I'm glad you were lonely tonight. It's gonna be good." His finger waved inside her pussy. He caught hold of her clit and rubbed it with the back of his knuckle.
"Oh, Jesus," she said. She reached around and pulled the cord that held her skirt on. She gave a quick tug and the thing unfolded all together.
It was easy now for Charley to work on her snatch. Mrs. Dawsen's succulent pussy was flying and wildly open. He could get his finger going any direction he wanted. The more he worked over her cunt, the more he wanted to eat her, to see his tongue flying into her hole.
"God damn," she moaned. She was heated. Her face flushed red and purple. She began sweating and she rocked her hips, rolled her sexualized pelvis under Charley's warm, friendly hand. He jammed into her, jabbed her cunt, sloshed around her hole with his finger. "Hot shit!" she cried, lifting her legs in his lap. He stroked her smooth thighs and landed his finger back inside for another good stroke to her liquid hole. He could feel the muscles squeezing open and closed around his slippery digit.
"Mmmm," she sighed. She was having a hard time catching her breath. She reached down between Charley's legs and came up with his cock in her fist. He was slippery and the head of his meat was wet, like a melting popsicle. She tugged on the rim of the prick head and jerked him off until he was fully erect, harder and stiffer than before. "Your meat," she mellowed and cooed, "is hard now."
"Yeah," he said, falling on his hands and knees in front of her. It looked like he might start praying inside her cunt.
He slid his hands along the tops of her thighs and landed his fingers in the joint between her upper legs and her hips. He kneaded the flesh and spread out the hot moist loins. The juice gushed out from her sex hole. "Here you go," he said, leaning his face into the breach. His tongue lollied about in the entrance to her cunt. The hairy lips parted open. He had plenty of room to move in, plenty of juice and mouth muscle and clit penis with which to work. His tongue went slopping and her pussy went firing off lots of gushing juices.
"Hot fucking damn!" moaned Mrs. Dawsen. "That's a tongue I can count on." She was beside herself with joy. Her eyes started watering and she lay back against tile wall beside the bed. Her feet were touching the cold wood floor under the bed, but her legs were wide apart with Charley's hungry face sandwiched between them. His tongue licked and his lips and mouth sucked at her clit meat. "Hot shit!" she grunted.
Mrs. Dawsen reached down and played with Charley's ear lobes. She fondled the side of his face while the rest of it pumped at her cunt organs. She had his tongue tasting and feasting on her pussy and there was no stopping him from getting her into orgasm. She was chilled from knee to tit, and nothing could keep her from coming.
"Oh, fuck," she sobbed, feeling his tongue work up into her canal and along her erect clit muscle. "This is too damn good. I don't know how I kept away from you for so long." She writhed upwards, spread her legs wide, and watched Charley concentrate on jabbing her pussy with his mouth muscle. "Mmmm," he groaned, locating her back wall, "there's a nice full cunt!"
He crawled up along her body. On the way he kissed her hips and her belly button. He licked up her titties, too. He finally landed one of the precious nipples into his mouth. His lips tugged on the goody. He had her rolling around between his lips.
"Oh," she pleaded, "stop that. It tickles. No, stop, please."
He didn't stop, but he did take turns with the titties. He moved to the other side, licked that nipple and that breast, then bounced back to the original target. When he'd had enough of her tits and her giggles, he went up to her mouth. He used his hand to pull her jaw all the way open-she'd intended, he thought, to give him part of a kiss-and with her mouth wide open this way he jammed her full of tongue meat. She clasped down with her thick wet lips and gave him all of her mouth muscle, too. She pressed her face against his and kissed him the way she'd wanted to since the day she saw him climbing the stairs up to his apartment. She kissed him long and hard and pretended that his tongue was a cock that she was sucking into erection and orgasm.
"Mmmm," she hummed when they ended that particular embrace, "you really know how to make a woman happy."
Charley smiled and then worked his body up higher on Mrs. Dawsen's. He had his cock running between her tits before she knew it. She was forced to lay down. And in that position he hovered above her, prepared, if he must, to sit on her face.
He didn't have to use force. Mrs. Dawsen reached her long milky arms and hands up to Charley's cock and guided him home to her tubular mouth. She sucked the head of his dick down into her face as if she were sucking on her mother's breast. She had no trouble at all adjusting her tongue to deal with his cock instead of his tongue, and she did so willingly. She liked his prick, liked its shape, the mushroom head, the two hot nuggets of egg flesh at the base that bounced against her chin. "Mmmm," she sighed, feeling the throbbing organ attack her throat. "It's good."
But the words were garbled. It didn't matter much to Charley what she said anyhow. All he wanted was the good fuck that it looked like was up and coming. He pounded his hard prick down into Mrs. Dawsen's nice face. She used her lips to insure the seal, the hot wet seal, around his fleshy dick. She rubbed her mouth up and down on his dick.
"Oh, God," she uttered at one point, holding his meat to the side of her soft cheek, "you know what I really want?"
"No, what?" asked Charley, really having no idea what the woman was about to say.
"What I really want," she said, rubbing Charley's dick into the soft lines and wrinkles of her neck, "is for you to eat me out while I suck on your dick. The good old husband and wife number sixty-nine."
"I'll go for it," bargained Charley, "if you give me a good old-fashioned, whore like reaming in my asshole." He stuck out his hand.
"It's a deal," said Mrs. Dawsen. She shook his hand and then placed it on her bush. "Finger me for a few strokes and then I'll ream you out." She sucked on his cock while he finger-fucked her cunt. Then she said that that was enough and that if he would be so kind as to get onto his hands and knees, she would oblige him with a first class oral fuck of his asshole.
Charley was happy to comply. He stood on his hands and knees, on all fours, and waved his ass so that Mrs. Dawsen would be sure to have a nice moving target. She placed one hand on each buttock and started to work softly on his buttocks. Her gentle touch and sloppy kisses went a long way to send him close to ecstasy and an early shooting. But he held off and waited for the fine mouth fuck that would follow.
That's not to say he didn't enjoy the lovely tongue fucking him up the ass. She worked slowly, cautiously around his sphincter muscle at first. But then she took up heat, got carried away with the idea of eating him out as he'd never had it before. She slopped her tongue into the breach, filled the iris muscle with her tip of tongue flesh, and finally, jammed as much of her mouth orifice muscle into the tight space as would fit.
Charley jumped forward, practically hit his head on the wall near the head of the bed, and then spread out his asshole for more. Her tongue was a special feel, a good new thrill for his bunghole, and he didn't want the opportunity to pass without getting a full canyon worth of tongue meat.
"Hot shit!" he grunted. "Keep it coming, Mrs. Dawsen," he pleaded. "Don't stop now," he would encourage her. She drilled him for a full ten minutes. While she did, she fondled his dick and his balls, too, and rubbed her hands up and down the hairy insides of his legs. His thighs were tight and muscular. It was, all in all, for both of them, a very good ass lick and ream out.
"It's time," said Mrs. Dawsen. She slapped Charley on the ass, playfully, and then slid down under him. Her pussy ended up directly under his mouth. She pushed up and her cunt landed on his chin. "It's time," she repeated, "for the best part of all. Eh?"
"Yes indeed," agreed Charley. "Here we go!"
She ran her tongue along the slick shaft of his big dick. He was wet and hot enough when she began and the new stimulation insured a proper orgasm. He would come soon, she knew, and she sucked lightly with that thought in mind. She used her tongue, as she knew some men, particularly her dead husband, enjoyed it in the following manner: she would lick up and down the shaft and then press, holding the meat with her fist, the head of the pecker into her extended muscle. In this fashion she could rub the head of the meat against her carpet of mouth muscle, the rug in her face.
"Hot shit," wailed Charley. "You know how to eat me just the way I like it!" He was excited by the face that was working away on his dick. He had fought for a long time to get young Susan to eat him that way, and now this lady, a relative stranger, was hard at it, sucking his cock in just the right way, with the right pressure and plenty of slippery saliva. "Oh, really," grunted Charley, "that's exactly right!"
"Mmmm," hummed Mrs. Dawsen, happy to be of service. It was, she presumed, a lucky day for her. Not only was she getting fucked, but she was getting an oral fuck, the kind that could make her come like no other. It had taken her years to discover the best way for her own orgasm. At first she hadn't wanted to admit what it was like to have a pleasurable time fucking, but now she knew that it was best to have a fuck in the right orifice; better even than fucking all day long with the wrong hole was one right fuck in the mouth. "Ahhhh," she sighed, rubbing Charley's dick against her lips and tongue, using his face to rub her cunt "That's just the way I like it"
"Good," said Charley. "We're going to be a happy couple in another few minutes. That's for sure, eh?"
"Yes, indeed," said Mrs. Dawsen. She plugged up her mouth with the flesh bone. The jamming cock landed at the back of her head. She sucked on it clamped her lips down in a smacking motion, and squeezed him for everything she could get The tough meat was spongy, soft and long and fat; Charley was getting his kicks from the sucking mouth. It was going to be a delicious mouth fuck for them both.
"Yum, yum, yum," he chomped down into Mrs. Dawsen's fresh meaty pussy. "You have just the right kind of hole," he said. "Let me get a better look." He tried to push her bottom section over to the light so that he could took into the squeezing wet tube. "Mmmm," he gasped and panted seeing how much juice there was, "incredible." The dark sex hole pumped open and closed like a colossal wet eyeball.
"Mmm," he grunted back. He slid his tongue down into the groove. She opened up and his mouth muscle wavered, hesitated and finally landed in just the right place: on top of the prickly clitoris meat. It was erect and ready for more stimulation.
"That's perfect!" exclaimed Mrs. Dawsen. "Keep that tongue waving! It's just right!"
Her cunt flopped upwards, open even more, gaping at Charley's willing tongue. "Ahhh," he snorted, taking a good whiff of the delightful cunt aroma. "This is gonna be it"
He slid his tongue down into the hole. Her pussy squeezed open with a slurping noise. It sounded like flesh crackling and rubbing, but with plenty of saliva and ease juice to make a smacking sound, too. He slid his tongue up against the demanding little piece of red button-like clit meat. The thing went flying off. Juice was spraying everywhere, and the tube itself appeared to collapse and reopen, and when it did, there was a geyser of fluid pouring out in a jet stream that gushed right into Charley's mouth and face. He was splattered in the same manner as if Mrs. Dawsen's cunt had sneezed. And sneezed again, and again, and again. She was coming all over the place, spreading her juice everywhere.
"Ha, ha, ha," she laughed. "Oh, boy! Just right! Goodee, goodee, goodee! Very nice! Very nice, indeed! Ha, ha, ha!"
"Well," said Charley, pulling his tongue muscle out of her pussy, "I'm glad one of us got to come."
"Oh, don't worry," said Mrs. Dawsen, humping her cunt up into his chin, "you'll get to shoot off, too. I'm almost finished." She rolled her sensitized pelvis and smiled and giggled a bit more. Then she relaxed. Her legs slowly slid closed, as did her mouth, on Charley's cock.
"Nice," he smiled. "Give it to me nice."
"Mmmm," she hummed, cooing to have his cock down her throat. "Mmmm."
Charley didn't worry about pumping or grinding too hard. All he had to do was give Mrs. Dawsen her head, and she would take care of the rest And that's what he did, after sucking her out She realized that she had all the freedom in the world to suck off the young man, and that he would give her as much of his meat as she wanted. She took it all, sucked it all into her face. Charley's prick disappeared behind Mrs. Dawsen's thick wet lips, into her hot incubator.
"Mmmm," he moaned, the same as her. "Really nice."
"Mmmm," she could only say. His cock filled up her face and prevented her from saying anything else. She used her hands, however, to stimulate his balls which pleasure Charley took to mean that the woman loved him. Her hands toured his ass, and this sign language, he knew, meant that she was hoping he was enjoying himself. He liked it when she slid her digit along his ass crease and sucked the head of his big cock, both at once.
"Ahhhhh," he sighed. "Any minute now."
Mrs. Dawsen knew that. She knew that Charley would come any second, in fact, because she could feel the tip of his meat pulsing, throbbing, thrusting in and out of her face. Much of the movement of the ramrod dick was involuntary and in no way connected with Charley's conscious thinking. The dick began to squirt in this manner, too.
"Oh, God!" moaned Charley. "There it is."
"Mmm," swallowed Mrs. Dawsen. She would have said "There it is" too, but it hardly seemed necessary. She merely started swallowing and didn't stop until about three or four minutes later. She breathed through her nose while Charley filled her oral cavity and her belly with hot pudding. He came like a stick of dynamite, spreading his stuff everywhere, explosive, firing off one spurt of come after another down the widow's throat, hollering as he went spraying, "Hot fucking God damn bitch! Feel that jism coming, eh?" Then he lobbed his prick down her throat another notch.
"Mmmm," she begged him to slow down, pushing on his nuts. But he couldn't really control himself. He was peaking, thrusting and jamming and jabbing. He had a nice hold on her buttocks and pressed his face into her pussy while he shot come down her neck. "Really," he mumbled into the soaking wet cunt tube, as though it were an underwater microphone, "the least you could do is hold on until I finish shooting off my wad!"
He jabbed one more time, down Mrs. Dawsen's mouth and into her esophagus went his mushroom head. "Ho, ho," he chortled into her pussy. "Ho, ho, ho!" He was laughing and pleased with himself.
She sucked out the last drop of his sperm juice. The stuff was sticky and soaked her neck, bathed it. "You know, this feels like I just took a salt-water gargle."
"Ha," laughed Charley, pulling his cock out of her face, "it feels to me like seventh heaven!"
"Yeah, really," said Mrs. Dawsen. "That was a mighty good fuck for my mouth and my pussy."
"By the way," asked Charley, "what's your first name?" He spread her legs open and licked her bush again. His tongue matched the length of her vaginal lips, wet it down good.
"My first name," said Mrs. Dawsen, "is Janet. My friends call me Jan though.''
"O.k.," said Charley. "I'll call you Jan." He slid his tongue along the inside of her crotch and prepared for what he knew was going to be a wonderful night of sucking and mouth fucking.
"Mmmm," moaned Mrs. Dawsen, Jan. She knew too.
CHAPTER 3
The next afternoon, when a knock came at Charley's door, Jan Dawsen and he were still in bed in the one room walk-up apartment.
"Who's there?" asked Charley. He stumbled to the door. "Who is it?"
The overhead light was still on. A bit of the afternoon filtered into the room through the dirty glass window. The empty wooden table rattled with the repetitious knock.
"Who's there?" asked Charley. "I ain't opening the door till you tell me who it is."
There was silence. Then, out of nowhere, came the familiar voice: "It's me, Susan."
"Susan?" Charley didn't know exactly what to do. Getting out of the room was impossible. There was only one entrance. And there in the bed was Jan, a few years Susan's elder, but nonetheless, an adequate cause for jealousy.
"Come on, dummy," she moaned. "I wanna come in before someone comes along."
"Yeah, sure," said Charley. He expected the worst. He opened the door. Susan leaned forward to talk with him. She didn't want to come it. "I've only got a minute," she said.
Charley stood in the way of the door. He realized that there might be a chance for his lover not to see his new friend, Mrs. Dawsen. "What's it all about?" asked Charley.
"My husband knows," said Susan. "Tonight, at eight. Meet me at the Sea Side Motel." She rushed off down the hallway.
"Wow!" muttered Charley, shutting the door with a sigh of obvious relief.
"What was all that about?" asked Jan.
"You'll never know how close you came from being thrown out a window," said Charley. He walked back, nude, to his bed.
"What?"
"Never mind, Jan," said Charley. He slid a hand under the sheet and up onto Jan's right breast. She was naked under the sheets and on her back. The nipple stood up, as if to meet Charley's roving fingers. "Mmmm," he mumbled. "Very nice."
"Yes," said Jan. "Very, very nice." She reached up her own hand and pressed Charley's fingers closer to her tit. "Mmm."
He let her use his hand to caress her body. She fondled her right tit, her left tit, the nipple there, and then her bush. There she slid her new boyfriend's finger up into the soft damp hole. "Ahhh," she sighed. "Good."
Charley took up where Jan left off. He fondled the wet forest of her pubic hair. He found his way down into the tunnel of love, hot wet juicing love. Inside Jan was slippery and milking his finger, his hand. He loved that grip of hers, that tight squeeze, like a hand shake, only on his finger or his tongue or his dick, whatever he chose to insert into the dark flesh space. "Ooooh," he cooed in anticipation of the fucking and sucking soon to be done. "Ahhhhhhh."
"Mmmmm," replied Jan. She smiled and brought his hand up and out of her cunt. She stuck his fingers, his index and middle digits, into her mouth. She sucked off her own juice from his bony fingers. "Nice." She smiled and took his hand and reapplied it to between her legs. There she used him this time to fuck around with her asshole. She pushed his fingers up between her firm buttocks and had him play with her rectum. When he started up again on his own, she let loose.
"Yeah, babe," he said, "I get the idea." He used his index finger to drill her shit canyon for a few long strokes. Then he started twirling. Her ass gyrated around in circles on his prodding, probing digit "You like that eh?"
"Ooooh, yes," she gasped. "More. More of that!"
"Sure, babe," he said. "Anything you want" He jabbed-his digit up high. She squealed and came down. Her cunt opened up, under the sheets, he could feel it, smell it.
Charley pulled back the white linen sheet. Sure enough, Jan's pussy was wide open, as wide open as her legs which were stretched frog style to the outside edges of the small bed. He reached in with his other hand and peeled back the lips of her vagina.
"Get ready, kid," he said both to Jan and to himself. "It's time for a little eat out action, eh?"
"Oh, Christ yes!" said Jan Dawsen. She was anxious to make up for a string of long lonely nights where it had been Only her finger in her cunt, and only her hot breath whispering and coming fast. Now, she said to herself, she had what she was looking for. She would not let it go easily.
Charley pried open her cunt He dropped his head down between the fabulous luscious thighs. His tongue worked fast to locate the nimble clit meat. When he had it between his lips, led there by the tip of his tongue, he nibbled and gnawed and chewed away. The small but mighty bit of meat responded actively. There was enough juice to flood out the room. It was slippery hot and wet in there, and he loved the feel of the nice soft insides rubbing against his chin and his face, clamping down on his tongue. "Good," he grunted. "Really good."
"Yeah," grunted Jan back at him. "It's the way it should be."
"You ever get it any different V asked Charley. He wondered if it was possible for a woman to have a bad eat out. "I mean did anyone ever eat you and you didn't enjoy it?"
She smiled and her eyes sparkled at him. Then she thought for a moment. Her head shook. "No, I can't say that I've ever been eaten and not enjoyed it," she said. "Not that I can recall." Then she slid her hands down on top of his head and ruffled his hair. In doing so she pushed his head down between her legs where he was forced, more or less, to use his tongue again, but not to talk.
He sloshed around on top of the clit meat. He had a good angle and it was easy to keep the little throbbing clitoris oozing away. "Hot damn!" moaned Jan Dawsen. "There you go, honey! You got my clit!"
