"If you don't shut up," said Sue Ellen in a hushed angry whisper, "I won't do anything." She stood up off her knees with her dress hanging down and her panties down around her ankles.
Charley and Dave looked at each other. "Now see what you did?" said the first. "If you're not quiet, we're neither one of us gonna get it. So just shut yer trap. O.K? Ya understand?" He looked back at Sue Ellen, "alright, Sue Ellen," he said, "You can get back on yer knees. Dave's gonna be quiet. He's not gonna make a mess out of this, are ya, Dave?"
"No," said Dave, whispering like his friend Charley and like Sue Ellen. "I ain't gonna but talk like this. It was just the sight of your thing, Sue. That's all. It was all pretty and bushy and wet and all, and I got a little excited."
Sue Ellen blushed. "Well, that's nice, but this place ain't exactly the nicest one for getting excited and romantic." She smiled and got back down on her knees. The place was a deserted construction site, deserted because it was the weekend, under construction because everything in Jackson was under construction. Anyhow, the three adolescents had decided on using the half-built condominium as a hang-out, a place to meet and carry on.
On her knees on a piece of tar paper Sue made adjustments. "Now, where were we?" she asked with a smile and a whisper. She opened her mouth and reached out to take hold of Charley's dick. He had his fly open and just his cock stuck out from it "Mmmmm-mm," she said, pulling his pecker into range, "this is going to be nice." She mouthed the hearty mushroom head.
"Oh, yeah," whispered Charley. "I thought I'd never get a feel like that again." He reached down and took hold of Sue's head. He pulled her back and forth so that her lips would slide. She sucked and the action to Charley's prick improved. "Oh, baby," he said, "that's even better than before."
Dave continued to look on, more jealous than ever. "I wish I went first," he said, his face filling with a crimson blush while he watched his friend getting sucked off. "I mean after all, it was my idea to come and use this place. And it was my idea to call up Sue Ellen in the first place, and somehow you always go first, Charley. I don't understand it."
"Shut up," said Charley. "Can't you see I'm getting some fine head right now."
Dave looked down. Sue Ellen's mouth was crammed full with hot cock meat. She had about as much of Charley's hot poker in her face as was possible. Her lips formed a light fleshy seal down around the base of his meat. Her hands she was using to undo his belt buckle and trouser snap. She had his pants open, in fact, and she was sliding them down around his knees so that she would have better access to his penis. "I like it," she said, "when I can see what I'm doing."
"Me, too," said Charley. "You just help yourself. You let me know if there's anything I can do to help you, too." He smiled and let go of her head. She didn't need his help for this. She was smooth end efficient. Her hands worked quickly up and down the backs of his legs and around his big moon cheeks. She used one finger to slide down the crack between his buns. Pretty soon her finger arrived at his anus and she dabbled there with one hand, one finger, while her other hand rolled Charley's testicles. Of course, she had the head and half the stem of his joint planted in her sucking lips at the same time.
"Wow!" exclaimed Charley. "Wow! Wow! Wow!" He pumped his slippery joint in and out of the kneeling woman's face. Sue Ellen took it all in stride. A sliding pecker was no big deal for her. She'd been into oral sex for a long time, since tenth grade, in fact, and she loved to give good head. It didn't matter to her-in fact she enjoyed it-if the guy wanted to bang around in her mouth. More power to him, she used to say, if he could do that and keep himself happy between her lips at the same time. She gave him a guiding hand every now and then, just to make sure that his big organ hit right on target between her two big wet lips and inside her slippery cheeks, but for the most part Charley's thick flesh prong just kept slamming back and forth making the most of Sue's sweet oral cave. "Ahhh, yes," he gasped after one particularly fine stroke, "that's really fucking nice. But Sue," he added, "you could make it a little better if you would suck harder on the head, eh?"
She took his joint out of her mouth and held it by the base in one hand. She took a quick breather, sliding the head of his meaty joint along her face cheek, and she said, "Well, of course, darling, anything to please you."
"Don't be sarcastic," said David in too loud a voice. "He's only trying to tell you what will make him happy." He smiled and watched.
Sue took to licking the head of the hearty heart-shaped mushroom head. She spread her tongue out wide and the broadest portion was available and open. She then used both hands to hold the flesh bat. She swabbed it up and down across the magic carpet surface of the extended tongue meat. The underside of Charley's joint got a nice sweet wet rubbing. "Mm-mm," he said, feeling especially glad to have such a good feel for his hot cock, "baby, you know how to treat a man right."
"I should," said Sue, taking a momentary breather and letting go of Charley's joint. "I used to suck Larry's prick whenever he wanted."
"How come you two broke up?" asked David.
"Ah, I don't know," said Sue, wiping her chin. "Guess we had different interests." She wiped her brow. "I'm getting hot. I got to take off this dress." She slipped the dress off over her head. She had big melon-shaped titties with large silver-dollar sized brown caps. In the center of the caps and upright were small pink erections, her nipples.
"You know," said Dave, "if I had a girl friend with titties like those I don't think I could have any other interest at all." He leaned forward and took a luxurious feel of the girl's handsome breasts. He used two hands. "Wow!" he said. "They sure are soft." He kneaded the two titties. He made sure he had a good man-sized handful of each boob before releasing them for Charley who waited his turn to suck the titties.
"O.k., o.k., " said Charley. "Let me in there."
Dave pulled out. "Ah, shit," he said, "you get to do it all."
Suddenly sympathetic, Sue Ellen smiled and pushed back her long dark hair: "You'll get a turn in just a minute, honey. You just wait. I promise it'll be a first class blow job, one you'll never forget." She smiled so sweetly, and licked her lips with her tongue so sensuously that Dave could only sit back and wait.
Meanwhile, Charley had attacked. He stuffed his mouth full of hot titty. He had a nipple, a cap and a good hunk of breast beef floating in his face. "Mm-mm," he hummed, "this is really the way it should be." He went licking up and down along the big mammary. He coated it with tongue meat. He spread saliva everywhere. He made sure to kiss the middle of Sue's chest, too, kissing and rubbing that part of her body with his tongue and lips. "I love titty," he said. "I like sucking it, I like rubbing in it, I like playing with it." He attacked the other side of her chest. He rubbed his tongue up the hilly slope and scooped off the big brown cap and pink bud. "I love to suck on this part especially." He rubbed the hot nipple tip between his two lips. He tugged and licked. "Ahhh, yes," he said, using his hands to squeeze the fresh breast flesh. "This is perfect." He kneaded her into sexual arousal.
"You know," she said, "I remember the first time a boy sucked on my titties. He wasn't any older than a kid. He had big lips, though, and he knew exactly what he wanted. He went licking and sucking and all that kind of thing, you know, and then I told him he could fuck me if he wanted to and you know what that little fish liver had gone and done?" She reached down to Charley's hot erect phallus and tugged on the galvanized head. "He'd gone and ejaculated without even doing anything except sucking on my titties."
"Well," said David, "you can't blame a guy for tryin'. I mean, after all, you do have a nice set of titties, Sue Ellen, and if that guy was a rubbin' up against you and all, well, what the hell!! " He smiled and looked at Charley whose face was turning red. "Ain't that right, Charley?"
Charley pushed forward and climbed between Sue Ellen's legs. She had long ivory complected thighs that were as smooth and soft as satin. He landed his cock between the lips of her cunt and rubbed in it a few times. His strokes were somewhat insincere however, and did not carry any tremendous power with them.
"What's the matter?" asked Sue. "You really want something else?
"To tell you the truth," said Charley, "I want to fuck your face and that's about it."
"That's alright with me," said Sue. "I'd rather do that than have you pretending. I'll save my twat for Dave. How's that sound?"
"Good," said Dave. He settled back against a pillar of wood that would some day in the following month support the wall of a condominium bedroom. He waited for Charley to get his rocks off in Sue's face. He watched him mount her. He did it by laying down and letting the young woman slide her face up and down on his joint. When the moment was right, Charley went sliding up and down in Sue Ellen's face, plunging his long flesh sword almost into her throat. "Ooooh, wow!" said Dave, nearly as excited as either of the participants. "You two really do know how to oral suck, eh?"
"Mmmmmm," hummed Sue, making sure to keep Charley's cock good and hard. She rubbed her tongue along the underside of the joint. When she had a minute, she swabbed the base and the balls. Finally, she worked her lips around the tip of the meat. She sucked there, rubbed long and hard, and then took the entire penis into her mouth. She sucked lightly on the stiff shaft. She rubbed her tongue about and made sure everything was good and wet. She used her hands to manipulate and massage the backs of his ass cheeks. Then she slid one finger up into his ass crack. Meanwhile, her titties were hanging down along his thighs. She pressed them tight against his muscular legs. The nipples came up even higher than before, and they turned a deeper shade of red. Soon it was obvious that Charley was soon going to be orgasmic. "Baby," he told Sue Ellen, "I want to get a good hold on your head. You know? I want to make sure that you suck me off just right."
He reached down and took hold of her face. He rubbed her mouth up and down on his jerking phallus. His hips rubbed his meat in and out of the pretty wet lips. She was sucking him off the way he liked it. "You're doing fine." he encouraged her. "Just keep that up for another ... ahhhhh!" He fired.
"Uuuumph," she grunted, swallowing hard. "I got to..." She started swallowing hard. In order to get all the jism down, she had to use her lips and her tongue and her throat in unison. It took a coordinated effort, but she managed to get everything wet and sticky into her face and down her gullet. She got all the jism into her belly. After it was all over she looked up at Charley, holding his prick in her one hand, and patting her belly with the other, and said: "You carry quite a load!" A single strand of jism leaked from her lip down her chin. She wiped it off with the back of her hand. Then she leaned down and did a clean-up exercise on Charley's fat prick. She rubbed her tongue up and down along the sides of the shaft. 'There," she said, kissing off the tip, "just about as nice a joint lick as you'll ever get, eh?" She smiled and used her hands to pat him dry. She had brought with her, and had brought it out of her purse, a small washcloth. She used it to pat Charley clean and dry. She wanted to make sure that he remembered where he got the terrific suck from because she wanted to be sure to have access to his giant joint again. "There," she said softly when she was finished. "How was that?"
"Perfect," said Charley. "A fellow couldn't ask for more." He smiled and stood up out of the saw dust and off the tar paper. He pulled up his levies and underwear and tightened the belt. "She's all yours, Dave. Have fun, kid." He smiled and left Dave and Sue Ellen alone in the construction site.
"I didn't know he was going to leave us like that," said Dave.
"Do you mind?" she asked him. "I mean if you do ... . "
"Oh, no," said Dave, taking down his pants. "I don't mind. I mean it's kind of nice. A nice surprise, to be alone, that is, with you, here, now." He smiled nervously and tried to protect himself from the growing blush and heat in his face. "I'm warm. Is it warm in here? Or is it just me? Or what?" He didn't wait for her answer. He took off his shirt and hung it on a handy nail. He put everything up on the nail and turned around nude. His cock hung down between his legs.
"I've always wanted to have you," said Sue Ellen. "Did you know that?"
"No," said Dave. "I didn't know that. When did you decide that? I mean when did you...? "
"I just always thought it would be nice," she said, sliding up next to his feet. He sat down next to her. Before he even fully seated himself she reached out her hand and took hold of his soft but firming cock. She rubbed the head with her smooth fingers. She rubbed the shaft with both palms. Then she took her tongue and leaned down and licked the hearty meat of the joint tip. "There," she said, "isn't that nice? Do you like oral sex?"
"Oral sex? Oh, yeah," said Dave, "I like all sex. All oral sex and all other sex, too. There isn't anything I don't like about sex. I can't think of one thing about sex that I don't like. What about you?"
"Sometimes it gets rough," she said, "but for the most part I would have to agree with you. I like it all." She smiled and went back down on the head of his cock. She licked the sides of the mushroom head with her long tongue. She made sure to coat the surface of his meat with her long mouth muscle. She left no portion dry or unstimulated. "Wow," said Sue, "you sure do have a big tough sex muscle, Dave. Maybe that's why I always wanted to ball you." She smiled again, thinking to herself how nice it was going to be to fuck him, and then went to work on the stiff shaft of his joint.
"How did you know," he asked her, "that I had a big meat?"
"I used to watch you during the sex education movies," said Sue, sitting with his joint in her two revolving hands. "You always used to get the biggest bulge in your pants, so I figured you had to have a big sexy penis. You know what I mean?" She laughed a little and then said. "You know what, Dave?"
"What?" he asked. "But to tell you the truth I'm a little afraid to ask you what"
"I was right," she said. "You don't have to be afraid." She rubbed his prick on the sides and up the shaft to the tip. "You do have a big sexy penis. It's very large." She rubbed it like a tortilla between her palms. "It's thick, too. I like it that way. Thick and hot and wet." With that she went down on it. Her tongue spread out and licked. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, "it's nice to have something hot and horny in my mouth. Makes me lusty." She licked the rim of the mushroom cap. "What a crown!" she said. "As big and hard as a king's penis tip. I love it." She rolled her tongue up and down the side of the thick meat. Before long she'd coated the entire thing with saliva.
"Use your hands baby," he told her. "Really get into it." She grabbed around the back of his butt. She pulled him forward. His joint went sliding into her face, or her face went sliding onto the joint. She rubbed his buttocks open and used one long finger to caress the space between.
"Ahhh," he moaned. "I like it when you rub my butt and my prick at the same time. It shows you really love me." He smiled and shot his hips forward, filling her oral tube with his thick, solid meat. He banged away inside her face. She used her lips to keep him on target, her hands to keep him pumping.
"Ahhhh, yes," she screamed at one point, pulling his pecker out of her mouth, "just look at how big and juicy that thing it. Mmmmm." She tongued the penis from the middle up to the head and around the crown. "I love it," she said with a big wet smile. She smacked her lips and made her mouth into a tube into which Dave pushed his joint. His hips shot forward, forcing his prick into her oral cunt, and then he pulled out, slippery and wet, except of course, for the head which he left inside the oral humidor.
"Wow!" he said. "You're perfect, baby. I'm glad I waited to go second. I don't really think that Charley used you up right. You know what I mean? I don't think he fucked your face the way you deserve it." Dave smiled and asked, "You want a little action in your twat, baby doll? Just for fun?" He didn't bother to wait for her answer, which would have been yes anyhow. He worked his way down to her pussy: He lay on his back, and she was onto his chest, her big breasts sliding around his balls. The important thing, for Dave, was that Sue Ellen arranged her loins around his face. Thus her cunt was ready for his hungry mouth. "There you go," he said, pulling open the lovely thick vaginal lips. "Just the way I like to see ya!"
He pushed his tongue into the cavity. The flesh gate spread open. He pounded his muscular mouth organ into place along her clitoris. Giving the solidly erect clit muscle a good pounding, he took to sucking. He used his mouth lips to sandwich up and suck on the stuff surrounding and including her clit muscle. It was a long slide and squeeze for the most sensitive part of Sue Ellen's body.
"Kee-fucking-rist!" she wailed at one point. "You have me sucked up to the hilt, baby. Keep it fucking up! I love it." She rubbed her snatch in his open mouth. He was able to give her even more of his hot tongue-licking. "Honey," she sobbed to his penis in front of her like a flesh microphone, "you make me so fucking hot I don't know what to tell you." She rubbed her smooth pelvis back and forth on his chest. Her cunt, naturally, was going away and toward his mouth. His tongue, stretched out, entered and left Sue's pussy several times in a row. "Wow," she said, "the hotter I get the better an eat out you give me. I love it."
He smiled and took care to get some of that fresh goo that comes with an excited pussy, and he spread it all around inside her bushy hair and up and down on her mound. He used his tongue to brush the ooze into place. Then he French kissed her twat hole, his mouth lips pressing against her cunt hole lips, his tongue entering the long tunnel of love. Everything was soft and fleshy. "Mmmmmm," he murmured into her sap-producing space. "It's so fucking hot in there. I love it." He smacked his lips and went back for more.
After a while he had a good hold on her buttocks. He rubbed the cheeks at the same time that he worked on her revolving cunt hole. He was so good at eating her pussy that Sue Ellen couldn't hold still. She had to move up and down and from side to side. She was excited and hot to come and it looked like it might be any minute. "You know," she said, holding his joint out of her face, "if you shoot your jism in my face I might be able to just go and shoot out all over you."
"Sure, honey," he said, "but not just yet. You know what I mean? The more you think about it, the hotter you'll be, right? So just keep thinking about it, and licking on my dick, and then when we get really going, I'll fire off and it'll be great. How's that sound?"
"Terrific," she said, taking a long lick on his joint.
She treated it like a lollipop. "I love the taste of this thing," she said. "It's so good and fleshy. Mmmmmm." She rolled the tip of the meat in her lips, between her tongue and her upper lip, and sometimes in the hollow of her wet cheek. Dave could see a bulge where she pushed his joint into place in her face. He took a grip on her scissor like legs and pulled them clamped around his cheeks. "Ahhh," he sighed into her twat, "that's just right." He rubbed her buttocks with his palms.
"I like it," she told him, but actually she spoke to his joint: "I like it when you rub my ass and play with my cunt at the same time."
"I see," said Dave. "Good." He indicated that she should get up from his belly and around his face and allow him to get out from under her. She pushed her body up and said, "What are you doing?"
"Go onto your hands and knees," he directed her. "Get up on your hands and knees with your legs spread."
She did as he said. He reached around her waist with his hands and found her cunt hole. He spread the vaginal lips. Inside he used a long bony finger to manipulate and stimulate her clitoris. The thing was erect and ready for such action. Simultaneously, he worked his tongue up and down the space between he buttocks. Soon he'd located her anus with the tip of his mouth muscle. He pressed into it.
"Oh, God, yes," she cried out. "I love an anal ream, Dave. I just go ape-shit for an anal ream out." She waved her hips back and forth. Dave persisted by holding onto her buttocks. In this manner he could keep track of her bunghole. Soon he had more than just the tip of his tongue up Sue Ellen's ass-hole. Sue Ellen wailed, "Ream me! Ream me out, honey. Really lick it up good!"
Dave made long brushing strokes with his tongue. Sometimes he went from the base of Sue's spine downwards and landed with his hefty mouth muscle stuffed into her anus, and other times he worked in the opposite direction, pulling his tongue out of Sue's tapered ass-hole cavity, brushing upwards between the buttocks, and finishing her off with a kiss at the end of her spine. "Ooooh, shit," she would moan at the end of every attack on her butt hole, "I can't tell you what that does for me." Chills climbed her spine when they reached her brain, she nearly creamed, "Oh, fuck, shit, piss!" She rubbed her butt tube back and forth. Dave's tongue went sliding in and out. He used his fingers, wrapped around her waist, to play with her clitoris, to manipulate her twat lips, and to make sure that no portion of her hefty cunt tube was left unattended.
"Ahhhh," creamed Sue Ellen at last, her orgasm upon her, "that was so fucking good." She moaned and gasped a bit, but for the most part she was coming down. She had her climax with Dave's finger flicked her clit and his tongue stroked her anus. Things oral, any things oral, always made her orgasmic. "You did it, honey," she said, "you really did!" She rolled her butt off his face and laid down panting. "Oh, God, what a nice oral fuck you are. You ate out my cunt, you ate out my ass-hole, you finger-fucked me just the way I like it I can't believe you're so good, darling David. I can't believe it."
Dave rested back against a portion of wood frame. The condominium was deserted and isolated and they were alone. He had a big stiff hard-on while the young woman laid in front of him on the sawdust floor with her orgasmic chills dwindling. Soon, he thought for sure, she would look up and see that he had a big stiff meat and needed some attention. He was half-tempted not to wait, to get up and foist himself onto her body and rub his dick against her until he shot jism all over her mouth or her titties. But soon she was reviving herself, coming around, and she smiled in his direction. "I see," she said, "that you still have something nice and big for sucking." She came at him with a lecherous look on her face, like a man would look if he were willing to kill for much needed food.
She pressed herself down between his legs and took his cock muscle in her face. She rubbed with her lips and her tongue and wet it all down. "You do it just right," he told her, using his hands to support himself rather than to hold her head. "You do it too well, in fact."
"I've had plenty of experience," she said calmly holding his joint out of her face. "I started sucking people off with my mouth when I was just a kid." She showed her big thick lips. "Look out how you put your cock in my mouth because I can make you come just by kissing you." She smiled again and leaned closer to his penis. He pushed forward and his meaty stem slid upwards inside Sue Ellen's mouth. She clamped down hard, sealed the bargain with a kiss, and used her fingers to play with Dave's balls. She rolled nuts and dick back and forth with her hands and her lips. Her mouth-job was as impressive as the manner in which some women use their cunts. "I love to suck," she said between licks. "It makes me feel like a true woman. I don't buy that woman's lib stuff about its being humiliating to serve a man. I like to suck on a big cock and to lick a big thick wedge of penis meat. I think it makes the man happy, so I do it. Besides, I know it makes me happy." She smiled, winked, and then sucked up Dave's hot hard dick again. She scooped as much of the jumbo-sized penis into her face as she could manage. Humming as she went, she used one hand to take care of his buttocks at the same time. "I sure do love a hard penis," she said softly as she kissed the mushroom head. "Nothing quite like it."
Dave laughed. "Oh, yeah?" He let loose of his full wad of jism. The first shot hit Sue's eyeball. She was forced to work with her eyes closed for the rest of the suck-off. She rubbed up and down, especially on the crown and the underside of the joint surface. She made sure to get every drop of hot come into her face, down her throat, into her belly. Then she smiled and gave an extra lick to just the head.
"You know," she said, "if I had known that was coming I would have done it the same way. I always like to get one shot of hot pudding in the face before I suck up the rest." She patted Dave's cleansed meat-she'd licked it clean-with one finger. Then she held onto it with both hands around the base. She rubbed it back and forth between her lips. She used her tongue and began at the base. She nibbled upwards until she arrived at the head. There she crammed her mouth full of hot cock. Finally, she had most of the big header inside her face. She wrapped her hands around his buttocks and hummed away.
"You know," said Dave, somewhat surprised to see Sue Ellen going at it again so soon after the first time, "if you keep that up I'm going to be hard again, and then I'm going to come again. Are you sure-"
"That's the whole idea," she interrupted, taking his prick out of her mouth and holding it in her hand. "Don't you understand? I love to suck men off. You have such a perfect penis. I couldn't possibly let you go with only just one suck. So I'm going to have you hard again, and then I'm going to fuck you with my mouth again, and you're going to give me all that hog juice again. Right?"
Dave shrugged his shoulders. "Right," he said meekly. "Whatever you say." He pumped his joint into her already swooping mouth. She buried the hot hog between her thick wet lips. She used her hands to pull on his ass cheeks, to press his joint into her face. She sealed the whole bargain with her thick wet lips. Soon she had just what she wanted: the right amount of meat in her perfect oral cavity, and the right amount of scrotum in her hands. She culdn't have been happier.
Dave swung his hips from right to left. His big flesh sword went flinging itself in and out of the entrance to Sue Ellen's hot mouth cavity. The tip of his steak rubbed on her lips and her tongue. She did everything she could to make sure that he was ready to shoot off, but no matter what that was, it didn't work.
Then, suddenly, just by rubbing the tip of his joint against the lower lip of her mouth, she felt him tremble and start to throb. "Oh, boy," she said, "another load."
Sure enough, not five seconds later, as though the earth were shaking, Dave let loose a tremendous wad of hot creamy pudding. His joint burst into jism and semen juice. He let fly, one shot after another, several times in a row, a large load of come. Sue Ellen, of course, swallowed every drop. She managed to get it all straight down into her belly, and she was proud of it, too. She looked up when it was all over and said: "You know, Dave, we should have done that a long, long time ago." Then, with the joint still in her hand, she went back to work, rubbing the penis clean and rigid with her tongue.
