Cinnamon was on a date, and Kathleen felt fidgety. She washed her Bronco and vacuumed the inside. She had a cold lobster salad, French bread and a couple glasses of white wine for dinner. She put her dishes in the dishwasher and stood at the kitchen window, staring into space.
She didn't want to use her vibrator, and without Cinnamon's tongue, that was her only option if she stayed home. She took a quick shower, dabbed some perfume in the strategic places, and slipped into a dress. She preferred jeans, shirts and boots, but they weren't appropriate for what she had in mind.
She wore nothing under it but her voluptuous body. If things went the way she wanted them to, she didn't want to fight getting out of panties and bra. High-heeled sandals completed what she thought of as her fucking outfit.
She had to control the pressure of her foot on the accelerator as she drove to the roadhouse. It was a gathering place for everyone within an hour's driving time, and there were always unattached men to help her take care of the itch in her hot little pussy. Some of the men were genuinely single, and some of them were simply taking a night off from married life. She didn't care one way or the other. If wives couldn't keep their men home, that was their problem.
When she came in, she saw Carole Baker, the wife of her new neighbor, parked at the end of the bar. Joe, who ran the gas station down at the crossroads, had pointed her out. She didn't ask Joe how he knew. He knew everything, from who screwed whose wife on Saturday night to who farted in church Sunday morning.
A man was sitting with Carole, feeling her up. Kathleen knew him. She'd had him a couple of times, and he wasn't bad. If he hadn't been with the new girl in town, she would have made a play for him.
She sat at a table, and immediately had to fend off advances from men who didn't interest her. The Carter brothers came in, and she gave them a discreet smile. By themselves, they could be fun. Together, they were more like a mediocre comedy team.
She could separate them without too much trouble. A single man often had trouble splitting a pair of women or getting them both into bed with him at the same time. A single woman, however, wasn't usually faced with that problem. As soon as the men got a whiff of hot pussy, all the woman had to do was indicate which one she wanted. Unless, of course, she was willing to take on both of them.
Kathleen didn't know about doubling up tonight. That decision could wait for a while. After she'd had a few more drinks and a good fuck, she would think about that. The Carter boys headed straight for her table.
"Well, looks who's here," she said cheerfully, "Scooter and his shadow, Eddie."
"I'm his brother, not his shadow," Eddie said.
"You're both," Kathleen said. "Wherever he goes, you go. I'll bet you do everything together."
"Hello, Kathy," Scooter said. "I haven't seen you in weeks. Where have you been keeping yourself?"
"You know I don't like to be called Kathy, Scooter. I've been working. I didn't inherit a million acres and a bundle of money, and show horses don't raise themselves."
"Luck of the draw, Kathy," Scooter replied. "We inherited a thousand acres, not a million."
"Not much difference," Kathleen said.
Scooter looked at his brother. "Eddie, why don't you go to the bar and get a drink? Stay there until I call you. I want to talk to Kathy."
Kathleen wasn't sure which one of them she wanted. "Stay, Eddie," she said. "I can't imagine anything your brother has to say that you can't hear." She noted Scooter's scowl and smiled faintly. "Besides, maybe I feel devilish tonight."
Kathleen saw Carole leave with the man who was feeling her up as Eddie pulled out a chair and sat down. Scooter went to the jukebox, fed in some coins, and made his selections. Soft, rub-against-me-while-we-dance music filled the room. He came back to the table and held out his hand.
"Would you like to dance with me?"
Kathleen took his hand and stood. As they reached the dance floor, the bartender dimmed the lights to a dull glow. Kathleen settled into Scooter's arms and picked up the step. She deliberately danced with her crotch pushed against his to let him know that she was interested in more than walking around a small floor in time to some music.
"You should have let me get rid of Eddie so we could be alone," Scooter said. "We could go to that nice little motel down the road."
"You're both handsome, clean-cut guys, Scooter. A girl could do a hell of a lot worse, but I'm not going to a motel with either one of you."
Scooter wasn't sure how she meant the remark. If she wouldn't go to a motel with him, did she mean she would take him home with her? He wasn't going to give up easily. He'd never had her, but he knew she was as good a lay as any woman in the county. Probably better than most, if he included his wife. "You feel wonderful," he murmured in her ear.
Kathleen pressed closer, letting him feel her heavy, firm unrestricted breasts. "I can tell," she said, chuckling deep in her throat. "If I felt any better, you wouldn't be able to walk back to the table without attracting attention."
"You're dealing the cards," Scooter said. "I can still get rid of my brother."
Kathleen didn't reply. She didn't know yet how she wanted to play the game. The bulge in Scooter's pants was pressing into her mound, making thought of anything else difficult. She snuggled up to him and put both hands behind his neck.