"Do I get a medal?" asked Charley.
"What?" she asked. "I can't hear you?"
"It's made of metal," he said, sucking on the clit.
"I can't hear you when you talk into my pussy," she shouted down at him.
"I try not to mettle," he said, slurping at her cunt shell. The thing was wet and juicy and there was no telling how long she would gush for. She had that kind of hot pink or pale purple look that makes for a good orgasm. He liked the shape of this particular cunt, too. He had seen a slight slope in the tube earlier, a kind of upward and then downward bend, an "S" curve in the vertical plane. "Ho, ho," he smiled to himself, licking away at her succulent little pie. "This is going to be a nice juicy one!" Had his hands been free (They weren't; he was busy feeling up her titties.) he would have washed them together and then pulled open her cunt wide and pumped in. He liked it that much.
"Ahhh, ooooh, uuuuuh," she sobbed and moaned, taken away with the mounting ecstasy in her pelvic girdle. Her legs had life of their own, curling and squeezing and wrapping around Charley's face. "Mmmm," she hummed.
So did Charley hum. He smiled and gripped a good hold on the clit. Then he hummed and vibrated the clit into the final throes of orgastic pleasure. The little piece of meat moved like a banjo string, shook back and forth and sang with delight.
"Ahhhh," she cried, wailed, sang. "It's so fucking good to be coming!" She spread out her arms and gave him plenty of room to bounce. For she was getting ready to hurl her body upwards and to begin using the bed like a trampoline.
Charley grabbed on tight. He flung his face into the wet breach, buried his tongue in the galvanized tube, and prayed that her flailing hips and the gyrating commotion in her legs wouldn't toss him onto the floor like so much trash.
And she began to bounce. Oh, God did she bounce! Charley's head was spinning and rotating between the woman's hefty flesh thighs. His head was no longer attached to his body, but rather, was being sucked from him by the pussy in which he'd previously buried his tongue.
"Oh, God! Fuck! Shit!" screeched Jan Dawsen.
"Hey," said Charley, pleading with her. "Calm down a little."
"Fuck!"
She was oblivious to his intentions of keeping her quiet. He wanted not to disturb the neighbors, but it looked like no matter what he did, she was going to carry on and scream like a castrated tiger. She flipped him all the way off of her at one point, but he re-mounted, undaunted, and shoved his mouth muscle back up her pussy. If she wasn't quitting, he certainly couldn't. "Oh, Christ on a bicycle!" she wailed, pumping her legs around his face. "It's too damn good to believe!"
"I believe you," said Charley. "I believe you."
"Yeah," she sighed. Her body went limp.
Charley knew it was over. He pulled his tongue out of her flooded, gushed cunt. He looked down at the soiled sheets and spent flapping lips of her pussy. They seemed to melt in one puddle until she turned sideways, her hand between her ample thighs. She juiced from the backside, too, not from her asshole, but from between the backs of her legs, another little tear drop of clit juice to add to the puddle in the bed.
"Hey," said Charley, seeing that Jan Dawsen was going back to sleep. "Didn't you forget something?"
"Mmmm?" she asked without opening her eyes. "What's that?" Her face was peaceful, indolent, and, finally, expressionless. Her eyes were closed when she asked again: "What'd I forget?"
Charley was full of pride when he said: "Me, babe. You forgot me."
"Wha?" She opened her eyes and looked down at his midsection. He was sitting on the edge of the bed. His cock, like an Apache arrow, stuck out from his lap. The head was red, sharp and ready to fire.
"Now maybe," he suggested, "you remember?"
"I sure do," said Jan with a big smile. She wormed her way down between the tawdry sheets and made her way into his lap. Her chin rested on his bare thigh. Her tongue, when stretched in the right direction-which it was-could just reach the mushroom head of his tender, sensitive dick. "Ahhh," she said. "Now, I think my memory is improving."
"Right you are," said Charley. "Very correct." He watched Jan reach her long tongue across the gulf separating her mouth from his erect dick. The tip of it landed on the tip of the sex organ. "You're hot, baby," he sighed, watching the tongue skim along the crease in his heart-shaped dick cap, "I can see that just by looking you're hot."
"Ahhh," she smiled, readjusting. Now she could cap off the whole prick, which she did. She swallowed it right up into her entire face. Her lips swelled with the thickness of the red hog meat. "Mmmm," she grunted. "Mmmmmmmmm. " She rocked her head from side to side, sloshing the head of the pecker back and forth in a tempting bending action.
"Ooooo, goooood," groaned Charley. "Those hot lips work wonders on me."
She reached down into his crotch and took hold of the prick with both of her smooth fists. She pulled it toward her so that she could work with her slippery tongue, unencumbered by angle or tilt. She sloshed here and there and up along one side of the ridged prick shaft.
"Hot dog!" screamed Charley. "Now I can tell you're getting into it." He ran his hands through Mrs. Dawsen's soft hair. It was a silky touch. He held onto the nape of her neck while the inside of her face rubbed against his prick meat. "That's the way!" He pushed her head down on top of his crotch and his whole dick wavered on the brink of entering. Then, suddenly, he popped the entire boner into her face.
"Uuuuuugh," she swallowed hard. "Mmmm."
She had it all in. She sucked, lipping the bobbing penis and making sure to provide a nice bit of suction as she swayed her head from side to side. "Good, baby! Real good!" Charley watched her work. She had a knack for it, there was no kidding around about that. She seemed to like it, too. Not just the cock, but sucking on it. That made all the difference. When a chick didn't like to suck it, it wasn't the same. He'd never met, though, any girls who really didn't like to suck it. A lot of them were reluctant, at first, but once they got a nice squeeze going with their thick lips, well, then, it was like glue: they stuck right to it and never let go until they floated away in a pool of hot jism, swallowing.
He shot his pecker upwards, further into her mouth. She took a good hold with her lips and with her mouth. She had him coming in a matter of a few more seconds. She swallowed every drop of the hot come, too. Her neck muscles were working fast to make sure she didn't miss a squirt. The hot fluid popped up into her esophagus and she swallowed it all down. Her stomach filled with jism, and her mouth kept a nice sliding hold on his prick. Up and down she went, swallowing and taking down all the juice.
When it was all over, Charley let loose of her neck. He laid back with his head against the wall, staring out into the empty room, looking at his wooden table and the one chair and the string hanging from the one dim yellow light. He didn't lay like that for long when Jan Dawsen started licking his cock. She made sure the meat was good and wet from her tongue. She licked the shaft, kissed the hot nut nest, sucked up the testicles and cleaned away any extra pubic hairs. She made sure he was good and clean and ready for more fucking and sucking whenever it might be necessary.
Then she spread herself out in the bed again and dreamed pleasantly, as she had before she met him, of his mouth in her twat, of his cock shoved up her face.
CHAPTER 4
Charley found Susan waiting outside of the motel as planned. With her,, however, was another woman, one whom Charley had never met.
"Who's she?" he asked.
"That's Linda," said Susan. "A friend of mine. Let's check in."
They all three checked into the motel. In the room, the girls discarded their wraps and Susan took Charley aside. "Listen," she Whispered, "this girl Linda has never had sex before. I mean she's never fucked, she's never sucked, nothing. She's a virgin."
"So?" was Charley's simple answer, question.
"So," said Susan, blushing a little, "I want to show her a few things. And I want you to show her a few things, too."
"Hey," said Charley, "I don't get it. First you tell me that your husband's on to us, then you say you want me to pimp for some babe I never met."
"Sssss, not so loud," complained Susan. She slid out of her sweater. "Now listen," she said against his ear with her hot breath, "this girl has the hots for my husband. If we can show her a thing or two, I might be able to get him off my back."
"Ahhhh," said Charley, kicking off his shoes. "Why didn't you say so?"
"I've been trying to," said Susan. "Now will you help me?"
"What do you think?" said Charley rhetorically. He had his pants half-way off. "So, Linda," he said in a loud, proud voice, "you want to learn from the best, eh?"
He sauntered over next to her and rubbed his hip up against hers. "You couldn't have started with a better team than Susan and myself."
"Yes," said Linda. "I think you're right. Should I take my clothes off, too?"
"Good thinking," said Charley. "She learns fast." He winked at Susan. "Now what?"
Linda was nude in a few seconds. She had large full white tits with dark brown caps. Her hair was dark, too, and hung in long clumps of soft strands down alongside and between her lovely white tits. Her bush was black pubic hair and a sloppy slit, wide and upright, tilted neatly outward with a good leak already going.
"Nice," said Charley, taking all this in. "Very nice." Linda's legs were pale and creamy, hefty, she was built well down low. She had wide hips and curved full legs. He was going to have a lot of fun showing her what he knew and what to do to make that nice.
"Now, listen," he said. "First things first. I see you have some drip there and what's this about you're being a virgin?"
"I am," she said. "But not really. I mean there's no cherry. Just that a cock never did that to me. You know?"
"Yeah, I get it," said Charley. "You lost it playing squat tag in a cucumber patch, eh?"
"Well," said Linda, blushing slightly, "not exactly. I lost it at college in a kind of game."
"I don't want to know the-"
"It involved a coke bottle and-"
"I don't want to know the sordid details," shouted Charley. "Lay down."
"This is fun," said Linda.
Charley, who had started toward the motel bed and the young girl, stopped in his tracks. "No," he muttered, "I refuse. Susan, get your ass over here."
Susan saddled up in the nude next to Charley. "Yes?"
"She's too much of a goody two-shoes. I don't want to do it."
"I'll start," said Susan with a grumpy expression. She crawled up between Linda's big bare legs. "Mmmmm," she said, "Linda, I'm going to give you a little lick, first"
"Can I do that for you, too?" asked Linda.
"Well," said Susan, "I suppose it wouldn't be bad for you to just dive right in."
"What she's trying to say," added Charley, "is that she can't turn down a good tongue in the cunt Linda. She'd be happy to have you eat her out."
Susan snapped a sharp look over in Charley's direction. He sat down and watched the two women go about taking care of business.
Susan straddled over Linda's pretty face. She hung her cunt there and went to work between the young girl's legs. She found Linda's pussy open and hungry for stimulation. The cunt flopped this way and that under Susan's deft oral manipulation.
What surprised Susan, however, was the tongue that entered her own cunt. "Good God!" she screeched "What the hell was that?"
"That's me," said Linda. "Is it o.k.?"
"It's better than o.k.," said Susan. "It's terrific"
"Oh, boy," said Linda. "I'm happy that it's going to be good for you."
"Charley," said Susan, "this girl's got a tongue like a snake. Watch her go," With that Susan returned to work inside Linda's cunt She worked her way up the liquid channel and discovered the throbbing clit It had been well in need of stimulation and Susan was only too happy to provide the necessary work.
"Oh, Jesus," moaned Susan's friend. "It's really getting me going. I never felt that way before." Her hips lobbed left and right and her pussy squeezed open and closed and open again. "Oh, boy," she wailed. "That's really terrific." Then she went to work on Susan's cunt
"Oh, God," cried Susan. "You have a real talent for this."
"Really?" asked Linda. "I didn't know that" She sloshed, at Susan's lovely cunt She found the clit in record time and provided Susan with a good rubbing and eating.
"You know," said Susan, rocking her hips on Linda's face, "I don't think that my husband even gets this good a treatment."
"Oh, boy," said Linda, seeing her chance to one up Susan. "That means he'll really go for me."
"I hope so," said Susan. She slammed her hips down on Linda's tongue. "Keep eating," she said. "It feels good."
Linda slid her tongue up the other woman's cunt. She found the little button of clit flesh again, and took to thrusting and rubbing her tongue against it. "Is that nice for you?" she asked.
"Oh, baby," said Susan, "you know that's nice. What do you think? I'd let you eat out my hole if it wasn't going to be nice for me?"
"I don't know," said Linda. "I just get nervous sometimes."
"That's alright, kid," said Susan. "I understand." She slid her own face back down into the slit under consideration, Linda's. She pounded her tongue across the clit meat there, and made sure to give a good solid distracting slick licking to that mini-cock. She wanted Linda to be thinking only about getting a nice orgasm. "How's that?"
"Oh, God damn," screamed young Linda. "That's really good. My pussy never felt that way before."
"Oh, wonderful," said Charley, coming to life again. "It does my heart good to see you two girls having a good time."
"Don't mind that sarcasm," said Susan to Linda. "That's something else you have to learn about men. That they're beasts in disguise as people." Both Linda and Susan laughed. "But," added Susan, "every now and then they do have reason to be jealous. For example, now, I'm eating you out and Charley feels left out. What should we do to include him in the fun?"
"I'll eat his asshole," volunteered Linda.
"Well," said Charley. "That's good for starters. Who's going to deal with the meat of the matter?"
"Guess," said Susan, smacking her lips with clit juice from Linda's cunt. "Bring it over here."
Charley climbed up onto the bed and dropped his naked dick into Susan's face. His own mouth landed nicely between Susan's lovely slender legs, in her bush. And into his asshole drifted the newcomer's tongue.
"Oh, shit," he grunted. "That tongue of hers really does do a job."
"I was trying to tell you that," said Susan. She slid his cock back into the oral cavity that he loved and used her tongue for lubricant.
"What a kick," moaned Charley. "I never would have imagined to have a tongue up my asshole and a tongue licking down my dick with a pussy in my face. I wonder what the Dean of my college would say right now if I told him about this? He'd probably say something like watch out for disease. Fuck that shit. Oooooh, wow!"
Linda's tongue had taken a special dip to scoop out Charley's asshole. She'd penetrated deeper than he thought she would dare to go.
"Fuck!" he moaned. "That's nice stuff there, Linda. Allow me to return the favor."
He slid off of Susan, to her surprise, and jumped into the newcomer's face. His cock slammed up into her mouth. She reached up and used both hands to brace the rocket in her face. She tongued it up and down and her pale white face turned deep red. She didn't look good with a cock in her face; she looked great, like a little girl with a new popsicle or a new lollipop. She had a fantastic grip around the huge stem of his prick, and she sucked up and down, ran her mouth along, the head of the meat.
"Hot damn!" said Susan. "Will you get a load of this action?!?"
She didn't know what to make of it. But meanwhile Charley was surely enjoying himself. His meat slid in and out of the young girl's face. And she had a way about her too. She used her lips to snafu the rim of the cock. In this manner, Charley was sure to get some of the best suck ever. Every time that he was close to exiting Linda's lovely mouth and face, his delicious cock head caught hold on her tugging thick lips and he slipped back into the incubator orifice. "Hot fucking damn!" he cried, much like Susan had. "This is too fucking much!"
"Yes, indeed," said Susan folding her arms in anger. She was surprised at how well things were going for Linda and Charley and how poorly they were going for herself. "You know," she said, "it might be nice for me to get something in the way of action, too?"
"Oh, sorry, babe," said Charley, his cock continuing to roll down Linda's throat. "In a minute, eh?" He jammed forward, sending his mushroom head, pink and purple, forward into the long throat. "Oh, God damn," he cried. "What a mouth!"
Linda not only had a nice mouth, but she had a swell set of tits, too. She used her hands to push her breasts up under Charley's sack of nuts. In this manner, he was stimulated from all sides. His cock had her mouth wrapped around it, and the underside of his penis and his balls were pressed upwards with the soft flesh of Linda's lovely white titties.
"Oh, fuck me in the cock with your mouth!" cried Charley. "She's fucking good!" he wailed at Susan. He was out of control and balling his heart out.
"You know," said Susan with a stern look at Linda, "I think I'm the one who's getting taught a kind of lesson."
Linda ignored Susan's anger and continued to suck on Charley's meat. She used her tongue, going up and down the length of the shaft, dipping down every now and then to kiss or lick one or both balls.
"Mmmmm," she hummed, happy with her work, "I love to give a good suck."
"Hey," said Susan, "I thought you were the one who needed to learn about oral fucking and all that kind of thing? What goes?"
"What goes?" repeated Linda, holding Charley's cock next to her face. "Oh, well, I suddenly realized that I have been inhibited all these years and there's no longer any need." She slid Charley's penis back into her face and ran her lips down to the base of the stem.
"Ahhh," grunted Charley. "Lemme just give you something in return." He rotated his position and ended up with his head in her cunt. "You know," he said, "it's got to be a two way street." He smiled and shot his tongue into the wet breach. The bush parted, the hairs opened up, the lips peeled back, and Charley had his tongue into the big wet slit.
"Oooooh," she groaned immediately. "Amazing!"
"Yeah," said Charley. "Utterly amazing!" Linda's cunt was ripe and almost bulbous. The walls pushed in on each other. Charley's tongue could feel the pressure from the slippery insides even as he inserted his tongue. He thought for sure that this pussy would be a good one for out and out fucking. "You know," he said, flicking her clit with his finger, "I'd like to get you really hot and bothered."
"I'd like that," agreed Linda. "Go ahead."
So Charley leaned his face into full gear and unto the hot pussy. He applied his tongue with a rocket like effort and jammed plenty of fresh meat in and out of the smooth pussy tube.
"Ooooohhh, ahhhh, yeeeee," squeaked Linda. "That's too fucking much!"
"Yes," muttered Charley, talking into the cunt. "Too fucking much!" He pressed his nose and mouth into the sex hole. "It's nice and comfy in here. Warm and wet. I'd never leave if I could arrange it that way. Mmmmm." He licked the lips of her vagina, slid his tongue into direct contact with Linda's luscious clitoris, and prodded the thing back and forth.
Linda practically jumped off the bed. "Oh, fuck me!" she cried. "That's it!" She wiggled her hips and rocked her pelvis and her loins up around Charley's face. She squeezed him between her soft heated legs and pushed her dark bush harder and faster in some sort of cadence. "Oh, fuck!" she yelled. "Give it to me harder!"
Charley applied plenty of pressure, and, suddenly, Linda's fresh, semi-virgin cunt, exploded. The meat hole gushed fresh juice and the walls opened and closed dramatically.
Linda waved her hips in Charley's face. "You like that? When I come?" She was heated and insane just then. She had no idea what she was doing. But she was coming and she was trying to talk. "I mean you like that when I spray?"
"Yeah," said Charley. "It's kind of nice."
"Mmmm," she said, returning to orgasmic oblivion. It was like a sleep walker returning to bed. She began squealing and squirming and writhing in growing ecstasy: "Ooooh, ahhhh, don't stop now! Fuck me with your mouth! Give me that tongue up my tube again!"
She was all sex. Charley was only too happy to provide her with the necessary tongue. He injected her with his mouth muscle. She responded by weaving her loins around his cheeks. She was sweating on his face, now, and he knew that she was peaking. He looked up, over one smooth naked thigh, and saw Susan steaming.
"Mmmm," he said. "Susan, it's gonna be alright." But his girl friend didn't quite understand because he was muttering into a piece of Linda's leg. She continued to glare at him.