II
Dave arrived home happy to discover that his cousin from New York, Cindy, was there waiting for him. Cindy was blonde, lithe, large-breasted, and probably the kind of a girl who most guys admire but never get much closer to than that. She had silky blonde hair and a complexion like tan suede. Her skin was soft and her cheeks rosy on the rounded edges. She looked more like she was from California than New York and Dave was happy to see her.
"Cindy," he said, "when did you get in?"
"Oh," she smiled, crossing her legs and giving Dave a good view of her lovely thighs, "not long ago. The cab brought me right over, and your Mom's instructions were perfect. I let myself in. I hope they don't mind."
"There's no one here to mind," said Dave. "Ever since school let out I've had the place to myself, except for when the maid's here. If you know what I mean. And even then, I sort of work around her. She ain't all that bad."
Cindy smiled. "So what will I be doing in California?"
Dave smiled back. He had so many plans for his young female cousin that he didn't know where to begin. He could have her suck his cock-that would keep her busy in California for a week or two, and then she could eat out his ass-hole. That would take another ten days. And if he hadn't thought of something else for Cindy to do by then, well, she could go back to New York. "I guess you'll want to see Hollywood," he said, sitting next to her on the couch.
"I suppose so," she said, "but it really doesn't matter all that much." She flashed her quick clear blue eyes and Dave was happy to recall that this woman was really not his cousin in the traditional sense, but in the familiar sense. That is, she was not a real relative except by marriage, so he was going to feel free and guiltless as he took on the chore of seducing her into his arms.
She was looking around the room, casually paying attention to nothing in particular, when Dave took her hand in his own and rested it on his wrist while his fingers stroked her luscious tanned thigh. "You know," he said, "the last time we were together was five years ago, and we hardly knew even how to play spin the bottle."
"You're right," she said. "Do you remember that?"
"You were the first girl I ever kissed, Cindy. How could I forget?" He let his hand drift down along the inside of her thigh. "I bet you're tired from your flight, eh?" She blushed, not because of his question, because of his hand. He'd reached into the space between her loins and under her skirt. She'd long since uncrossed her smooth legs. And now Dave had a perfect access to the hole between. He reached in with his long bony digit. "There," he said, arriving at her spread cunt lips. "That's what I remember best." He plunged a finger into the wet tunnel. "What a sweet pie you are, Cindy. I remember that."
"We didn't do it back then," she said, turning to look at him with her doe-like eyes. "Did we?"
"No," said Dave, his finger snaking her insides, "but I snuck a look at you while you were showering the day before you went home. Oh, boy, I was horny for a week. And I was only thirteen and didn't know what to do about it, either. I had that same hard-on until I fucked Claire Sunnep two years later."
"You're such a flirt," she said. She pushed her chest out and big pink nipples pushed at the fabric of her blouse. Dave used his available hand to coddle the two titty tips. "There," he said, "that's what I call flirting." He tweaked the two spots where her chest protruded. "Nice," he added, having had his preliminary feel. "Very nice." He took his hands away from her body.
"You can't stop like that," she said. "I'm all hot and flustered now. You can't just leave me like that!" She smiled and pushed her face next to his. She kissed him, French style, on the lips. She gave him all of her long narrow tongue. He gave her back the same. Their mouth organs slid next to each other temporarily. Then Dave pulled away. He slid a hand down the middle of Cindy's blouse. The buttons popped, three in a row, and he reached into her chest. "I'm glad to find out," he said, "that the New York girls don't wear bras either." He smiled and cupped her titty. He pulled the thing right and left. It was a big nipple that gave him the most excitement, and she did have those. He squeezed the thing between his fingers while his palm and digits kneaded the breast flesh. "Oh, baby," he said, "we're going to be relatives for a while."
"God, yes!" she gasped. "I love it." She took his other hand. She applied it to her other titty.
Dave was happy to squeeze both mammaries at once. The skin and the flesh was slippery and smooth, firm and fresh, as ripe as good fruit ready for the picking. It was a long chest harvest. Finally, he pulled her blouse off of her body altogether. He had free and easy access to her nipples with his mouth. He tongued them, one right after the other, sucked them up and ate them. He made sure to use his tongue and his lips together to attack the base of the right mammary. Then he did the same with the left. "Mmmmmm," he hummed to his "cousin" Cindy, "you sure do have a nice chest, Cindy. You know? Really nice." She was older than he was, and all she could do on hearing this was blush a little harder..
Her face was so crimson already, hot and flushed with the growing passion his oral caresses had created, that she was looking hot and lusty and flustered.
"I'm getting so turned on," she moaned. "You have to fuck me, Dave. You have to fuck me." She reached a hand down between his legs. In his trouser's crotch she located the building cock muscle. She caressed and squeezed the distended muscle. Then she used both hands to pull open his pants. "How much time do we have?" she asked. "Do we have enough time?"
"I don't know," said David. "How fast can you suck me off?"
She blushed even more. "Don't worry about that," she said. "When do your parents get home."
"Soon," said David. "Soon."
"O.K., " she said, "let's get into the bedroom or something. We can always say we were just talking." She led the way, by memory from her trip five years before, back to the room where with the same boy she'd once played spin the bottle, post office, and other sex games for kids. But now she was going to give him what he'd really wanted that day. The only questions was whether or not they had time. She shut the door behind them in Dave's bedroom. "O.k., " she said, planting her tongue deep in his mouth, "now is the time." She gave him a big long kiss. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close to her heaving body. Her titties were uncovered, naked against Dave's chest. He put his hands around her waist and rubbed her up and down so that her pelvis worked against his crotch muscle. Five seconds later they were both completely nude and humping at each other on the bed.
"God fucking damn," she groaned, "you really know how to get me hot." She had big luscious titties, with fine pink tips. The brown caps were as mellow as could be. Her smile was all white choppers, and her lips were naturally pink or rosy. Her silky blonde mane was always soft and ready for a nice feel. Her legs and her arms were slender and soft to the touch. Smooth for running one's fingers down them. And when her legs spread and her cunt lips opened, the room filled with a delightful scent, the aroma of hot ease juice and gush. "Ooooh," she sighed, Dave's finger riding up into her cunt. "I love it."
"There's something I should tell you," said Dave. "Something that I like to do that makes me awfully happy, not to mention horny."
"Yes," said Dave. "Oral sex. It's the only thing for me. Everything else is only second best. I love to eat out a pussy, and I love to have my dick sucked. Is that gonna be alright with you? I mean, is that going to be groovy?"
"Oh, sure, Dave," she said, "Of course. I love to suck cock." She smiled and showed him her long narrow pink tongue. It was wet and cute and ready for action. "You know what I mean?" she said coyly in a sexy whisper. "I just love everything about a penis and about sex and about licking and sucking and sucking. So if oral sex is what you want, Dave, I'm here to help you have it." She shook her hips. It was a joke from five years before, one which neither of them quite remembered. But they both laughed and Cindy went down on her knees between Dave's legs. He laid sideways on the bed.
"I'm gonna make you so fucking hot," she said with an unmistakably lusty tone, "that you'll never forget where you got so well sucked off." With that she dove for his joint. She hit it, too, right on target. Her fingers wrapped quickly around the base. Her lips sucked up the hot pink tip. Her tongue provided lubrication. Everything was wet and juicy. She sealed the sliding phallus in her oral tube. Her hot wet flesh rubbed softly against the jamming cock muscle. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, "that's how I like it, Dave. I like a big prick like that." The penis went in and out of her face.
She reached her hands between his legs and cupped his buttocks. She squeezed and rubbed. Her finger went sliding up between his ass cheeks. She plunged a knuckle's worth of digit into her anal track, filled him with finger. Finally, she pulled her finger out of the hole and played with his ass crease while sucking on his penis. "Do you like to suck joint?" she heard him ask.
She took his prick out of her face: "Does a hog love slop?" she asked. She put his pecker back in her mouth. She washed the muscle with her tongue. "There," she said, finally removing the wet stiff member. "Wasn't that a nice beginning?! " She winked and sat up. "I need to take a breather." She laid her head back against the head of the bed.
"Don't forget," said Dave. "We haven't got all day now. Tomorrow we will, but tonight, or this afternoon, my parents come home for a while."
"Oh, yeah," she said, "I remember. Shit. What a pain in the ass." She rubbed her finger along his wet prick. "You're nice and hard," she said. "I like that." Soon she had her entire hand on his phallus. She squeezed at it. She marked off the ridges of cartilage. Soon she'd arrived at the base. There she massaged his bone with long pulling gestures. Before long she had him throbbing, but not ecstatic with orgasmic chill. "You're hot," she told him, "but you're not coming. What's the matter?"
"I'll come," he told her, "when I get my face in your twat. You know what I mean?" He smiled and made her turn around on top of his belly.
"I want to sit on your face, then," she said. "I'd like to sit on your face and have you eat me out. How would that be?"
"Great!" exclaimed Dave. "Come on up here."
"You sound like the fucking tiger on the cereal boxes. Grrrreat! he always says."
"Bring that box of yours up here and let me put a tiger in it," he said. She came up over his face and squatted down. Her long smooth loins were the perfect frame for her nicely space twat hole. She sat down on his mouth and his tongue was ready. "Mmmmmm," he hummed quickly, tasting his "cousin's" pussy juice. "You got what it takes, honey. It's hot and neat in there." He rolled his tongue deep and long in her pussy. He made sure that every inch of her twat hole was ready for eating. "I loved that stuff," he told her. "I love eating out a good hot hole." He continued rubbing his tongue up and down in her cunt.
Soon he opened up her twat and her smooth legs. He looked inside, between the lovely little flaps that surrounded her pussy. Everything was hot, ruby red, and greasy. He licked the hot flaps, and sucked on them. They were malleable and tasty. He had a good time making sure they were properly stimulated. "Oh, baby," he gasped, getting a gander at her clit, "I think you're in for some fine sucking now."
He shot for her clitoris. He made a direct hit on it, too, evidenced by the snap of Cindy's hips. She reared back and then shot forward, into his face, her clit muscle all twitter. Oooh, God, yes," she hummed, I love the feel of that, honey. I love that. Rub it up good."
He went diving back for more. He rubbed the tip, of his tongue along the top surface of the bottom of flesh. Then he gave the sides of final grooming. He made sure that the hot button was about as erect and ready for action as possible. He pressed around it with his thick wet lips. He tugged from side to side, like a dog playing with a greasy bone, and made sure that the hot little number got so hot that it couldn't go back. Soon, he knew, she'd have to be gushing in climax.
"Wow, yes!" she cried out, her legs flopping open around his face. "Give it to me good, cuz! Really jam it on in there."
He drilled his hot tongue deep into her pussy. She, for her part, went to work on his joint. She crammed her face full of his hot fuck-stick. Soon after she began, he was throbbing in her mouth. "You gonna come?" she asked softly. "Or what?"
"You want me to?" he asked back.
"You come off in my mouth," she said, "and I'll climax in a minute. Makes me that hot."
He smiled and rubbed his dick against her lower lip. He pushed forward with his hips and his joint went grinding up into her face. "Ahhhh," she hummed, "go on and shoot." Sure enough, he let go of a big wad of hot prick juice. He fired away. She lipped his joint with her tongue and her mouth. She sucked long and hard and made sure that she got every drop of that jism of his into her mouth. She swallowed it all down, and then smiled at him from time to time as she went licking on his pecker. Of course, he was busily eating out the gush from her climax, so he didn't see the smile.
It had been a perfect sixty-nine, suck-fuck, for them both. "You know," he said, "that's just the way it should have been when we first played post-office. Just think about all the sucking and fucking we could have done way back then if only we'd known how."
"Yeah," she said. "I know what you mean." Then she went licking and playing with his phallus. She held it in her hands. Here and there a drop of jism went sliding down along his prick, and she had to be sure to make him clean. She didn't want him ever accusing her of not giving a good clean suck. She rubbed her tongue up along the side of his shaft. When she arrived at the mushroom head, she buried as much of the cock in her face as she could fit in. She used her lips to seal it all up and suck. "Mmmmm," she hummed. She obviously loved her work, and it was no surprise to her cousin Dave that he was soon erect again.
"Wow," he said, "you sure do know how to make a man happy, baby."
"Yeah, well," she said, "I kind of work at it." She smiled and rubbed her tongue up and down along the stiff rod. She could use her tongue the way a painter might use his brush. She could place a dab of stimulation here, a lick there, a touch up on the tip, and presto!! Perfection itself: a perfect erection. "I love to suck penis," she said softly, blowing a stream of hot air along his cock muscle. "Especially when a boner like this is the end result." She smiled and licked and sucked the sides of his shaft. She worked her lips up and down along his hog. A moment later she went down to his nuts. There she licked and sucked lightly. The little hairs, some of which were loose, began to get caught in her teeth. She came up gagging momentarily, but once she'd straightened things out, she went back to sucking on his joint.
"Baby," he told Cindy from New York, "you're doing me up just the way I love it. I can't believe how hot and wet your mouth is. You make me feel so fucking nice. I just love it." He reached down and took her head in his hands. He rubbed her face, and thus her mouth, up and down along the sides of his pecker. She used her lips to insure that everything was wet and juicy, and she sucked to make sure that everything went well for him. "Honey," he told her, "you're doing a perfect job. In another minute or two I'll be all jism again." She smiled and continued to follow the guidance his friendly hands gave her. She was getting her face slid up and down his big flesh pole. His cock was like the tracks and her lips the train. She rubbed up an down, lubricating the way with her long narrow tongue.
Everything, from the tip of his mushroom-headed phallus down to the base of his thick hog-everything was sloppy and wet. She used her tongue, naturally, to give him the best feel possible. "I like that," he told her, watching her as she spread out her mouth muscle to rub down his joint. "I like that a lot." He pushed her hard so that she could give him a good sucking.
"You know," she said, breaking her head away from his hold, "I'd like it a lot better if you'd give me a little room to move in" She held his joint with both of her hands. She waved it back and forth. "like this, see?" She stuck out her tongue and pressed his penis head against it. She rubbed, by waving his cock, bat-style, from side to side. "Mmmmm," he hummed to her, "you're right, that's good." But she paid him no mind at all. She just continue rolling his pecker across her tongue, waiting for him to juice in her face.
"It'll be just a minute," he told her. Just one minute ... ahhhhh." The come started spurting out of his joint. His prick was throbbing. The jism went splattering across Cindy's hot wet tongue, hitting her in the back of the throat in a ricochet. She used her throat muscles to swallow all the hot pudding down into her belly. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, "that's nice, back with a stomach full of come. "Ahhh, yes," she cooed again, like a contented cat, "that makes me feel good." . He leaned forward and licked her titties. He pressed his mouth around her lovely mammaries. Suddenly-they both heard it-a car screeched to a stop out in front of the house.
"Mom and Dad," said Dave. "Better clean up."
Hurriedly, they both slipped back into their clothes. Cindy, of course, had to put on a sweater with her blouse to cover up the place where the buttons lid been popped off. But only a few seconds later she had on heels and a skirt, her long blonde legs as lovely as ever, a blouse and a sweater, her titties pushing out as big as could be. It was dressed like this that she gave Dave's father, as he came up the porch and into the house, a big warm, hug. "Mmmmmm," she sighed into his ear with a lusty hot breath, "it's good to see you again, Uncle Sam. really good."
III
That night, as the entire household slept, Dave thought he could hear noises. Mr. and Mrs. Banks, Dave's father and mother, and his sister, were all, seemingly, sound asleep. And in the guest room, not quite half-dozing, was Dave's young cousin, Cindy.
Cindy had undressed in front of a convenient floor length mirror. There she had felt herself up, rubbing her mound, playing with her titties, just because she still felt a little horny. Her long pendular mammaries heated up quickly. Her cunt oozed instantly. She thought to herself that it was too had that everyone went to sleep so early, that they could have spent a lot of time together having some fun. With that in mind, she shut off the lights and curled up under her sheets.
She uncurled, however, a moment later, because she wanted her legs open and her pussy available for a little bit of sexual play. She would like, she mused, to make herself come by flicking her twat button. So she reached down in the dark under the sheets and massaged her silky loins. She rubbed her legs wide open, and she even used a digit or two on her anus, just to make sure that every orifice was properly rubbed. Then she rubbed her titties and squeezed the insides of her cave at the same time. This made her especially hot. A few moments later Cindy was gasping. Her hips were rolling, and she felt the incredible desire to get up and rub her twat with just about whatever was handy.
Lucky for Cindy, though, while Dave fell softly to sleep upstairs, his father heard the young woman's labored breathing. At first he thought someone was trying to sneak into the house. He tip-toed around the place with a pistol in his hand, and then, when he passed by Cindy's room, he realized that she was the one making the squeaking-her rocking bed-and the heavy breathing-her sexual panting and lust. He started back to bed, but then a brazen, bold thought oc-cured to him. If Cindy was hot and horny, why not help her out a bit. After all, it wouldn't be the first time.
Mr. Banks pushed open the door to his young cousin's bedroom. She didn't know he was there at first. She lay back with her hand pumping her vagina. He snuck up on her and stood over the bed. In the dark it was impossible to tell he was there, especially since Cindy was very lusty and hardly able to think about anything except getting a big cock into her pussy.
Mr. Banks leaned close and in one instant he let the young woman know he was there. "Oh, God," she moaned, "you frighten me!"
"Shhhh," said Mr. Banks, a careful finger over his lips. "Be quiet. Or I'll have to go back upstairs."
She knew his meaning instantly. She slipped over on the bed. Mr. Banks put his gun down on the end table. He slid into bed with the luscious young woman. He had on only his underwear. She reached down between his legs and felt up his cock. "You came prepared," she said.
"I heard you and couldn't help it," he said. "I didn't think you could wait."
She smiled and rubbed his long phallus. like his son's joint, Mr. Banks, Cindy noted, had an incredibly long prick. It was as impressively fat, too, as it was long. She palmed the top, the mushroom crown, and worked her index finger and thumb up and down around the thick, flesh, fuck-stick. "I think this is gonna be a lot of fun," she whispered in the dark. "Yes, in-deedy. A lot of fun!" She smiled and continued to give Mr. Banks a hand job. Soon, he reached down and had her slow up.a bit. He made her squeeze rather than tug, slide rather than pinch, caress, rather than rub. "Wow," he said, "you learn quick, baby. Now you got me going good." He laid down on top of her, just by rolling over, and though she had to let loose of his big penis, she ended up with it planted in her open wet twat.
"Ooooh, fuck!" she groaned. "It's in already!" 'That's just for openers," said Mr. Banks. "We'll do some real nice stuff in a minute or two." He slid his joint up her tube. He pumped a bit, and then he rolled his cock from side to side. He used the head of his tool to ream out all the wrinkles in her twat hole. "For a kid," he said, "you have a nice sweet tube, baby doll. I'm gonna run my meat in and out of there for a while, and then you'll get something really good going in your face. That's where it's at, anyhow."
"Mmmmm," she agreed. "I love it." She rolled her hips around and around on his joint. Then she slithered upwards and clamped onto the thick base. She grabbed hold and didn't plan to let go. She worked the inside of her young twat tube-recently fucked by the man's son, now by the man himself-until she was very, very hot. "I like that," she said, "I'm getting there." She rubbed her twat off his joint.
"O.k., " said Mr. Banks, Dave's father, "now it's time for the hot stuff. Bring it up here." She had to turn around under the blankets and sheets and then get hold of his prick with her mouth while her legs were spreading out around his face. They ended up doing a sixty-nine number under the sheets and blankets. He had her face in his crotch, and she had her crotch in his face. They were under the sheets.
"Mmmmmm," said Mr. Banks, getting his first whiff of his young cousin's snatch, "now this is going to be just about top-drawer." He rubbed his nose in the sweet-smelling cunt hole. "Boy oh boy!" he groaned. "I sure do like a good smelling twat! You know that, honey? I really do!" He slid his tongue mouth muscle with full strength to the inside of her pussy. He rubbed the vaginal-prick until it twitched upright. "There," he said, "you're getting yourself a little hard-on, honey. That's really nice. I like to see that in a young woman. Makes me horny and all." He jammed his tongue back into the sap-producing hole and rubbed at her clitoris. "Mmmmm," he hummed, sucking up grease and using his lips for stimulating effects in her hot honey pot.
"You do that so nice, Mr. Banks. I just don't know what to say." She rolled her hips on his chest. Her pelvis went sliding back and forth across his manly nipples. Her open cunt pushed on his chin and tongue. Before long, he had a mouthful of ooze. Slippery wet ease-juice ran down along the corners of his mouth. Everything was runny. "I love it," she said, her pelvis gyrating and steamy in his face. "I love the feel of that hot tongue of yours licking me out. You know just how to eat me, Mr. Banks. Remember when I was here five years ago and you ate me out at nights while everyone was asleep? This is the same thing, isn't it?"
"Yes, my sweet," said Mr. Banks. "But be sure not to tell anyone that, or our lovely little festivities would come to an immediate end. You know what I mean?" He smiled and went back to drilling her tender teenage hole. He plugged her cunt with tongue. He wormed around between the wet leaves and located, once again, her clitoris. He planted it with long wet strokes from his mouth-muscle. It was no problem at all to get the little piece of clit meat hot and bothered. He just swabbed it, tongued it, got it between his lips and pulled. He managed to get everything around it wet, too. It was one long slippery eat out in a lovely little canal. "You're the softest eat I've had in a long time," he told her between swabs to her pubic forest and within her cunt lips. "I really do mean that." He sucked up her labial lips and planted his tongue far down inside the tube. "There you go," he thought to himself, "just the little drilling you've been wanting." He held her buttocks in his palms and cupped the small cheeks of her ass globes. He used a finger to run up and down the crack in her butt.
"Boy," she said softly. "Oh boy oh boy!" She loved the feel of having her ass stimulated while her cunt was being eaten. She went madly, wildly, passionately to work on Mr. Banks' prick. She stuffed it into her face and rubbed and sucked. She used the tip and broad portion of her tongue to swab the head of the hot phallus. She used the coiled part of her tongue to swab the head of the hot phallus. She used the coiled part of her tongue meat to slide up and down along the stiff flesh pole. The meat was rigid, erect, a veritable tower of flesh. She rubbed her lips along the hot surface of the remarkable organ. "You know," she said, "I think you have one of the biggest cocks I ever saw."
"No kidding," he said, continuing to eat out the teenage quim. "Is that a fact?"
"Yeah," she said. "Not even the black guys I ate out in Harlem had such fine meaty pricks as this!" She rubbed her tongue up and down along Mr. Banks' joint. She used her tongue to caress the hot rod. She pretended that his stiff penis was a stick of TNT, and that if she stopped licking it the thing would blow up in her face. This kept her moving, traveling with her tongue, caressing and wetting down the stiff meat. She used her lips to suck and slide here and there. It was nothing for her to go up and down in a second and coat the whole thing with saliva. Coming up against the tip she would swallow down the whole head. She rubbed and sucked and blew Mr. Banks into a perfect hard-on. "You're getting a good stiff bone," she told him, admiring her work on his penis. "Just look at this thing." She held it up from the side so that he could see how stiff she'd made him. He had to lean down and look between the sheets.
"You're good, kid," he told her. Better even than the women from Harlem who used to suck me off." It was a not-too-swift retort for her earlier comment about his prick beginning to look bigger than the men she sucked off in New York. "You know," he added, "I think with a little practice you might give as successful a header as the California girls." He laughed at his small joke and then he slammed his prick into her face.
"Mmmmmm," she hummed, using her lips to seal the space around his cock. She rubbed up and down and she made sure to get it all wet. She rubbed and sucked and licked until his entire phallus was coated with mouth ooze.