His hands fell to her buttocks. He cupped them, one hand on each, and pulled her crotch tighter, accentuating his hip movements to rub his cock harder against her. He bunched her dress up, baring her ass. He rubbed her naked cheeks, and she inhaled sharply. He paused, waiting to see if she was going to object to the liberties he was taking.
When she made no move to resist, he rubbed his hands all over her bare bottom. They stood still as the records changed. When the music started again, he slipped one finger between her buttocks and pressed the tip lightly against her puckered ass-hole.
She leaned back and looked into his eyes. "My Bronco is in the parking lot."
He led her out the back door, directly into the parking lot. She held his hand tightly and hurried to her truck. She climbed into the back seat, lifted her dress around her waist and sat down. He knelt on the floorboard in front of her. She put one foot over the back of the front seat and reached for his head.
"Lick me," she said quietly.
He stuck out his tongue and lowered his head. The tip of his tongue delved into her juicy slit and found her fat clit.
"Ummmmm," he muttered, then began lashing her erect love bud.
Much sooner than he expected, her body jerked hard. She pressed the back of his head to keep his mouth in place and silently rode out the sudden climax. He lifted his head and looked at her, puzzled.
"I've never had any complaints about the way I give head, but I didn't think I was that good."
"I just needed to cum very badly. Now shut up and fuck me."
Eager to oblige, surprised that it had been so easy to get this luscious woman into this position, he hurriedly opened his pants and pushed them down. He knelt between her splayed legs, positioned the head of his cock at the bottom of her gash and pushed it in. He sank into her in a rush, their pubic hair meshing almost instantly.
She couldn't fuck with him in her awkward position. She contented herself with humping her ass up and down as he pounded his prick into her. Again, she came quickly. He slowed down, thinking she was finished.
"Don't stop, damn it!" she hissed. "My pussy needs some food. Give me your cum!" She grabbed his hips, pushing and pulling to indicate what she wanted. "I'm not.. . "
Her voice trailed off as he picked up the pace again. She lay back with one fist stuffed in her mouth so she wouldn't attract attention by screaming out loud, and let him service her.
And service her he did. He fucked her so hard, the truck rocked from side to side in time with his walloping thrusts. She grunted and groaned under her fist, letting her mind lose itself in the intense feeling that his cock was provoking throughout her body.
Gripping and releasing with her inner cunt muscles, she matched his rhythm, milking his cock, bringing him closer to his culmination. Her part in the revelry added to her own pleasure. She had a string of powerful orgasms. Just before he came, she had lost track of the number. Giving one last mighty squeeze on his cock, she suddenly relaxed her cunt and soared out of sight as a powerful climax ripped through her, so strong she nearly lost her breath.
His prick erupted, flooding her with semen, and she soared even higher. She held his prick inside her, her muscles milking it, totally draining it.
"Thank you," she whispered. "I needed that."
"Thank you," Scooter replied. "You're very good."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I don't let just anyone in there, but when I do, I want them to be satisfied."
"Then I'm glad I came along when I did." He struggled with his pants, having difficulty getting them back up in the confined space of the back seat. "If I had gotten here a little later, somebody else would have had this pleasure."
"Oh, not necessarily. There were several others in there who wanted me, but I didn't want them. That's why I told you not to worry about your brother. If a woman wants to fuck, not much will stop her. If she doesn't, nothing short of brute force will get you between her legs." She sat up and straightened her dress. "Let's go back inside. I have to pay a visit to the ladies room and take care of a problem you've left me with." She smiled and kissed his cheek.
When Kathleen rejoined the men, Scooter had a fresh drink waiting for her.
"You're a good dancer," Eddie said. "Would you like to do it with me?" He grinned at the double meaning of his words.
Kathleen looked at Scooter, wondering if he had told his brother what they did in the car. But then, why was it necessary for Scooter to say anything? Eddie must have seen the way Scooter had her dress up over her ass on the dance floor. And why else would they have gone outside?
Scooter shook his head slightly, telling her that he hadn't fucked her and then bragged about it.
"Why not? You'll have to feed the slot in the box." Kathleen tilted her head toward the juke box, but her true meaning was very clear.
"It would be my pleasure," Eddie replied, standing and taking her hand to lead her to the dance floor.
Eddie didn't play with Kathleen's ass as they danced. He went straight for her pussy, holding her body to his, his hand between her legs, under her dress. He got two fingers into her almost immediately. Still turned on from fucking Scooter, she was very receptive to his advances. When the first song ended, he was ready to get her outside.
"Let's go to that little motel down the road," he said.
"We might run into somebody we know, and the word would get back to your wife. We can use my truck. It's right outside the door."
Eddie smiled. "Better than standing up against the building."
He climbed into the right front bucket seat, pushed it all the way back, opened his pants, and pulled out his cock. He slid forward in the seat until his knees were jammed against the dashboard. He pulled her over his lap and raised her dress as she straddled his legs.