Finally, Linda shot her wad, and she rolled over, away from Charley's dripping face, exhausted. She tried to catch her breath while Charley, somewhat faded but still able, began to make his apology to Susan.
"Now, listen," he said. "This wasn't my idea, was it?"
"No," she admitted. But that was all.
"And it wasn't my idea to start with her?"
"I suppose not." She was cold.
"Alright," he said, sliding a finger between her legs and up into her snatch. "It's time for the big kids to play."
Susan's face brightened. "You were awfully involved with one of the 'children' just now."
"Don't be ridiculous," he lied. He pressed his finger up higher into her cunt. "Come on. You want to work out or stand there being mad?" He had one finger in her twat and his other hand fondled her luscious nipples. "You know," he said, "there's a big difference between you and her."
They both looked over at the heap of spent flesh, Linda. She was out of breath, tired, sagging. Her tits had flopped sideways and her cunt looked lopsided between her stretched wet legs. She was sweating and breathing hard.
"I should hope so," said Susan. She was melting, warming up to him now. "Let's move over there." She indicated the bed. Charley knew he was in.
"Good," he said. "Let's go."
She led the way and spread her legs out for him to begin. "Maybe," she said, "you should eat me out, just to gain my confidence again."
"Yeah," he said. "I get it. I smell blackmail."
"Smell my pussy," she said.
"Mmmm," he grunted sliding his nose between the lips of her vagina. The slender pieces of outside meat folded back and out of the way. There was a slick slice of hole in front of him. He shot his tongue the length of the hole, from top to bottom.
"Oh, shit," she wiggled. "That's so nice when you do that! Mmmmm!"
"Yeah," said Charley. He used his hands, too. He kneaded the soft heated flesh of her loins, treated it like bread dough, and then slid his hands up and down the smooth flesh, along the soft smooth skin of her upper thighs. She was hot and slick there.
"Hey," she said, "what about giving me something to do?"
"Sure, honey," said Charley. He knew full well that Susan was with him now. He turned around and dropped his cock down her throat. He had his face in her pussy.
"Mmm," she said, sucking the dick into her face. She licked it with her tongue and then popped it out of her mouth. She supported the thing with one small tight fist around the base, aimed the mushroom head between her lips and took to licking. She tongued the head and the rim, the shaft sides, the stem and base. Finally, she kissed him in his hot nut nest and laughed. "Oh, God damn," she giggled, "I wish there wasn't such a thing as jealousy. Now that I have your cock in my face I don't know what I was thinking about."
"Now that you have my cock in your face," corrected Charley, "you can't think at all." He jammed his prick forward and landed a lucky shot right down the tube in her face. Her oral orifice swallowed him up nicely and he rocked his pelvis. His dick went smoothly floating in and out of Susan's pretty face.
"Hot damn," he grumbled. "That's the way, alright. Keep on sucking." Then he buried his flying tongue in her pussy. He had her clit ready for nibbling in no time at all. He flopped the little pecker pussy back and forth and squeezed it up between his lips.
"Oh, shit!" cried Susan. "I'm hot, I'm hot."
"Good," said Charley, oblivious to her. He was concentrating on keeping her hot. Her hips were rocking up and back, making his journey into her cunt a rocky one. He kept plunging in, however, and attempted to keep in touch with her luscious little piece of clit meat.
"Hot fucking damn!" she wailed. "It's nice the way you do that, Charley. I really do love that sucking on my clit!"
He had a good hold with his lips. He could squeeze her clit down into a lip-clit sandwich, or he would slide from left to right and back again. His tongue could prod on the thing, probe it, make her juice, all will. "Oh, boy," he was thinking to himself, "I can get her coming anytime I want now." He fondled, using his tongue, the sensitized piece of pussy meat.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" moaned Susan. Her legs flew up around Charley's face. She was laughing and crying at the same time. Her body rocked and rolled around under his squirming tongue. She was orgasmic and heated.
"Hot fucking damn!" she cried again. "Give it to me, Charley. Sock that fucking tongue of yours right on in there!"
"Yeah, baby," agreed Charley. "Here you go." He slapped his tongue down into the wet hole.
"Oh, fuck!" she cried. She was peaking and ready to finish off. "Once more hard!"
Charley obeyed and sure enough, Susan shot the rest of her gushing pussy into his face. "Oh, shit," he grunted, soaking up the juice from her cunt. "What a mess!"
But the sucking and fucking was far from over. Charley pushed his prick hard, down into Susan's face, as if to remind her not to forget to fuck him off.
"Sure, honey," she said, taking his cock in her succulent lips. "Don't worry about a thing." She played his boner with her waving face. "How's that?"
She was rolling her head from side to side. This particular action caused Charley's prick to bend and slip and slide. There was no end to the amount of stimulation this yielded. His dick was sweating with heat by the time she finished working on the cap.
"Now," she mumbled, holding his cock aside for a moment, "I'm going to give you a good licking." Up and down his cock she slid her tongue. She wet down every inch of his meat.
"Oh, baby," moaned Charley. "You're the one alright. You're the one."
Charley didn't really give a shit who licked his prick into orgasm. But he did care to come soon, fast, now, if possible. His cock was being sucked nicely by Susan, and he especially liked it when she would tug with her lips on the cap of his pecker.
"Mmmm," she hummed, sending vibrations up and down his shaft. "You know your shit babe."
"Of course," she said. "Just leave it to me." She rolled her lips across the length of his spongy boner. The hard-on was resilient and pliant, seemed to have life of its own. "Hot shit," screamed Susan, playing the dick for everything she could get from it. She began using her muscles to squeeze Charley's pecker, to milk it, hoping to make him come that way.
"How you doing?" she asked at one point.
"Oh, good," he moaned. "Just fine."
Then she began to work hard and fast. She sucked up and down the length of his dick. Her head moved quicker, faster than before, and her lips sucked harder. She knew he wasn't far from coming now, and she wanted to make sure that every drop of his jism landed in the right place, down her stomach. She started swallowing even before Charley's ramrod pecker head started squirting. She didn't miss a trick.
"Hot shit," grumbled Charley. "It's gonna be a good one. "It's building up!"
"Yeah," moaned Susan. "I can feel it." She sloshed her tongue against the prick. The slopping wet meat bounced here and there away from her dick. She had to hold it against her face and her lips with one hand. Her palm slid on the slippery bony surface of the stem. "What a great pecker meat you got!"
"Well," agreed Charley, "thank you."
"Yeah," she grunted. Then she placed his anxious, hot cock back in her face and sucked.
It was like watching a little girl deal with a lollipop. Sometimes she had the whole thing in her mouth and wouldn't let anyone see what it was; other times she licked it, bragged about it, wouldn't let you think about anything else. That's the way Susan was with Charley's pecker. She sucked it up righteously, didn't stop until he was firing jism into her face. Even then she continued to lick and suck on his powerhouse joy stick. She licked him clean when it was over and kissed his nut house. She made sure that he was covered with saliva and then blew him dry.
"Hot fucking damn!" he moaned. "You did a good job, Susan," Charley looked over in Linda's direction. "She's really not all that good," he moaned in a whisper. "You know?"
"I know," said Susan. "She's just got a big tongue."
Later that day the three of them fucked and sucked some more, but then Susan and Charley got rid of Linda, sent her off to deal with Susan's husband, and they both hoped that she would get him off their backs. The plan worked, they found out a few days later, and Susan was given her freedom, to come and go as she pleased from her house. A divorce would begin sometime at a later date, but for the time being everything was going to be run very smoothly, as though Susan and her husband were simply roommates.
Consequently, Susan and Charley spent a great deal of time together giving head to each other. One day, however, Susan went shopping and told Charley she wouldn't be back until late that night. She left him alone in his apartment, the small one room affair, and it was about two that afternoon when he heard the knocking.
CHAPTER 5
The knocking turned out to be Jan Dawsen. "Remember me?" she asked. She slid into the close room and sauntered over to the bed. She said: "It's been a while, Charley."
He calculated his odds. He could put the poo on this babe in about twenty minutes. If Susan stayed away as long as she suggested she would, everything would be all right, but if by chance Susan should bring her tail in a little too soon, the whole game would be up.
He decided to risk it. One reason he did so was that Jan, Mrs. Dawsen, was looking especially good. She had on her long skirt again, and a loose blouse. Her ankles looked darker than before, as did her face.
"You been at the beach?" asked Charley.
"Yes," she said, crossing her legs and revealing a portion of long tanned thigh. She was lean and sexy.
"Mmmm," groaned Charley under his breath. "Nice legs."
"Why thank you," said Mrs. Dawsen. She hitched the bottom line of her skirt up a notch. "Mmmmm."
"Yes," said Charley, sitting down alongside her, "it has been a while."
She took his hand. "Do you remember what it was like?" She parted her legs and put his hand next to her damp bush.
"Yeah," he said. "How could I forget something so nice like your snatch?" He fingered her for a moment. "It's wet already.
"It's been wet like that for a week. What happened to you?"
"I had other commitments," he groaned. His finger travelled up her cunt. It lodged in there, nice and comfy.
"Maybe you had another woman," she suggested.
"We're not married," he said, worming around in her pussy with his deft digit.
"Yes," she said. "We're not married." She leaned close to his neck and smacked with both lips. "Mmmm," she sighed. She tongued the back of his ear and blew some hot breath down the canal there. "You have nice ears," she moaned. She used her tongue to tickle the insides of his ear. Then she kissed him on the neck and let her hands travel inside along his chest, tweaking his manly nipples. She used her other hand to take care of his lap. She massaged the space between his legs and worked her way up to the bulge already present in his trousers. "You know," she said, touching lightly, drawing her finger across the lump between his thighs, "you have something nice and large here."
"Yes," he said, "I know that. I have something nice and wet, here," he added, indicating her cunt. "It's soft and sweet, too."
"If you let me have your tool," she said. "I'll get even softer, and wetter, and sweeter."
"Mmm," said Charley. He stood up and walked over to the door. He latched it and bolted the thing shut. "Now," he said, unraveling his belt on the way over, "you can have a look and a feel of this tool, as you call it."
Mrs. Dawsen smiled. "You know that the last time I was here you were kinder."
"I had more time," said Charley. "Today we have to hurry a bit."
She watched him take down his pants. He had them around his ankles when she said: "Maybe I should come back another time, when you have more time."
"No," he said, pulling off his underwear. "Just get undressed. If Susan comes back, well make do."
Mrs. Dawsen sat there. She didn't undress. "I want you to take my clothes off," she said softly. "It'll be more fun that way. It'll be more like the first time."
He eyed her erect nipples popping through the cotton of her shirt. "Yes," he said, "maybe it would be more fun that way."
In the nude he sat down next to her and put both his hands to the cotton shirt where it covered her chest. Mrs. Dawsen blushed and glowed red. The heat in her cheeks turned her face hot pink, light purple, like a burst vein. "Mmmm," she hummed, while Charley worked her breasts against her chest. "That's nice. It gets me going."
"Good," he said, massaging the titties and the nipples, still working through the cotton fabric. "You know," he said, himself in the nude, "it might be even more exciting for you to take off your clothes now."
"No," she said, "you do it."
He slid his hands up and under the blouse, against her cool trim belly. Her slender hips bordered her belly on the soft sides, and her tits hung nicely into his palms. He pinched the nipples and tugged a little, too. "Mmmm," he smiled.
She toured his crotch with her hands. His naked member stood up like a fence post, ready, to be strung with anything she might throw at him.
"It's big," she said. "Big and red and hot."
"Yes," he said. "All the better to fuck out your face with."
"Mmmm," she smiled. She leaned down and he had to pull his hands out of her blouse, out from under the cotton shirt. She opened her mouth a mile wide. Her incubator orifice hovered and then fell down over his prick, like a parachute collapsing on top of a little man. She sucked his cock head into her face.
"Oh, nice," he said. "That's the way." It felt to his hungry dick that a flesh envelope had taken over his genitals. Her tongue moved quickly here and there, as did her oral orifice. She applied terrific pressures to the sides of his meat, to his nuts. She made sure that the head of his prick was not ignored, too. She took care to stroke the spongy wet red head with the broadside of her mouth muscle.
Once again Charley had that distinct feeling that this woman loved what she was doing, not just the cock, but the sucking of the cock. That was why it didn't matter to her if she was nude or not. She had, after all, more or less what she wanted. "Now," he said, watching her work, "I think it's time for me to do the same to you."
"Not yet," she said. She sat up for a moment, held his slippery stem in one fist, and smiled. She took her shirt off over her head and had to let loose of his dick for a minute in order to get the shirt off the rest of the way.
Her tits were large and firm. The caps were piled high with brown mushroom colored flesh on top of which were the ripe cherry red nipples. "Mmmm," moaned Charley. "This is going to be good."
"What's that?" asked Mrs. Dawsen. "What's going to be good?"
"Sucking those nipples for one thing," said Charley. "And everything else, too."
"Mmm," she smiled. "I think you're right." She leaned back down over his lap. Her tits rubbed softly against his thighs, planted the nipples on one side of his scrotum. She slid his dick into her face and then slid her hands under his rectum. She plowed one finger into his anal cavity while her tongue licked up his cock and the prick head on top.
"Oh, God damn," he moaned, watching her. head bob on and off of his dick meat. "You love to do that, don't you?"
"Of course," she said, looking up and holding the dick with one hand. "Doesn't everybody? I mean all women? And some men, too? Love to suck?"
"Yeah, sure," said Charley. He grabbed her by the nape of the neck, but softly, and pushed her back onto his joint. "Go to it," he said simply.
Mrs. Dawsen's lips wrapped softly around the head of Charley's meat. She had a way of pulling on the rim with the thick portion of her lips. She would tug, pull his head up slightly, jerking him into a full erection, but with her mouth. Her hands she would use only for support or to guide him into place. The rest of the time she would use her hands and her fingers to caress or massage, to rub or probe either his asshole or his buttocks or. his legs and chest.
"You're awfully good," groaned Charley, watching her face gobble up his cock. "Awfully good."
She slid up and back. Her face was open and she drooled a bit. "Maybe you should suck on me for a while," she suggested. "Just to give my mouth a little rest."
"For sure," said Charley. He let her lay back and then kissed her trim tanned belly. He followed the natural curvature of her hips up to the flopping right breast. Her nipple and the dark mushroom cap below was his final target. He landed a smacking pair of lips on top of the brown puddle and sucked the nipple up between his tongue and lower lip. "Ahhhh," he grunted and groaned when he had a good grip. "Mmmmm."
"Yeah," she smiled, feeling his tongue going to work on her titty. A set of chills, beginning in her tit and moving across her chest landed in her neck and shoulders. "You do nice things for me," she said. She reached down and caressed his naked shoulders and back with her light fingers. She traveled across his back and down his spine while his lips and tongue and mouth sucked up her titty and made her hot and lusty.
"Mmmm," he grumbled. "Now for the other one, eh?"
"Yes," she said, taking his head in her hands. She rubbed his face against the other tit and made sure that her nipple got the proper stimulation. "It's the way I like it" she said. "Really."
He slid his cheek along her titty. The nipple puckered up and he used his tongue to stroke it into a perfect miniature erection. "How's that?" he asked, sitting back and admiring his work. "Nice and tight and up there?"
"Really," she said softly. "Just the way I like it." She used her tongue to lick him. She started on one side of his face and she didn't stop. She made long strokes licking his face the way she might have licked his cock. She covered his nose and his ears and his neck and then she went down to his hairy chest. She licked his nipples and his chest muscles and finally she went down under his arms and licked up his arm pits. She sucked on the loose skin there and made sure that every bit of him was sucked clean.
"Oh, fucking-A," groaned Charley. "I had no idea."
She sucked up his manly nipples and continued in her journey down to his cock and balls. But when she arrived there, still with her own skirt on, she asked him to turn over. He did so and she spent many a kiss on his hairy firm ass cheeks. When she was good and ready she ran a finger, and then her tongue along the crease between his buttocks.
"Oh, God damn," gasped Charley. "That's really good Mrs. Dawsen. Really terrific?"
"You like that?" she asked.
"I really do," he said simply. He didn't want to jinks his good luck. He knew that if he talked to much she might not lick him out completely, might think that he was making fun of her or something. So he just waited.
Sure enough, a moment later Mrs. Dawsen, Jan, reapplied her tongue to Charley's rectum. She drilled the hole with her mouth muscle. She made sure that the curled piece of anus flesh opened up and provided a nice gate for her travelling oral muscle. She made her way down deep, into the shit canyon.
"Yeah," she grunted. Then she returned to eating out his asshole. She lubed him and sunk her tongue down low.
"Go to it, honey," he encouraged her. "Knock yourself out"
"Mmmm," she smiled in his asshole. "It's a good little ream for your butt, eh?"
"You know it is," said Charley. He shook his ass to prove to her that he was enjoying the reaming. "You know," he said, "I like that tongue of yours. You know exactly what to do with it."
She slid her hands up along the insides of his, legs and spread him out wider. "Try this," she suggested. She plowed a finger down into his asshole.
"Awk!" grunted Charley. "That hurts!"
She pulled the digit out of his asshole and replaced it with her tongue.
"Now," said Charley, all coo's and pleasure, "that's much better."
She sucked around inside his bunghole for another ten minutes. Then she turned him over and wet down his dick again. She used her hands to fondle his balls. She had a nice light touch, too, and could bring goose bumps up wherever she wanted. She licked his loins and his cock head and what was left to get hard in Charley's meat, did. Get hard.
"Look at that big tough prick," smiled Jan Dawsen. "I'm gonna eat every inch of it."
Charley watched her drop down on top of his dick. This time he wanted something more for himself. He slid his hands into her lap, between her friendly thighs. He located her bush and played the clit with his active digit.
"Oh, Christ!" she wailed. "Do it to me!"
He flicked her cunt open and closed, concentrating, of course, on the clitoris itself. "Now listen," said Charley, "I want to see this meaty pussy of yours. So get up on the bed and open it up."
She smiled and lifted her face up off of his cock. His erection was hard for her to let go of. But she made her way back on the bed and pulled the string that untied her lovely wrap around skirt. The thing parted at the legs and her beautiful hairy pie was revealed.
"There we go," said Charley, driving right in, "that's what I been waiting for." He used his hands to spread open her pussy. His tongue landed way inside the opening of her twat hole. It was wet and dark and hot.
"Nice," she said softly, watching his head roll around in her lap. She stroked his soft hairy head and played with the nape of his neck. "Very nice."
He dug out her cunt hole. Her clit was hard and erect already. He shoved a finger down to aid in his efforts to land the little piece of meat inside his face. "You know," he mumbled, "sometimes I think that eating is easier for a woman. Finding a clit is no easy task."
"Yeah, but once you got it isn't it fun?"
"Oh, sure," agreed Charley, not really thinking about it one way or the other. He got hold of the little flesh button and waved it back and forth with his tongue, like a flag. He wanted to send up the right signal. Her cunt started to juice as he pressed the clit pennant this way and that.
"Your orgasm, my dear," he said, "is not far away."