"Boy oh boy," he said, "you use that magic carpet tongue of yours like there was no tomorrow."
"I know," she said. "I love to suck prick. It makes me feel good." She her lips down along the side of his shaft. From there she proceeded to his balls. She found the nuggets of egg-shaped flesh ready and easily available for her tongue. She stroked up and down in the soft, sagging flesh of his balls. Soon she grew somewhat bored of his genitals-though a girl like Cindy could never really be bored of a man's cock and balls-and she had him roll over.
'There," he said,"I'm all ready. You just go to work."
"I can eat anything," she said. With that she split his buns. She spread the moon out and filled up the crack. She sloshed her tongue into the space between the two flesh loaves. She used her mouth muscle to enter into the crack. She wet it down and then went on to the tapered part of his bowels. She entered the cavity. Snaking it out, she hummed: "Mmmmmm, good." he rubbed up and down on the outside, in and out in the track itself.
He rolled his buttocks and the flapping buns made everything wet and greasy. "I love it," he told her. "You give me a perfect little ream out, honey. I like that. You're a lot better than when you were a kid. You know that?"
He sat up and turned around. "Let me take a look at you," he continued to speak. He pushed her down and rubbed her titties. "Look at those mams," he said, rubbing her titties. "You must have the biggest set in the whole damn fucking family." His lips spread and his mouth opened. He sucked up as much of the hot titty tissue as he could get his mouth around. He filled his face with hot breast.
"It's good," she moaned. "I like it." She took his head in her hands and rubbed his face up and down across her titty. She used his tongue where she wanted it, and she used his mouth and lips-around her nipple, her big brown cap-where she wanted it. "Ahhhhh," she moaned, "that's perfect."
Mr. Banks went sliding and wetting down all of the hot breast tissue. He made sure that the entire surface of the smooth titties was coated with his tongue before he left them alone. Then he went sliding down her tanned supple belly. "How did a girl like you from New York get such a good tan and such fine features?"
She smiled. "I guess I'm just lucky, Uncle Ricky," she said. Mr. Banks blushed and continued on his eat-out mission. He slid down the slope of her cunt and entered the hole in the mound. He spread the lips with his fingers, stimulated the cunt-clit with his tongue, and rubbed the deep tunnel itself with his entire muscle. "There," he said, pulling his chin out of place, "isn't that nice?" He slid his tongue out of the hole and looked up, smacking his lips, readying himself for some more of the same kind of fun. He wiped off his face.
"You know," she said, "I think I'd like it if you'd use some of that oral sex of yours on my ass-hole. What do you say?"
She'd rolled up and over onto her hands and knees before Mr. Banks could say "Humpty Dumpty". He slammed his mouth into her highly edible and smooth ass cheeks. He ate up one bun, then chewed on the other. He went for the meaty little slot in between when he was good and ready. "There," he said, slapping her tube open by holding he cheeks back and away, "is the hot little snapper." By "snapper" he meant the presently visible sphincter muscle. "You think I can get my joint in there?"
"I don't want you in there," she said. "I thought you were just going to use your tongue?"
"I am," he said. "Don't worry." But then he slammed his finger all the way up her ass-hole.
"Oh, no, please, stop," she begged. She flopped down on her belly and squirmed away until he got his finger out of her anus. "You can use your tongue," she said, "and ream me all the way, all you want, but you can't use your cock or finger. I'll cream if you do, and I'll tell everyone about what you did to me five years ago. You hear?"
"Now, now, my dear," said Uncle Banks. "No reason to feel that way at all. I'll be perfectly happy to use just my tongue. Smile!" She drew open her cheeks. He planted his long tongue in the curving shit tube. He plunged down the bunghole entrance. His meaty mouth muscle disappeared from sight, down the arched entrance to the woman's bowels. Then Uncle Rick Banks reached forward and grabbed Cindy's titties with his hands. He spread them out. He used each hand to take care of kneading and massaging each smooth titty. "You know," he told her, "you have the nicest boobs going."
"Ahhhh, good," said Cindy. "I love it when a man tells me something like that."
Uncle Rick Banks continued to work out on Cindy's chest while eating out her anus. He managed to get his tongue brushing up and down the crease between her heavenly, pillowy buttocks. He used his hands to hold the lovely globes open. They were ivory shaped items, well worth a feel. Beyond them, of course, was the perfect long anal cavity. In that cylinder, as he had earlier, Rick Banks continued to plunge his mouth muscle. He reamed her as she would have reamed herself were such a thing possible. Everything, but everything, was soaking wet in her ass crotch when he finished.
"There you are, my dear," he said, pulling his tongue up between her lickable buttocks as he finished sucking her out. "A perfect little eating-just to make you happy."
She shook her butt. "It Sure did work," she said. "I love it." She turned around and looked at his joint. "Think you can get any hotter?" she asked.
"Maybe if you lick me a bit more," he said. "But it should only take a minute or two. After all, the idea is to get a good fuck going." She leaned down between his legs and capped off the head of his meat. She plunged his long hard joint into her oral cavity. It only took her a minute to get the entire hog into her face. Somehow, by manipulating her throat in some special direction, she got his big prick into her neck. She used muscles in there to stimulate him, to make him hot and lusty. His organ began to throb. "I want to eat you at the same time," he told her. "I like it when we do sixty-nine, baby doll."
She made the proper adjustments. She gave him access to her twat hole. She spread her legs and her pussy slid upwards toward the hole in his face. He pushed out his tongue and rubbed it up and down between her twat lips. It was a simple matter to locate her highly aroused clit. The thing stood up like a mini erect penis. It was ready and begging, practically, for suck. She let him have it all by spreading her smooth loins, by giving him access to her hot twat, by sucking up his tongue with long tubular muscles in her hole. "Ahhh, yes," she moaned, rocking her cunt on his face as she continued to lick his phallus. "This is the perfect way to go." She rubbed her pussy between his lips and her clit went twitching in just about three directions at once. "Oooooh, God," she cried out.
But Mr. Banks was aware of what would happen if Cindy yelled out too loudly. "You have to be quiet, honey, or we're gonna be in trouble here. My wife will come down and yell at us-it'll be a mess."
"Yes, yes," she said, breathless for him to continue in her cunt. "I'm sorry. Please go on." She rubbed her pussy lips in his face. Her vagina was completely ready for his long hot wet tongue to do its work inside her body. "Go on," she said, "fuck me with that tongue of yours." She rubbed up and down and made sure that he got the proper angle on her clitoris. "Oooh, yeah," she sighed, "now that's the way to make me come." She rolled her hips, gyrated her pelvis, and the single hole in the center of her body went sliding in a circle around and around oh the pressing, drilling tongue meat. "Oooooh, ahhhhh, yeeeeessss!" she cried in a lusty, sexy whisper. 'That's it!! " She began to gush. She fucked and climaxed on his tongue the way another woman would have fucked and climaxed on a cock. And in fact, young Cindy had a cock in her mouth, so it was nearly the same.
As soon as she started gushing on Mr. Banks' tongue, she also began to suck on his joint. She rubbed especially hard and long on his prick, and she made sure to give the whole thing a good taste of her tongue. She licked up and down and before long she'd coated the sex muscle with all of her wet mouth organ, just as she had several times before. But this time she'd done it all more passionately, and that much more successfully. She'd have been willing to bet that Mr. Banks' cock grew another inch from the last ream and lick to his penis.
'That's it, honey. You have me going now. Just lick that dick another few times and it'll be all jism for you!" He bounced his cock in her face. She rubbed her lips up and down around the hot phallus. She used her mouth to make sure that the thing was as hot and ready as could be. "You tell me," she said, "when you're ready to come and I'll do you just right."
"O.k., " agreed Mr. Banks. "I'll tell you just before I'm going to spurt off. In the meantime, I want you licking me on the bottom. Get the underside of my prick and rub it with your tongue. You understand?" She understood perfectly. She rubbed up and down along the underside of his joint. She made sure that the whole thing was as wet and slippery as could be. She used her mouth muscle to coat the meaty pecker with juice, then she went sliding as much of the big meat into her face as would fit. It was then that Mr. Banks gave her the warning: "Pudding coming up, baby doll. Get yourself ready!! " He rubbed up into her mouth. Her special treat was to put both fists around the base of his massive hog and squeeze. She literally milked the come out of his dick. "Oooooh, yeah," moaned Mr.Banks, "that's perfect. That's fucking, sucking perfect!" He shot off in her mouth.
The hot come went spraying upwards into her face. Cindy swallowed all of it down. She took the entire load into her belly. She didn't miss a single shot. It wasn't her style to fuck up. She used her lips to make sure that none of the juice escaped, and she used her tongue to help it all get rolling in her esophagus. Finally, she started up a kind of cadence that made it easy to get the juice down: She had it all in her belly before Mr. Banks had even thought about pulling his joint out of her face. And when he did that, pretty Cindy just smiled and went down to lick him clean around the base of his joint.
Fifteen minutes later the young cousin was satisfied and asleep. Upstairs in his bedroom, tip-toeing along with the pistol in his hand, Mr. Banks made his way back to bed without waking up his wife. It was two in the morning. He set the gun down on his end table and thought about how sweet that young thing's cunt had been. He wondered if he would ever have her again. If he didn't, he sure would have one hell of a memory or two to think about. He dozed off and snored until the following morning.
IV
In the early morning privacy of their bedroom, Mrs. Banks reached her hand down between her husband's legs. He was still snoring, still asleep. She found what she was looking for and began to stroke it.
She whispered at Mr. Banks' ear as she fondled his member: "Are you awake, darling? Are you awake, Ricky?" But if Mr. Banks was awake, he certainly wasn't letting on. He laid perfectly still while his wife's fingers worked lightly up and down his joint. She gave gentle squeezes, and she gave tender caresses. Mr. Banks snored on. "Darling," she said again, this time a little louder because she could see by the alarm clock that they didn't have much time, "darling, wake up." She tickled his ear with her tongue. She worked his prick with her fingers while her tongue spoke softly inside his ear, "Come on, Ricky," she said. "It's "time to get up."
"Mmmmmm," he hummed softly, rolling over towards her. She was wearing no underwear. Mr. Banks' body pressed against his wife's fine shape. He could, even in his sleep, discern the fine figure of a woman that she was. He felt her shapely titties, her big erect nipples, her pushing mound-it all came to his unconscious as he rolled up against her. Her flat belly rubbed at the tip of his cock, and he knew, suddenly, that something, someone was working his penis into an erection. He opened one eye: "Louise? Louise, is that you?"
"Yes, darling," she told her husband softly. She reached with her free hand and touched off the alarm clock before the buzzer would have sounded. "It's me, darling. Wake up. We have just enough time to..." She reached both hands down between Richard Banks' legs. She pulled with two hands on his firming prick. Just a stroke or two more and she'd have her husband fully erect and ready for sex. "Come on," she said, sliding her hands along his penis, "it's time to get up, honey. We haven't got too much more time, but if you start now, we'll make it just right."
"Oh, yeah," he said, opening the other eye. "Oh, yeah." He moaned and rolled over on top of her. He landed with his penis between her smooth ample loins. Mrs. Banks, though in her late thirties, remained a powerfully beautiful woman. Her zesty character and delicate scent had won her many a younger man. She was, as even the present circumstance varieties, willing to go after what she wanted with all the coyness and all the vitality of any woman. She pressed herself against her husband's strong frame and worked his prick into her open vagina. "There," she said. "There you go, Ricky." She spread her loins and her labial lips followed suit. Everything about her was wide open and ready. "You can go in, Ricky," she said, reaching down to find his dick. "You can put it in me."
She located his cock. By now Mr. Banks' meat was at full mast. The flag hanging from the end said: "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He slipped his joint into place and started to snore again. He was onto her supple flesh, but he was asleep, too. She didn't mind that, but it meant he wouldn't be moving. She slipped her hands down around his hefty hairy buns and pulled. She slid a finger into his anus.
"Oh, Jesus!" he cried out. He not only woke up, but his hefty rigid rod rode down inside his wife's hot cunt hole to give her the beginning of the thrill she was seeking.
"That's more like it," she said, kissing him on the cheek. She took his face in hr hands and slid her tongue between his thick wet lips. She gave him a long French kiss. He gave her back much the same, sliding his mouth muscle against hers, filling her throat with tongue. "Ahhhh," she creamed, happy to have him working on her at last. "I love you, Ricky," she said. "I love you very much."
"Not so early," he said with a smile, but it showed in his face that he felt the same way about his wife. He worked his way down her lovely frame. He started with her big smooth breasts. He attached his mouth to first one nipple, and then he licked the other. He sucked up breast meat and slid his tongue up and down around the base of the two titties. He made sure to kiss every square inch of her chest. He loved the sensuous feel of his wife's big mammaries flowing against his face. Nothing ever made him feel better.
He worked his way down her belly. When he arrived at her trim hips he rubbed his face against the girdle of flesh between. Her stomach was soft and tender against his cheek. "Please," she begged, "come in and suck me, Rick. Go with your tongue like you always do. Make me nice, Ricky. Make me nice." She reached down, lifted her knees, spread her loins, fingered her open pussy. "I'm ready," she panted. "Go on!"
He looked in. The pie, as she had arranged it, was the way he liked it. He inspected the meaty little tube, ran his finger into it, tested the grease and the tender flesh it lubricated. He pressed his tongue against the obvious clitoris.
Louise Banks went wild, thrust her hips upwards with a powerful heave, and gasped lusty whispers: "Oh, God! Yes, Ricky. Yes!! I love that. Yes. Ahhhhh, Ohhhhhhh, Yes!! " She rolled her hips and her husband's hefty tongue rubbed inside just the way she liked it. "Hot damn," she cried out, arching her back. "That's perfect!" Her belly took on a graceful curve. Her flesh was slick and sculpted. Her cunt angled perfectly, banked against her husband's slopping, splayed tongue. "Yes!" she creamed, the ease-juice sliding out everywhere. "It's gonna be one hell of a thing, Ricky," she murmured. "One hell of a thing!"
He rotated on her body. He kept his mouth in place between her loins, his tongue sliding against her clit, but he rotated, revolved his body so that his cock would be available for her hands and her mouth. It took a minute for him to get his legs right, but when he did, he had her face against his prick. "That's good," she told him. "I like it like that. That's good." She used her hands to massage his prick. She squeezed the base and opened her mouth. Her long fingers guided his joint between her lips. She rubbed back and forth. When she needed it, she put saliva on his dick with her tongue.
"It's good," he would say. "Good and wet." And she would go sliding, sliding up and down the length of his phallus. Her tongue slid along the under side of his joint and then down the topside. She wet down the base and licked his nuts. She kissed his loins and tongued the tops of his legs, just to show him her dedication. She used her hands to massage his ass cheeks. His joint slid into place in her face.
Up and down he pumped his rod. Her lips squeezed and milked his joint. Her tongue worked like a wet svelte carpet, something against which he could rub his pecker. "I like that," he told her. "Hold your head steady." He pumped his prick in and out of her mouth, banging her until he was satisfied with the fucking in her face.
"Mmmmm," she hummed, "don't stop now, darling." She held his prick in her hand. She played with her fingers along the shaft. Everything was wet so it was easy for her to slide around in the slippery lubricant. It took no special effort for her to wet down her entire fist with greasy ooze. She merely put her fingers in her licked twat and brought the juice back up to his prick. She rubbed up and down with plenty of grease on her hand and on his erect penis.
"That I like," said Richard Banks, "a great deal. I like that rubbing and what you're doing with your tongue."
She'd taken to sliding her tongue up and down along the head of his meat at the same time that she rubbed his prick with her hand. Thus, she held his meat like a bat between her lips and rubbed the head of the bat between her lips and across her tongue. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, "that's so very nice. I like that, sucking this thing, you know." That was all she said. She continued to rub his meat around and around between her lips and her tongue with her greasy fingers. It was a long slippery slide.
"O.k., babe," her forewarned her. "I'm going to shoot some pudding in your face. Get ready."
She wanted it on her chest so she aimed his prick accordingly. "In your face," commanded Mr. Banks. "In your mouth."
"But I want it on my titties," she said.
"At the end," he told her. "First stuff goes down the belly, eh?"
"Oh, alright," she agreed reluctantly. She placed the head of his meat in her face. She rubbed with her lips and squeezed with her hands. She massaged the jism out of his penis.
"Oh, God, yes!" he moaned into her twat hole. The jism started flying. There were come bullets everywhere. The first spray missed her mouth altogether.
For some reason, Mrs. Banks had the joint against her cheek when Richard started ejaculating. So a big puddle of come formed on the pillow behind her head. Another shot splattered against the wall before she landed the prick in her mouth. There she kept it for the rest of the time that he came. "Mmmmm," she hummed, "just fucking right," when it was all over. She pulled his big prick out of her face and looked at it.
"Lick it," he told her. "Give it a little clean up routine."
She extended her mouth muscle and rubbed. She went up and down the stalk with a slippery feel of the hot joint in mind. She could clean it up alright, but what she was really doing, as far as Mrs. Banks was concerned, was getting another taste of a powerful joint. She had married her husband because of his big cock, and she loved to work out on it. Cleaning the rod with her tongue was just another way of getting a good long lick at it. She loved to suck it, to roll it in hr mouth, to play with it with her lips and with her long oral tube. "Oooooh" she sighed to him. "I hope you don't mind my getting you hard again?"
"Mind? Hell no. I love that."
"We don't have much time," she said, continuing to roll her tongue up and down along his pecker, "so I better hurry." Up and down she stroked his massive meat. She made sure that the entire thing was both clean and wet, well-prepared for yet another suck-off. She didn't want to have to stop and go back. So she rubbed him up good, using her tongue, stroking all along the top and bottom of the meat, making sure to coil her mouth muscle around the mushroom crown. She did a good job of getting her husband as high as possible. "Honey," she said to him, holding the meat out of her mouth and away from her tongue for a moment. "I think you're getting there, I think you're really hard now." She held the meaty pecker out for inspection.
Mr. Banks looked down. "Yeah," he said, "and it feels super, too." She scooped up the joint with her titties. She leaned down on his groin with her spread breasts sandwiching his cock. She made sure to get all of his meat rubbing between her titties. It was a long stroke and roll action that heated up Mr. Banks the rest of the way. His wife's deft use of her breasts created a fine flesh holster for his wet rubbing meat. "Oh, babe," he told her, "that's just the way I like it, honey. I like it like that." She rubbed her titties up and down alongside his big dick.
Then she started climbing up along his body. She arrived over his face. She straddled his mouth. "Will you eat me up?" she asked. "Eat my cunt? And maybe my ass-hole?"
"Why not?" he said. "Sit down and I'll get going on you."
She climbed up and took her final position. She was sitting in a deep knee bend over his mouth. She faced his flesh prong. She could even reach out and take the big boner in her hands if she wanted. But she did not. She sat with her hands on her knees. She looked down between her tight loins, at her husband's tongue. He was licking her snatch, coating her beard with hot wet saliva, running his tongue in and out of her cunt hole.
"I love that," she told him. "I ... ooooh, yessss. I love that!" She rocked up and down, like a rocking horse, only her pussy was the thing that did the most rubbing. It rubbed in and out and against his mouth and lips and tongue. He shot his mouth muscle up into her sweet wet flesh channel and she rocked around on it. "God damn fuck!" she moaned, blushing crimson and heating up considerably. "I love it." She rolled her legs together and that made it impossible for Richard Banks to do anything but play with his tongue in his wife's twat. He had the backs of his wife's thighs for view, her cunt for food, and her ass-hole on his fore-head. Then she slid forward, putting her bunghole and her buns on his oral cavity.
"Baby," he started to say, but she rocked around and her anus filled his face. He decided to give her the thrill. He rubbed his tongue between her buns and licked her anus. He stuffed her tube with all of his mouth muscle. He gave her shit tube a long licking.
Up above, Mrs. Banks began to cream. Her titties turned bright red. She sweated profusely. Ooze leaked from her honey pot. Pretty soon she had an erect clitoris. Her pussy was so hit and greasy that she couldn't tell the difference between her two pelvis holes. She had plenty of juice in both. She rocked backwards and her husband's tongue plunged up into her body. He worked the same muscle that had once been in her ass-hole now in her cunt. He jammed against her clitoris and moments later she began to climax.
"Oh, my fucking Lord," she screeched. There was no fooling the children, cousin Cindy, or anyone for that matter. Even the neighbors could have told you that there was sex going on in the Banks' household that morning, and it was hot lusty sex. Mrs. Banks slid up and down on her husbands' face, each of her two holes taking turns getting rubbed from his tongue, sometimes in her cunt, sometimes in her ass-hole, all the time making her quite happy. "Shit," she grunted, "I'm so happy I woke you up, honey. You have no idea." She dragged her orgasmic body off of his face and curled up around herself, down by his waist. "That was terrific, Richard," she said. "Absolutely terrific."
"Hey, babe," he said, "but what about my other boner here, eh?"
She smiled when she opened her eyes on the stiff prick. "Yes," she said, "of course," and with that she took to sucking his prick again. She slid her tongue up and down along his cock and quickly wet him quite thoroughly. Soon she had his dick throbbing with fresh blood, and then she had him flooding her oral cave. She swallowed all the come and licked him clean.
Five minutes later it was time for Richard Banks to leave for work. He had shaved, showered, dressed, eaten a small breakfast-in addition to the hair pie his wife served him-and was ready to leave. Mrs. Banks stood at the front door ready to kiss him goodbye. He came running up beside her and she kissed him on the lips. She told him to hold still because she had seen something on the corner of his mouth. She reached up and picked off a pubic hair. "There you go," she said discarding the short and nearly invisible curly hair from her fingers. "You're off."
V
No sooner had Mr. Banks pulled the car out of the driveway and started off to work when David, his sister and his cousin all appeared dressed and ready to go. "Mom," said David, "we're going to Disneyland and we'll be back around four."
"Have a good time, children," said Mrs. Banks. And with that she showed the children out the door. She watched them as they walked down the block to the corner and out of sight. She shut the door behind them and rushed to the shower. She washed and dried quickly. In the bathroom mirror she inspected her fine, stacked body. She applied make-up and perfume, a musky scent of some sort, and then dressed quickly in a short skirt and tight blouse. She slipped into her heels and sat down at the kitchen table to wait. She tapped her fingers and sure enough, five minutes later, there was a honking out in front of the house. She rushed to the window and double checked to make sure it was who she thought it was. Seeing the red sports car, she grabbed her purse and dashed outside.
"Hi, Frank," she said softly. "How are you?" She hopped into the sports car on the passenger seat side. "Where you takin' me today?"
Frank was young, probably thirty at the outside, and he had a certain handsome look to his dark features. He smiled and told Mrs. Banks that he knew of a private beach up the coast where they could be alone and share some privacy. He smiled, too, and said that in addition to privacy, he wanted to share something else with Mrs. Banks, too.
They made their way toward Santa Barbara. On the way Mrs. Banks slid over close to Frank and used her hand to rub his thigh. She caressed up and down his leg while he drove. "You have such fine muscles," she said. "I think the tone of your thighs is what I like best." She rubbed her fingers down between his loins. "I like the strips of muscle in here the best." She massaged the inside of his leg. "Did you know," she continued, "that the Greeks were known for their strong legs?"
"No," said Frank, "I didn't know that." He smiled and steered the car with only one hand. He slipped his free set of fingers into her legs. He found, with her skirt riding up, the tender flesh between her legs. He rubbed up and down and located her hot hole. "Oh, yeah, baby," he said, "I see you're getting into it."