"I know," she squirmed under his great worming tongue. "Keep doing that to me and I'll come in five seconds."
"You want to come right now?" he asked, holding off for a minute.
"No," she said, "not really. I want it to last."
"In that case," said Charley, "let me get on top of you. We'll sixty-nine it for a while. Then we'll both come together. How's that sound?"
"Delicious," said Mrs. Dawsen. She was thinking that she'd do anything to get hold of that mighty rod of his again. She loved the joy stick and that would make her come even faster. She didn't care though, it would be a great orgasm once it started.
Charley adjusted his position. He was on top. His hands ran up and down and in between Mrs. Dawsen's slick trim legs. He landed, naturally, at the outside of her pussy. He applied his best efforts to opening up her cunt in such a way that she would be ready for his juicy mouth muscle. His fingers peeled back the lips of her vagina in the same way he would have opened up a rose for examination in a Botany class. The lips were wet and slippery, and more so when he finished applying his tongue to their surface.
"Oh, Jesus," she complained. "Give me that tongue! Hit up my clit!"
"Not yet," said Charley. "This is going to be good, just the way you like it. But don't be afraid to suck on my cock while you're waiting." He laughed and returned to tantalizing the woman's hungry twat. He slid his tongue along the opening of the forest. Below there was a slippery hole, filled with fluid. The clit was in sight, but he didn't want to go directly for it. Rather, he pursued the length of the flesh cylinder, skimming past the erect flesh button and landing deep inside. His nose was filled with ooze.
"Oh, shit," she complained, "I can't take it" She jammed her cunt up against his face.
Now his tongue, whether he wanted to or not was forced to stimulate Jan's pussy. But he figured that if she wanted it that badly it was probably time. He tugged on the little meaty clit with his lips. He pulled it up and down and from side to side.
He began to wonder, while he worked on her, when she would come. He knew it wouldn't be long now. He stuffed her full of his mouth muscle and made sure to squash her clitoris every chance he got.
"Hot fucking damn," she wailed. "I don't believe it." Her hips wandered upwards in a mighty swooping action. She scooped out his mouth with her pussy, grabbed onto his tongue and squeezed tight. He pulled his mouth muscle back and watched her pelvic girdle ride the open spaces.
"Give it to me," she pleaded and begged. "Give me that tongue again!"
He took hold of her hips and slammed his prick-tongue into her pussy. She swallowed with her pussy and the tube began to gush. He sloshed around in the orgasmic tube. She was coming all over the place, there was no stopping her now.
"Oh, Christ on a fucking bicycle!" she hollered. Her slick wet legs shimmered in the dim yellow light from the overhead bulb. The string, vibrating with her crying, moved back and forth slowly.
"Give me more to suck on," she wailed. She was referring to his cock. Now that she was coming out of her pussy, she wanted him to fill her up with sperm fluid. He was happy to try.
She sucked his cock down into her face, further than ever before. He could feel her swallowing muscles working away on the head of his penis.
"You got it How, baby," moaned Charley. "Take it all away."
She used her hand to massage his balls up to orgasm. The other hand she used to finger his bunghole. "How's that, honey?"
Terrific," he grunted. "Just keep sucking."
She slung his cock back into her face and worked her lips up and down the cock shaft. The nuggets below bounced softly against her chin. She used her tongue to smooth out the skin around the rim of his dick. She smiled and licked up and down his meat
"Oh, boy," he shouted. "Here we fucking go!" Sure enough he spilled plenty of juice down her throat in the next six strokes of his rod. The pulsing prick head smashed into the back of Jan's oral cavity and shot hot fluid down her esophagus.
"Ooooh, ahhhh, ugh," she complained. "I think I'm drowning."
"Mmmmm," moaned Charley, still high in his orgasm. "Don't bother me."
She laughed and tugged on his puffing meat. She took the sputtering last remains of his jism and splattered her face with it Finally, she took to rubbing the cock around on her slippery smooth skin. She pushed the mushroom head against her face, against her nose and her cheeks and she spread about the jism in this manner.
"O.k.," said Charley, the feeling in his dick getting too rare, "let's slow down a bit"
Jan used her tongue to cleanse off Charley's dick. She licked the shaft and sucked up the balls. When she was done performing this washing job, she picked little stray pubic hairs out of his crotch. She found three on his left loin, two on the stem of his penis and one on her belly. She was surprised there were so few.
Charley gave her a box of Kleenex with which to wipe the hot sticky jism from her face. When she'd finished doing that, she looked at him and her eyes were sparkling. "You know it's not always like that."
"I know," said Charley. "You're telling me." He didn't know what to do. The fucking and sucking with Jan Dawsen was far and away much better than the action he got from Susan, who had just arranged to divorce her husband. He didn't want to leave Susan in the lurch. And how did he know, he wondered to himself, that Jan Dawsen would stay this good. He determined to play things by ear. If Jan continued to suck his cock so well, he would make arrangements to drop Susan. But if her game turned out to be all show, then he would just consider himself lucky to have had a suck or two with her. With that in mind, he dismissed her from his room.
Susan was due back and he wanted to be sure that everything was in order when she arrived. Jan left and said: "Why not come down to my place tonight or tomorrow morning? That way we don't have to worry about Susan at all."
"I'll think about it," said Charley. With that he shut the door and heard Jan Dawsen's footsteps carry her down the staircase. He wondered when Susan would be back.
CHAPTER 6
Susan would have caught Charley fooling around with Mrs. Dawsen if she hadn't stopped to fool around herself. An old boyfriend, from high school, lived in the neighborhood. It had been with Ralph that Susan had learned everything she knew about sex. She saw no reason to deny herself an occasional fling with Ralph.
He was home, too, and invited her in right away. It didn't take long for the old time couple to get going the way they had in school. A few minutes after she'd arrived Susan had Ralph's pants down around his ankles and his shirt unbuttoned. And Ralph had Susan's blouse off and her skirt up over her hips. She wore no panties.
"It's been a long time," he said, tonguing her cunt. "Since high school, that is."
"We did it that time last year," she reminded him. "In the park."
"Oh, yeah," said Ralph. "I forgot about that." He slid his hands up between Susan's comely thighs and spread the pussy open."
"Mmmm," he sighed. "This cunt is still among my favorites."
"Good," said Susan, rubbing her hands through Ralph's dark curly hair. She pushed his face up against her bush. "Is it wet?" She looked down at him and waited for his answer. She was spread apart, ready to do a jumping-jack.
"Oh, yeah," said Ralph, "It's wet just the way I like it." He slid his tongue down the length of the bushy opening. The bristly hair parted out of the way. "And the inside is gushing already," he commented objectively. "You must have been thinking about it on the way over here."
"That's right," she said. "How could I not? I remember that dick of yours from way back. I remember every little bump and I even remember when you had a virus of some sort and made me suck off your penis anyhow. There were little warts."
"You didn't get sick from that, just like I told you it would be all right," said Ralph.
"Yeah," said Susan, watching him take a good nibble in her vaginal lips," I suppose you were right again."
She caressed his face and especially his cheeks, the area around his hard working mouth. "You always do me just right, Ralph," she said. "I don't know how you do it. It's different even than with Charley."
"Of course it's different," said Ralph, looking up with the clit juice dripping from his chin. "What do you think? Two guys have the same shape tongues?"
"No," said Susan. "I mean the way you do it is different. You go about it scientifically and that really turns me on. Charley does it passionately, and that's a thrill, too!"
"Oh, I see the difference," said Ralph. "Smile now, will you please?"
She spread open her legs. He was able to stick a long middle finger up into her twat and cause the juice to leak down along the upper and side walls. Then he stuck his tongue back into the tube and sloshed around for a minute or two. "This is getting a little boring," he said, ceasing to drill her tube. "Let's rearrange ourselves."
They took a minute to undress and flopped down on the bed. Ralph had one of those incredibly small, smothering single apartments. It was one room, like Charley's but smaller and tighter. True, he had more furniture and more belongings, but much less room. Susan felt a little confined.
Ralph made the best of the situation. He spread out his legs and plopped his dick down on Susan's face. "How's that feel? Just for old times?"
"Good," she melted. Any cock would make her ready. She sunk back into the soft mattress and sucked the cock down into her throat. She used her lips to seal off the bargain. She had a good hold and tugged deliberately, using the head of the meat, the rim in particular, to get some leverage on the dick head. She pulled and sucked and ate every inch of that powerhouse rod.
"That a way!" grunted Ralph, resting on his elbows and occasionally looking down into Susan's pussy. "It feels nice that way." He smiled and used one hand to stroke her lovely smooth thigh. The skin was silky soft and warm to the touch, slick, too. He slid his hand down to the knee and then back up to the pussy below his chin. Her tits were resting in his groin while she was sucking his cock with both hands and her mouth.
"Hot dog!" he mumbled. "You still remember everything I taught you, eh?"
"Sure do," she said, using her tongue to make one long lick all the way up his dick. "How's that?"
"That's the best trick in the book!" he showered her with affection. "I like that."
He looked down at the pussy. It was wet. The hairs were glistening with ooze and juice. All he had to do was open up the hole, peel open the flesh envelope.
"Look at that," he muttered. "This was my high school flame!"
"It's still hot in there, Ralph," she said. "It's not as though my cunt were dead, you know."
"Oh, I know that," said Ralph. "I was just musing over the past." He smiled and split the lips apart. He drove his tongue down the length of the cunt corridor. He landed a good swipe at her clit meat and she rocked up into his mouth, clit first. He took advantage of the opportunity and chomped down with both lips. He had a vice like grip, but soft, on the little piece of meat.
"Jesus!" she wailed. "You still know your stuff."
"Why thank you, Susan," said Ralph. He fingered the little clit meat casually. "Look at that thing," he said. "It's as stiff as a piece of rubber. Nice, kid. Very nice."
The clit was standing up on its own. It was wet and slippery, a little round hump of special flesh for Ralph's special touch.
"Mmmm," moaned Susan. "Eat it up good, Ralph! Please!?"
"Sure thing, babe," he said softly. He nibbled away at that clit prick. He used his tongue and his lips and sucked and sloshed about on top of it and all around it. Soon enough, Susan began to squirt a plentiful spray of ease juice. The liquid dripped down the bottom of her pussy and made a small puddle on Ralph's bed.
"Oh, God," she grunted, "this is going to be a fabulous sucking, I can tell already."
"You bet," joked Ralph. He sloshed his tongue into the liquid twat hole. She was now a reservoir of juice, and her pelvic girdle was riding up high, taking him for a nice long journey.
"Mmmmm," moaned Ralph, "you still do like to twist and shout, eh?"
"You know I do," jerked Susan. She raised up her knees. The smooth upper thighs became a gentle flesh slope for Ralph to play with while he ate out Susan's pussy.
Susan, during this time, was not idle. She took to pulling Ralph's prick with her lips. She held him by the mushroom head and jerked his meat down into her face. She used her hands to tenderly caress most of his ball sack and all of his exposed cock. The rest of his penis and genitals were either in her mouth or unaccessible. Occasionally, she shot a hand around to his butt. There she stuffed his rectum full of hot slippery fingers and twirled those digits until he squealed for release.
"Hot fucking damn!" she yelled. "This is the way!"
Ralph pumped his prick in and out of her face. "You like it like that?"
"I like it all ways, Ralph," she said. "You ought to remember that." She laughed a bit and then rocked her body up into his face. She had her pussy open for him and he couldn't help but take advantage of the fact. After a minute or two she said: "I want to suck something else, too."
"Sure," said Ralph. "Help yourself." He propped himself up so that she could slide out from underneath. He gave her access to his entire body. "Knock yourself out."
She decided to start at his neck. She kissed him lightly on the back of the neck, on the nape. She allowed her lips to brush softly against his tender skin. She worked down along his shoulders. Her hair fell over her face and down along his spine, and grazed against the soft skin of his back. She worked her way downwards, kissing gently at everything in sight. When she arrived at his butt, she took a good suck of each cheek. Then she proceeded to work on the backs of his thighs.
"Good God," he grunted. "That's nice. It's good because you go so lightly across my skin!"
"Mmmm," she cooed. She traveled lightly the rest of the way, all the way down past his ankles and to his feet. She kissed the tops of his feet and ran her tongue between his toes. She didn't mind doing things like this. In fact, it turned her on. When she was done with his feet, she worked her way back up the insides of his legs. She landed at the backs of his balls and kissed him there a couple of times. Then she slid her hands up between the cheeks of his ass and kissed the insides of his buttocks. She made sure to wet him down thoroughly before she went any further.
"What's up?" he asked. "What's next?"
"Do you care?" she asked in response.
"I guess not," he said. "It's been pretty good so far."
She smiled and slid her tongue along his ass crease. "This is a special oral thrill," she said, when she arrived at the south end of his crack. "Now for the other." She slid her tongue back up in the other direction. "You like that?"
"You know I do," he said. Her tongue wandered around in the folds of his asshole. She wanted to drill him good. Finally, she used her hands to split open his butt She spread the firm cheeks around his bunghole, spread them apart and open, and dropped her tongue down the shit well.
"Oh, fuck," moaned Ralph, "I wasn't expecting that!"
"Mmmm," screamed Susan. "Surprise!" She tickled his balls and cock while she continued to eat out his bunghole.
"Hot damn!" said Ralph. "Fresh jam!" He was ready to come. "You better come around front" he suggested, his prick as hard as a steel pole. "Come around here and suck on my dick a little before I spray this juice all over the damn room."
"Yeah!" shouted Susan gleefully. Nothing excited her more than the prospect of a mouthful of jism. "I'm coming right around! Hold off!" She scurried from his backside to his cock and nuts. "Here I am," she said, scrambling into position on her hands and knees. She curled up in the style of a fetus and replaced what would have been her thumb with his dick. She filled her face with the stiff meat of his monster phallus.
"Good shot!" moaned Ralph. "Right on target!" His penis slid down the oral tube, between the sucking, wet lips, and along the inside cheek walls. Her mouth muscles squeezed and sucked the come out of his dick. "You're doing it!" she squealed between squirts. "You're doing it! You're doing it!"
"Argh," mumbled Ralph inarticulately, still in the dumbness of orgasm. "Doing it," he repeated.
"Mmmm," sucked Susan. She gasped for air and then took in the rest of the squirting cock. The flying wads of sperm juice landed gracefully in the back chamber of her oral cavity. His last pumps of jism barely covered the distance, but Susan's licking, lapping tongue, brought all the jism into her esophagus and down her throat. "Yummmm," she hummed. "Gooooood."
"Yeah," grunted Ralph. He rolled off of her face, away. She followed him, though, and sucked up his dick again, into her mouth, between her lips. She wanted him nice and clean for the rest of the sex. After all, she thought, in another minute or two he's going to be reaming out my cunt.
Ralph smiled because he knew exactly what Susan had in mind. He let her go ahead with the cleansing, watched her lick his penis, suck his balls, kiss his loins. He even watched her get heated and breathless and ready for a mouth fuck of her own. But just at the last moment, he closed his eyes and feigned sleep.
"Ralph!" hollered Susan. "You can't do this to me! You can't! I won't let you! Wake up!"
He opened one eye and smiled. "You bastard !" she wailed. She started to pound on his belly. They ended up wrestling and tugging on each other's flesh. At the end Ralph fell nicely down into Susan's pussy hole. He slid his tongue back into the moist honey pot, sniffed her wonderful scent, and began licking.
"Oh, my goodness," she wailed in a muffled lusty breath. "It's hot and sexy in there!"
"With my tongue," bragged Ralph, "it's got to be sexy in there." The fact was that he loved to eat her out, that her moans of passion while his tongue traveled up and down her clit were all the reward he ever wanted from such terrific work. But it also happened that hearing those passionate wails, he would begin to get hard and ready again himself.
So the more that Susan enjoyed the mouth fuck to her pussy, the more that Ralph became in need again of a little sucking on his cock. "Do it to me again," he demanded. She was happy to supply him with all of her obedient mouth.
Thus the two of them, in the classic 69 position, went searching for orgasms. "Ah, shit," grunted Ralph. "It feels so nice!"
Susan's hot mouth was wrapped around his dick. The thick sensuous lips gripped his shaft and tugged up and down his stem. He was slippery, sliding in and out of her lovely soft face.
Likewise, his tongue worked and squirmed in and out of her soft tube. The pussy meat was juicing nicely and he could locate her clit spot at will. It was nothing for him to send it flicking. Of course, her ass bounced and she went breathless and limp around his dick when he sucked up the clit meat, but he loved the notion of giving her pleasure anyhow. He continued to work on her smooth little erect sex muscle.
"Oh, God damn!" she groaned. "Give it to me, Ralph! Make me come!"
Ralph wasn't sure what Susan meant. He wanted her to come, but she seemed to be up in the air. He started to readjust himself, to give her his cock and balls. He'd planned to stuff her cunt so full of his meat that she wouldn't have a chance to do anything but have an orgasm. It would be an orgasm, Ralph figured, that would last forever, the one for prosperity.
So, as he shifted his weight, he was in for a surprise. "No, no, no," she grumbled. "I want it from your tongue in my twat. That's the way I want it. None of that cock in my pussy stuff. Not now, anyhow. Eat me into orgasm."
Ralph smiled. "Sure, baby," he said. "Anyway you want it." His tongue landed in the middle of the slippery meat. He reamed her out and used the back of his tongue to roll on her clit.
"Ahhhh, oooh," she moaned. "That makes sense!" Her hips writhed in excitement. "Now," she screeched, "give it really hard. I mean hard, Ralph. The way you might pound on a nail with a hammer. Hard."
He jerked his tongue against the piece of meat and then sucked it up into his face. He nibbled and gnawed and worked away on the pussy prick. He wouldn't have stopped now if all the President's men surrounded him and promised to kill him if he didn't. He wanted that spilling pussy juice to run down his face. He wanted her bush wet and hot and steaming with orgasmic energy. He wanted her gushing all over the place. He knew that if he could get her to come, he might get her to stay. So he licked and sucked and abused her clit as long as he could, as hard as he could.
"Oh, shit me around!" she cried. Her legs popped open, like a crack in the earth. Her pussy went asunder, shaking, trembling, opening and closing. It filled with fluid, with juice. She began coming. She wiggled around his face. Her hot loins were soft and sweaty. That more than anything appealed to Ralph's tongue. He started licking those hot loins. He sucked on the meat of the inside thighs. He had the smooth flesh all to himself. He had Susan's lovely legs to press against his chest, to rub against his groin. He could suck on her tits any time the thought crossed his mind.