What Frank meant by that was that Mrs. Banks was no longer wearing underwear. When he first met her she always insisted on wearing a bra and panties and support hose and all sorts of fettering contraptions. It used to take Frank hours to work his way down through the hodgepodge of clothing, to get to the flesh that he loved to lick and suck. But now, after several weeks of their affair, he was able to convince Mrs. Banks that underwear and all of that kind of thing, at least with him, was totally unnecessary. He stabbed a long bony finger into her twat hole while they continued speeding toward Santa Barbara.
"Can you do that and drive at the same time?" she asked.
"Sure," said Frank. "I love it this way. It's a thrill." He had her sit up next to him. Her left hand was between his legs, and his right hand was between her legs. He pulled up her skirt so that it rode up around her trim tanned hips. He slapped a finger into place, a backhand, and played with her clit. She had the biggest smile possible on the freeway. She looked around from side to side and saw cars zooming past, but none of them knew, as she smiled and as her eyes sparkled, that the reason for her cheery look on her face was that a finger was sliding up and down against her clitoris.
"Ooooh, fuck," she said, "Frank! I'm getting so fucking turned on. I don't know what's gonna come next." She squeezed his crotch muscle.
"Next is Alta Vista," he said. "We're almost there, so hold your horses."
A few minutes later they pulled to a stop on a backroad next to the beach. They emptied the car of a handy blanket and picnic basket which Frank had had the presence of mind to bring with him. It wasn't an easy couple of items to remember. He'd been thinking about fucking and sucking with Mrs. Banks for a week, and it was hard to concentrate. But he'd managed to toss these items into the back of his car as he left his house that morning. He dragged them along, down the private hillside to the isolated rock and beach. It was an excited and jubilant Mrs. Banks who led the way.
"Oh, Frank," she moaned, "it's perfect. Just perfect."
'You like this?" he asked. They were isolated from everything. No one on the road, nor in the hills East, could possibly see them. In order to know there whereabouts, one would have to hike down the hillside onto the beach. The ocean waves crashed relentlessly in front of them, on rocks and sand.
"It's just so wonderfully beautiful," said Mrs. Banks. She started slipping out of her clothes. A few weeks before she wouldn't have thought about getting undressed in public, but now, with Frank's help, she'd been ready on countless occasions to go nude, even, sometimes, in places where Frank himself wouldn't have considered it. He watched her bare her body, Before long she had off her skirt and her blouse and she ran up and down next to the crashing waves, testing the water, teasing herself with its chill. Her tits and her buns were bouncing, her legs were shimmering and it was everything that Frank could do to keep from running up and slamming his joint into her body.
"Come on," she hollered up the beach at him. "It's warm." She went splashing out to sea. Soon her nude breasts were floating and no longer visible. It was then that Frank realized he'd have to join her if he wanted to keep his eye on those big nipples and that lovely dark wet mound. He stripped and ran after her, diving into the ocean, and swimming out to catch up with her.
Treading water and within range, he reached out and grabbed Mrs. Banks' titties. "Oh, God," she screamed, "don't do that now. Oh, no, no, not now." She swam away from him and went running up onto shore. He swam around for a bit and laughed at about how he'd squeezed her titties. Then he swam out of the water and climbed up along side Mrs. Banks where she laid on the spread blanket.
"It's warm," he said, dripping salt water. "Isn't it nice?"
"Yeah," she said, her eyes closed, her body soaking. "I like it."
He reached down along her back. She was on her stomach. He took her buttocks in his hand and rubbed softly. He massaged first one cheek and then the other. He worked a digit up and down between her two wet buns. "I love the sea," he said. "Nothing nicer." He rolled her over on her back.
"What the hell?" she wanted to know, but he cut her off and stuffed her cunt with his finger. "Oh," she said, recognizing what he had in mind. "A little action, eh?" She smiled at him.
"You bet, honey." He rubbed his finger in and out of her friendly little twat space. The thing was already wet with ooze. There was plenty of gush, even though she'd been swimming in the ocean. He worked the lips of her vagina open and stuffed her tube with his finger. "Oh, baby," he told her, "you have the kind of twat that's so easy to fuck with that I just don't know what to tell you." He rubbed his digit in and out of her hole. He jammed down deep and her lovely flesh tube soaked up his long bony action
"Fuck," she moaned, "that's damn good." She rolled her hips up and down on his phallic finger. She swayed her box from side to side and made sure that she got as much screwing from his finger as she could use. His finger went sliding up and down against her clitoris, and that, of course, gave her the most thrill. "I love it," she said. "I love that finger sliding and sloshing around in there, Frank."
"Honey," he said, "we're just getting started. You just wait." He spread her legs apart and slapped his finger in harder and faster. He drilled her twat hole full of his long digit. He made sure, on each and every stroke, to rub up and down against her clit button. That started the ooze flowing, prepared Mrs. Banks for the up and coming rub with Frank's tongue. "You think you might like a little eating in there?" he asked her softly.
"You know I would," she said.
"Good," he said with a smile. "I'm gonna lick you out." He leaned down between her soft loins. The ample thighs spread out to accommodate his face. Then she squeezed shut on his head. His tongue went slapping into place between her vaginal leaves. He applied the tip to her clit and nibbled with his lips on her hot little twat-prick. "I like to eat you out, Mrs. Banks," said Frank. "I get a big charge out of that." He lapped at her mound, at the pubic hairs, at the insides. He loved to eat out a woman's hot wet cunt tube.
"I like it when you use your tongue on me, darling," she said. "It makes me hot very fast." She opened her legs again and slipped her pussy up and down along his open lips. She sloshed back and forth too. He worked his tongue inside her flesh cave, playing in particular with her clitoris. The hot little pussy muscle was upright and ready for any and all sucking action. Frank used his lips, naturally, and nibbled and munched on the thing.
"Oh, shit," she cried out, her legs spreading wide. "Oh, fucking shit!" She pushed her mound upwards. "I have to have some of that joint of yours, too, Frank," she added. "Get that cock up here in my mouth."
He turned around so that his penis was available for sucking. She licked it a bit and said: "It tastes like saltwater. I like it, but it tastes funny."
"It's from swimming," said Frank. "Just lick it off and get going, eh?"
Mrs. Banks stretched out her long tongue. She spread it against the thickest part of Frank's hot hog. She rubbed up and down against the meaty dick. She used the tip of her tongue to get hold of the mushroom head. Then she sloshed the whole meat into place between her lips. She rubbed the rim of the crown and the sensitized head. She used her tongue to lick off the top of the joint, too. She rubbed with her lips at the underside of the hot hog. Finally, cramming as much of it into her face as possible, she sucked hard and wet and long on the joint.
"Oh, God damn," said Frank, so distracted by the good feel of a hot wet mouth around his joint. "Listen, you just keep sucking me, baby. I got to lay back and enjoy this. I'll eat you out a bit later." He smiled and rolled off her twat. He wanted to lay back and get that lovely tongue of Mrs. Banks all over his genitals. He spread himself out. She took a new position, and then she continued to work on his hot meat. "There," she said, wrapping her fingers around the base of his mound. "Is that the way you like it?"
He looked down. She bowed between his thighs. She spread his legs with her hands and she used her fingers, next, to rub on the base of his phallus. She worked the tip of his meat into place in her face again. Now she had all of his meat the way she liked it. "You're bigger than my husband," she said. "You really have a big penis." She held the joint out of her face and inspected it. "I like the shape of your hog," she said. She licked up the shaft. She jammed her mouth down on the stiffest part of the thick muscle.
"Oh, baby," said Frank, "that's what I call good suck. Keep that up." He sat up and took hold of her head. He rubbed her mouth up and down along his flesh cob. She chewed with her gums and her cheeks and her tongue on his tough member. She rubbed up and down with her open mouth. She licked and sucked and washed his joint in her face. "I love it," he said, watching her mouth slide on and off his pecker. "I really do love it." His joint was getting slippery and wet. Everything was getting hot and ready. "Pretty soon," he said, "I'm gonna have to fire off." She licked the head of his meat and said, "Just enjoy yourself." Then she went back to slopping around on the top and tip of his penis. She spread her tongue out and rubbed the meaty joint tip of his penis. She spread her tongue out and rubbed the meaty joint tip against her wet magic carpet flesh, against her mouth member. "I love it," he. said softly. He could barely be heard above the crashing of the ocean's waves.
A moment later he was ejaculating. The jism went flying into Mrs. Banks' ready face. The come splattered in the back of her throat. The juice she swallowed as she licked the bone. She squeezed and milked at the base to make sure all the come was out. She swallowed a last drop or two before taking the pudding-producing cock-stick out of her face. She looked at it.
"My oh my," she sighed, "it's a big joint you have, Frank. How do you ever keep yourself from just raping everything!! ? " She smiled and went licking up and down the length of the fuck muscle. She spread her tongue out and brushed up the side of the meat. When she arrived at the spongy head she sucked that into her' face.' "I love a hot organ," she said later. "I love having a big round meaty prick cap in my mouth." She licked and rubbed like that for a considerable period of time. Then,, when she grew tired of working out on his joint, she had him turn over and get up on his hands and knees.
"like this?" he asked, waving his buttocks back and forth.
She put her hands on his hairy ass cheeks. "Yes," she said, rubbing them a bit. "That's just the way."
"You going to ream me?" he asked.
"Would you like that?" she said with a smile, rubbing his blushing moon globes.
"I wouldn't mind," he said. "Especially if you use your tongue a little to make sure it's a good one."
"What'd you think I'd use?" she asked. She spread his buns and pushed and pushed her tongue into the slot between. She rubbed up and down and made sure that every inch of his hot anal crack was filled with hot wet tongue. She would do anything oral, and ass licking was included in that category. She loved to work her tongue up and down between a man's ass cheeks. Sometimes, she even considered doing the same thing with a woman. But she never really got around to it. She continued to lick, enjoying every stroke, at Frank's anal slot.
"Get inside," he told her. "Go on in the tube." He reached back with one hand alid helped her get the big buttocks open. His rump was so fully vulnerable now that it looked like a fly trap. She pressed her tongue down into the open sphincter and he cried out, "Oh, yeah, now you got it."
She pressed her tongue in and out of his bunghole. She worked around and around in order to ream him just the way he would like it. She held around his cock while kissing his butt. She liked to feel his joint in her fingers while she rubbed on his buttocks. It was a nice feel for them both, one which ended with Frank having a big stiff erection.
"You know," he said, "if you keep this up I'm going to come again right now."
"You better save that stuff," she told him. "I don't want to have to go home empty handed, if you know what I mean."
"You want to make sure and come, eh?"
"Yeah," she said, returning to licking out his ass crotch. "Just a couple more strokes here and you can eat me, alright?"
"Anything you want," he told her, "you can have." He waved his buttocks once or twice more as she plunged her tongue in and out of the fanny space. "I love it," he told her. "I really do love it." Her tongue streamed up and down along his buttocks and between them and into his ass-hole. "Ahhh, good," he sighed. "Just about perfect."
She extracted her tongue from his ass-hole and wiped off her chin. "I kind of like licking you," she said. "I mean especially there."
"I think you like anything that's oral," he told her. "Want to lick my pits?" He lifted one arm.
"Sure," she said. "Just put one out."
He laid down and lifted his arm. She spread out her tongue and pressed her mouth muscle into the hairy arm cave. She sucked up the loose skin and tendon there. Then she licked his biceps. Finally, she went to his manly nipple and sucked on that. She used her tongue to make sure he was pretty hot and ready for her mouth. She'd arrived at his cock.
"This is the best, of course," she said. "There's nothing that can replace a good hot piece of cock flesh.
A penis is a penis is a penis and would smell as sweet by any other name."
"What?" he asked, recognizing something similar to some famous Shakespeare line.
"Never mind," she said, licking his prick. She rubbed up and down and coated the long muscle with fresh saliva ooze. "I like to suck you is all I mean to say." She rubbed with her tongue. She swallowed up the head. A last drop of semen juice leaked out of the tip. She swallowed that too. She made sure to milk his prick around the base. She rubbed and got it all down. She used her mouth to suck on the mushroom head. It was spongy and she liked the feel of it between her lips and her tongue. It gave her something to think about. "You know," she said, pulling the hot wet muscle out of her face, "there's something I'd like to ask you."
"What?" asked Frank.
"Do you like it better when I lick the top of your prick, here-" She touched the top of his mushroom crown with the tip of her index finger. "-or do you prefer that I lick you here?" She rubbed her same finger at the underside of his big spongy head.
"Both," he said. "Sometimes I like just the top to be sucked, and sometimes I like just the bottom, and most of the time I like to have the whole thing pulled by those lovely thick wet lips of yours. You know what I mean?"
He smiled and waited for her to reapply her mouth to his joint.
"I want to come too," she said. "Do you mind?" She stretched her long supple thighs around his face so that her hot mound was rubbing at his mouth. He supplied her with plenty of tongue meat the minute she was in range. He gave her a full pussy, one that she couldn't have not enjoyed He slipped his tongue up and down along her clitoris. Then, taking the thing between his lips, he sucked and rubbed. He gave the tip of the little clit a good sliding with his long tongue muscle. It didn't take him long to have her juicing and gushing in his face.
"I can taste your juice," he told her. "It's good. I like it."
Chills climbed Mrs. Banks' body. Her big ripe mammaries were rubbing against Frank's pelvis. He could feel them sweat and go hot and cold. He knew she was turned on, ready to roll, ready for climax. "Go on," he said, pushing his tongue down her flesh barrel. "Go ahead and juice off." He slapped his tongue up against her pubic forest, kissed the mound and sucked the hot little lips of her vagina.
"Oooh, fuck," she grunted, "you're so fucking right!! " She wobbled up the ecstasy ladder and let herself go flying. "There it is," she gasped. "Oh, God, fuck, yes, ahhhhh!" She collapsed around his face, her lovely thighs going soft and away from him. She climbed down off his mouth with gush dripping from her cunt tube. "It was good, Frank," she said. "I really did like that. That was fucking nice." She lay in a heap of spent flesh trying to catch her breath. "I love you!" she said.
"What would your husband say?" he asked.
"Oh, he wouldn't approve," she said with a grimace.
"Fuck him though. I like this." She eyeballed his still stiff meat. Then she jumped on it with her mouth. "Let me finish you off," she added, her tongue working like a lizard's mouth muscle. She streaked up and down his rigid flesh rod and made sure that his joint was coated with mouth juice. Then she popped the rest of his muscle into her face and sucked him off. She used her tongue to rub the tip of his big hearty crown, and she used her lips and massaged his spongy tip. Soon he was orgasmic, ejaculating in hr mouth. He shot sperm juice up into her throat. She sucked it all up, swallowed everything. "Yummy," she said, licking the last drop of this second load up into her lips, "I like sucking you off, Frank. It makes me happy."
They spent the day on the beach in that manner. Neither of them even bothered with the picnic basket. They didn't seem to be hungry for that kind of oral satisfaction.
VI
Although Frank had wanted to spend the night on the beach, Mrs. Banks insisted that he take her home. She had a family to tend to, housework to take care of, a husband to watch out for. He reluctantly drove her home sometime around sunset. He dropped her off around the corner from the house so that no one would see the red sports car and the strange man who drove it, and Mrs. Banks. He laid rubber as he screeched off into the traffic of the main boulevard.
Although Frank had spent most of the day sucking and eating with Mrs. Banks, he still felt a bit horny, like he could go for one more meal before the day was over altogether. So rather than go home, he stopped off at one of his favorite bars, a place up on the Strip, The Holly Bar. He found the place crowded with teenyboppers and groupies, all gathered together to see some rock star group.
Frank knew nothing himself about this kind of thing, so he just took a table at the back of the place and waited. About two drinks later a fabulous looking blonde girl who couldn't have been any older than fifteen pulled up a chair next to Frank's. She spread her legs in order to cross them and her short skirt rode up to the middle of her thighs. She had long smooth legs, prettier and more shapely than most, and a big bustline. She was a natural. But what Frank liked about her best was her pair of thick moist lips. They had lipstick on them, but they were so succulent looking, so obviously geared for things oral, that he couldn't resist moving over and saying hello to her. "Hi ya, honey," he said with a smile. "I just have to tell you that I think you're really pretty, babe."
"Well, thanks," she said, unfolding her legs and crossing them in the other direction. In this way she was able to give Frank a quick view of her snatch. She wore no underwear. Frank got a quick scent of some familiar aroma, probably ease-juice, and he asked the young girl: "Say, what's your name?"
"Debby," she said in a lingering voice, "Debby Kerma. What's yours?" , "Frank Salsa," he said. "I like your legs, Debby. You got nice long legs." He reached out and stroked her thigh. If she let him do that, he figured, she'd let him go all the way. It was dark in the back of the bar and it was no problem to feel her up there without being seen. He let his fingers go where they would, and she didn't seem to mind. He pulled his chair up close to where Debby Kerma sat and stretched his hand under the table to get a better and longer feel of the smooth skin on her thighs. He rubbed lightly up and down.
"I like that, Frank," she said. "I like that a lot." She rolled her legs open so that Frank could get his fingers into her mound. She spread herself wide under the small table. "Go on," she said. "Get that finger in there. I like it when you pull my clit with the rhythm of the music."
He found her clitoris and pinched it in cadence with the music. "Oh, yeah, honey," she said. They both sat staring with their drinks in one hand, their other hands under the table. They were looking with glassy eyes at the bar and the stage and the dancers and the musicians, but at least Fank wasn't thinking about music. He had the young teenybopper's clit in his fingers and he was working the ooze around it into a foamy lather. "I like you, kid," he told her. "You're a great lady."
"And I'm a great mouth lay, too," she said, obviously heated up from the fingering between her legs, "I wish we had someplace we could go and get it on."
Frank had a hard-on so large that he was afraid to stand up. "I got a place," he said softly. He took her hand and put her fingers on the head of his meat between his legs.
"You sure do have a big boner," she said. "Man, that thing is large!"
"Let's go out to my car," suggested Frank. "You can see how really big it is."
She smiled and then stood up with Frank's finger sliding out of her vaginal tube. "Let's go, man," she said. "This is gonna be far fucking out." Frank left money on the table to cover their drinks. Then he took blonde Debby, the teeny-bopper, by the hand and led her outside. They walked up the hill to where Frank was parked. He opened the back door, not wanting even to bother with the front seat, and they both got in. He locked the door behind them.
The little red sports car might have been small, but it had a fold down arrangement in the backseat which gave both Debby and Frank enough room to move around in. It only took young Debby a few seconds to get acclimated. "Let me get at your dick," she said. "I want to try out a few new strokes I've been practicing." She slid her hands between his legs and landed on a bulge in his crotch. "Must be it, eh?" she said. It was dark and she faced Frank. "Do you like to kiss?" she asked.
"Sure," said Frank. "Do you?"
She answered his question with her tongue. She pressed her mouth against his and ran her tongue inside his face. She toured the inside of his slippery cheeks. And all the time that the couple French kissed like that, Debby was working her hands on Frank's belt. She was trying to get his pants open enough so that she could get his pecker out. "I know it's gonna be big," she said, when she broke from the kiss, "if only I could get the thing out so I could see it." She smiled and worked furiously to undo his belt and zipper. Finally, she located the clasp that had been holding things up and got Frank's trousers down. That left him wearing underwear.
"Go on," he said. "I thought-"
She put a finger to his lips and told him to be quiet. "I want to go slow," she said. "This is the best part. Anticipation, you know, is like a hundred percent of the game, hey man? You know that." She rubbed the bulge in his cotton white briefs. She stroked up and down on it.
Frank took to playing with the soft titties. Debby wore no bra and her blouse came undone with just the slightest touch at the buttons. He worked his fingers along her big creamy boobies and rubbed the nipples. She continued to pet his dick in his cotton underwear. "I like your phallus," she told him while he sucked her titties for the first time. He would have asked her how she knew that, but he was too interested in the shape of her luscious boobs, and too busy sucking off her nipples to bother. He just let her continue to stroke at his joint and rub his underwear while he worked his tongue up and down her tits.
"You know," she said, indicating that he should lift his hips, "I think I'd like to get a look-see at that organ of yours. I think it's time."
Frank lifted his hips and gave Debby the room she needed to move in. She pulled his pants down around his knees and then looked at his joint. Even in the dark she exclaimed, "Oh my God! That thing is so fucking big, man. I'm gonna love sucking you off! You know that? I'm gonna love it!" She pressed Frank's massive, jumbo-sized penis between her palms. "And you're not even completely hard yet," she said. "How about that?! " She started to climb down to his prick, but he wouldn't let her go. "What the hell's the matter, man?" she asked defiantly. "I wanna suck you off."
"You do that," he said softly, "I'll have to say goodbye to your tits." He rolled one of the big creamy breasts in his fingers. "And I like sucking on them, this one in particular." He smiled and rubbed his tongue up and down along her titty. "It's nice," he said. "You know what I mean, babe? I like sucking on it."
"But I want to give you head," she said. "I'll tell you what. You suck for a minute or two, and then I'll give you some header, you know, man? A really fine blow job. I'll give up my pleasure for a minute or two, but then, like man, I wanna go down on it. Alright?"
He could hardly turn her down. "Alright," he said. "Sounds good by me." He went back to stroking his tongue up and down across her titties. He rubbed his splayed mouth muscle in circles on the big caps of her nipples, and he kissed her large flowing mammaries at the base. He enjoyed sucking her titties and rubbing them because they were so soft and fresh looking. They gave off a tender heat which his tongue lapped up. "O.k., " he said to the teenybopper, "go on down on me."
She slid down along his body and curled up next to his joint. "Man," she said in a low, lusty whisper, "you got a big hog here. I'm gonna suck you clean." She wormed her tongue down to the base. She coiled her mouth muscle around the flesh-stick. She rubbed up the shaft and then attacked the underside with the tip of her meat. She used her wet stroking tongue to get
Frank's hot meat as stiff as possible. Before he could even think about saying something, she had turned his firming rod into a pillar of powerful erect beef.
"Baby," he commented, "you know how to suck, eh?"
"I love to suck cock," she said. "Nothing can make me happier. You know what I mean, man?" She smiled and stroked his beef pecker with her tongue against the shaft. She took his prick head out of her oral cavity and rubbed the spongy tissue against the side of her face. She made sure that the galvanized tip went sliding along her smooth cheek. "I just love hot wet penis. What can I tell you?" She mouthed the mushroom head and sucked it up with her wet lips. She used two hands and held the prick by the base, like a bat. She swatted back and forth so as to make sure the head of the pecker flesh was properly rubbed and stimulated. The ruby mushroom head looked hot and tender. She stroked at it with her tongue and then she asked Frank: "This isn't your first time today for a blow-job, is it?" She smiled.
"No," he said, "but how did you know that?"
"I don't know," she said. "After a while, I got fb know my meats. I like your dick anyhow," she added. "I mean I don't care if ten ladies sucked you off. You know what I mean?" She rubbed the head of his hot flesh prong into her face.
Frank began banging back and forth. His joint slid in and out of the teenage mouth. She went sliding up and down on the thick portion, forcing the hot tip into the back of her narrow, long throat. She forced the pecker into position and rubbed with her hands. She fingered his balls and the back of his butt. She made sure that no portion of his joint or his ass was left untouched by her loving fingers. She may have been young, but she knew how to give terrific head.
"Baby," he told her, "you're fucking good. I've had a lot of suck in my time, and you're the best."
"Thanks," she said. "I like knowing that." She held his beef out of her lips for a moment, but then she put it back inside. She took the whole heart-shaped mushroom head between her thick moist lips and stuffed much of the hog down her throat. She was able, somehow, to get a good deal of the meat into her face. Then she began swallowing. She'd crammed the beefy rigid rod into her face, and Frank had begun banging, and she'd started swallowing on it. Her throat muscles squeezed up and down on the tip of his joint, and especially, when she had the right angle, on the rim of the crown.
"Wow," said Frank softly in the back of the sports car, "that's good, kid. I mean that's really good suck." He watched his joint disappear in and out of the teeny-bopper's narrow oral tube. "You know just how to do it." She sucked with her lips at the base of his rod. She had most of his big prick stuffed down her face. She pulled his joint out of her mouth and said, "Do you like to eat cunt?"
"Sure," he said. "It's one of my all time hobbies." He smiled and waited for her to make the proper arrangements. She had to pull up her skirt, get her legs open, show him her pussy. When she had everything in order, her twat ready, she said: "Take a look at that hole."
He peered up between her sexy thick lips. "It's good," he said. "I like that."
"Go on," she said. "Eat me out." She rubbed her legs wide open so that Frank could easily get in.
He liked the way she displayed her hot hole. It was open and juicing. He stuffed his tongue up into it. He wet down the inside of the hot thick labial lips. Then he went for the little girl's clitoris. She couldn't have been any younger than fifteen, but to Frank, who was used to sucking out Mrs. Banks' thirty-five year old pussy, Debby was a young girl. He stuffed his head inside her twat and found her clit.
"Ooooh, yes," she moaned, "that's just right. You have it now, Frank." She rolled her hips up and down in his face while he worked his hefty mouth muscle in and out of her tube. He located the clit so well that it was no effort to catch the clit with each and every thrust. In fact, he made a point of it.
"God fucking damn," creamed the teenager, "you really know how to make a girl happy, Frank." She reached down and took his head in her hands. She pulled his head up and down against her mound. His tongue stroked at the inside of her body. He used his hands, too, to rub her buttocks. He investigated the natural curve of her slender ass crease and allowed one finger a quick plunge in the teenager's hot little anus.
"Ooooh, yes," she moaned, "I like that, too."
Her butt cheeks were smooth and slippery and Frank couldn't resist the idea of giving them a good little tongue rub. "Would you mind turning over?" he asked her. He massaged her thighs and the rest of her legs while Debby turned over. It took only a quick glance for Frank to realize that he'd done the right thing in having the girl turn over. Her ass-hole was as soft and pink and nubile as could be. He leaned down and spread open the soft buns. He used his finger so that he could get a good feel of the lay of the land while he worked. He managed to get a finger into her bung-hole with no trouble at all. He'd been sure, of course, to lube up first, in her sweet well of juice, and that had made stuffing her all that much easier.
He extracted his finger and continued his inspection of her ass. But he used his tongue for the final touring. He spread her buns and brushed the wet anal channel with his long mouth organ. He licked up and down until he was quite sure he'd coated her buns and her crack with fresh saliva. He went from there into her bunghole, filling the hot tube with the tip of his tongue, making sure that he coated it well. "You know," he said, pulling his tongue out of her shit tube, "I think you're not only one of the best blow jobs in town, but you have the most deserving ass-hole, too." He leaned back down and stuffed Debby's shit tube with hot tongue meat. He gave her all the ream out that a young girl could ever hope to get.
"God damn, Mr. Salsa," she said, "you really do like to have oral sex, don't you?" She waved her sweet little butt in his face. "I think we're perfect for each other." She rolled over and had him sit on her face. He squatted with his anus and his balls and his cock hanging down in her mouth. She used her tongue to rub his sack, to eat his shit tube, and to lick what she could get hold of on his joint. "If you turn over," she said, finally, "I'll suck you off altogether." .
But rather than turn over, Frank just leaned forward. His big pecker went sliding into place in the young woman's mouth. She pressed with her hot lips on the head of his member. She worked the stiff phallus up and down in her oral cavity. It was nothing for her to swallow it all, and then to spit it all up again, only to swallow it all down once more. She loved to eat him, and she loved penis. It made for a perfect combination in the back of Frank Salsa's little sports car.
"You know," he said to her twat, "I could really get into this thing." He rubbed his tongue into the now-familiar space. He could see the slimy ease-juice beginning to roll, the rubbing twat lips getting ready to squeeze, the fleshy insides ready to flex with orgasm. "Are you getting hot?" asked Frank.
"You bet I am," she told his penis. She licked and sucked a bit more.
"I'm so hot," she said, "I might just have to explode!" She rolled her butt up and down, and her twat went sliding in and out of Frank's lips. He had his mouth open, and his tongue pointed down into the hot wet tunnel of flesh love. He jammed his tongue again and again against her hot clit. He wanted to see and hear the teenager yell and gasp with passion. He wanted to hear her fresh passionate wails, her gushing ecstasy. He wanted to feel her come in his face while his joint was stuffed down her long swallowing throat.
"Ahhhh," she creamed around his hog with her oral tube, "fuck me!" He was only too happy to give her what she wanted. He banged her face. His meaty prick stabbed her mouth several times in a row. He rubbed his pecker in and out of her hot tube. He gave her mouth the kind of treatment that most men would have spent on an ass-hole. He jabbed her several times in a row, and each time that his huge penis went sliding into her face, she gasped for ecstasy.
"Oh, God," she moaned, taking his meat out of her mouth, "do you know how much, man, how much, I really love a prick?" She held it in her hands and rubbed it back and forth. Her fingers and her palms and Frank's hot cock were all so wet that it was impossible for him to tell the different pieces of flesh apart. "Go on," she said, "just squirt off and I'll catch the falling drops of semen in my face." She was a hopelessly romantic young woman.
Frank felt the surge of jism starting up in his balls. He told the girl: "I'm gonna come. Put my dick back in your mouth."
"Sure, man," she said. "All you have to do is ask. Just ask Debby and I'll do anything, man." She smiled and then popped the hot rod into her face. She had the head, then the head and the stem, and finally, the head, the stem, the base, all of it, all of the hot penis, stuffed down her oral tube into her throat. She swallowed around the spongy prick crown and soon Frank Salsa was coming in her face.
"Oh, honey," he grunted, "you really do know how to suck a man off." The pulsing jism went sliding down her throat. She swallowed every drop but there wasn't much of it.
"Say," she said, "you must have had more than one blow job today. There was hardly any come there at all." She licked the cap of his meat. She swallowed all the excess juice that ran from the tip of his joint. "You only had a little bit of jism, Mr. Salsa," she said. "That's too bad because I love to swallow come." He was laying on his back, somehow, and she still had his prick in her hands. She was rubbing his joint from side to side and making sure that the thing was as hot and slippery as when she'd been sucking on it. "That's alright," she continued to say, "I don't mind if you don't have that much juice in your prick today. I'll meet you again sometime, man, in a different life, you know? When we both have better kharma and all, and it'll be far fucking out." She let his cock drop like it was poison. She pulled up her skirt and slid to the front seat of the car. "You know what I mean, man?" She started buttoning her blouse. "I mean not all the time does everyone have such a great time sucking and fucking and all. Sometimes it's like off, you know? It's like not the right day or something. like me, I just can't come right now. It's not you, it's not me, and maybe it's not even the stars or the moon, man, but I just can't get my twat to shoot off. You know what I'm talking about?" She reached one finger down between her legs and smelled the end result. "Look at that," she said, extending her finger over the back seat of the car so that Frank could smell her freshly rubbed digit.
He leaned forward and took in the delightful aroma. "It just doesn't smell right, does it?" asked Debby, taking her wet, ease-juice coated finger back. She licked it off. "I can tell," she said, "that I ain't gonna come man, at least not now, not now with you, so I'm gonna get the fuck out. Maybe another time, eh? I know it looked like we might make it together before, but now I don't think so, you know what I mean Frank?" She smiled and opened the door. "So I'll see you, eh, Frank? You'll come around to the Holly Bar again, eh?" She showed her long thigh before she left altogether. Then she shut the door to the car.
"Wow," said Frank, who could hardly give a damn since he'd just ejaculated. "I mean, man, really, far out, and fucking wow!"
VII
Young Debby made her way back to the bar. The truth of the matter was not that she wouldn't have come with Frank Salsa, not that she couldn't have had an orgasm just then, but that she had other plans. For one thing the very reason she'd come to the Holly Bar in the fist place was to get together with a guy in the band, a fellow named Dick Smake. If Dick had known that Debby was out fooling around, he'd have probably been pissed off, so it was important that Debby got back before the band finished their routine. She just made it. Dick Smake pounded out the downbeat, he was the drummer, and the band finished up.
Debby made her way through the departing crowd up to the stage. "Hey man," she said to Dick, "you were fabulous."
"How would you know?" he said coolly leaving his sticks behind on his seat. "You weren't around for three-quarters of the show."
"Be cool," said a guitar player from the group, Andy. "The little lady's got her thing, too, man."
"She sure does," said Dick. "And I want nothing to do with it. man. You want her, Andy, she's all yours." With that Dick split from the stage.
"Wow," said Debby. "What's up his ass?"
"I don't know," said Andy. He was a long-haired youth with long, guitar-picking fingers. He picked up his musical instrument and took Debby by the hand. "You want to snort some snow, baby?" He smiled and knew she'd say yes. He led the way backstage to his dressing room. They locked the door behind them. "You like to snort?" he asked, laying out his guitar and taking off his leather jacket. "Or what?"
"Oh, man, you know," she said, "I like a little of everything."
"And everybody, the way Dick tells it." He was tapping some coke out of a tube onto a glass mirror.
"I don't have to take that shit, man," she said, reaching for the door. Just then there was a knock. "Who's there?" asked Andy.
"It's me, Bob," said a voice.
"Let him in," said Andy. He continued to spread out several lines of white powder. Debby opened the door and stood back. She changed her mind about leaving the dressing room when she saw Bob. She now knew that if she wanted to she could have some fun. She liked the looks of Bob, and she really liked Andy, even if he did get a little too forthright every now and then. So she shut the door carefully, so as not to create any wind that might make the powdery drug go flying, and sat down in a chair opposite where the two musicians had begun to snort the cocaine.
"Oh, yeah, fuck," said Andy. "This stuff is a real good grade. Nobody, and I mean nobody, stepped on this shit." He snorted a line of the white coke. "Mmmmmm, good."
"Gimme," said Bob. He leaned forward with a twenty dollar bill, a crisp one, rolled and ready to use for snorting up the powder. He put the tube in his nostril and pulled with a fresh suck and inhale. "Uuuuumph," he grunted, getting the whole line down his nose. 'That's sweet. Really nice. Come on over here, honey," he said to Debby, who thought she wasn't even noticed for a moment or two, "and get yourself pretty high." He grabbed her around the waist, handed her the tubular twenty, and placed the glass under her face. "Snort-up."
She smiled and leaned her nostril into place behind the tube for sucking. She inhaled and the line of narcotic streamed up into her nose. "Oh, wow," she said, feeling the effects immediately, "that's nice shit."
"She knows her powder," said Andy. "Ain't that a fact."
They all three of them finished sucking up the coke. Pretty soon they were as sharp as crystal, and twice as glassy. Andy and Robert couldn't help but smile, and it was everything she could do for Debby to keep a straight face. Her pinks had mellowed to a rosy hue, and her mouth 'felt slightly dry. She wanted to have some fun with the two guys, but she felt a little awkward being the one to start things off. So she accidentally on purpose managed to cross her legs and push on Bob's thigh. "Sorry," she said.
He stroked her ankle. "You don't have to be sorry, kid," he said.
"You were good in the band tonight," she said.
"Thanks," said Bob. He winked at Andy. "You know," he said, "I'll bet you're a singer or something. You know how to hum?'
"Hum?"
Yeah, you know, mmmmmmmm," he said.
"I love to hum," she said softly. "Anytime you want." She waited. It was up to Bob and Andy now. Andy turned around and turned down the dressing room lights. "May as well have things a little bit darker in here, eh?" He smiled and came up alongside Debby, sitting down in a chair next to her. Bob was on the other side.
"You know," said Bob, taking a hold on one of Debby's titties, "I knew from the way you smiled when I first came in here that you and I were going to get it on."
"Me, too," said Debby. "That's one reason I'm here." She extended her hand and rubbed up between his legs. She landed her fingers around his crotch muscle. "I like you both," she said, mostly to encourage Andy to stick around, "but I can only do you one at a time." She smiled and slipped to her knees in front of Bob. She worked his pecker out of his pants. She didn't bother with the belt, just pulled the meat out. "There," she said, "look at that."
"If you give me some of that shit," said Bob to Andy, "I'll rub it on the tip of my joint-or Princess Deborah here will-and I'll last for fucking forever."
Andy passed some of the cocaine. He took a dab of it and spread it out across the head of his prick. Debby licked it to make sure it was rubbed in and to get a little more for herself, too. She rubbed her tongue along the head of the coked joint tip. "I sure do like musical penis," she said, sliding her hands around the base of his meat. "You mind?"
"Mind? That's what I came here for." He smiled and took her head in his hands. "Go to it, honey. Really suck me off good." He pushed her mouth down around his pecker. She rubbed her spread lips at the shaft. His thick muscle pulsed with fresh hot blood. "It's good," he said. "She does it good." He pushed her along the staff of his joint. She rubbed her open lips across the head, finally, and sucked him into her face.
"Ooooh, yeah," moaned Andy who watched, "she is fine." He watched Bob's prick go sliding out of sight into Debby's mouth. "She's swallowing the whole fucking thing up. How about that?" He could hardly wait his turn with the teeny-bopper. He'd had a lot of women, a lot of groupies, but the way Debby gave head really impressed him. He was looking forward to the moment when she would tie her lips around the base of his hog and suck it off. "Good," he said. "Look at her go."
Bob watched the girl's head slide up and down along his rod. She used her tongue and wet lips to lubricate his member. She spread saliva everywhere. She made sure he was hot and wet. She worked primarily with her tongue on the tip of his meat when she saw how hot and spongy and large it was getting. "That mushroom head of yours really turns me on, man. You know what I mean?" She spread her lips without waiting for Bob's answer. She planted his stiff pecker in her face. Then she hummed, as earlier he'd suggested she might. The cock muscle pulsed in her mouth, bounced a little, and slid deep inside her throat. "Ahhhhh," sighed Bob, "that's perfect, baby. Just fucking perfect and terrific." He smiled and watched her face slide up and down in his hands on his joint. "You're really good." Some of his enthusiasm, no doubt, was from the coke, but most of it was rightly determined by the manner in which lovely Debby used her hot lips to suck off his penis. "She's so good," he moaned. "So sucking terrific!"
Andy took another line of cocaine in order to remain patient while waiting his turn to get sucked off. He kept a sharp eye on young Debby and her incredible manner of giving head. She used her tongue for most of the work. When she went sliding, it was with her tongue as the platform placed against the side of Bob's joint. And when she sucked, it was with her tongue doing the lube work and her lips making the fleshy wet seal around the stiff pole. "Boy oh boy," said Andy, "she really knows her stuff."
"Yer tellin' me," said Bob. He pulled her up and down around his prick. 'Take the thing in your face," he told her. "Go on and suck it down your throat."
She spread her lips wide to accommodate the big girth of the stem and head. She spread her throat open, too, and the massive pecker went down her mouth tube.
"Wow," moaned Andy, "I got to have me some of that."
"In a minute," said Bob. "First I got to shoot off in her and then you can have little old Debby all to yourself." He reached forward and started feeling up her chest. She helped him by keeping his rod in her lips and using her hands to undo her blouse. When she had the garment open Bob was able to go fumbling around with her big soft titties while she sucked on the head of his joint. "Very nice," he said softly, feeling up her nipples. "Hard caps and good hot points." He tweaked and teased the little titty tips. "I like good titties almost as much as I do good coke." He laughed at that and continued in his massage attack on her chest. He rubbed the big mounds into soft chills. He worked the nipples around and around in circles. Finally, he pulled his prick out of Debby's sweet thick lips and went down on the floor with her, saying as he went, "Come on, baby, You and I have got to get hot together."
Seconds later the musician and the groupie were stripped naked and rolled together in the classic six-nine position. Hot flesh blended with hot flesh. It was a long smooth roll for them both. As soon as they started in that new position, Bob pushed his tongue between Debby's young twat lips. He found her open and ready. "She's soft in there," he reported to his buddy, Andy. "She's really soft." He licked the inside of Debby's flesh tube. He rolled his tongue down into the pit of her flesh. He liked to get in as far as he could to see what was there. "It's narrow," he said, pulling out for a moment for a breather. "It's hot, wet and narrow, and she's got good soft flesh. No bumpy spots. Just perfect." He wiped his chin with the back of his hand. He pushed his tongue back into range. "Now to get that hot little clit meat," he said. He went sliding into place inside her lovely tube.
Andy watched from the side lines. He saw his friend's tongue go all the way up Debby's hot pussy. "Look at that man go," he said.
"You're tellin' me," said Debby who rolled her hips so as to better enjoy the action in her hot cunt. "That's terrific. I can feel the ooze starting to roll out." She laughed and went back to rubbing her tongue up and down on Bob's hot phallus. She jerked her head into the right attitude and angle, and then she pulled the head of his meat into her face. "Ahhh, yes," she heard him mutter into her gushing hole, "that's just right, baby. That's just fucking gushing right."
Bob was busily tonguing out her pussy. He had her erect clit flicking up and down, and he had a good hold on it, whenever he wanted, just by rubbing his lips back and forth. He could make her scream for joy just by nibbling and munching on her highly edible flesh. "Look at that gush," he moaned. "I love to see that on a young girl." He used his hands to rub her smooth loins and slender thighs while his tongue continued to play games with her hot clitoris. "It's up there," he said a moment later, "up there and twitching!" The ooze poured down his face while she climaxed in his mouth. "You're fucking coming," he said. "You little bitch! You're coming already! I'll be fucking damned."
"You make me so hot," she said, taking his prick out of her mouth. "And after all, it's not as though you didn't spend a little juioe in my face, too." He had squirted off with the feel of her come going down his chin. It had been five or six quick pulses of come, all of which Debby swallowed right down without a word. But now that he was giving her a hard time in front of Andy, she didn't want to be made a fool of and decided to give him back some of his own medicine. "And don't call me a bitch, either. I thought you were nice, but now I'm not so sure." She slid out from under his spent meat, her ooze dripping. "If you'd like," she said to Andy, "you can suck with me. You don't have to, of course. But your friend, I assure you, is done."
Andy smiled. "Wouldn't pass it up for anything," said Andy, slipping off his trousers. "You just wait one second, honey, and I'll have you as full of pudding as you are of coke." He undressed quickly and his big prick was already erect. "You don't mind, right Bob?" Bob was dressing.
"You're not kidding, I don't mind," said Bob. "The more fuck you get out of her the better." He finished up and left the room, slamming the door shut behind him as he went.
"Guess I made him mad," said Debby. "I didn't mean to."
"Don't worry about it," said Andy. "He's like that. A lot of groupies come around and he really just fires off and doesn't think about it, and then one day he's all wasted so he has a bad load. Big fucking deal." Andy slipped into place along side Debby's sweet hole. His face landed between her long soft loins. He pulled open the lips to her twat. "Will you look at that," he said softly. "What a nice cunt you have, baby. I think I'm going to have some fun eating that clit out." He pushed his tongue into the recently licked spot. He pressed his mouth organ against her clitoris. He rubbed up and down and soon Debby was twitching again, riding her cunt hole on his mouth muscle.
"I love it," she moaned. "I really do love that eat out action."
. "Do you like sucking more than anything else?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "Sucking and balling are the best."
"But do you have a preference?" asked Andy the guitar player. "Do you prefer sucking on a cock or fucking on a cock? Or would you rather eat out an ass-hole or have your ass-hole screwed?"
"I'd rather suck a dick and eat a hole."
"I thought you'd never say so," said Andy. He smiled and climbed up over her face. He kissed her cunt goodbye and squatted over the young teeny-bopper's mouth. He gave her his anus and his balls to lick. "Go on," he said, "you're in a position with your dream come true."
Staring up the tube of shit, she began to lick. She stuffed him full of her long mouth muscle. She swabbed down the space between his ass cheeks, too. She kissed his buttocks and rubbed her tongue into the bunghole again. "You know," she told him between licks, "I really do like helping you out like this, but I wonder if you could do me a favor. Have you got any more coke?"
"Sure," said Andy. "Right this way." He stood up off her face and grabbed off the glass mirror. There were about five or six more lines of the white powder just waiting for the two of them. They sucked it all up, snorted the shit down, and when they finished, they were both ready for plenty more suck action. "Come on," said Andy. "As I recall you were about to ream out my shit tube." He made her lay down and he sat down on her face again. "There."
She reached up into his tube with her tongue. It was like a long hand reaching out of her mouth into his fanny. She sucked up his sphincter muscle and made his rear plumbing into a holster for her tongue. "I love to eat you out," she said. "It gives me the chills."
He laid down across her body and started licking her twat again. He had his prick in her mouth while he did so. She sucked on it and rubbed it up and down with her lips and her tongue. Meanwhile, he continued to roll his tongue in and out of her pussy. "I can get off on you, honey," said the rock star. "I really can." He jammed his tongue into her hole and rubbed long and hard. He juiced around with his prick in her mouth, too. He started coming in her face. The juice went sliding down the back of her oral cavity and filled her right up. He gave her all of his come and then some. She swallowed that all down while he continued to pump his groin muscle in and out of her face, and while he continued to pump his mouth muscle in and out of her crotch. "I love to eat out twat meat," he said. "It's a good fuck-suck pie for me, any day, that makes the world go round." He went back to work between her legs.
Un-like tis partner, he had plenty of hot come for Debby's warm and tender face. She swallowed it all down and then licked him clean. She used her hands to hold his prick in her mouth or near her lips so that her tongue could do the necessary cleansing. She liked his long phallus, somewhat because he was a guitar-playing musician, somewhat because his meat was big and fat and wet. She also liked him personally because he used his tongue in her twat. That was probably the real reason she enjoyed having sex with him.
"Honey," she said, "if you keep that up there's gonna be a water fall of hot come in your face. You know what I mean?"
"Sure," said Andy. "Go ahead and shoot off. I kind of like the idea. You know, I wouldn't be down here pumping away at your cunt hole if I didn't want to have you orgasmic as soon as possible." He worked his tongue up and down on her clitoris. He could tell she was getting close to blowing the lid off. He kept sliding in and out of her twat. Soon she let loose of his joint and he knew she was too excited to think about anything except popping off. "Go on," he hollered at her. "Just go on." She was ready to climax.
"Ahhhhhh, yes," she moaned, "that's it! That's fucking it!" She pumped her muscular hips up and down in his face. She worked her wet beaver around in circles so that his tongue jammed in and out of her hole. He had a good hold on her clitoris with his lips and he was making sure to get her juice steadily flowing.
"Ahhhh, fuck," she moaned, "I can't fucking stand it. It's too damn fucking good!" She rubbed her open pussy up and down a couple more times, but her climax was, for the most part, over. She rolled sideways and curled up into the fetal position. "That was nice," she gasped, catching her breath. The cocaine was going to her brain and she began to wonder where she was. A few minutes later Andy dressed her and put her in a cab for what looked like her home address on her driver's license.
Although she always remembered Andy and how nice he was to eat out her pussy, she never again had sex with him, no matter how many times she waited for him after his show at The Holly Bar.
VIII
After Andy put Debby in a car headed home, he went out back in the lot behind The Holly Bar and started up his own car. He waited for the engine to warm up, and he put on a tape to pass the time. A few minutes later he was cruising down Sunset Boulevard. It was close to dawn.
As he neared the end of the commercial district, he spied a sweet-looking woman, probably in her mid-twenties, standing out next to her car with the hood raised. There was no one around for miles. He pulled over.
"Hell of a time to be stalled," he told her, coming out of his car and looking inside the engine.