It crossed his mind. He moved up along her belly and found her left boob the most willing. She propped it into his face. He sucked. "Mmmm," he moaned. Then he concentrated. He located the nipple between his lips. He tugged, using his lips the way he might have used flesh pinchers. He tugged and twisted her nipples away from her boob. When he had the right hold and the right distance, he stretched the nipple and the head of the breast the way Susan might have pulled and stretched his cock, then he used his tongue. He streaked across the tip of the tittie nipple using the tip of his tongue. It was a tantalizing pleasure for Susan who screamed in ecstasy: "Mouth fuck my breasts like that for ten minutes and I'll never leave you." She was so enamored of the way Ralph stroked her titties with his lips and tongue that she refused to come instantly. Now that she was being licked and sucked the way she loved it there was no sense in ending the sexual affair. She kept him going, licking, sucking, lapping, probing with his tongue. She kept him kissing her tits and neck.
Susan's chest soon became sloppy with saliva. She was anxious to come, but even more anxious for the slippery oral stimulation and gratification she was getting from being sucked off this way.
Ralph smiled. "You like all this shit, don't you?"
"You know I do," she smiled back. "What do you think? I'd do it if I didn't like it?"
Ralph leaned forward and shot his tongue into Susan's hot ear canal. He could taste wax. But it didn't stop him. He went further, drilling the canal for anything that might be there.
"Oh, my," she squeaked, "it tickles."
"It does?" he said, somewhat sarcastic. "How's this?" He applied his middle digit to a slam to her cunt.
"Ahhhhhwwwkkk!" she cringed. "That's too fucking tough, especially after that nice soft tongue of yours."
"Oh," said Ralph. "I see." He licked her cheek and then her tit. He knew, had known, the finger into that twat would not work. He didn't, however, know why he had done it anyhow. Maybe he was just getting-into a foul mood. Anyhow, he proceeded cautiously for the rest of the fuck. Finally, he made sure that Susan was coming. Nothing great, but she came. She sprayed a lot of juice, over his face -he'd returned to eating her-down his neck and torso, up along his face, just about everywhere. The juice was quickly turning sticky when Ralph suggested a shower. Susan was still laying and moaning.
"Come on," he persisted. "You'll feel a hundred per cent better."
"Oh, yeah, sure," said Susan. "I bet."
She complained, but he dragged her off to the shower. In the refreshing needle-point spray, they drenched their naked bodies and Ralph, naturally, gave Susan's tits a nice oral thrill. With the shower pouring down on them, he licked her titties and sucked on her nipples.
"Oh, Jesus," she moaned. "It's nice, Ralph. Like the old days in school."
"I know," he cooed, cupping her tit and sucking just the cherry red nipple. "I liked it a lot then, and I like it a lot now." He ran his tongue across her breast, in particular across the tip of the tittie.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" cried Susan. "It gets better and better."
Ralph slid a finger up her twat. He twirled, tugged, and flicked. The clit went sliding back and forth in erect ecstasy. "Hot fucking damn!" she jumped. Her legs flew apart, even though she was standing on slipperly shower tile. "You know," she said, watching Ralph's fingers jerk around in her cunt, "I like the way you do that."
She watched his fingers gouge her pussy, seek her clit, and rub. She watched him suck her tit as he went along. And all the time the hot shower splattered down around and on them and filled the stall with steam.
Susan espied a bar of soap and foamed her hands in it. She had plenty of suds on her fingers when she applied one hand to Ralph's exposed asshole. She slid her fingers softly up his asshole entrance, the soap lubricating the way, and jerked his anus muscle back and forth. He did the same for her, and also slid down her body and fucked her cunt with his oral muscle.
"Oh, fucking-A," she cried. "It's a ready clit I've got there!"
"So I noticed," said Ralph. "Why don't you bend over?"
She stooped and grabbed her ankles. Ralph got into position underneath her snatch and ate her until she came again. She was spraying a bit of juice, just a few drips more, when Ralph ceased his eating activity and turned off the shower.
"Oh, boy," she groaned at him, "that was awfully good, honey."
"Yeah," said Ralph, running his hands along her titties. "It was real good." He stroked her tits with his smooth wet palms and then got out of the shower.
She followed him and gave his cock, when she found the opportunity a moment later, a quick licking.
"You're still the best," grunted Ralph. "I wish you were with me instead of that Charley fellow you told me about."
"Sometimes," said Susan, "I feel the same way." She blushed and took to drying her hair.
CHAPTER 7
That night, much to his surprise, Charley found himself sleeping alone. He received a simple phone call from Susan: "I won't be there until tomorrow. I'll explain then." The line went dead.
It was then that he decided to take up Jan Dawsen on her offer. He would join her for the night. He climbed downstairs and knocked on the apartment door. Jan answered wearing only a sheer negligee. Her tits could be seen, ripe and large and firm under the see-through material. The nipples were large and protruded. The brown caps also extended upwards and they were big, the size of silver dollars.
"I'd like to take you up on your offer," said Charley. "I'm lonely and I'd like to stay with you." He glanced down along the folds of the negligee and found himself looking into Jan's only slightly covered bush. "Mmm," he said. "I'm more than lonely, too." He smiled. "I'm a little horny."
"Come in," said Jan. "I'm glad you came to me." She, too, smiled. "I feel the same way. This afternoon was kind of an appetizer, if you know what I mean."
"I thought it was a full meal," said Charley, "but now it's time for supper, not lunch."
She laughed, took his hand and kicked the door shut behind them. It locked automatically.
"You know," she said, escorting him to the couch, "this could get to be a regular thing if we're not careful."
"Would you mind?" he sincerely asked.
"Not at all." She ran her hand along his thigh, as if this alone would be some final proof of her point. "You know," she said, with her hand stroking his bulging crotch, "I like the way you ask me things. I like it when I get to touch you, too." She caressed his balls, his cock, through the trousers.
"Ahhh," he sighed, feeling his meat begin to stiffen. "Maybe I'd better get undressed."
"I think it would help," she said. "I'll watch this time."
Charley unbuckled his pants. He slid out of his trousers, but he left his underpants on. They covered a stiff piece of dick.
"What about the other stuff?" she asked eyeing the cotton projection. "Aren't you gonna take that off too?" She put both hands to the bulging underwear. "Your penis looks confined," she said.
"Come here," he directed her. He stood in front of her. She sat on the edge of her tattered sofa. Her hands were soft from careful care with lotions and creams and the like. She'd worked hard to take care of herself. He wanted her soft hands working in his crotch. "Come here."
She leaned closer and he took her hands and rubbed them up against his underwear. Her fingers were like the tentacles of an octopus. Involuntarily they grabbed and clung and hung onto his dick, through the fabric of his drawers. She pulled on the hardening prick: "I want to suck it," she said. "I want to suck your meat" Her face filled with blood. She blushed, smiled, and in earnest repeated herself. "Get it out so I can eat you."
"You take it out" he said, looking down on her red face. He reached up and turned out the light They were alone in the dark. The moonlight showed her to be soft in her negligee. She stood up for a moment and now that it was dark she kissed him on the lips. She could feel his cock rub up against her ample thighs, rubbing against her smooth skin even through the fabric of his underwear. The mushroom head probed her thigh and rubbed.
She slid her fine body out from underneath the nightgown. She was nude now and the big bulge pushed even harder against her leg. "I'm going to suck you off," she said. "I'm going to eat every inch of that prick meat of yours. You're going to love me forever because I'm going to eat you and lick you like you've never been eaten before. Did you know that?"
"Yeah," he said. "That's one reason I came here. Because I knew you'd suck me off the way I like it. Now get down on your knees again and start doing it." His eyes, even in the dark, were cold and definite. "It's time for you to do it"
She knelt between his legs and slid her hands up along his thighs. The hairs slid underneath her soft palms. She arrived sliding on the flesh against his hip bones. She was under his underwear and her thumbs had grazed against his balls. She smiled up at him. "I'm going to take your underwear off," she said. "So get ready."
"I'm ready," he said.
She slid her hands up under the underwear. She had a hold of the elastic belt portion, but from the inside. She tugged down and the underwear came down around Charley's knees with no trouble at all. As it went it rubbed against his pecker. His cock flew outwards bouncing in Jan Dawsen's face. She stopped it from bouncing by leaning the soft cheek of her face against it. The shaft slid up and down once more and then stopped. It was stationary and flat against her face. She palmed it to a standstill against her cheek.
"Mmmm," she cooed. "It's good to have a nice cock here. Just its being near to my mouth makes me happy." She leaned away so as to be able to pop the pecker meat into her oral cavity. The head of Charley's dick slid into her mouth. She gave him a preliminary wetting down. She licked the sides of the meat She used just her tongue to do in the shaft Her tongue tip poked gently at the balls below the phallus. The meat of the dick was pink, red, and blue. Blue where the fresh venous blood filled the pulsing reservoir on the topside of his shaft. Pink where the mushroom head filled with lust to be inside Jan's hot face.
"You know," said Charley, "I'm going to slide this dick in and out of your mouth until you come."
"Yes," said Jan. "It's going to be delicious." She liked to hear dirty words in his mouth. She liked him to talk to her like she was trash. It gave her a thrill that she didn't get in other places. It wasn't that she wanted always for a man to degrade her, but sometimes she enjoyed it. Mostly, however, she liked to have his cock rolling down her throat. And if degrading herself was what it took, she would be a part of that.
"Why don't you suck me off now?" he asked. "Put your lips around me and suck and eat."
She took his dick in her hand. The pecker had grown to monster proportions. She liked its hefty weight, its design, the arrow shape of the phallus. "Here," she said. She slid just the head of the pecker into her mouth. Her lips cupped the thing and slid it about. She had all of the meat she wanted, now, and it was easy to use her tongue, easy to fondle the stem with her mouth muscles, easy to get hot and bothered by having such a lovely hot stick to play with in her face. "Oh, God damn," she cried. The meat itself, stuffed in her mouth, was enough to get her panting, gasping, breathless.
"Are you o.k.?" asked Charley.
He slid his hands down to her shoulders. She was hot and sweaty. His dick was slippery in her mouth, slippery in her hands. She had properly prepared him for a super-orgasm. "It's going to be a great mouth fuck," he said. "Isn't it?"
"Oh, yes," she moaned. "It's going to be great." She used her hands now to tug on his dick. She made sure to caress the head and the rim of his meat, however, with just the tip of her tongue. "You know," she said when she went to take a breather from tonguing him in this manner, "I can't tell you what a thrill it is to have a nice hot cock like yours shoved up into my face. Nothing, except maybe when you eat me, turns me on so much. Did you know that?"
"It's nice," he said. "It's really nice." He reached down-and cupped her titties. One was clearly larger than the other. He took that one and tugged, brought her up to her feet He slid his face down on her chest and sucked at the bigger titty, the larger nipple. "Mmmmm," he hummed, happy to have such a fine full breast in his mouth. "This is what makes the world go around!" He used his free hand to fondle the other tit "It really gets us going, eh?"
"Oh, yes," she panted. She was flushed and heated. Her passions were taking over. Any man could have come along now and fucked her in the face or the asshole or up the cunt. It wouldn't have mattered. She was sexual putty, clay, to be molded and fucked silly. Her passions were irrational and ready to be used in every way imaginable. "Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me in the mouth, Charley!"
His hands slid down her belly and between her legs. His mouth followed. He toured her loins and slid his tongue down into the fleshy gulf. Her pussy opened up and prepared to pour out all sorts of juices. He swabbed her clit with his long muscular tongue. Her cunt began to pulse and gyrate. Her hips rocked and a moment later she was juicing all over the place.
"Jesus!" shouted Charley. "There you fucking go!"
"Oh, God! Ooooooh!" groaned Mrs. Dawsen. "That's so nice!" She unfolded her deep loins and smiled down at Charley. "It's good, baby doll," she said. "Very, very good."
Her orgasm was dwindling away when Charley jammed his pecker into her face. He let his legs slide down along her cheeks and his cock plunged downwards, into her throat.
"Mmmmm," she hummed. "I got this prick good." That was all she said because so much of the hot prick was in her face. Charley had just the right angle. His mushroom head slid between Jan's lips and there was every chance for her to do some fine work on his penis cap and shaft.
"Oooooh," she cooed. Nothing made her so happy as a nice big dick stuffed into her mouth. She sucked on the joy rod, pulled it with her fleshy lips, and used her hands to play around with Charley's bunghole. She worked hard to get him hot and pumping and grinding because she especially loved it when he was yanking his prick in and out of her face.
"Hot shit!" yelled Charley. "Now you got a good grip on me."
"Mmm," she agreed, tonguing the shaft from inside her mouth. "It's hard."
"You bet it is, baby," said Charley. He pushed his hips down into her face. His cock landed along the roof of her mouth, skimmed down further, past her tonsils, into her swallowing throat "You got it just right" said Charley. "Use those lips!"
Jan swiveled her head back and forth and her lips sucked away, up and down, on Charley's penis. His boner flesh was getting hot and stimulated, more and more slippery. "Oh, fuck!" he groaned. "Baby, you really know how to do me just right!"
"Mmmm," she agreed. Her face was red and sweaty. Charley reached a hand down and slid it along her tits. They were soft and moist, hot, ready for a little tweaking.
So, while Jan Dawsen ate his cock as best she could, Charley tugged and tweaked her nipples. One of the titties came right to attention. Then Charley proceeded to work on the other. It, too, after some probing, stood up. "There you go," he mumbled into Jan's twat, "you got your tits up and out now."
"Mmm," was all Jan uttered. After all, she had a big fat cock in her mouth. "Mmmmm, mmmmmmm," she hummed. She was sending nice little sound vibrations up and down Charley's stiff pecker.
"I like that hum job, baby. It's as good as the blow itself."
"Mmm," said Jan. She was concentrating on sucking the penis meat into a perfectly stimulated erection. She wanted to make sure that when Charley started supplying her face with hot sperm juice, that everything was just right
"You're doing great, baby," he mumbled. "A little more licking, eh?"
She smiled and opened her mouth. She used her hands to run a gentle pattern of stroking up and down the thick slippery shaft of his prick. She had to get herself in just the right position if she was going to lick his cock the way he wanted. She smiled and opened her mouth wide and took the cock out and held it by the base. She stared down the length of the cock tube.
"It's so pretty," she commented, glowing in her face. She was flushed and red, ready to go for the licking he wanted. "I like the way it has these little ridges in it, honey. It's beautiful meat"
"I'm glad you like my dick, babe," he said, cold and hard to her for a moment "but I like it even better when you suck it. Get the idea?"
No sooner had Charley said this than Jan Dawsen began to stretch her long tongue out toward the prick. She started with the tip of her mouth muscle at the base of his meat. Slowly she slid her tongue up along the shaft of his cock. When she arrived at the middle of the penis rod, she curled her tongue around the pole and went up to the rim in that position. The cock was circled with tongue flesh and it felt like a perfect slice of pussy had been applied to Charley's hot meat.
"That's it, babe," he encouraged her. "Just keep doing me like that and everything will be fine." he slid the dick meat up and down in the circle of tongue flesh. "Just keep me going."
She did, too. Keep him going. She went up and down his cock sliding her meaty little tongue so that he got the perfect stimulation. She used her tongue the way most people use a pencil to write a letter. She had perfect control with that slippery muscle and she wasn't about to let Charley get away with anything less than the best head job he ever had.
"How's that?" she asked, holding his dick next to her face. The warm penis meat glowed against her blushing cheek. "Good?"
"Great!" said Charley. He was excited. She could tell that any minute now his dynamite cock with the hot red cap would explode and shoot jism everywhere. "You know," he added, "I'd like a little more of that action."
"Sure thing, honey," she said. "Here you go.
She took the prick and this time wrapped her tongue around the mushroom head. She slid the broadside of her wet mouth muscle all along the tip of the pecker. There was no stopping her. She slurped and sloshed her meaty little tongue along the prick face. She made sure that the rim and the head itself received the most stimulating effects of her active mouth muscle. Then she sucked the entire head between her lips. She sucked on the head and used her lips to capture the prick in her mouth.
"O.k.," he said. "Now rub. Rub really soft and long with your lips."
She was happy to do him that favor. She used her hands to hold the meat in place. Her head rolled back and forth and as a result her lips served as a satin rubbing machine for the head of her new lover's cock. She rubbed back and forth and made sure to keep him wet with her saliva. His cock head flamed up, preparing for the up and coming orgasm.
"Oh, boy, good!" he moaned. "That's the way to do it!" His cock was itching with surging orgasmic energy. "It's gonna be soon."
"Tell me when," she said. "I'll swallow every drop of sperm juice you can give me."
"Mmmm," he mumbled. "I'll tell you."
Charley's prick was inflamed with desire. The satin tip had turned bright crimson. And the shaft itself was rolling with contractions preliminary to orgasm. His shifting balls were agitated and ready to burst.
"It's gonna be soon," she said, continuing to work on his cock with her long tongue. "Isn't it?"
"Yeah," was all that Charley said. He felt too good in his cock to have anything else to say. "It's bound to be soon."
"Mmm," she cooed, watching the meat curl into orgasm. "I can see you beginning to pulse."
"Go up and down," be ordered her. "Do it up and down."
She slid her lips onto the meat and clamped on a juicy hold. When she had the right soft slippery flesh, grip that her mouth could provide, she slid up and down his dick. Her face worked like a flesh machine, rotating, sliding, slipping up and down on his cock pole. "I love it," she hollered, removing her lips at one point. But a second later she was back on and sliding her face everywhere along his cock.
"It's good," he said. "I think you better get ready, though. Consider this a warning."
She began swallowing in advance of the flood of creamy juice soon to flow, into her face. She wanted to be sure that not one drop of the juice escaped.
He thrust his cock deep into her face and then held that position. "Mmmm," he grunted. "Smile baby."
With that he began to shoot his wad. The first squirt Jan was able to swallow without trying. The next three or four landed high in the back of her oral cavern. She managed to get the juice down, but it was hard to swallow in rhythm. The sperm was filling up her oral cavity too damn fast.
"Oh, God," grunted Charley.
His passion inspired Jan Dawsen to do her best to give him a good swallowing. She managed to get the rest of the come down her throat. Her legs were wobbling with excitement. It was as she swallowed the last few drops of the precious come that she realized that Charley had buried his face between her lovely soft thighs. The smooth flesh there pillowed his head and gave him someplace nice to put his tired head.
When it was all over Jan leaned down over Charley who now lay on his back. She worked around his groin. Her long tongue went everywhere. She wanted to be sure that he was good and clean. She licked out his loins, his balls, and took care to suck up the little pieces of hair and clit juice that were stuck here and there to his dick.
When she finished she lay her head back on his belly. "You know," she said, "that was a very nice oral fuck for us both."
"Was it good for you?" he asked.
"You bet it was," she said. "I always love to have a penis in my mouth. Without it, I go crazy."
"Did you ever come," asked Charley, "just from having a dick in your face?"
"Once," she said, "I came just from touching a dick. Does that answer your question?"
"I guess it does," said Charley. "I guess it does." He stroked her titties and then fell softly to sleep.
CHAPTER 8
The next afternoon, Susan returned from her tryst with Ralph. She was all smiles and cheery, happy to see Charley. "I told you I'd be back soon," she said, wagging her ass and slipping out of a short skirt she was wearing. In another five seconds she had her blouse off. She wandered the room in a bra and panties, shaking her boobs, her legs shimmering here and there.