"I know," she said softly. "I can't believe this. I just had the thing tuned up, too."
"Yeah," he said, inspecting the motor. "I'm not much at cars and engines," added Andy, "but if you like I'll give you a lift someplace. We can push your car over to the side and in the morning you can call a tow truck."
"Oh, thank you very much," said the young woman. "I really appreciate this." Andy caught all the thanks he needed when the young woman slid into the driver's seat of her car. She had long smooth legs with pretty and cute knees. Her loins were supple and comely, and Andy might have been mistaken, but he thought for sure the woman wore no panties, that he had seen a snatch of her pubic forest. "I'll push you over that way," he said, pointing to a nearby parking space. She nodded and Andy got in his car. It didn't take long to get the woman's car placed and parked properly. And a few minutes later Andy and Darlene Benson were coasting down Sunset Boulevard.
"I can't thank you enough, Andy," said Darlene. "I really don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come along just then."
"Oh, someone else would have stopped," he said. "You're a pretty girl and pretty girls in trouble get out of trouble pretty fast." He smiled and she slid over next to him, dangerously close.
"And they get into trouble pretty fast, too," she said, stroking his thigh. "You know what I mean?"
"I think I do," said Andy. "I like the kind of trouble you like to get into, Darlene. Your place or mine?"
"Yours," said Darlene. "We might as well live dangerously." She continued to rub his leg while he headed the car around the hair-pin curves, up and down the rolling hillsides, down to Malibu. From there he took the Coast Highway North and turned up Topanga. He made his way into the back woods above the ocean. A few minutes later they were parked and on their way into Andy's two-story house above the canyon.
"It's nice here," said Darlene, taking his hand. "How'd you ever find this place."
"I built it," he said. "I found the land and then I built the house. I own the whole thing, and only special people get to come here. You included, of course." Darlene smiled and squeezed Andy's hand. She followed him into his house. They made themselves comfortable in front of a picture window which looked out over the ocean. They had a panoramic view of the sea and the hillsides and the diminishing fog. The sun was rising behind them and shining at an acute angle on the glass like sea.
"You know," said Darlene, sliding her hand into Andy's crotch, "I sure am glad we came to your place instead of mine." She turned around and put her back to the window. She rubbed with both palms up and down on Andy's legs. She pulled his crotch open and used her fingers to locate his prick. She pulled at the bulge and went to work getting his pants open. Finally, she had his zipper down, anyhow, and his pants unbuttoned, but she was anxious and excited and was having no small amount of difficulty getting the pants down any further.
Andy would have been glad to help Darlene, but he was having too nice a time watching her. For one thing, as she leaned forward, bowing to get to his crotch, her smooth titties hung forward and dropped out of her blouse. If he helped her undo his pants, he would lose sight of those fine mammaries. So he didn't want to help her that much. He just watched her titties sliding back and forth, swinging, as it were, and rubbing. He loved the shape of the big nipples on Darlene's tits. The caps were the size of silver dollars and they were brown. The tips themselves were hot pink and erect, probably more than a quarter of an inch long. The complexion was the nicest part, though. The breasts were creamy looking with small blue veins barely visible under the luscious ivory flesh.
"You know," he said, "if you promise to go down on my hog, I'll help you get my pants off."
"Oh, God, I promise," she moaned. "Anything. I want to suck you off anyhow." She moaned and waited.
He lifted up his butt. She was able, now, to get his pants down around his feet. She pulled his underwear around his knees. His joint was flying at full mast. "Oh, God, yes," she moaned when she first laid eyes on it. She sat back on her knees and just stared for a moment. "What a beautiful organ," she said. "It's so thick and long at the same time."
"Well," said Andy, "I'm glad you like it." He reached up and pulled her by the neck towards him. She had to saddle up close in order to miss sitting on his lap. He pressed his face against her and gave her a long portion of wet tongue. He filled her face with mouth muscle. "Ahhhh, good," he said after the kiss, "that's nice." He rubbed his open mouth along her cheek and arrived at Darlene's ear. He poked her full of tongue organ there, too. Her slick brown hair slid out of the way so that he could eat and nibble on her face. He worked his way down her neck and arrived at her chest. He had to pull on the fabric to get her blouse out of the way, but she finally gave up that and he began to enjoy himself on her naked titties.
"Oh, God, she moaned, as his tongue went streaming up and down the hills of her chest. "I love it. I love oral sex. Give me a lot of that, Andy. I love to be licked."
He stroked up and down her lovely body. He covered her chest with his tender kisses. He coated her big caps, her smooth pink nipples, her lovely chest organs. He licked everything about her luscious flesh that he could get his tongue onto. He went so far as to tongue her belly. He kissed her hips and the sides of her smooth legs. Finally, he arrived between her comely loins.
"Oh, God," she grunted, "go down on me, Andy. Please, suck me out. I love to be eaten, darling. I just love it." She pushed his face into her dark bush.
She had thick lips and thick pubic hair. She had the kind of open wet hole that Andy could really enjoy sucking out. He dove in head first and managed to locate the tip of his tongue within range of her clitoris. It only took a minute or two to get the hot clit meat throbbing. As it twitched, Andy remembered the first time that he'd ever eaten out a woman. He'd gone down wondering what she would taste like, reluctant to stick his tongue all the way up her twat hole. But once he started, he never wanted to stop. He slid his tongue, just as he did now, all the way up inside the young woman's cunt hole, and he never stopped eating her cunt since.
"Mmmmm," hummed Darlene, "that's so good, darling. I love that." She rocked her hips in his face. She rolled her butt from side to side and that made her cunt slide this way and that in Andy's open mouth. She spread her twat lips with her fingers in order to give him complete access to the side of her body. She could feel his long tongue go sliding up into place against her clitoris. "Go on like that," she moaned. "You have my clit. Please don't stop, honey. I like it like that."
He jammed, his tongue all the way up her tube. He had no intention of stopping. He liked the feel of her hot soft pussy flesh in his face. He used his tongue to lick her out. He caught her clit with every purposeful stroke. He gave her insides a good long licking.
"Oh, yeah," she moaned, the juice beginning to flow profusely. "I love it, Andy. I really fucking do love it." She laid down completely and stretched out. She was, by now, entirely nude. Andy stretched his hands upwards and cupped her titties. He palmed the hot breast skin while he worked his tongue in and out of the cunt tube. Before long, he had the entire tube coated with fresh gooey ooze. "That's nice," he moaned. "I like to see you juice like that."
"I love you to eat me," she said. "Use your tongue on my clit some more."
She rubbed her twat up and down until her clit was at the right angle for Andy's tongue. "How's that?" she asked. "Can you get it right like that?" She pulled her pussy just a little to the left.
"Oh, yeah," he said, "that's good. I can get it easy." He could actually see the hot clit muscle. He poked his tongue at it. "There you go, honey. You tell me if it's right." He pushed and pulled on the hot little twat prick. He made sure each time he entered Darlene's willing hole that he came back with just a little taste of her cunt-penis. "I like to lick it," he told her between breaths. She was gasping for air. "I can feel that," she said breathlessly. "You're very passionate about it."
She spread her legs even more. She lifted her thighs and showed him the gush that was building and dripping from her hole. She let the gush go sliding down and out onto his chin. He wiped his face off, but he wasn't convinced that she was through juicing. He jammed his mouth muscle back into place and worked out some more on her long hard clit meat. He probed with his tongue and tickled the little thing until it was alive on its own.
"Oh, God," she cried out, "you have it just right now. You really do. I love that. It's just fucking right!" She rubbed up and down. Her pelvis gyrated. She was smooth and damp all over, but the gush coming out of her pussy was the smoothest, greasiest feel Andy had ever had.
"Shit," he gasped, "that's really nice stuff you got, Darlene. Really nice." He wiped some of the ooze onto his joint. He was thinking about plunging into her cunt hole, just for a little dip, a trial run. He took a look at his prick and at her pussy and arranged Darlene so he could screw her. Once he had her in position, he shoved her legs open and pushed his prick into place.
"Oh, shit," she cried ot. "You're so fucking big, Andy. It's too much meat at once."
"Nonsense," he said, going on licking her smooth chest. "Nonsense." He rubbed his tongue up and down her boobs. He licked her nipples and sucked off her caps. He used his lips to tug on her soft pink flesh. "I like your breasts, baby. They're nice and soft." He worked his mouth on and off her chest while his joint went sliding in and out of her cunt tube.
Then he pulled his wet penis, once it was covered with fresh ooze, out of her hole. "Now," he said, "it's good and wet and greasy. Go and lick it."
She leaned down and coated his hot muscle with tongue. "Had I known," she said, sliding her tongue around his thick stem, "that when I was stuck on Sunset Boulevard that you were going to come along, I wouldn't have been worried at all." She pushed his muscle into her mouth.
He thought to himself: and if I'd known that I was going to get sucked of by such a fabulous piece of ass, I wouldn't have bothered with ugly old Debby the groupie. He banged his hips upwards, his joint going slipping and sliding in Darlene's hungry wet mouth cave. "Oh, baby," he grunted, "suck me off I love it."
She started making long, steady strokes, like a five-year-old eating a lollipop or a popsicle. Up and down she licked, turning the sweet meat in her fingers so that she could get it all in her face. She used her lips to squeeze it, to pinch the hot phallus, and to rub it. She used her tongue for lubricating stimulation that Andy would never forget. Her hands held the joint in place while her mouth worked steadily to bring it to fruition.
"You're good, honey," he said, pushing her face with his hands on her neck and the back of her head. "You're really good. I mean that." He shoved her face up and down along his joint. He made sure that she slid smoothly in every place possible on his prick. Then he turned her around with himself on the bottom and arranged a sixty-nine position. Content with the new situation, he began to eat out her hole while Darlene continued to work on his prick. She had his joint still inside her mouth as he dumped his tongue into her twat.
But then, with just the slightest feel of his hot tongue meat going against her clit, she became too distracted to continue eating him off. She let go with her mouth and pulled with her hands, but her heart was not in it. She was just too turned on to be able to get involved with the joint in front of her. She pulled on it, though, while she moaned about how good a lick she was getting in her twat: "You know how to do it better than anyone," she told him. "You suck me out the best. You like my twat like it was never done before. It's like some sort of new experience, honey. You just give me the best eating ever. I bet you could make a living just eating pussy. Oooooh, God, yes!"
She rubbed her cunt up and down in his mouth. His tongue, to be sure, was busily pumping in and out of her hole. He worked his mouth muscle up around her clit and it was that which made her so incredibly turned on. He used his hands, too, while he ate her beaver, to rub her buns and her ass crack. One finger popping up and down on his face. The rest was just a matter of eating and nibbling. He enjoyed the work, and that may have been one reason why his activity in Darlene's cunt was so pleasurable to her. His tongue seemed to go everywhere at once, no matter how she gyrated or revolved in front of his mouth. He just held onto her buns and kept his mouth muscle up inside her slick and sliding pussy tube. It was as simple as that.
"Shit," she cried out at one point. "I can't believe it, but I'm going to come already. Here I go. Oh, God. God damn yes!" She thrust her hips down on his face and her pussy was orgasmic. The climax juice came sliding out and down Andy's chin. He loved the feel of the greasy stuff running down his neck and onto his chest. He could feel the inside of her twat contracting with orgasmic ecstasy. "You're coming alright," he said. "You really fucking are coming!" He slipped one finger up along her ass crack and rubbed her buns with his other hand. She juiced all over his mouth and hands. He loved every minute of it.
"O.k., " he said. "Now it's my turn, Darlene."
"Of course, lover," she said with a big smile. She was all juice and sweet to him. She was in her post-orgasmic ecstasy. She would do just about anything to make him happy now. She went sliding her hands down along his prick, grabbing his meat at the base, pulling on him. She went down on him with her mouth, sucked up the cap with her lovely thick lips. Finally, she pressed her lips tight around the shaft. She used the hot meat to make herself as happy as possible, and in the course of fulfilling her own desires, satisfied her. She rubbed and sucked and licked and finally he was coming.
"Oh, God," she screamed, pointing the hefty meat at her face and allowing the hot juice to splatter on her cheek and forehead, "oh, God, yes!! " A couple of squirts later she pushed the meat into her mouth. She sucked up the cap and licked around the rim while the pulsing jism went streaming down her throat. She swallowed hard and got it all down into her stomach. "Mmmmm, yummy," she cooed afterwards, "that was a meal fit for a queen!" She laughed at her little joke and licked up the sides of his shaft. She rubbed the hot head of his organ, the stiff sides, the thick base. She left no portion of his jumbo sized pecker untouched by her tongue. She worked her mouth up and down on his pole and before long she had him completely cleaned and ready for more action. Because he wanted it, she sucked him off one more time. It didn't take long, and this time, rather than let the hot spray go outside her mouth, she swallowed it all down into her belly.
A moment or two after this last orgasmic blow job, Andy fell asleep. It was nearly eight in the morning. He slept soundly for several hours, stirring just a bit every now and then. He had a dream about chasing a luscious dark-haired beauty through fields and in strong winds and across the sea. He was just about to wrap his arms around her lovely nude body when he woke up. Somehow he wasn't surprised to find out that Darlene was no longer with him.
IX
Darlene spent the day getting her car in working order. She'd come from a magazine convention the evening before, and she'd been on her way home from that gathering when her car broke down on Sunset Blvd.
By profession, Darlene was a model. She did fashion design and costume work for fun. Her pictures had been used in several magazines, and it was only natural that she become fascinated with dress making and styles. It was, then, no mere coincidence when, the day after her encounter with Andy, she happened by the International Garment Convention, to investigate and browse among the many displays and show pieces.
It was Darlene's habit to wear the most fashionable jewelry she could afford, and on this particular occasion, her necklace included a pair of twins, the sign of the Gemini. As she made her way through a booth and began to inspect a particular blouse, holding it up to the light, a young woman tapped tier on the shoulder. Darlene turned around and smiled: "Yes?"
"I'm sorry to bother you," said the woman, "but I couldn't help noticing your astrological sign. I, too, am a Gemini." She smiled politely.
Darlene let down the blouse and turned her keen eye on the young lady. She had dark hair, like Darlene, an aquiline nose and clear, sharp eyes. She wore a sporty top which, if the woman leaned slightly forward, revealed pleasantly contoured, pendular breasts of an ivory hue. Light blue, nearly luminescent veins traversed the tops of the milky chest appendages, and the pink nipple buds pushed mildly at the brocaderie of embroidered silk which made up the young woman's blouse. "My name is Andrea," she said softly. "I hope I'm not disturbing you by being so forward."
"Not at all," said Darlene. "I was just glancing here and there at the displays."
A tall man in a three piece suit, an obvious gay, pushed by the women and forced his way into their pattern of conversation. "As I was saying, Duke, you just must ... oh, pardon me," he said to Andrea. Tm so sorry." He stepped aside and continued in animated conversation with Duke.
"It's hard to talk here," said Andrea.
"Yes, quite," said Darlene. She gave the friendly young woman an encouraging display of white teeth and spread ruby lips. "Maybe someplace else?"
"Yes, I should like that," said Andrea. She reached out quickly and in what only the two women knew was a daring move, Andrea took Darlene's hand and led her through the crowds out of the main gathering of fashion people and their designs. She let loose of Darlene's hand only when they reached and awaited the elevator. "Such a stuffy group," said Andrea, and that was all. The elevator arrived and they joined a tight crowd of others headed down out of the garment building.
In the underground lot below they chose to use Andrea's car. It was a Porsche, a new model, ready for speed and excitement. She drove the car that way, too, up and down the one way streets of downtown Los Angeles, until finally she worked their way out of the congested area and into the sprawling ribbon of freeway valley. There, at seventy-five miles per hour, Andrea hitched up her dress and told Darlene the following story:
"I followed you from the moment you arrived at the show. I knew I had to talk to you. There was something about you, about the way you smiled when you looked here and there at this or that piece of material. I knew our signs would be right, and even if they weren't I still wanted to speak to you. I don't know why exactly, but I think we'll get on famously. Don't you, Darlene?" She didn't wait for Darlene's answer. "I trailed you to that booth where we met. It took me all sorts of time to say it. I knew that you would say yes, though, and I wasn't so much afraid as concerned that I savor the moment. It's not often..." She continued to describe her emotions until they arrived finally off the freeway and at her valley home. She took Darlene by the arm as she walked up the driveway to her house. "This is where I live, Darlene," she told the model. "I'm going to like showing you around."
Andrea's house was furnished for action. It had low, modern furniture, all of it overstuffed, all of it washable vinyl. The bean bag center piece in the living room was easily eight feet around. It looked like the center of many a casual orgy. "That's my lazy Susan," she said with a snicker, kicking off her shoes and telling Darlene to feel free to do the same. Both women went bare stockinged through the house.
The hall was lit in ambers and oranges and led directly to a master bedroom which was wall to wall water bed. It was the biggest plastic bed that Darlene had ever seen. On the ceiling was mirror. From one corner of the room to the other the ceiling was lined with reflecting surfaces. It was impossible to walk in the room without sensing movement other than your own someplace else.
A tv camera leaned into view out of one corner. It's lens, like the nozzle on a hose, sprayed the boudoir with self-consciousness. "I don't want my picture taken," said Darlene. "If you know what I mean."
Andrea leaned to the night table, easily six feet long. It was shaped like a casket with drawers. Everything in the room was black. She pulled out one of the drawers and switched the camera off. "It's for my slightly more vain guests," she said with a smile. She started taking off her blouse.
"Go easy," said Darlene.
"Oh, yes, of course, darling," said Andrea. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. I'll go very, very slow." She unbuttoned only one of the top buttons on her blouse and then stood forward and straddled one side of Darlene's body. She had the taller woman's hip between her legs. "I like the shape of your thigh, Darlene," she told her. "That's one reason I spoke to you." She let her hands slide along Darlene's mound and buttocks. She made a sandwich out of Darlene, a sandwich that she soon hoped to be eating like pie. She pressed her lips to Darlene's long smooth neck. She kissed lightly. "Mm," she hummed, "I kind of like that perfume that you're wearing."
"Thank you," said Darlene who turned and faced young Andrea. She gave Andrea her tongue. She pressed her mouth against the other woman's open lips, squeezed her hand around her chin, and guided her tongue into place in the oral orifice. They kissed like that for a moment or two before Darlene broke away. "I like that," she said. "I like that very much."
"Mm," nodded Andrea. She stroked Darlene's hips, her fanny, her mound. She patted the sweet moon globes and rubbed a hand along the small of the taller woman's back. She pulled out Darlene's shirt and said: "I want to feel your skin. I want to feel how soft you are, how smooth, and how tender and warm." She pressed her palm against the small of Darlene's back, only this time her fingers were against flesh. She rubbed lightly up Darlene's back and arrived at her shoulders. They were rounded and smooth. She pulled her new acquaintance forward and then applied her other hand in a wild and passionate embrace. She French kissed the bigger woman with her long narrow tongue.
"Oh, God, yes," moaned Darlene. She slid backwards in Andrea's careful grip. She landed on the water bed her legs spread. Andrea climbed up between Darlene's legs and applied her own mound to Darlene's. They dry humped like that for sometime while French kissing. Finally, Andrea stood up off the bed and undressed entirely.
She had a smooth, supple body. Her flesh was white and tender, the color of fresh cream. She had big nipples and long pendular titties. She let her lovely dark mane down behind her head and she approached like a tigress. She helped Darlene remove her clothes. Soon the two women were naked and face to face, twat to twat. It was Andrea who reached down first to begin a slow but sure massage in Darlene's cunt hole.
"Oh, God," moaned the latter, "that feels so good already. I mean it, it feels so fucking fine." She rolled sideways on the bed and watched Andrea's finger slide in and out of her spread beaver lips. She could see the healthy juice begin to flow and ooze around the traveling finger. "That's nice," she said. "That's very, very nice." She humped back and forth on the sliding digit, and soon she grew heated with desire that Andrea lick her titties and kiss her on the face again. "Andrea," she told the girl, "please suck on my breasts, too?"
Andrea answered the plea with a physical affirmative. She leaned forward and pressed her open mouth to Darlene's hot titty tips. She rolled her tongue up and down along the nipples. Finally, she sucked the hot cap into her face and kept it there for a long while to make sure that her new friend was hot and lusty. Then she went up to Darlene's face and pressed her mouth into her lips. She jammed her tongue down the woman's oral tube. They kissed long and hard. She used her tongue to make sure that the inside of Darlene's oral tube was as hot and lusty and wet and stimulated as it could possibly be. When she broke away she said: "I like kissing you, Darlene. It makes me hot to do that. You know what I mean?" She smiled as she continued to probe the inside of Darlene's narrow flesh tunnel.
"Oh, God!" cried Darlene. "God fucking damn that's good!" She reared back and forced her pussy upwards on the sliding digit. She grabbed with long tubular twat muscles which held and rolled across the other woman's finger. She used all of her strength to make sure that she had as much of the hot finger in her pussy as possible. She spread her long supple loins, her comely legs, and she started oozing more profusely than ever before. "Oh, fuck me," she moaned. "Really fuck me hard. I do love that, you know, I really fucking do." She twisted and girated on the other woman's finger. She rocked back and forth until she had even more of the phallic finger stuffing her cunt. She rubbed and squeezed and finally she shouted: "Come on and give me something more, Andrea. You can give me more."
Andrea knew what Darlene meant. She went sliding down between the hilly titties and arrived at Darlene's cunt. She spread the handsome wet twat lips and slid her tongue well into place inside the tube of flesh. She slid her tongue up and down against the erect clitoris within. "You're really hot," she said while taking a quick breath. "I didn't think you'd be so hot so soon." But there was plenty of gush there already. And Andrea knew that that would mean an early orgasm. She had reasons of her own for wanting to make the fuck last a long time. So she slowly but surely returned to doing the work on her friend's hot hole. She licked the outer lips and the pubic forest before entering.
"Come on," said Darlene. "You can go all the way in. Go back in the way you were. I was gonna come before and now I'm slowing down. Go all the way in." She rubbed her pussy up and down in Andrea's licking face. She spread out her cunt lips and begged that the young woman slap in her tongue. "You can get more of that mouth muscle in there, honey," said Darlene. "I know you can if you try. Just slip it in." Her clit was going wild, her cunt tube was filled with greasy wet ease-juice, and her slim hips were wobbling with ecstasy. She had chills on her titties and her chest, and hot and cold flashes spread throughout her tender body. "Oh, God," she begged, "do it to me. Do it to me hard!"
Andrea bowed her head between Darlene's handsome thighs. She licked the inside of the legs, the comely loins. She sucked up the vaginal lips, next, and used her tongue to coat the inside of the pussy tube one more time. Then she went at the clit itself. She used long hard brushing strokes to flick the thing back and forth, up and down. She pressed her lips together around the hot little thing, and then she tugged. She sucked and tugged and worked the clit until it was as hot as freshly made candy. She ate it all down and sucked up the juice that went with it. "Oh, God, shit," she moaned during a break, "I sure do like the shape of your tube, Darlene, it's just right."
"And I like the way you eat it," said Darlene. "You know just how to tease me, just how to make me get juicy really fast. I love that." She spread her lovely loins. She was sweating between her thighs. She had a thin coating of ooze all over her pussy lips. She looked down and saw that Andrea's face was covered with juice, too. "Come up here, Andrea," she said, "and let me lick off your face a little. You need some kissing."
Andrea worked her way up to Darlene who tongued off the excess juice. She kissed Andrea several times in a row. Then she went down on Andrea's white titties. She spread her tongue out and rubbed the big brown caps. She sucked up the hot red nipples. She used her lips to pinch off the pretty little titty tips. She shook her head from side to side and thereby wagged at the hot nipples and big tits. "I love," she said, letting loose of the nipples, "the way your breasts are so smooth and creamy." She used two hands to rub up and down on the chest organs. She pressed her mouth into Andrea's face and gave the young woman a full helping of mouth organ. Then she slid down Andrea's body and arrived at the young twat tube. "I'm going to eat you a little, Andrea. Will that be alright?"