"You know," said Charley, "if you're not careful I'm going to have to throw you down on the floor and rape you, you look so good."
She smiled and said: "That might be just what I had in mind." She laughed and sat down at the chair and table in the center of the room. Her smooth well-packed thighs slid against each other as she crossed her legs.
"You know, Charley," said Susan. "Sometimes I wonder about you."
"What do you wonder about?" he asked.
"Oh," she said, running her hands up the side of one length of smooth flesh thigh. "Things. I wonder about things."
"What kind of things?" asked Charley. He scratched his balls, itched his cock and then put his hands behind his head. He was stretched out in bed, comfortable, and he was thinking to himself that if there was some sucking or fucking to be done, he'd rather it were in bed with him on his back, than on the floor under the table or wherever else Susan might have been thinking.
"I've wondered," continued Susan, her lovely flesh all chills and goose bumps, but supple, "whether or not we're really cut out for each other the way we said we were."
"Take off your bra," said Charley, not moving a bit.
"What?"
"I think this would be a better conversation if you took off your bra. That way I could see your tits and your nipples bounce a little while you talk. It would be like having a barometer to tell whether or not you were telling me the truth. When your titties turned red, I'd know that you were hot, when they're soft and not chilled, then I'd know that you're not interested in what's happening. A kind of 'lay detector' or lust thermometer, eh?"
"Oh, sure," she said, not believing a word of this. But she did take off her bra. Her lovely titties hung softly against her chest. The nipples were already erect, standing up like little tin soldiers, and she was blushing in her chest, too, hot and red and feverish. "Mmmm," she said. "I feel better this way."
She still sat with her hands and arms on the table and her legs crossed. Now, however, her tits drooped into the picture and gave Charley something more to think about: mostly the fact that pretty damn soon he would suck up those lovely pink nipples and those big dark caps, too.
"Nice," he said. "Now we can have a civilized conversation."
Susan laughed. "Where were we?"
"You were wondering," said Charley, noting that a splotch of damp had appeared on the chair under Susan's crotch, "whether or not we were cut out for each other."
Susan unfolded her legs and Charley could see that she was leaking profusely from her cunt into her silk drawers. Her legs were toward him, the bush in the center staring him in the face at a distance of about five feet. He could smell her womanly aroma filling the room.
"That's right," she said finally. "I was wondering if you still think we're a perfect match or what." She wasn't looking at him. Her eyes were wandering down the sheets, skimming across his form in the covers. She was wondering about his big cock, whether or not it was hard, how she would fit it into her face once more. "You know what I mean?" she asked.
"Sort of," said Charley. He thought back to Jan Dawsen's fine lean bush and the lovely succulent cunt underneath, the clitoris he'd so lovingly sucked on. Then he thought about Susan's pretty twat and how he had always tongued her right to orgasm and had loved every minute of it. He was torn between the two women and the two great oral fucks they'd given him.
"Let me put it this way," said Charley. He eyed her legs, checked out the smooth feverish flesh crawling with chill, and said: "I think we're both pretty hot for each other still. And I think it would be a mistake not to be fucking each other in the mouth for a while."
"Yeah," said Susan. She was no longer able to control her urge to join Charley at his bedside. She saddled up next to him and lay a breast next to his face. "There," she said, "is one tit for such a nice thought."
Charley took the nipple of the tit and slid it up between his lips. His oral desires for the rest of the breast increased and soon he had half the tit soaked with his tongue and his mouth. "Ahhh," he hummed on the breast. "It's a good tit for licking!" He stroked the breast up and down with his long narrow tongue. He had the nipple sticking straight up in the air, begging for more.
"Oh, God," groaned Susan. "It's so nice to have you sucking me off like this." She watched Charley working diligently at sucking her tit into a passionate erect state. When he had the one nipple going fine, he started on the other breast. He reached up and pulled the titty toward himself. The nipple from the second breast landed directly in his oral cavity. He sucked it right up, pulled the nipple into his mouth, and tongued it several times with the broadside of his mouth muscle.
"Mmmm," moaned Susan, "good. I like that." She watched him, looked down, and saw that he was licking not just the sides of the nipple, but also the mound of flesh below. He was covering her soft creamy titty with plenty of saliva and suck.
"God damn," said Charley, pulling back for a moment, "there certainly is a lot of your tit to lick and suck."
"All the better to please you with," said Susan. She smiled, blushed and then pushed both tits up against Charley's face. "Don't you just love it?!"
"Yup," he moaned into the cleavage between the two tits. "I do love it." He licked her chest and she slithered upwards, rubbing her nipples on his forehead. He kissed her belly and her navel and held onto her by the sides of her body, by her trim hips. She was squatting over his chest and he could see her wet bush through the silken underwear. "You know," he said, "it's going to be difficult to tease that cunt of yours into orgasm while you're wearing that underwear. You know what I mean?"
She smiled and climbed off of his chest. She slid out of the panties and back up onto his hairy, muscular chest. Now her naked bush, wet and pulsing and open, spread out in front of him and he looked directly into the dark pinkish flesh lips of the pussy itself. "Hot damn," he moaned, smelling the aroma of her fresh cunt, "there it is!" He lifted one hand and stuck a finger up into the pussy. He didn't even bother with preliminaries like playing with the flappy lips around the outside, or kissing her loins. He merely drilled her right off with his digit, and finger fucked her for a minute or two.
She slid down along his chest on her bent knees and ended up with his cock in her face and her cunt in his mouth. She had pulled him down along the bed a bit, too, so that she could have more leg room. Once she'd accomplished this, however, her mind turned strictly to sex. She concentrated on giving and getting the best oral fuck yet.
"Oh, Jesus! Fuck!" she cried the moment Charley's tongue went searching down into her liquid twat tube. "I don't know what I was talking about before. I must have been out of my head. You know what I mean?"
"No, no," said Charley. "You just concentrate on my penis and everything will be hunkey dory."
"Yeah," she said, sliding her hands around the base of his meat. She picked it up by the stem and rubbed the head of his dick at her lips. She opened her mouth slightly and rubbed the penis cap on her lower lip in particular. The muscle of his sex pulsed and the cap jumped up into her face. She pulled him back out and took to licking on his cockhead for a moment or two. She had a long reddish tongue with a soft point at the end. She used it well, too, going here and there under the rim, along the shaft, dipping down into the hot nut nest and taking hold of a testicle every now and then too. "Mmmm," she hummed, happy to have his sex member muscle in her face and for her pleasure and joy again, "do like to suck you Charley. I really do."
With that she doused the hot pecker in her saliva filled face. Her mouth worked like a liquid incubator with muscles. And the muscles were soft, slicked even than the muscles and slippery insides of a cunt. She used these organs in her mouth to insure Charley of the best head yet. She sucked and slurped and gave him everything she could with her delicious mouth. There was no way that he would not enjoy this particular blow job, Susan was making sure of that.
"Hot fucking damn!" wailed Charley between her legs. "You give the best head!"
"Mmmm," she cooed. "I like to do it, Charley. Especially with your prick." She began to think back to what it had been like to suck Ralph's cock. She liked being eaten by Ralph, too. It was always exact and lovely. Charley was different. He would get carried away, passionate, and he would eat her out until she came all over the fucking place. "Mmmm," she cooed again out loud. "That's good!"
Charley had begun to tongue her cunt. He'd started by peeling open the lips of her vagina. Then he had slid his tongue up and down the slit itself. The opening was wet and juicy, the lips slender and ready for a good sucking and eating. Charley nibbled on the delicious folds of meat on the outside of Susan's cunt. He could slide his tongue in any time he wanted. But the best part was the kissing. He would kiss and pucker up around one or another cunt flap. Then he would pound his tongue into the twat hole and make sure to get plenty of juice. And with his wet hot tongue he would spread juice all along the outside of the pussy. He had ease juice on her legs, in her loins, on her lips, on the top of her pelvic bone, in the hairs, everywhere.
"Uuuuummph," she groaned and grunted. "You're getting me wet everywhere."
"You know it, baby," he sighed. "It's the only way."
"Mmmm."
"Ahhhh," he said, making a special stroke to her pussy lips. "You like that?"
"I love it," she groaned. "I love it, I love it, I love it."
"Goooood," he moaned, sliding his face down between the heavenly legs. "Get ready for more." He slopped his tongue down into the bush crevice. He drilled her full of tongue meat.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "It's just so perfect. Keep it coming like that. It feels just perfect'"
He sloshed his tongue between the two pussy walls. At once he felt the clit becoming erect. He could detect the stiffening button of flesh with every stroke of his mouth muscle. Soon the thing protruded so far into the canyon tube that it was senseless to rub anything other than the pussy cock itself. He nibbled away, then, taking the pussy meat between his lips and sliding it back and forth. He made sure to keep it well-lubricated with his own saliva, with juice from the cunt itself.
"Oh, shit," grunted Susan. "It's going to be a fucking gusher, this one is!" Her legs wobbled open further. She was shaking with excited trembling caused by her sexual desires increasing. Her smooth loins were heated, feverish, begging for more stimulating rubbing and kissing. "Do my legs," she moaned. "Give me some loving in my legs!"
Charley didn't want to take his tongue out of her delicious meaty pussy, so he used his hands to rub down her loins. He started from the insides of her legs near her pussy and slowly but surely kneaded the flesh in her loins and along the tops of her thighs. He made sure to move cautiously along the tops of her legs, along the smooth well shaven flesh that felt so much like suede or satin. She had the softest thighs he could remember feeling.
"Oh, God," she grunted. "That's the way. Do it more with your tongue though."
Charley had gotten so carried away with Susan's lovely comely thighs that he had neglected to continue eating her cunt with the ardent desire he had earlier shown. But now, with Susan's legs well under control, he took again to eating out her pussy. He located the throbbing clit meat-it wasn't difficult to find since the thing was erect and raring to go- and he gnawed on it lightly with his front teeth.
"Oh, shit me around!" wailed Susan. "That's the way alright!" She jumped her legs up and sandwiched his ears between her soft leg loin flesh, "Hot fucking shit!" she grunted. "Just right!"
"Good," groaned Charley. "I love to make you come this way. It gives me a kick to have you shooting off that ease juice in my face."
"Get ready, then," she sighed. "Because pretty soon I'm gonna flood this place."
"Great," said Charley. "That's the best!" He dove back into Susan's lovely juicing twat hole. He filled the liquid tube with his muscular tongue. He didn't give her a minute to rest or recover. He wanted to take advantage of the new high she was having. He wanted her to come the way he imagined she deserved it He used his tongue the way he might have used his cock were he fucking her that way instead of with his mouth. He jammed his prick-tongue in and out of her pussy hole. He made sure to fill her up with plenty of mouth muscle. She loved it and showed her appreciating emotions by jumping her pelvis up and down in ecstasy. She was a deeply passionate juicing woman. Her cunt opened and closed quickly as his tongue thrust in and out.
"Oh, Christ on a fucking bicycle!" she wailed. "Give it to me hard. Rub hard, Charley. I like it like that!"
"Yeah," he said, taking a short breather. He watched her pussy rolling in gyrating shivers and opening and closing, contracting and expanding while his tongue recuperated strength for the big killing to take place. "Are you really ready for more of this hot tongue?" he asked.
"You know I am," she begged him. "Give it to me all the way. I want to juice everywhere. I wanna come! Give it to me hard and make sure I don't stop coming forever!"
"I'll try," said Charley softly. "I'll really try." He slid his tongue back into the liquid breach and began to eat Susan the way he'd never eaten her before. He couldn't help but wonder if it wouldn't have been better to stay with Jan Dawsen, the experienced slightly older woman with the cunt so willing to come with just a touch of his tongue.
"Ahhhhh, fuck," jammed Susan. "My pussy is so fucking hot right now! Your tongue is operating like a big cock!" She hammered her hips up into his face and his tongue bore down, drilled in, got ready for the pussy squeeze just around the corner. He could feel the bend in her tunnel, the gentle slope as it traveled slightly upwards and then dropped down, back behind the cervix. He pulled his mouth muscle back out of the vaginal canal and began to work on just the clit muscle. He wanted to make sure that this final sucking would get Susan rolling through orgasm.
"Oh, fuck!" she cried as his lips clamped down on her clit meat "It's going to happen soon!"
"Yeah, good," he said. Now he decided to ignore everything except her pussy's clit meat. He nibbled on the thing, tongued it, sucked it, flicked it with his mouth muscle, lipped it swabbed it and probed and prodded. Soon she was orgasmic
"Ahhhhh," she sighed in relief. "You've done it'?
The juice poured out of her gushing pussy. There was no stopping her. Charley started to lift his face, but Susan's hands came down in a flash on the back of his head. She pushed him down between her legs and squeezed on his ears with her loins. She made sure that he didn't have a chance to stop sucking out her cunt right now. She wanted him heavy into it not just getting her off, but getting himself off from eating her. It worked, too.
"Oh, shit," he moaned, his face soaking with ooze. "You're coming all over the place!"
"I told you," she said softly, whispering through orgasm. She was continuing to come in his face. His circumcised cock was getting bigger and bigger in her face, harder and harder. Soon she couldn't resist it. Even as she rolled with the chills of orgiastic ecstasy, she took hold of his penis meat with her lips and sucked him down into her face. She held him in place by using her lips along the rim of the mushroom cap. In this manner, each time that Charley tried to pull his cock out of Susan's face, his cockhead flipped on the sides of her mouth, on her lips. The sensation was terrific, as though he were rubbing his dick against two pieces of clit meat, one on the top lip, the other on the bottom.
"Hot shit!" he wailed. "You know how to treat it right, babe. You really do."
Her lips sucked him down into her face. His rod floated down and disappeared into her mouth tube. She had every bit of his meat sucked up into her face. She could make him come just by squeezing a little hard at the right moment. Suddenly, she let .loose of his dick and said, "I want to give you something else before I make you come. What do you say?"
"You're the party planner," he said. "Anything you want to do is fine with me."
"Turn over," she said.
He rolled over onto his belly. She followed him with her open mouth. She used her hands and spread his thighs apart. The backs of his ass folded open.
"Mmmmm," she rolled her tongue around her lips. "This is going to be good. Very, very good. Just the kind of oral fuck to your asshole that you need." She rubbed her hands in an invisible soap and water and then descended toward the target area, Charley's bunghole.
"Yiowzer," he hollered, "that's a nice feel alright. Just go easy, eh?"
"Don't worry," reassured Susan. "I'll take care of everything."
And that she did. She splayed her tongue across Charley's buttocks. First she did one cheek, then the other. She went methodically about the task of doing his asshole up right. She made sure to wet down each cheek. Then she folded the fine firm ass flaps open. She searched around in the hairy dark to find the right angle for entering the hole with her tongue. She wanted to make sure that everything felt especially good for Charley. She felt that if she gave him a good asshole reaming with her tongue that he might love her that much more.
"Mmmm," moaned Charley, "I like the feel of your tongue wetting me down."
"Good," she said. "If one thing feels better than another let me know and I'll concentrate on doing that."
"For sure," said Charley. "Right now things couldn't be better than the way you're doing it."
"Good," she said. She drilled down into his iris muscle with her tongue. She shot her mouth muscle in deep, making sure as she did to bury a good portion of her tongue in the hairy little asshole. "It's nice in here," she said. "I kind of like the idea of hiding my mouth muscle in your bunghole."
"Bugger on," said Charley. "Keep up the good work."
His ass hadn't been reamed so thoroughly in some time. "I like that reaming you do baby," he found himself saying again. Her tongue wandered here and there inside the shit canyon, and she was always sure to lick him up just right before she left the hole. Finally, she stroked the ass crease one last time, up and down, and kissed his butt. Then she sat up out of his asshole.
"And how'd you like that?" asked Susan, all smiles. Her face was beaming. She loved anything to do with oral fucking-Charley's asshole, his cock, his mouth, it all made her turned on and hot and horny. "How you doing?" she asked.
He rolled over and pointed to his prick: "Look at that and you tell me."
Charley's cock had grown another inch or two. It was fatter and hotter than it was before Susan had begun to ream him. "It's lovely," she said. "And irresistible, too."
Her lips puckered. Her face blushed crimson. She dove for the meat, her mouth open, and buried it in her face. "Mmm," she hummed, sucking away on the lollipop penis. "Yum, yum, yum." She slapped and smacked it with the tight grip of her clasping wet lips. "Very, very good," she muttered, taking a breath and then returning to lapping with her tongue at the cock muscle. "What a sex you are, Charley. What a great cock!" She stroked the penis meat and used her lips to tug on the mushroom head. The cap had grown fatter and thicker, even in the time that she used to suck him off. "I can't believe how big and thick this tool is. It's gonna be a big orgasm. I can tell already." She slid the monster pole down her throat
Charley could feel every muscle in Susan's mouth working on his dick. She even started to milk him, well before he was ready to give her any juice.
"Ahhhh," said Charley, totally feverish and ready to start thrusting his prick into Susan's face and throat. "That's the way to suck me off, Susan. That's just right." He watched her sliding lips work their way onto the stem of his dynamite rod. Slowly but surely she made her way, like a snail, down to the base of his prick. She had all of his penis in her face, deep in her throat, and there was no telling how much more of him she might swallow. Her mouth seemed to have a limitless capacity for accepting hot cock.
"Wow!" exclaimed Charley. "Keep taking it in.
She swallowed so much of his prick that it looked like she might be able to fit in one of his balls, too. But he knew that was impossible. He lay back and enjoyed the pleasure he was getting in his dick from having her sucking lips and hot oral cavity work his rod into a furious sexual high.
"You know," he said, seeing how well she worked to lip and lick his meat," you must really prefer this to anything."
"If I can do it with my mouth," she said simply, holding his cock next to her smooth face, "then I like it."
"Yeah," said Charley. He reached down and took her face. He brought her up close to him and kissed her on the lips. He gave her his tongue and then he pushed her up against the wall next to his bed. He shoved her back down a little and straddled her full chest Her tits were under the backs of his thighs while he sat on her, close to her face. His sword bobbed in front of her lips.
"Now," he said, "I want you to eat me." He shoved his prick forward into her mouth. She didn't mind the sadism involved. She'd have, in fact sucked him off while lie chained her up if that was what he wanted. But now, all of a sudden, he became especially forceful. He shoved his prick hard into her face, thrust it like he would have shot an arrow or a ramrod. He pushed his meat down into her face and she had no choice but to open her mouth and take as much of the meat as would fit in.
"Awk," she complained. "It's too big and you're pushing too hard."
"Eat it," he said. "Just fucking eat it."
"Charley," she complained as he tried to continue to put the pecker into her mouth, "what's the matter? You never acted like this before?!" The cock shoved against her lip and she couldn't speak any longer.
"So what if I never did this before," he retorted. "Just take my cock down your face and give me some head. No questions, eh?" He pouted, pushed his meat, like a giant cannon, into her open oral cavity. "Take that!" He thrust the wedge of phallus organ into her mouth.