"Of course," said Andrea. "I think I might like that." She closed her eyes and spread her legs. She gave
Darlene all of her mound. "Go on," she added. "I think you can get in there now. It's open." She reached down, just to be sure, and pulled open her own twat lips. The tube was long and tunnel shaped. It was arched at the ceiling, where the clit hung out and down, flat on the bottom, like the kind of tunnel that cuts through a mountain. The inside was long and fleshy. It was coated with a fresh grease. It looked dark and narrow. Darlene applied her tongue to this slippery wet cave and expected to taste something musky and dank. Instead, she was surprised to discover a rather sweet sensation. She like the smell, too, and she was quick to inform Andrea that though this was the first cunt of its sort for her, she was going to be sure and try to eat out many more like it. She was quite impressed and returned instantly to eating the hole. "Yummy," she said. "Yummy in the tummy." She licked and sucked and located the hot clit between her lips. Then she sucked it hard and made sure that the erect phallic like thing was as hard as could be when she began to flick it.
"Oh, fuck," moaned Andrea. "You really do know how to get me going."
"I was saying that to you," said Darlene, "just a moment ago."
"I know," said Andrea. "I guess we're both good at it." She smiled and reached down. She took Darlene's hands and applied the open palms to her own titties. She pushed Darlene's fingers around her breasts and said: "Squeeze me, Darlene. Really squeeze me good." She pressed the other girl's hands against her chest and waited for the fabulous results that she knew would occur if Darlene would eat her out at the same time. "If you rub your tongue," she started to say, but Darlene had beaten her to it. She was already sliding down between Andrea's legs, giving a good little licking to the hot spot.
"I like it," said Andrea. "Now you have me going the way I like it." She lifted her knees and rolled her pussy in a soft circle back and forth on Darlene's hot cunt-licking tongue. "I like that, Darlene," she said again. "You're doing me just right."
From the side it looked like a tongue stuck into a cunt. It was Andrea's good luck to begin to climax. "I can see you gushing," said Darlene. "You're spraying out all over the place."
Andrea rubbed her pelvic hole up and down on Darlene's tongue. She made sure that the ooze didn't stop coming out of her cunt. She sat up a little, with Darlene's massaging hands still working her chest, and watched the woman eating her tube. She could see her mouth and her nose and on occasion her tongue. It was going in and out of her body. On the in-strokes the tongue muscle was rubbing at her clitoris. On the out, catching on the clit, the muscle from Darlene's mouth was rubbing and massaging the bottom of the tunnel. "Shit," said Andrea, "here I go, gushing all over, and I, only just met you." She couldn't say another word. She just started moaning and groaning and spending her stored up wad of orgasmic juice. "Oh, fuck," she grunted at the end, but that was all. She pulled her legs together around Darlene's face and curled up into a fetal position. She lay there moaning in ecstasy, chills climbing up and down her body. Darlene continued to use her tongue inside Andrea's orgasmic twat. Soon, however, Andrea pulled away all together and said: "That was great, Darlene. I really loved that."
"Good," said the other girl . "Good." She, too, was hot and frenzied, ready to come. "I wish you would do just a little eating in my twat, just to finish me off. You know what I mean?"
"Sure," said Andrea. "Just a minute. Let me catch my breath and then I'll be glad to help you out."
They both waited patiently. Then Andrea told Darlene to come and sit on her face She spread herself out on her back with her luscious breasts and spread legs completely available should Darlene want them for running or touching. She opened her mouth and told Darlene to squat down on it. The girl followed the directions perfectly and landed with a cunt full of tongue. "Oh, God," she shook and cried out, "that's just so perfect. I love that." She rubbed her twat from side to side. Soon she had a gush starting up in her pussy. The tube opened, the hole spread out, and ooze leaked down and out onto Andrea's face. "Ahhh, nice," said Andrea, "you come so nice in my mouth. I like that."
"I like it too," cooed young Darlene. "I really do like that orgasm in your face." She reached under her pelvis and spread out her own pussy lips so that the gush would flow easily and steadily. "Ahhhh, yes," she creamed, "that's so much better." The gush leaked down and out and she shook with tiny orgasmic vibrations. When it was all over she climbed down off of
Andrea's face and rolled around on her back on the bed trying to catch her breath. "Fuck," she said, "That was so fucking hot, I'll never forget that."
But Andrea was into something else. She looked over at the bedside clock. "Uh oh," she said reaching for the phone and dialing, "I just happened to remember something."
Darlene watched as the young woman called into the phone: "Send a taxi right away to 11434 Van Owen Street. I mean now. Hurry." She hung up. "I'm sorry, Darlene," said Andrea, "but you have to get dressed and get out of here. That's why I called a cab. I just realized that I have a date tonight. If Danny were to catch you here, you with me, I'd have my ass kicked. You understand?"
"Oh, sure," said Darlene. She smiled and rolled up off the bed. She was barely through coming, but she managed to get into her clothes and to dress nicely. She waited out in front for a cab. At the last moment, just as the taxi pulled up, Andrea came running out in a robe and said, "Here, this is for you. It's a hundred bucks. I probably won't see you again, so I want you to remember me and all."
"I'll remember you," said Darlene. "You don't have to do that." She looked at Andrea who suddenly, in her robe, in the wind, on the grass lawn, looked haggard and unkempt. Darlene backed away and staggered into the cab. She couldn't smile as she pulled away from the valley suburban house. Her face was pressed against the glass and she stared in amazement at the woman named Andrea.
X
Andrea-rushed back into the house. She didn't have much time. She had to wash and dry and be ready, dressed, for Danny who was going to pick her up at four sharp. They had made the date two nights before. It was to be a celebration of his new job at the studio. He'd just become a full-fledged movie director and the night meant a lot to him. If he'd known that Andrea had been out fooling around, and with a woman, too, it might have meant trouble.
So Andrea quickly re-arranged her bedroom and belongings and prepared for the wonderful night of celebration that was to be coming up very soon. She washed and douched herself especially well. She cleaned up everything that looked like a mini-orgy had been in progress. Then she dressed, in an evening gown that she'd bought the day before, and applied her make-up and perfume. She'd squeezed the atomizer for the last time as the doorbell rang. "Phew!" she said, slightly exhausted. "Made it."
She took a pause, hesitated, and then, in her slinky black evening gown with the sparkle effect, she slithered to the front door. It was Danny, but he had some sort of glum look on his face. He wore a leather jacket and some kind of Hollywood pendant around his neck. His shirt was open at the collar and little hairs stuck out over his chest. He didn't look up at Andrea as he walked past her and mumbled. "The job's off. I been canned before I started."
"What?" she said, the door still open. "You're kidding?" She shut the door and leaned back. She stared at him. She leaned against the door and he sat in one of the bean bag chairs slouched over his own knees. "What the hell happened?" she asked. She thought for a minute that she smelled alcohol. Then she knew for sure. She had, he was drunk. "Danny," she said, "you're gonna be back on the bottle now."
"So fucking what," he mumbled. "It's all fucking over anyhow. No job, no money, no nothing. It's all in, baby doll. No more Hollywood for Danny McGuire." He was slurring his words. He smelled of bourbon, Andrea was sure of it. She came over and sat down next to him, but not so close that it was obvious what she had in mind. "Come on," she said, "you got to cheer up, Danny. It's not gonna be any good for us to celebrate if you're not happy, too."
"What are you celebrating?" he said, suddenly conscious of her in some new way, in some way that he had not been conscious of before.
"I'm just happy that you're here," she said, sliding her hand up his leg. "Didn't you know that?" She gave him a good long feel, taking his loins for granted, moving on his cock and balls. She placed her hands squarely on the place that could only be his joint.
"Oh, God," he moaned, "here I go and get myself fucking fired before I begin, and I come home to you and you're all hot and bothered and ready to forgive me. I can't believe it. What you been up to, woman?" He could sense how much she loved him.
"Come on," she said, "just lay back and relax." If he hadn't been so drunk, he might have known that she was up to something for real, not just up to getting laid by him. She slid her hands to his belt. He thought he saw four sets of fingers working his belt open. He was really tight, quite loaded, and unable to concentrate on anything. He felt her long hands sliding between his suddenly naked legs. Her fingers were wrapping around his prick and her face was there, too. But he was so soused that he couldn't tell for sure what exactly was going on. He rubbed her head with his hands. "That's a very pretty dress," he told her. "Shines like the stars in the night. Twinkles sort of, you know?" He smiled a lazy, drunk smile and watched her keep working on his prick. She was bent over him and her smooth luscious titties hung forward in clear view in his blurry field of vision. They were so large and so nice looking that he wished for the first time in three hours that he was not drunk, that he could see the fine titties better than the way he did just then. But he laid back and let her work on his cock anyhow, even if he couldn't see her all that well because of the liquor.
"You know," she said, "for a man who drinks, you're prick is still getting awfully big." She rolled his penis between her fingers and her face. She used her tongue to wet down the tip. "Yup," she said, noting the balloon-shaped mushroom tip, "you're so damn fucking hot it's amazing." She rubbed her tongue up and down along the sides of his joint. She made sure that he was sufficiently turned on so that she could rely on his hard-on for some tough rubbing action. "It's utterly amazing to me," she said, holding the cock in her palm, "that you can go out and get liquored up like this and still get a boner."
"Well, baby," he said, "Danny McGuire didn't do it all his self, you know. You, my dear, had something to do with it, eh?" He laid back and let her have some more to do with it. "Go on," he said, "And you use your tongue some more."
She licked down to the base of the thick shaft. From there she coiled up and around the underside of his rigid boner. She worked the tip of her tongue up to the tip of his meat. She coiled around the mushroom crown. She licked the hot head and made sure that everything about it was good and wet. Soon she had his pecker as stiff as a board. She rubbed the hot head into her thick wet lips. She held the stiff meat by the base and pushed it this way and that between her lips. "M-mmm," she hummed, "it's certainly hard enough."
"Hard enough for what?" he asked. 'To fuck you?"
He smiled. "Come on, honey, undress and let's us celebrate right here. Not that we got something to celebrate, but it's better than masturbating, eh? Ha, ha, ha-that's good, eh? Better than masturbating--ha, ha, ha, ha." He pulled her up close to him and gave her a big long tongue with which to fill her face. He Frenched her hard and ate up her mouth. "You're hot," he said when he pulled away from her face. "You're really fucking hot." He licked her lips and her neck and her ears. It didn't seem to bother her so much any more that he was so drunk and so horny at the same time. She liked it, even, and hoped that he would ask her to do more than just rub and kiss him.
"Come on," he said, "get undressed, baby. Get naked, eh?" He pulled on her evening gown. He pulled her top down so that her bare titties came flopping out in place around his face. "That's a little more like it," he said. He licked them up and down. The smooth white skin was luscious to the touch. The soft nipples hardened immediately, instantly, with the first touch of tongue on them. They stood up like tin soldiers called to attention. Her chilled breasts were firm and smooth.
"You know," he told her, "if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it." He slid his tongue along the caps of her titties. Somehow he managed to slide her evening gown down around her hips. He worked the black and sparkle dress downwards. Suddenly, Andrea's lovely body was nude from the shoulders to the waist. Danny went kissing her, scattering kisses along her boobs and her chest and down her belly and around her trim hips. He stuffed himself with a long eating of her luscious body. "Oh, God," he said, "whether I drink or not, I'll always like eating you." He palmed her hips and rocked her pelvis. Her dress slid down some more, this time below her knees. Andrea helped that happen by pulling her legs together and inching the thing off.
"There you go," she said. "All yours." She spread her legs and her cunt hole was open.
"Let me have a fingerful of that stuff," said Danny, sticking his digit into her body. "Just have to get a little rubbing of that stuff." He worked his finger in and out of her twat. "It's juicy already, baby. You know that? There's juice in there al-fucking-ready!" He pulled out his greasy finger and slid it under her nose. "How do you do that?"
She stuck out her tongue and licked. He smiled. "Here," he said, stuffing her with it, "make yourself really happy. Knock yourself out." She sucked. He extracted his finger and reached down. He pushed on her labial gate and found another sweet slide within her twat. "There," he said, "is something worth feeling up." He poked around and filled her gaping hole. He gave her soft flesh a long feel.
"Ahh," she cooed in his ear, spreading her legs more, "that's just the way, Danny. That's just how ... " Before she could finish what she was saying, he pushed her backwards on the overstuffed sofa. He was still drunk so his moves were clumsy, but he landed his face between her loins. He shot his tongue into her twat and licked. He lapped at the stuff in there, and soaked it up, the same way he would have drank down his bourbon if she'd offered him that. He licked and sucked on her twat flesh until his chin and nose were coated with the greasy ease-juice. "Nice stuff," he said. "If I could bottle that, I'd make a fortune, eh?" He smiled and rubbed his hands along the back of her butt while continuing to eat in her pussy. "I like this stuff," he said. "I like it a lot."
"Oh, God," she moaned. "Do it harder, Danny. Really rub hard." She revolved her pelvis and her open twat hole worked up on his tongue. She managed to press her clit at just the right angle against his splayed tongue. "That's it," she groaned, "just like that. That's perfect." She thrust her hips forward, bumping and grinding on his phallic tongue. "Ooooh, Danny!" she exclaimed, her ecstasy mounting. "You just don't know..."
He smiled to himself. She was right. He didn't know. He had no way of telling what it was like for her. Someone had once told him that it was always better for the woman than for the man, but he just didn't know. He kept licking her, though, because he knew it was good for her. He slopped his tongue up and down along her pussy hole and tried to give her as much clitoris action as possible. "There," he said after a minute or two, pulling out, "that ought to hold ya!"
"No," she said, "you can't stop just like that. It's not fair." She grabbed him by the head. But he was drunk and hard to get a hold on. She located his head on her belly, but not between her legs.
"You suck me off first," he said, "and then I'll give you some more eat-out, honey. How's that sound, eh?" He smiled because he knew she would do it. She was horny and she loved him and she always did whatever he told her to do. She slid down along his body and placed her face between his legs. She blushed at the sight of his huge hard-on, and wrapped her fingers around its thick base so that she could get it going right. "That's it, baby," he told her. "That's just the way to do it."
He grabbed her by the head and rubbed her face up and down along his prick. Her lips traveled smoothly along his joint. His flesh prong was soon coated with hot wet saliva. She used her tongue to spread the lubrication. Up and down his joint she rolled her mouth muscle--before long she had sucked up every square inch of the thick rod. His fuck-stick was ready to go greasily sliding in any hole she wanted. She liked it in her mouth, however, and continued to suck him off.
"I love you, baby," he said. "Even when I've got the shit kicked out of me I love you." He pushed her face down on his hog. Her lips spread out to accommodate his organ. The thick member foraged deep in her oral tube. He pushed the head of his mushroom joint back into the entrance to her soft throat. She swallowed and stimulated the mushroom head. The spongy surface was especially hot and ready for rubbing. "Keep that up," he said, "and you'll be drinking sperm any second now."
She pulled his hot out of her face. "Hold on," she said. "Take your time, You want it to be good, don't you?" She smiled and he nodded, still drunk but extremely turned on. "O.k., " she said, "let me lick it a little more before you go shooting out those pudding bullets, eh?" She smiled and licked at the underside of his pecker. She didn't want him coming for a while because she wasn't herself hot enough. If she licked and sucked on his joint for a while, she could get him so stimulated that his jism would flood her oral tube and make her come, too. So she continued to lick all over the head of Danny McGuire's meat. "I love it," she told him as she sucked his hearty mushroom head. She lapped at the spongy pink prick head and said: "I love to suck on your penis, Danny McGuire. It makes me happy to do it." She put her lips around the thick rim and mushroom crown. She used her tongue and massaged the sensitized flesh. "Mmmmmm," she hummed from time to time, "what a nice little fucking you give me, honey." She considered that with his prick in her mouth he was fucking her. "I love it when you bang my face," she added. She held his joint in both hands and rubbed the prick cap back and forth between her thick wet lips. Soon she had his muscle throbbing between her tongue and her cheek, and Danny McGuire was about to come.
"Baby," he moaned, "there's no way I can wait any longer."
"Alright," she said, "go ahead and-"
She stopped because she had to. Hot sperm juice splattered in the back of her oral canyon. The first shot nearly overwhelmed her. It sprayed against her throat muscles. She swallowed quickly in order not to choke or drown in semen fluid. She sucked it all down. She clamped her lips on the spurting head and a steady stream of juice slid down her throat. She filled her belly with the hot juice, made herself quite satisfied with his bucket of come in her face.
"Wow," he said, holding her bobbing head, "I like that!" He pushed and pulled her face up and down on his joint. He worked her mouth around and around on the head. Her slippery lips cleaned off the excess, and her tongue went sliding up and down on the shaft. She gave him the kind of hot oral sex that would sober up any man. He worked her face down into his crotch, close to his balls, and there she licked his nut nest. She sucked up the hot nuggets of dick flesh and worked them over with her tongue. She used everything she had to give him a good licking, a good oral caress. "You're good, honey," he said. "You made me forget I ever had a job even." He smiled and pulled her up close to himself. He kissed her on the lips and she kissed him back.
"Danny," she said, "I love sucking you off. I love sucking everything on your body." She slid her face to his manly nipple. She tongued it and rubbed the little rubbery prong between her lips. She tugged and sucked.
"I got to give you something back for all this lovely work you did, baby." He slid down her body and worked his tongue between her legs. Her smooth thighs opened and he could feel the damp heat of her pubic forest and loins around his sweating face. He jammed his tongue into her hot open pussy hole, filled her up and prayed that she would come soon. He was still pretty drunk and the action between Andrea's legs made him slightly dizzy. He slid his tongue in and out, however, and rubbed up and down on the hot clit meat. He sucked the thing between his lips and tried not to think about the fact that he was out of work, that he no longer had a movie to direct, that he was back off the wagon and in for some trouble for it, too. He worked his thinking tongue onto her clitoris and rubbed.
" Ahhh, shit," she moaned. "Just a little more of that and I'll be coming all over the place." She rubbed her hips up and down and her cunt filled with gush. She spread her legs wide so that her fleshy beaver would be easily available to everything he wanted to do with his tongue. He went licking up and down on her twat. He filled the sap-producing hole with meaty mouth muscle. She rocked her hips up and down and her cunt went jerking wildly around his face. She began squeezing off one little orgasm after another. "Oooooh, fuck," she moaned. "Puck, fuck, fuck!" Her hips swelled with ecstatic energy. "I love it. I love it, Danny. Only you can make me come like that. Only you." She rubbed her twat along his open wet lips. He kissed her in the puss.
A few minutes later it was all over. She'd finished coming, and she'd had a fairly decent climax, too. She was all gush. Her sweet unfolded legs were spread out in wild abandon. She couldn't have been happier, except, of course, if Danny had been off the bottle and onto a job. But even so, she was feeling pretty good. She said to him: "You give me the best sixty-nine action, the best eat out, of any man I know," and she combed her fingers through his curly hair. "You know that, Danny? Eh?"
She leaned down close and rubbed her hands against the sides of his face. He was slightly cold. Mostly because he had passed out, right there, between her loins, just after eating her. She laughed a little to herself and slid out from under him. She let him sleep on the sofa while she returned to the bedroom. She would talk to him, she figured, the next morning. Meanwhile, however, she felt too good to do anything but sleep and dream.
XI
Danny McGuire woke up the following morning with a considerable hangover. He had a day's growth of stubble, he stopped to notice in the bathroom mirror and big bags under his eyes. He didn't remember until half way through his coffee that he had lost his job at the movie studio, that he had had some sixty-nine action with Andra, and that he was in no condition to be doing anything except drinking coffee. "Oh, God, my head," he moaned as he sat at the kitchen table.
After his second or third cup of Java, he searched the house for Andrea. He found, instead of the woman herself, a note in her familiar scrawl indicating that she had gone out for the morning, shopping, and that she would be back in the early afternoon. He scratched his head and determined to be out in the real world before Andrea returned. He shaved, showered, dressed and put on a new head. He wrote Andrea a note of his own saying that he'd see her that night.
On the freeway going toward Hollywood. Danny summed up his career. He'd lost the best opportunity he'd had in films so far, he was back to drinking, and he had a pretty nice girl friend in Andrea. He was just beginning to get romantic when he pulled off the Cahuenga exit and screeched to a stop in front of one of the longest pairs of legs he'd ever seen. "Wow, baby!" he said, flinging open the passenger seat door for the hitch hiker. "Step right up!"
She couldn't have been more than fifteen or sixteen, or so Danny thought. She wore hot short shorts of white cotton, a yellow tank top, and that was it. She didn't have on any kind of bra, and he suspected that she wore no underwear. "You know," he said, starting up the car. "I usually don't pick up hitchhikers because it's dangerous. In your case, doll, I think it's double danger." He smiled and winked at her. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes. And she winked back.
"Where to?" he asked softly, reaching out a hand to stroke her lovely thigh. He figured that he might as well be brazen about it. The worst she could do was slap him and get out of the car. But he was totally surprised when she took his hand and said. "My name's Sue. What's yours?" and placed his fingers down between her spread legs. "If you get in real close, I'll give you a feel you'll never forget."
Danny spun the car around. "We're going to my place," he said. "And my name's Danny." He smiled and pushed on the accelerator. "We're on our way, baby. Boy oh boy are we on our way!"
She worked his finger into the sap hole in her pelvis while he drove speedily toward his apartment. She fingered herself with his digit, used his finger like a tool. She rubbed his long phallic finger against her clit and flicked the little sensitized button of flesh back and forth. "You have a nice touch," she told him.
"Oh, nothing to it," said Danny. "You know what I mean? Nothing at all to it." He felt her greasy clit juice coat his finger and run into his palm. When he looked over at where Sue sat he happily discovered that she'd pulled her shorts open to allow room for his hand in her twat hole. "Baby," he said to the hitchhiker, "You do not fuck around, eh?"
"Life's too short, isn't it?" She smiled and worked the long digits up and down in her wet twat flesh.
Danny pulled up in front of his building. "Better stop for a minute," he told her. "Got to be cool going into the building." He parked in the underground garage and escorted Sue, who had zipped up her shorts, up to his apartment via the elevator. "You know," he said in the silent lift, "a girl like you and a guy like me could get awfully hot together."
"I know," she said. "I sure do hope so, anyhow." She leaned on him.
The elevator doors pulled open on the floor marked 14. Danny took hold of Sue's hand and led her to his apartment, 1404. He couldn't find his door key on the ring, but he alway kept a spare on the ledge of the frame. He pulled down the key and smiled at Sue. She smiled bak and waited for him to open the door.
He put the key in the door and led her in. The apartment was cluttered with books and magazines, most of them having to do with movies and Hollywood. He kicked a few things out of the way and made a place for Sue to sit down at in the living room. She had ideas of her own, however, and went directly for the picture window looking out over the city. Her ass, to Danny's way of thinking, looked just about perfect. The two globes peeked out from under the hem of her soft cotton shorts. "It's a wonderful view," she said softly as she looked out over Hollywood and Los Angeles.
"It certainly is," said Danny as he looked at her ass. He stood up and took hold of Sue's wrist. "Come on, baby. We got things to do." He took her down on the couch in a passionate embrace. She had big knockers which pressed against his shirt. He rubbed his hairy torso against her soft body. He liked the feel of her long comforting supple flesh rubbing along his hard muscles. He worked his prick out of his pants and went sliding along her leg. His joint was stiff and rubbery against her loins.