Her lips clamped down and she sucked him.
"Suck harder," he commanded.
She tried to slip her mouth on and off of the meat, in order to give him some slippery pleasure.
"Suck," he said. "I said suck!"
She lipped and licked his meat. She didn't want to aggravate him now. He was in an excited state and his prick was flying down her mouth. She was supposed to suck him off and cure him of the hot lusty passion he was expressing. She sucked harder and longer and she took more and more of his giant ramrod powerhouse meat into her hot little mouth. She sucked him down her oral tube and gave him the thrill he was looking for. She milked him with her sucking muscles and pretty soon he started shooting hot jism down her throat. He kept her head nailed to the wall. He shot the sperm juice as quickly and as hard as he could into her face. He was relentless in his thrusting action, too. He pounded his meat into Susan's face and once he even bashed her head against the wall because he'd gone ahead so fast into her willing but tired face. There was a loud crash.
"Suck!" he hollered. "Suck hard!"
She sucked and milked his dick.
"Just the head," he complained.
She lipped just the head and snagged the rim with her lips. The mushroom head poured steaming milk come into her face. She swallowed, with his hands holding her ears and his cock jammed into her face. She sucked him off, and though no one could have proven it, this last act was a kind of oral rape.
When it was over Susan pretended not to be slighted by the violence at all. She pulled away from the wall and looked down on Charley who lay moaning and breathless, his cock dripping come and red with exhaustion. "How are you?" she asked gently. She stroked, using one finger, his limp meat. It was still long, but it was not hard.
"I'm fine," he moaned. "How are you?"
"I'd like to lick off the rest of that come," she volunteered. "Would you mind?" She was smiling. No man in the entire world would have minded.
He smiled back and said: "Go ahead. I'd kind of like that."
She leaned down and took to licking off his sticky penis. She nibbled and gnawed on the soft edges of the cock shaft, taking off all the excess come and drying jism. "Mmmm," she said. "Yum, yum, yum."
"You really do like a hot pecker meat, don't you?" he said with a sly smile."
"You know it," she said. Then she stretched out her tongue and took a big long lick of his big long penis. It was getting hard and it looked like they might start sucking and mouth fucking again.
CHAPTER 9
A couple of days later, when Jan Dawsen had not seen Charley and she had become, as a result, seriously horny, she decided to take the initiative. She mounted the small winding staircase leading up to his apartment and knocked a couple of times at the door.
She was starting away from the silent room when she heard someone inside call back in a sleepy voice: "Who's there?"
Jan was going to keep going down the stairs because the voice belonged to a woman. But she stopped, recounted her steps and ended up at the door saying: "It's a friend for Charley. Is he in?"
Susan rolled out of bed in her slip. She wondered what woman would be calling on Charley. She was a little jealous when she opened the door the length of a chain lock and spied the lovely Jan Dawsen. She made a point of showing Jan her naked shapely thigh when she said: "Charley's not here. What do you want?"
"I just wanted to talk to him," said Jan Dawsen, the slightly older and more experienced woman. "Nothing special." She started away from the door, down the stairs.
"Hey," said Susan, "wait a second." She unlocked the chain on the wall and opened the door. "Come back here. I want to talk to you."
"And if I don't want to talk to you?" suggested Mrs. Dawsen in a sweet voice.
"Wait a second," said Susan. "It's not the way you think it is. Really, it isn't. Come on back."
Mrs. Dawsen was convinced. She mounted the last three stairs up again and entered the small apartment. Susan closed and latched the door behind them. She took a seat back in the bed and Mrs. Dawsen took the chair at the table. "Well?" she asked. "What did you want to talk about?"
"Well," said Susan. "Can I be frank with you? Can I talk in earnest with you, from one woman to another?"
"Sure," said Mrs. Dawsen. She crossed her legs and a length of slender calf showed. She had on a long skirt and a halter top. She was as pretty as ever. "Go ahead."
"Well," began Susan, folding and playing with the covers on the bed. "It's like this. There's another man who I get it on with every now and then. I like both Charley and Ralph-Ralph's the other guy-and I don't know what to do. I think we should all get together, but somehow it never happens. I don't know."
"Maybe," said Mrs. Dawsen, starting to get up, "you ought to talk to Charley about it."
"No, wait," said Susan, getting up and taking Mrs. Dawsen by the arm. "There's something else." Her eyes were sparkling and she was blushing. "I want to try something else, just to make sure, you know?"
"It's like that, is it," said Mrs. Dawsen, looking down at the grip on her arm.
"Well, it's worth a try. If you and I," continued Susan, "hit it off, then we could all get together. You know what I mean?"
"Yes."
"I mean, I know for a fact that Charley likes you. It would be a way for all four of us to spend some time together. I think you'd like Ralph, too. Want to try?"
"Sure," said Mrs. Dawsen. "Why not?" She slid out of her halter top and her lovely creamy breasts surprised young Susan.
"You have pretty tits," said Susan, staring.
"Would you like to touch them?" asked Mrs. Dawsen.
"Yes." But she still only stared.
Mrs. Dawsen reached out and took Susan's hand. She spread the fingers across one of her full boobs. Susan's palm caressed the erect nipple. "Mmmm," they both hummed. "It's a nice feel."
"Yes," said Mrs. Dawsen. "It certainly is." She led Susan by the hand to her other tit. As she did she said: "It's even better for sucking. Did you know that?"
Susan blushed significantly. "Yes," she said, "I guess it would be." She smiled and then leaned forward. Mrs. Dawsen took her head around the ears. She pressed her face against her titty. She pressed Susan's luscious mouth, the thick hot lips and her young lusty tongue against her furious breast nipples. "Suck," she said. "Go ahead, Susan. Suck."
Susan licked the little titty nipple. She sucked it up into her face and used it to spread open her lips. She treated it like a miniature cock. She wanted to be good for the older woman, she didn't know why, but she wanted to be good. She used her tongue and her lips and she sucked and licked the nipples and the breasts. She covered the tits with a thin coat of saliva and when she was exuberant to have given a kind of good sucking to the tits, she leaned her soft cheek and rested against the slightly older woman's bosom.
"It's nice to be with you," said Susan. "You're warm and friendly."
"It's nice to be with you, Susan," said Mrs. Dawsen. She ran her hands through Susan's long thick hair. "Mmmm," she sighed, "You have soft hair, Susan. I like to touch you." She stroked Susan's face and applied her lips to Susan's mouth. "Kiss me," she said. "Make it good and for real."
Susan opened her mouth and supplied Mrs. Dawsen with plenty of tongue. The two women embraced, Mrs. Dawsen with her nude upper torso pressing against Susan's night gown. But it wasn't that way for long. Mrs. Dawsen made sure of that. She slid her hand down under Susan's thin clothing and sought out a tit. Then she slid up the dressing gown and pulled it off over Susan's shoulders. Now both women were nude. They pressed against each other in serious, furious melting heat. Their tits touched, their lips were moist and sucking on each other as they kissed and embraced and their tongues wandered here and there licking and tasting each other's bodies.
"Oh, Jesus, God!" grunted Mrs. Dawsen. "It's so damn good Susan. I'm thinking it's going to work out just right."
"Me, too," said Susan. She was breathless and panting and her hands were wandering to Mrs. Jan Dawsen's asshole. "I want to eat you," she begged. "Let me have your cunt in my face!"
She climbed up on the bed and spread her legs and opened her mouth. Mrs. Dawsen obliged the younger woman by climbing up onto the bed. But first she took off the rest of her clothes.
When she mounted Susan it was gently done. She slid her pussy up over Susan's mouth. Instantly, the younger girl supplied her tongue. It took literally no effort to open up the pussy and push in the tongue. She slid her mouth muscle into the woman's cunt and searched for the clit. She was surprised when she found it and discovered the thing to be so large.
"You have an awfully nice clitoris," said Susan. "I sort of like the idea of sucking you off this way."
"Mmmm, good," said Mrs. Dawsen. She was doing her own reconnaissance mission down in Susan's hot little twat hole. She'd found her way past the fertile bush garden and now she was investigating the cunt meat within. She had a nice look at the deep liquid canyon when she discovered the pussy meat button she was looking for. She shot her tongue down and drilling into the little piece of meat mumbled: "Mmmm. Yum, yum."
"Oh, God!" cried Susan, realizing that she'd been discovered. "You've got my clit now, don't you? Oh fucking-A shit!"
Mrs. Dawsen's control was incredible. She was a master. She pampered the clit meat for a moment or two, but then she took to treating it like a miniature penis. She stroked it up and down, nibbled and chewed, turned the piece of clit meat into a springy piece of sex muscle flesh. She finally had the meat erect and the pussy gushing with juice when Susan yelled: "Oh, fuck me around! That's great!"
Both women were gyrating their bodies into each other. Susan's cunt would bounce up into Mrs. Dawsen's face and her pussy muscles would try grabbing onto the tongue there. Then Mrs. Dawsen's pussy would get excited and leap into Susan's face. They buried themselves in each other's genitals and tried to get the perfect orgasm by having a delightful little mouth fucking.
"Jesus," moaned Susan, as she came closer and closer to flooding her own twat with ease juice. "I'm getting hotter and hotter. What's going to happen?"
"You'll come, just like you always do when Charley eats you out. What do you think?"
But Susan wasn't thinking at all. She'd gone sky high, rocketing into the orgasmic clouds. She was spraying juice everywhere under the squirming, worm-like action of Mrs. Dawsen's powerful tongue.
"Fucking-A!" she hollered. "It's perfect fucking weather!"
Jan had no idea what this meant, but she continued to eat away at the gushing pussy hole. The juices and the meat combined together to make a tasty pie well-worth finishing off.
"Hot fucking damn!" grunted Mrs. Dawsen. "You have a nice little hot wet tube here, Susan. I'm going to eat you into a lather."
Susan was hollering and panting and gasping for breath. She was so taken away by the orgasmic feelings in her pelvis that her flesh was beginning to crawl with chills and goose-bumps. Her hairy wet pussy, filled with Mrs. Dawsen's flapping tongue, throbbed with ecstasy. The milking muscles of her cunt went right to work and soon both women were rolling around in sexual frenzy, their heated bodies glowing like burning embers.
"Oh, God damn fuck!" cried Susan into Mrs. Dawsen's pussy. "It's a really good mouth fuck for us both, hey?!?"
"Yeah," said Mrs. Dawsen. "I'm really hot though."
"It's good," said Susan. She slid her tongue down deep inside Mrs. Dawsen's mouthwatering cunt. Ardently, she stroked the twat hole with her agile mouth muscle. She licked the walls, the flapping lips surrounding the vagina, and the hole itself. Soon Mrs. Dawsen had her legs tied in a bow around Susan's face.
"Give it to me!" cried Mrs. Dawsen. "Rub harder! Stuff me up good!" She rolled back on her spine and shoved her bush up toward Susan's working mouth. "Give it to me good, babe!"
Susan happily reamed out the twat hole with her tongue. She sucked up the juice and the soft lips; her tongue drilled deeper and deeper.
"Oh, fuck me with your tongue!" wailed Mrs. Dawsen. "You know your shit, honey! You really do!" She bent her legs at the knees. Her soft loins and the smooth tops of her thighs were angled up toward her cute knees. Her pussy, smothered with Susan's tongue, gushed out ooze in every direction: down below the stuff dripped out, up above Susan slurped at it, from the sides the juice oozed.
"Good God!" cried Mrs. Dawsen. "It feels so fine!"
"Yeah," slurped Susan. "It feels good to lick it, too."
"Mmmm," grunted Jan. "I love it so much!"
"Hot shit!" exclaimed Susan. She had spied the clit, erect, throbbing, ready for touching and eating. "Get ready, Mrs. Dawsen," she warned. "I'm a comin' to get that clit meat right now!"
Susan dove down into the hole. She nibbled and gnawed and ganged up on the erect sex button. The clitoris jittered with thrill while Susan's tongue dangled and rubbed and jabbed and probed up against it.
"Oh, fuck me over!" screeched Mrs. Dawsen. "You got that meat going, eh?"
"Mmmm," creamed Susan. "Love it!" She slurped in at the little erect meat. "It's juicy and raring to split open!" She ate the meaty clitoris as though she'd never had cock or cunt before in her life. "Mmmm," she groaned and moaned and panted. "Yum, yum, yum."
Mrs. Dawsen's face turned crimson. She was so feverish and so close to orgasm, right on the brink in fact, that she had become oblivious to everything going on around her. She even stopped eating Susan's pussy and lay back waiting to come all together. She felt like she was going to explode. "Ahhhh, oooooh, fuuuucckk!" she grunted.
Then she shot off. She came. Her juices sprayed everywhere. It wasn't a short orgasm. It was a long, rolling, hip weaving, face squashing, loin sweating, clit tweaking heart throbbing climax. "Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck my cunt!" She rolled off and away from Susan. She lay over at the side wondering when she might come back to her senses. She watched beautiful colors pass before her eyes. She had come like an atom bomb exploding. "Jesus!" she moaned. "Fuck!"
"Looks like you really got off there, Mrs. Dawsen," said Susan. "I mean I never saw anyone get so carried away."
Mrs. Dawsen continued to pant for air. Her lungs and her big boobs heaved up and down. The nipples were cherry red and her complexion was flushed and heated. She breathed long deep inhales and exhales in order to catch up with herself.
"I mean that was really something for yon, eh?" repeated Susan who had never seen a mature passionate woman in climax.
"Yes," said Mrs. Dawsen finally, ready to talk again. "That was just about perfect. I enjoyed that."
"You think we'll be able to work something out?" asked Susan in her young and anxious voice.
"Work something out?" repeated Mrs. Dawsen. "What do you mean?"
Susan sat on her knees in front of Mrs. Dawsen. Now she leaned down and with her eyes staring into Mrs. Dawsen's face she kissed Jan's cunt. "I mean," she said, coming up again, "do you think you'll go along for the idea of Ralph and Charley and you and I all getting together? For a big oral fuck? That's what I mean." She shook her young tits. The nipples bounced. She let her tongue travel in a circle around her lips, and she imagined what it would be like to suck out a cunt and two cocks at the same time-because that's what it would be like if Mrs. Dawsen agreed, and Charley, too, to the idea of a group oral fuck.
"Well," said Mrs. Dawsen. She started to say something, but Susan stroked her pussy and her legs.
"You know," said Susan, "I think you have very pretty long legs." She rubbed the older woman's thighs and the inside of the thighs, the still hot and moist loins.
"I think we'll be able to work something out," said Mrs. Dawsen, her face blushing with sexual fever and heat. "And if we don't, at least you and I will have to meet again." She smiled and watched the young girl continue to work on her legs and her belly. "You have a nice touch," she said. "Very nice."
"Thank you," said Susan. "I like to touch you, too. Ralph says I have a nice touch, also." She stretched her hands upwards and cupped Mrs. Dawsen's full set of large tits. She tweaked the nipples and smiled. "Do you like that?"
"I like it all," said Jan Dawsen. "I love it all."
"Mmmm," mumbled Susan. She shook her titties at Mrs. Dawsen. "Would you want to suck my breasts off for a while? Just for fun and just for a minute?"
"All oral pleasure is for me," said Jan. She sat up on her knees and took one of Susan's tits into her mouth. She used her tongue to lick the nipple.
She was about to move to the other breast and then up to Susan's face, to give her a good portion of her long French tongue, but there was a knocking at the door.
"Jesus fuck!" hollered Susan. "Did that ever scare me!!"
"Just a minute," said Jan Dawsen. "Who's there?"
"It's me," said a man's voice. "Let me in."
Both Susan and Jan Dawsen recognized the man's voice. It belonged to Charley.
CHAPTER 10
The two women scurried like spiders making a web around the room cleaning up and dressing themselves. Before ten seconds had passed, Mrs. Dawsen sat comfortably in the chair at the table in the center of the room, and Susan was answering the door. She gave a last look at Jan and then winked and opened the door: "Hello, Charley," she said in a sweet voice.
Charley figured out the situation immediately. He didn't know what the girls had been doing, but he did know they'd been talking. He sat down on the bed. "So, you've met," he said to Jan and Susan.
"Yes," said Jan. "I think you have very good taste."
"Me, too," said Susan.
The fact that neither of the women were jealous frightened Charley. If one of them had been angry-or even both of them-that would be natural. But the sickly sweet attitude frightened him. "Say," he started, "what goes on here?"
He was waiting for one of the women, both of whom were looking at each other, to say something when he adjusted his hand and ended up putting it down in something wet. "What the hell?" he mumbled to himself. But then, looking down and seeing the spot and smelling the aroma in the room, he suddenly knew what had been going on. "So," he said, "I have good taste, eh?"
Both girls were blushing and looking at each other and at Charley. "Come over here you two, both of you."
Mrs. Dawsen came and sat down next to Charley, under his right arm. Susan sat under the left. "Now," he said, looking from one to the other of them, "suppose you tell me how we're going to work this out."
"Well," said Susan, "we can do it any way you like."
"But" said Mrs. Dawsen, "there is one further complication."
Charley let his hand drift to Jan's right tit around her shoulder and down to the nipple there. He let his southpaw hand fall on Susan's left tit. Thus he had a nipple to tweak from each woman.
"Ooooo, eeeeee," they both screamed. "Not now," said Susan. "I have to tell you the other complication."
"Alright already," said Charley. "Speak up. What is it?" He smiled and waited.
"Well," she said. "It's like this."
"Go on," paid Jan. "Don't be shy."
"Well, I know a boy."
"Yes?" said Charley. "So?"
"And he wants to join us." Susan's face relaxed a bit. The facts were out, even if they weren't totally comprehensible.
"He wants to what?" asked Charley. His voice was calm, but he'd taken his arm off of her tit "To join us?"
"Yeah," said Susan. "Ralph wants to help us all have wonderful oral fucks."
"Oh, I get it. I get both of you, but Ralph does too. Is that right?"
"Right," said Susan. "Jan and I agreed on it"
Charley looked over at Jan. "You agreed?"
"Yes."
"I'm considerably outnumbered," he said simply. Then he tweaked Susan's other titty again. "Alright babe, go ahead and call this Ralph character."
"Mmmm, isn't he sweet!" said Susan. She jumped up and ran downstairs to the pay phone in the lobby of the apartment building.
"Well," said Mrs. Dawsen, crossing her lovely warm legs, "it looks like you won yourself a friend."
Charley slid his hand down between her legs. The flesh was smooth and supple, comely, soft like a new-born baby's flesh. He loved the feel of her skin between her legs. "You know," he said, "you won yourself a friend too. I mean you're going to be fucking this guy the same as Susan."
"Yeah," said Mrs. Dawsen. "But that's o.k. As long as I get to spend time with you I don't care what else I have to do. And apparently you want to fuck Susan so much that you're willing to share your mouth fucks with her with this guy Ralph, so I may as well do a little sharing too, eh?"
Charley smiled. The plan would work for a while, he supposed. He slid his hand down into Jan's cunt. She was juicing plentifully. Susan came bursting into the room. "He'll be here in a little while."
"Good," said Charley. "Meantime, let's get started."
"Yeah," said Susan. She slid out of her clothes. Her tits bounced as she hopped up onto the bed where Charley was busily undressing and attacking Jan's naked cunt with his mouth. She slid her hands along his hairy muscular back and kissed the back of his neck. "Hot shit!" she moaned, getting down on him while she sucked on his ears. "Look at you two go!"
She was taking a good look at the way Charley ate out the lovely Jan Dawsen. He had her legs split apart. The smooth thigh flesh glistened in the dim yellow light from the overhead bulb. There was plenty of tongue flying in and out of the pussy hole, and plenty of juice to keep both mouth muscle and tender twat well-juiced.
Susan's eyes practically popped out of her head when she saw the way Charley's tongue worked over Jan's big clit muscle. Unlike her own clitoris, Jan's was large and muscular. It must have been an inch long. Charley prodded the thing with his tongue, wrapped his tongue into it, flicked it back and forth.
"Oh, shit!" groaned Jan Dawsen. "Give it to me, Charles! Give me that tongue!"
Charley laughed. He was happy to have the woman begging him for the mouth fuck. It was important that she know how good a fuck in the cunt he was with his tongue. She didn't like men, he knew, that didn't suck out her pussy well. So he was glad that her pussy and her passions were responding to his mouth muscle so nicely.
"Look at her go," commented Susan. "You really got her turned on good, Charley." She leaned next to his ear and blew hot air down the channel
"Mmmm," he mumbled into Jan's cunt hole. The liquid sprayed everywhere from her twat. He was covered with juice which dripped from his face down on her loins.
"You know," said Jan. "I think I'm going to flood out this place. It's such a nice fuck!"
"Good for you," said Charley. He leaned down even closer to the pussy under consideration. "Here's some more mouth fuck, baby. Dig it!" He shot his tongue down into the pussy tube. He slid it along the clit meat and gave plenty of action to the throbbing sex button.
"Ahhhh," groaned Jan Dawsen. "One more suck like that ... " She exploded like a stick of TNT. She was all putty now. Her hips well up with flaming desire. She slid her pussy down and grabbed Charley around the neck with both hands. She tugged him down toward her face and shot her wild tongue into his mouth.
"Mmmm," he moaned. "Good." He kissed her back hard, ate at her lips, sucked her tongue into his mouth. He loved the feel of her mouth fucking tongue working away around his lips. She slid down his face and kissed him on the manly nipples. She sucked up one of his tits and then the other. She rubbed his chest and the hair there, and she worked her way lower and further down. She was at his navel when Charley took her by the back of the neck, around the nape with one of his strong hands and shoved her down into his groin. She could do nothing but take a good hold with her hot thick lips on his big fat dick. She sucked the meat into her face and kept sucking until he let loose of her neck.
Now she was on her own. She used her tongue the way a painter might use a brush to do a masterpiece. She swabbed his meat with the broadside of her mouth muscle and she made doubly sure to get the head well-covered with saliva. The cap was done in entirely. She took care to study the entire mushroom top and then she shoved his penis head into her mouth. She sucked on the rim using her lips and she attacked the stem by sliding him further into her face. She used her lips to make a wet seal around his cock shaft
"Oh, fuck," moaned Charley. "That's an awfully good job of eating you do, sweetheart."
"Mmmm," was all she said. She wanted to keep him happy with her oral fuck of his cock. The best way, she figured, was to suck and keep on sucking in that meat until he started coming. Then, maybe then, she thought, she would be able to enjoy him the way she wanted: all soft and passionate and entirely hers.
"Keep going, baby," sighed Charley. He watched her sliding lips land at his base. Her thick mouth muscles worked on the entire sex muscle. There was no letting go. She sucked on the head, and on the shaft, and especially on the cap and rim. She made sure that her tongue never stopped moving. She licked his nuts next She made sure he was hot there, and easy to get to. She did this by flipping his penis back against her cheek. She could reach the balls with the extension of her tongue. She looked like a human ball eating lizard, hard at work to keep Charley really hard and especially hot.
"Mmmm," he groaned. "That's so fucking fine, baby. You give the best head I ever got. You know that don't you? I mean nobody, not even lovely little Susan here ever gave me head like that." Charley smiled and waited.
"Hey," said Susan. "What do you mean by that?"
"Take it easy baby. Some gals got it, some don't," said Charley. He was still Waiting.
"Lemme at that thing," she said. She shoved Jan aside. Jan fell sideways with her tits bobbing and bouncing. She started to grab for Charley's cock and to push Susan back out of the groin target area.
"Now hold on," said Charley. "Let's not fight girls. After all someone could get hurt, and with the grip Susan has on my cock right now, it's liable to be me."
"Yeah," said Susan. She pointed her remark to naked, embarrassed Jan. "I'll do the sucking for a while and we'll see who gives the best head." She slid Charley's huge dick into her face. "Mmmm," she hummed, giving Charley the eye as if to ask: "How's that?"
"Oh, baby," he said, "maybe you could lick me a little?"
"Sure," said Susan. She lifted up her tits, into Charley's crotch and gave him a special little thrill by jiggling her titties into his balls. When she finished that, she started licking his meaty shaft. She used her tongue to make long strokes up and down the length of his dick.
"Oh, good," he groaned. "Really good."
"What is this?" asked Jan. "A God damn contest?"
"Ah, come on," said Charley. "Bring one of those tits over here and I'll give you a little oral sucking, while you wait in line to suck off my meat."
Jan was happy to have a tit sucked. She propped up her super big boob and the nipple on the end of it and slid them both, or some of the tit anyhow, into Charley's gaping mouth.
"Ahhhh," he hummed.
"Mmmm," she sighed. "Good."
"Yeah," said Susan, coveting the prick between her lips. She licked the balls, and then she kissed the space between Charley's loins. She made sure to get him good and hot and then she went right to work on his asshole. She slid around to his back side and with his cock in her hands she started licking out his ass crease. She held his buttocks apart and slid her tongue down as far into the bunghole as she could go.
"Hot fucking shit!" screamed Charley. "You girls know how to make me happy. What an oral fuck this one's going to be!"
Jan saw her opportunity to get back onto Charley's red hog meat. She slid down in front of him and kissed his belly and then played off Susan's hands.
"Hey," complained Susan.
"Forget it," said Charley to Susan. "You got your mouthful over there. Just keep sucking my asshole and let Jan work on my prick for a while."
"O.k." agreed Susan. She slid her tongue back into Charley's iris muscle and gouged out the shit canyon below. She hummed as she went.
"Mmmm," cooed Jan Dawsen. She had all the meat she wanted from Charley's hot crotch. She had the prick head stuffed way in the back of her face. Her throat muscles, when she swallowed, rubbed against the flaming red cap of the meat head. "Hot shit!" she hollered at one point. She took his dick out of her face and watched it thrust and throb of its own accord. "Look at that fucker go!"
She slid the prick stick back in her face. The flesh of the bone was tougher and softer, both at once, than Jan thought it would be. "Mmm," she hummed on the joy rod.
"Keep it up," said Charley. His face sweated and he poured out heat from his body. "I'm getting close. No sense in losing this high now."
"Mmmmmm," hummed Susan, She was just about finished sucking out his asshole. "Nice," she said, noting the contour of the buttocks in her hands. "I love to eat and kiss these cheeks." She slid her lips along the butt faces. She played with the little hairs, tongued Charley's firm meaty cheeks, and played with his ass crease and the backs of his balls. She used her tongue, naturally, to make sure that all of this stimulating work was properly lubricated.
"Oh, fuck me over good," groaned Charley. "I love it. Do me up right!" He smiled and watched the two women going to work on his body. It was one thing to have two women on the side, neither knowing about the other, fucking them both, having an oral fuck with each of them. But it was another all together to have both women working him over simultaneously, both of them madly in love with him, one with eating his asshole, the other with his cock. "Wonderful!" he shouted. "The greatest!"
"Yeah," grunted Susan. "Just wonderful."
"You don't sound happy," said Jan.
"I'm not. I want something in my cunt."
No sooner had Susan said this when Jan pushed her over on her back and leapt between her legs. She dove down deep into Susan's hole with her tongue. She sought out the clit and within a few strokes she had the clit erect and flapping.
"Oh, fuck me good," she wailed. "Rub harder." Susan was close to coming already. "I can't believe how accurate you are with that tongue of yours. It's great!"
Charley suddenly found himself witnessing the two women making love. He sat there on his knees with a hard on and no woman's mouth around it. "Hey," he complained. "What goes?"
Neither woman paid any attention to him.
He shouted: "What the hell is going on here?"
"Oh, Charley," Jan looked up. "This will only take a minute more. Hold on." With that simple, honest explanation, Jan returned to tonguing out Susan's snatch. She slid her tongue down into the pussy and Susan's legs spread out wide. Jan had all the room she needed. She burrowed down into the twat hole and the juice started flowing plentifully.
"Mmmm," grunted Jan. "See what I mean? She's already rolling with orgasm." She smiled and shook her tits at Charley. "Look at that"
Charley watched Susan writhing in the throes of climax and ecstasy. "What a fucking sight," he said. "I don't believe it. One minute she leaves her husband, the next she wants to have a group fuck-suck with four people, and the next time I see her she's rolling around on the floor having a God damn fucking orgasm. Amazing."
Jan Dawsen paid him no mind. She merely opened her mouth and went back down on his cock. She licked him up into a furious lather of sexual frenzy. His meat was heated and ready in no time at all. She sucked up one of his balls and then went back to licking the cock shaft. She made sure to cover every square millimeter of the cock. She had no regrets about putting the big hefty meat well down her throat. It filled her up and gave her that Oral fuck feeling that she really loved.
Nor did Charley regret the entrance to Jan's lovely face. Her thick lips sucked on the shaft of his meat and nearly drove him out of his mind. "Hot shit," he groaned under his breath. He didn't want to wake up Susan from her orgasmic daze. It was better, he decided, to have just one woman in on the oral fuck for right now. Just one.
He smiled and watched Jan Dawsen go about her sucking business. She really did know exactly what she was doing. Her every tongue stroke was a coup de grace. She was an artist, a magician, a pro.
"Good baby," grunted Charley. "Now the other side."
She switched sides, took on his shaft with one quick thrust and sweep of her tongue meat "How about that?" she asked, the way a tennis player might have requested applause for a lovely slam in the back court "You like that lick?"
"Gimmee more, baby," groaned Charley.
She took his entire meat into her face. This would be the final blow. She used her milking action tongue and mouth muscles to get him going. She sucked him up with the same finesse that a gloved hand might squeeze a cow's teat for milk. She made sure that her lips were tightly sealed around the thick slippery shaft while she slid up and down the meat like a ski-lift on a wire. Her mouth was the basket and his dick was the wire. She went back and forth gracefully sucking up his dick and spitting it out.
"Oh fuck," moaned Charley. "Here we fucking go!" His prick started spurting out the scum jism that she wanted. Susan woke up from her orgasmic daze to see Jan Dawsen shoving all of Charley's pounding, pulsing, squirting orgasmic meat down her throat Jan swallowed every drop and then some.
When it was all over she was in constant motion. She didn't stop to rest or anything. She went along Charley's dick massaging it with her tongue and making sure that the love joint was good and clean. She sucked at the balls, gently, and picked off little hairs that might have been scattered here and there during the oral love making session. Then she slid around to his behind. There she scooped out his iris muscle for a last little clean up on his crease. She made sure that his legs were soft with caresses and that his dick was as clean and well kept as possible. His penis was the most important part to her. She rubbed it up against her mouth and dipped him back into her oral incubator mouth.
"Ahhhh," creamed Charley. "That's the way to do it all right. I mean, that's just the best oral fucking I've had in a long, long time."
"Me, too," said Jan Dawsen. "Me, too!!" She lay back and started to close her eyes. She was about to go to sleep with her head resting against Susan's belly when there was a final knocking at Charley's door.
"Who the hell ... " began Charley.
But he was quickly answered by Susan: "It must be Ralph," she screeched. She jumped off the bed. "Come on, let him in, we got to get started again!"
She ran to the door, exuberant and ready for more oral sex.
CHAPTER 11
Ralph was all set to become the life of the party. After all, everyone else had had a throw or two already. Susan made introductions and within a few seconds, Ralph was nude and eating out Susan's cute cunt.
"Hot damn," she said, laying out on the floor so that Ralph could get a better angle. "Watch him do it!"
Charley and Jan sat up on the edge of the bed and watched Ralph go to work on young Susan's cunt. He slid his tongue all along one smooth thigh. The tender loins were resilient to the touch, and the slick, slippery tongue landed inside Susan's cunt with a plopping noise.
"Oh, boy," she groaned, watching him lap at her vaginal lips. "Do it to me, Ralph. Do it!"
"Mmmm," he sighed inside her pussy. "It's nice and sweet in there."
"Yeah," commented Charley. "Ralph knows his stuff."
Ralph used his hands to spread out Susan's long slender thighs. He slid one finger down to either side of her pussy. The meaty cunt hole opened right up and it was full of fresh wet juice. She was hot and ready for just about anything.
"Oh, yeah," smiled Ralph. "I'm gonna enjoy this one!"
"I know," said Susan, her face flushing and heated. "I can tell this is going to be one of the best mouth fucks yet."
Ralph leaned into the delightful chore. He sought out and found Susan's little clit. He flicked it right and left, then nibbled and sucked it up into his face.
"That a way!" she cheered on Ralph. "Do it harder. Real hard, Ralph!"
He bit down on her cunt prick. The little pussy meat went throbbing in every direction at once.
"Oh, boy," screeched Susan. "Just fucking right!"
"Look at them go," said Jan Dawsen. Her hand slid down into Charley's naked lap. "I can't watch them without having something of my own to nibble on." She fell into his crotch and took to lapping up the skin on his shaft. "Mmmmm," she cooed and creamed while she licked the monster joy stick. "This is the way to spend a nice night!"
Meanwhile Ralph had located his tongue deep inside Susan's thrusting, turned-on cunt. He had his mouth muscles waving and rotating way down inside the slippery pussy tube.
"Hot shit!" cried Susan. "You got me going, babe. Just the way I love it." She slid forward and pulled his head out of her crotch. "There's just one more thing!" She took his prick stick into her face and arranged herself so that her cunt hole was on top of his mouth. "Now we can 69 it," she smiled. "Giddy-up!"
Ralph started licking and so did Susan. They were eating each other into a fabulous orgasm. "Look at them do it," said Jan Dawsen. "They really are hot and heavy."
"Well, yeah," said Charley. He, too, adjusted his position. He landed his cock down Jan's lovely oral cavity. "How's that?"
"Mmmmm!" Her lips sucked up his cock and sealed the hot meat inside her incubator mouth. "Mmmmm!" she continued to hum.
Charley, for his part, licked and sucked at Jan's fine slit. The meat there was soft, tender, wet and hungry for his tongue. He slid his face up and down the bush area and used his tongue like a machete, clearing away the fauna so that he could make his way easily into the jungle below, through the canal and toward the incredible clit meat.
"Ah, ha," he grunted, coming upon the fine large clit. "Here you go, honey!" He jabbed her with his tongue. Her long slender clit bounced back. He sucked it up right away and took to flicking it softly with his tongue. He drew circles around the base of the clit, using his tongue for a pencil.
"Oh, fucking-A," creamed Jan Dawsen. "Fuck my clit!"
"Yeah, honey," gasped Charley. "Here you go!" He jammed his chin and tongue toward the incredibly lively clit meat. The thing bounced back, full of life and pizzazz.
"Hot shit!" she grunted. "That's doing it!"
Her body writhed and jiggled up and down. She was having a mini-earthquake orgasm. Her legs were sweating and shaking with sexual fever. "Do it," she begged. "Do it harder! Don't stop now!"
He jammed harder. He slid his tongue in and out of the liquid twat. It was flooding with juice and the muscles inside were grabbing on tight. Suddenly he felt the irresistible surge of semen coming out of his balls and up his shaft. He was going to flood her face with hot sperm juice.
"Get ready!" he warned her. "I'm coming too!"
"Yeah," she moaned. Then she started swallowing. She had to. The sperm was filling up the back of her oral cavern. Her throat worked quickly to get down all the fluid his spraying cock supplied.
"Fucking-A," he mumbled. "What a fuck this one is, eh?"
"Oh, yeah," she sighed, pushing her cunt up into his face and licking off the rest of his dick. "What a fucking oral pleasure!!"
"My penis has never been so satisfied. I can't believe what a kick it is to have you suck me off like that!!"
"I love sucking cock," sighed Jan.
Ralph and Susan were just beginning to climax. They were rolling around on top of each other, eating each other's genitals. Their bodies melted into one large heap of lusty flesh. They were both suddenly orgasmic. Susan missed swallowing and lost her rhythm. The jism came spilling out of her face, dripping down her lips and cheeks as the penis in her mouth continued firing hot come into the oral space.
Ralph was muttering and groaning: "Suck my fucking cock! Suck it off good, baby! I give you everything I got! So suck me off really good, honey!" Each time he said something like this he flung his erect penis forward, so that he was literally flying in and out of Susan's pretty mouth tube.
When it was all over, and both Ralph and Susan had climaxed and spread hot sperm juice and hot cunt ooze everywhere, they started licking each other and cleaning each other off.
Later in the night, the couples switched. That is, Ralph fucked and sucked and reamed out Jan Dawsen and Charley worked over Susan. Then they switched again. One time they did the famous "square dance" fuck-suck where each member of the group has a genitals to eat and deal with.
The next morning, before they began in again over coffee, Susan and Jan giggled because they'd both been thinking the same tiling and then they both said it together: "I love sucking cock!!" They giggled and carried on in the nude, their tits bobbing up and down, their pussies leaking lots of juice. Naturally, Ralph and Charley couldn't keep their eyes off of the lovely gushing twat tubes. Eventually they all started sucking each other off again, nibbling and chewing on penis and clit meat, until they were once again orgasmic.
When it was all over they decided to meet that way all the time, maybe even to get a house together. "Then," said Susan, "I could suck all the dick I've been wanting. And I could get my pussy eating done, too."
"And I'd have someone to eat my twat hole," said Jan, excited by the idea. "Any time I wanted!"
The two men looked at each other. "Well," said Ralph, "it might not be bad to get my cock sucked all day long by such fine lips as these two girls have."
"I know what you mean," said Charley. "Maybe we should give it a try."
"Hooray," shouted the girls. "Let's celebrate that we're all going to live together and have lots of oral love and sex!!"
"How should we celebrate?" asked Ralph.
"By sucking each other off, of course," said Susan. "How else, dummy?" She looked at him and then dove for his cock with a big smile. "This is the life!" she hummed. "Mmmmmm."