"I like that," she said, reaching down and pulling on his joint. "I like that a lot." She pressed her fingers against the tip of his flesh stick. "It's not often you find a big sex muscle like that one, one that you can hold onto and let it grow in your hand." She squeezed his penis. "I really do mean that, Mr. McGuire."
"And it's not often," he said, kissing her on the cheek, "that you find a woman who knows the difference between a good hard joint and a piece of wood."
He smiled and pulled his hips back and forth while she held onto his sliding pecker. This is gonna be one hell of a good bounce, baby."
"I know," she said, stroking his flesh banana. "I really can tell that for sure." She squeezed again and lifted her hips to pull down her pants. "Let's get naked," she said. "It'll be fun, eh?"
They both stood up and quickly disrobed. Danny removed his pants and underwear and shirt in no time at all. It only took delectable Sue a few seconds to pull her tank top off and to let her shorts slide off her long legs. "Wow," said Danny, his meat stiff, "look at that pair of boobs!" He couldn't resist taking one titty in each hand. He looked at the golden orbs which he held in his palms. "They're so beautiful," he said. "And so big!" He kneaded the hot mammary flesh with his fingers. He rubbed the tips of the nipples and then leaned down with his open mouth. "You mind?"
"Oh, please," she said, taking his head in her hands. "By all means." She pushed his face against her chest and rubbed his cheeks between her big soft boobies. "I like that, you know," she told him.
He licked her big nipples. The cherry buds were sprung and at attention. He mouthed one of them and sucked on it. He did the same with the other. He kissed the base of her titties, left a little red hickey on each one. He rolled a mouthful of flesh in his lips and sucked hard. His tongue, of course, provided a smooth trail of shiny lubrication. "I like sucking your chest," he said softly, rubbing down between her boobs, into her belly. He worked his way slowly but surely toward her honey pot. Se sat down slowly and spread her legs. Danny McGuire didn't miss a stroke.
She opened her loins to him. He supplied the inside of her well with a long tongue. He gave her a good sniffing and then worked his tongue up and down along the entrance to her twat, playing with her vaginal lips, making sure that her sweet ooze continued to flow. "It's nice," he said. "I like that," He rubbed long and hard in her cunt. He wanted there to be plenty of juice. He wanted the nubile youngster to be gushing. He wanted to have her sweet ease-juice all over his face, so much of it that he could swallow it by the cup if he wanted. He liked the feel of her slippery flesh around his mouth and continued to rub his tongue at her clitoris in order to get more of it.
"Oh, boy," she cried out. "You really know how to eat a girl." She held onto his bobbing head. Although she couldn't see it, she knew his tongue was flying and slipping and sliding in and out of her wet pussy. She could feel the broadside of the big splayed muscle rubbing at her clitoris. She could feel his hands working between her loins. She had her eyes closed and she was enjoying every lick, every swab of Danny's tongue. "Ahhh, yes," she said, "I sure do know when to stick out my thumb."
Danny looked up at her. He couldn't resist coming up her chest for a lick against her titties again. He rubbed his tongue along the sprung left nipple. He capped off the thing and sucked it into his face along with some breast flesh. "You know," he said between strokes, "I was awfully depressed this morning, and you've made me pretty fucking happy."
"Same here, she said. "I lost a part in a movie yesterday and I just didn't know what to do with myself."
"You're kidding," said Danny. "I lost a part as a director and that's what made me so down."
"How about that," said the young woman, shaking her boobies. "But we're o.k. now, eh?"
"You bet we are, honey," said Danny. He lifted his hands to cup her left tit. He spread his tongue out across the big piece of boob flesh that his hands had encompassed. "We're so alright now," he said, licking her tit, "that it's incredible." He rubbed his tongue up and down along her smooth chest flesh. "I love it," he said. "I love oral sex and licking and all that kind of thing."
"I'm glad," she said in a lusty whisper. "You know why? Because I can't get off any other way. I have to have a big prick in my mouth and a big tongue in my twat. Otherwise, it's all no-go." She smiled a little and said: "You know what I mean?"
"I think so," said Danny. "Come on with me." He picked himself up off her body and took her by the wrist. "We're gonna go and get comfortable," he told her. She followed him, nude, to the bedroom.
There he kicked things out of the way as he'd had to do in the living room. He pulled off the sheets and took a clean set of linen from the closet. "This is my last set of clean linen, eh? You like that? Tell me the truth. You like that, I bet." He smiled and shook the sheet unfolded. It was a fitted affair and needed attention from both of them. A few minutes later they had fresh sheets on the bed. "Alright," he said, "look at that. You ever see anything so pretty as that?"
She looked at the neatly made bed and at Danny McGuire's hot cock. "You lost some of your bone," she whispered. "What are we going to do?"
"Come on," he said, pulling back the freshly made blankets and linen. "Come in here and get to work on me."
She came where he directed her. He spread his legs and she sucked up the head of his soft but firming penis. "Oh, my," she said between strokes, "you certainly are a man of extremes." His cock had shot outward in a full erection. "A minute ago you were so soft, and now, just look." She stuck out her tongue and licked up the side of the shaft. She took the thickest part of the hot meat in her hand and rubbed with her fingers. She used her tongue on the hot hefty mushroom head. She made sure that every inch of that spongy spearhead was wet with lubricating saliva. "I love it, I love it, I love it," she cooed. "Did you hear me? Do you understand?"
"You love it?" he asked. "Is that it?"
"Oh, yes," she said softly stroking his prick with her tongue. "How did you know?"
"I don't know." Danny smiled. "Maybe I'm just lucky that way." He took her head in his hands and rubbed her face against the side of his stiff beef prong. Her skin was soft and tender. He liked the feel of her cheek against the head of his meat. The only thing better was her tongue. "Go on," he suggested, "and lick me off."
She stuck out her tongue. She applied the wet mouth muscle to the mushroom head of his penis. She spread out the broadest portion of her meaty mouth organ. She pressed that against his prick tip. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, "it certainly is a nice tasting joint you have." She licked up and down along the shaft. Several times in a row she swabbed the hefty meat. She used her hands to hold the thing in this or that attitude while her tongue licked.
"I love it," he told her. "You know your way around a penis, baby, don't you."
"Yeah," she said. "I suppose I do." She put pressure on his hips where she held onto him. She indicated for him to roll over.
"like this?" asked Danny, showing her his butt.
"like that," she said. Sue's hands took hold of his buttocks. She rolled her palms up and down across his ass cheeks. She made sure the crack between the moon globes was stimulated, too. She rubbed a digit up and down the groove. She landed the head of her finger in his anus. The muscle opened but squeezed down after only a small portion of her finger had entered.
"You can use your tongue better than your finger," he told her.
She smiled and pulled her finger away from his ass-hole. She replaced it with her mouth organ. Everything was wet and slippery. She slid up and down, brushing with her tongue. She supplied even the bunghole with a good rubbing from her wet mouthpiece. "Ammm, yummy," she moaned. "I love to eat anything at all, and that includes a good hot anus." She slid her tongue into the entrance to the ass-hole. She pushed at the tapered tube. She worked her tongue down into the sphincter and iris hole. She licked it out, reamed Danny McGuire until he told her he'd had enough.
Even then, as Danny came up on his hands and knees, Sue reached around and took hold of his cock. She continued to lick out his butt tube while rubbing his joint. "Ooooh, Danny," she muttered in his ass-hole, "you really do have a nice tube here." She licked inside the anal crease and at the canal. "I like to suck you off this way."
"What about a little six-nine action?" he suggested.
"Sure," she said. "IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT." She smiled and slipped down along his leg facing away from his head. She ended up with her cunt in his face. He leaned over her body, his balls and his penis hanging in range of her mouth, his face pressing against her soft loins. "Honey," he told her, "I'm going to eat you like you never had it before." He pushed his mouth down into her hole and pressed his tongue against her clitoris.
"Ahh, good," she said, taking his prick between her lips. She tongued the head of his stiff flesh prong. His long penis tacked her face to the bed. He pumped his hips a couple of times and his joint went sailing inside her oral tube. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, vibrating his cock with her singing muscles. "I like that," she thought to herself. "I like his prick fucking me in the mouth like that. " She reached around his butt and took hold of his wet rump. She pressed him down deep inside her face.
Danny worked steadily between the fine slick twat leaves. He used his tongue to coat the inside of Sue's slot. The flesh was greasy and wet. He plunged his mouth sword down deep. He sucked up her tubular in-sides. The hot greasy juice spread out over her mound. He used her pubic forest for a hair pie. He ate her out and sucked her up good. He jammed his tongue in and out of her body. She writhed in ecstasy. She was hot for it, hungry to have him lick her out. She loved his hot wet tongue in her pelvis, running up inside her body.
"Baby," she told him, "when you eat me like that the whole world starts spinning. I love that tongue meat of yours."
She humped up and down on his face. "It'll be better," he told her, "if you get up on top of me." He stretched out across the bed. She squatted on his face. "Here you go, honey," he told her. "Spread out and I'll give that cunt tube of yours what you need." He shoved his mouth muscle up her hole. He jammed hard against her clitoris.
"Oh, Christ! Mr. McGuire!" she hollered. "Danny, please!" She writhed in ecstasy. The hot tongue stabbed her harder and faster. He licked her erect clitoris. Working from underneath, he had access to all of her greasy tube. The hole spread open wide. H plunged his mouth stick up high. He jammed inside her tube. "Hot fucking damn, man," she said. "You know how to fuck me with your tongue, alright. You really fucking do." She rolled her pussy on his face.
The grease went sliding down Danny's chin. He wiped it off and went back for more. He stuffed her hole with his stiff mouth muscle. His oral flesh prong was long and hard. He rubbed in and out of her body, jamming her hard. He gave her a good long licking and made sure she didn't have a chance to rest. Then he turned her over, pushed her down on her belly. He stuffed her ass-hole with his finger while his other hand finger-fucked her twat. He rubbed up high in her pelvis. He wanted to make sure she knew where he was coming from. He licked her buttocks, but for the most part he was jamming her with his fingers, finger-fucking the shit and the grease in her body. "Baby," he said, "you'll never forget this, eh?"
She rolled on his jamming fingers. Her holes were full of hot digits. He jammed around inside her anus and in her twat with his fingers. He had her coming and going. He stuck her hard and fast.
"Oh, shit," she grunted, "that's so damn good, honey. I love that."
He pulled his fingers out of her body and started working his tongue into her pussy. He shoved hard and fast, making sure to get her clitoris going. He flicked it back and forth until she started juicing profusely. "God damn fucking ass-hole," she grunted. "I fucking love that!" She rotated her gushing pelvis hole around on his licking tongue. "Hot sucking damn," she grunted. "You give me so much pleasure, baby, I just can't tell you."
She climbed off of his tongue and grabbed his prick. "Let me have that thing. I want to suck you off, man. I want to make you come all over my face. I want to eat your jism, honey. I know you're gonna love me when I eat your fucking come pudding." She licked his stiff wet flesh prong. Her large tongue wet down the phallus. She rubbed the mushroom head and wet it. "Oh, yeah," she moaned, "it's hot fuck-stick time again." She crammed the pole into her face.
"O.K., baby," he told her, "Now you're going to get it the way you like it." He grabbed her head and pushed her backwards. He slammed his hot hard phallus in and out of her face. She sucked with her squeezing lips, but she couldn't keep track of him. He was banging her too fast. His powerhouse joint sloshed in and out of her squeezing lips. He pushed his hips up and down on her face. His pecker banged her mouth. "Oh, baby," he grunted to her, "you got what it takes." He looked down along his body and saw his long hard penis going in and out of her mouth. It was streaking up and down between her thick wet lips. "Oh, yeah," he said, "that's the way to hold on, honey. You just suck it all right up."
He hammered away in her face. His pulsing come started up in his balls and went squirting out of his joint, down her narrow throat tube. She swallowed it all up like a pro. "Good," he said. "Good. Just keep swallowing." She sucked all the jism from his cock. She used her hands to squeeze and rub. She milked his joint with her fist. "Get all that semen juice out of my joint, honey. Get it all." She sucked, and squeezed with her hands, until her face filled up with jism. Then she swallowed it down.
He pulled his joint out of her face. "That was good, honey. You sucked me off the way I like it. Now just do a little lick action to clean me up and you'll be ready to split." He waited for her to get to work. She leaned over his big flesh prong. It was shiny and wet. "Come on," he said. "Suck." She swooped down on the prick cap. She rubbed it between her lips and licked with her long wet tongue. She cleansed the entire joint with her tongue and saliva juice. Then she held the prick out of her face: "That's one of the biggest penis meats I ever saw," she said. "I love it." She kissed the thick piece of fuck-stick flesh. Then she smiled and started in again, licking and sucking just the way that Danny McGuire liked to have it done. It was one long suck on his thick, ripe boner.
XII
It so happened that Sue had a roommate, Sue Ellen. The two girls lived together in the West part of the city, in Jackson. When they were together, Sue was Sue and Sue Ellen was Ellen. That was how they could tell each other apart for phone calls and the like.
By the time Sue finished sucking off Danny McGuire, it was late afternoon. She arrived home, hitching there from Hollywood, to discover Ellen on the phone. "Who you talking to?" she asked, coming into the slightly messy apartment.
"Dave," said Ellen. She cupped the receiver. "You remember a few days ago? I went over to the construction site with those two boys? Dave was one of them." She went back to talking with Dave on the phone. "Well, listen," she said, "my roommate just came home. Why don't you come over here. I'll do something nice for you if you do." She smiled and then said: "Good. See ya." She hung up.
"O.k."' said Sue, "what's the story now?"
Ellen smiled: "He's coming over here. He's gonna fuck my brains out with his tongue and then maybe with something else, eh?" She smiled and did a pirouette. "Don't you think that's gonna be really nice?"
"Nice for you," said Sue. "But what about me?"
"You can have some too," said Ellen. "What the hell? He's got a big cock and I don't mind."
"Alright," said Sue. "Don't mind if I do. The last guy I was with had a big joint, but he didn't fuck me right. You know what I mean? He was this out-of-work director and he was in a bad mood."
The doorbell rang and Ellen answered it. "Wow," she said, "that was fast."
"Yeah, well," said Dave, "I was only just downstairs when I called."
"Far fucking out," said Ellen. "Come on in." She brought Dave in and showed him around and made introductions. Then she said: "We'll be out in a minute, Sue. Just a little private talk, you understand, hey Sue?" They smiled and left Sue alone in the living room. "Sure," she said to herself, "I understand."
In the bedroom Ellen took off her skirt and her blouse. Her big healthy titties rolled down on her chest. Her ripe nipples sprung to attention. She had chills on her blushing red neck. She was hot and lusty and ready for some fine fucking and sucking. "Come on, honey," she said, "what's taking you so long?"
Dave was fumbling with his belt. She reached into his pants and undid the buckle. She pulled his trousers down around his knees. He had on his underwear and a bone underneath. "Look at that big flesh stick under there. I'm gonna have fun with that thing." She stroked his penis, his underwear, and then she pulled his pants down around his knees. His cock was naked except for the pubic forest around it. "Now," she said, "A meat like that deserves to be shown off a bit." She fell to her knees in front of him. "Let me suck that big hog for a minute." She put the hefty prick head in her face. She licked it and rubbed it with her lips. She sucked it down into her throat and swallowed hard.
"Oh, honey," he said, "you know just how to get me going." He grabbed her around the head and pulled her face up and down on his cock shaft. He worked her back and forth along his stem. He shoved her face along the topside of his penis. "Suck that blood vein there. Get it good." She laid her lips around the vein as directed. She sucked and slid down to the thick base of his meat. She used her tongue to lubricate his muscle and her sucking action. "Oh, baby," he said, "you give me a fucking good blow job. You know that? I like that lip action of yours." He held her by the side of the face while she rubbed her lips and her tongue into the thick prong of fuck muscle. She like to give good head, so it was only natural that she use her passion to his best advantage.
"You have such a big cock," she said. "I can't keep from getting it in my mouth. You know that? I just look at it and I want to suck it up with my lips. You understand?" She eyeballed his big joint and went back down on it.
Dave arranged himself so that he was under her. He wanted her greasy cunt hole in his mouth. He got it, too. She spread her hot loins around his face. He rubbed his cheeks between her legs. Then he jammed his tongue up into her pussy. He sucked her out, eating her clit, eating everything inside her twat hole. "Baby," he muttered into her hot wet beaver slit, "you got the hot hole I like. I'm gonna fucking eat that pussy until you juice all over me. How do you like that?"
"I like it hot and hard," she said. "You know what I mean? I like it really hot and hard." She licked his bone. Her tongue lapped at the mushroom crown. She sucked on the thick base. "I like eating you, man," she told him. "I'll eat you any time and any place, honey. You know what I mean?"
He rolled over and gave her his ass-hole. "Eat me there," he said.
"Sure," she agreed. "I'll ream you until the sky turns black." She rubbed her tongue into his shit hole. "I'll eat shit if you want me to," she said hesitating for a minute. "You want me to eat your shit?"
"No," he said, "just my ass-hole."
She reached into his tube with her tongue. She stuffed his hot anus cavity and rubbed around inside it. "I like eating a good hot ass-hole," she told him. "You know what I mean?"
"I like the ream, if that's what you mean." He shook his butt. His hips slid his ass-hole from right to left in her face. She pushed her long slick tongue down his anus and wormed out the contents. "Honey," he told her, "you eat that trough like there was no tomorrow. That's good."
He leaned forward and crawled off of her tongue. "It's time for some header. Get that tongue into gear."
She showed him her svelte mouth muscle. It glistened with greasy saliva. "Yeah, babe," he complimented her. "That's gonna be good. That's gonna be real nice." He grabbed her around the nape of the neck. She was perspiring and her skin was wet, her hair matted. He pulled her face into his crotch. "Open up, sweet stuff, and get that tongue ready." He pushed her mouth onto his fat joint. The thick muscle bounced sideways until Ellen placed it in her lips. "Good," said Dave, watching his prick disappear up her oral tube. "That's real good, honey. You just suck that joint into ecstasy."
Ellen didn't realize it, but the bedroom door had opened. Sue stood there naked. She raised one finger to her lips and indicated to Dave not to say anything. She tip-toed up behind Ellen and crouched at her ass-hole. She pointed her tongue up Ellen's shit hole.
"Oh, God, w at the fuck!" screeched Ellen. "I don't believe-" She turned around with Dave's pecker in her hand. "Oh, my God," she moaned, "you scared the hell out of me. I couldn't figure out how Dave was licking my ass-hole when he was laying on the bed with his joint in my face." She inspected Sue's hot mamaries. "Listen," she added, "I have to suck him off first. Then you and I can have some fun, eh?"
"Take care of business, baby," said Dave. "Less talk and more suck."
She turned around and planted his cock in her face. She rubbed her hot wet mouth hole around the head of his poker. The stiff member slid into her face. She hummed and sang with delight as the meat went farther and deeper in her oral cavity. "Ahhhh," she creamed, opening her face in order to accommodate more prick meat. "Oooooohhh, yes!" She used her hands and massaged his nut nest. She worked her fingers up and down the inside of his legs.
Sue leaned back down and shoveled her tongue into Ellen's scrumptious bunghole. She drilled the anal cavity full of hot wet tongue meat. It only took her a minute to get Ellen screaming for orgasm. "Feel those fucking chills," said Sue. "You're getting good and hot, eh?" She rubbed Ellen's lovely moon globes with her tongue. "I'll tell you something, Ellen," said Sue, "if it weren't for you, I'd have to find another perfect ass-hole to eat in my spare time." She licked up and down between the slicf buttocks. Her tongue brushed saliva into the hot anal orifice. She ate out Ellen's ass-hole tube. Then she reached forward and held onto Ellen's titties.
Meanwhile, Dave was getting some fine header. Ellen's fleshy wet lips were sealed around his joint. She had a good wet mouth grip, a kind of flesh vice hold, on the base of his thick penis. She used the hot hard pecker to get her face stuffed with beef. It made her that much hotter and lustier to have a good joint in her mouth.
"Let me give him a little suck, too," said Sue. "I want to share that meat with you."
"Sure, why not," said Ellen. "Go ahead." She sat up off Dave's lap. She spread out and permitted Sue access to the hard stick of sexual TNT. "Eat it, baby," said Dave. "Light my fuck fuse." She pressed her lips around his prick. Her titties rubbed from side to side on his phallus. She used her mouth to hold him in place between her breasts. Her tongue took care of everything else, licking and wetting and slopping up and down all over the hot mushroom head. "This is good hot beef," she said, taking a breather with the meaty pecker in her hand. "I like a big hot joint like this one, honey. It makes me wanna come all over the place." She rubbed her hand up and down on his pecker. "It's good to see a man with a hot prick and willing to use it." She smiled and went back down on his cock muscle.
"It's good to see a woman willing to give good head," said Dave, banging his virile pelvis into her face. His pounding meat hammered away inside her slopping lips. He smacked her mouth with his joint. The tube of flesh went jerking and probing inside the hot wet oral cave. Suddenly, Ellen pushed Sue out of the way: "It's my turn, baby. I want to suck him off now." Sue laid off to the side, her big titties wet and hot, her mouth dripping saliva. "Go on," she said, "but you don't have to be so fucking hard-assed about it."
"You were pigging it," said Ellen. "So just shut the fuck up. I got him over here, and it's my decision how to suck him off." She laid her face into Dave's healthy wet crotch.
"Listen girls," said Dave, "I don't give a fucking ding-dong in hell which one of you gets me off, and which one of you eats my turds, but let me tell you something, I didn't come over here to listen to a bunch of yelling. You understand?" He took Ellen's face in his hands. "You got that, honey? You figure that out?"
She nodded. He pushed her face back down onto his wet phallus. She spread her lips out and sucked on his mushroom head. "There," he said, "that's a little nicer. Just go slow and easy." She worked her mouth up and down in his guiding hands. He had her around the ears between his palms. He rubbed her lips up and down on his erect tower of sexual flesh. "Just keep sucking me off, baby," he said, hypnotizing her with his melodic voice. "Just rub and suck, rub and suck-that's the way. Up and down, rub and suck. . . " He winked at Sue who couldn't believe her eyes.
Dave's hot pecker screwed all the way up into Ellen's face, so far into her oral tube, in fact, that only the thick base of the penis could be seen, and even that only on occasion. She buried his sex pole in hot mouth flesh. She hummed and licked and sucked on his prick until he was only a throb and an impulse away from coming.
"I'll tell you what," said Dave, "you there, Sue, get your mouth ready, Come on in here and get ready. When Ellen takes her face off, you get yours on. Ellen, you lick the base and Sue's gonna suck on the cap. It'll be a nice little mini-chain of my dick and you two ladies. O.k.? Alright? Now!" Ellen slid her face down along Dave's hot flesh pole. She arrived in position around the base of his joint. Sue took over on the galvanized mushroom cap. She jammed all the top half of the joint into her face. She licked and rubbed. "Mm-mm," she hummed, "it's God damn ... oooooh, yes!"
Dave was shooting sperm bullets. They were firing up into Sue's open wet mouth. She swallowed them down, quickly and in succession. She didn't miss a stroke. Ellen continued to pull and suck and set the pace with her tongue wrapped around the base of Dave's hot penis. The erection and the ejaculation lasted nearly forever. The two women were both quite satisfied. Dave, of course, found the twin suck action to be one of the most gratifying sexual activities of his life. He never forgot the great treatment the two women, and the two tongues, gave him that night, and he named a special kind of sex after the event itself: Double Header. Of course, he went back for seconds and thirds and probably set some sort of Olympic record, getting himself sucked off as many times as possible by two luscious oral pieces of ass.