Kathleen looked down at his hard prick. It wasn't as small as his brother's, but neither was it a fence post. She liked big cocks. In a pinch, however, she had to take what she could get.
Evidently, he wasn't into lapping pussy, and she wasn't going to push the point. Under other circumstances, he wouldn't have gotten his cock into her pussy until his tongue had been there, but this situation wasn't ordinary. She grasped his bloated tool, guided it to her gash as she lowered herself into his lap. She sighed as she sat down on his lap, pushing his prick all the way into her heated channel.
"Open your pants and push them out of the way. I don't want your zipper to tear up my pussy."
She held onto his shoulders as he got his pants out of the way, then settled back down. He scooped her tits out of the top of her dress and held them, his thumbs rubbing the nipples.
She found a place on each side of the bucket seat for her feet, then began to lever herself up and down on his dick. He held onto her tits and worked his hips up and down as well as he could, helping her along. She held onto his shoulders, riding him hard and fast, pushing herself toward orgasm. She didn't worry about him. He would cum when he was ready, and she would get off with him.
Scooter had taken the hard edge off her sexual hunger, and she could pay more attention to how Eddie's cock felt. She used her cunt muscles skillfully to grip and caress his cock. Cumming on a well-applied tongue was heavenly, but cumming on a hard cock was pure nirvana. Her eyes were glazing over and her breathing was becoming faster when the overhead light came on.
Scooter slid into the back seat from the driver's side and leaned forward so he could watch her fuck herself on his brother's dick. Kathleen grinned broadly and leaned over and kissed him.
Sucking on Scooter's tongue with her upper mouth and sucking on Eddie's dong with her lower mouth added to her excitement. She wanted Scooter's cock in her mouth, but there was no way he could give it to her in the confined space of the car.
Increasing her fucking tempo, she let the glorious feeling wash over her, bringing her rapidly to orgasm. Her cunt muscles clamped down on Eddie's cock, telling him that she was cumming. He picked up the pace, bouncing her up and down as he pounded into her pussy and came with her.
"Let's get in the back seat, Eddie," she said. "I want both of you at the same time."
"Why don't we go to the motel and do this right?" Eddie asked.
"No, we do it my way, or not at all!" Kathleen replied.
She didn't want to go to a motel with them. That would turn into an all-night affair, which she didn't want. Doing it this way gave her control over how long the festivities lasted. She was after only a quickie. Or, in this case, a double quickie!
Kathleen crawled between the bucket seats into the back. Scooter moved over to make room for her. Eddie got out of the truck, not bothering to put his cock back in his pants, and climbed into the back seat with them.
She got on her hands and knees, her ass toward Scooter. Lifting Eddie's limp prick and sucking it into her mouth, she left it up to Scooter to figure out what he was supposed to do.
Scooter was no dummy. Her bare ass sticking up in the air was a guiding beacon. He had to push her toward Eddie to get on his knees behind her.
Kathleen gobbled Eddie's meat pole as Scooter nudged her ass with his prick. The slick knob of his cock touched her ass-hole, making her shiver. She liked it up the ass. she didn't want it there now. She lifted her ass a little higher to show him which hole to fuck.
Eddie's cock was getting hard again, unable to resist the hungry mouth working on him. Scooter stuck the head of his cock between Kathleen's pouting pussy lips, threw his hips forward, and buried his prick in her deep sex channel.
The Bronco rocked from side to side as Scooter banged Kathleen hard. His ass bumped into the door each time he drew back. The window crank poked him in the ass, but he ignored the slight discomfort and kept his full attention focused on the horny woman in front of him.
Opening her throat, Kathleen let Eddie's cock slide all the way into her mouth. He grunted as the tightness pulled his foreskin all the way back, leaving the sensitive knob bare. He was fully hard now, not far from cumming again.
Kathleen's pussy also skinned Scooter's cock. He had never fucked a woman who had such fantastic control of her cunt muscles. She was as tight as a virgin. If he didn't know better, he would have thought he was getting her cherry.
Neither man was able to last long. Kathleen waited until they started cumming, then let herself go. They came together, warm jism pouring down her gullet and up her cunt as she bucked and twisted in orgasm. She relaxed a few moments with a cock still sticking in each end of her body, then disengaged herself and sat between the brothers.
"Thanks, guys," she said, patting each man on the thigh. "I trust you've had as much fun as I have. Now it's time to say good night. Scooter, would you be a dear and get my handbag for me? I don't want to go back inside looking this way."
Scooter picked up her bag from the floorboard. "Brought it with me. Are you sure we can't go to the motel and continue this? You're one of a kind, lady, and I sure hate to break up the party so early."
"Thanks for the compliment, honey, but it's over now. Please, don't make a scene."
The brothers walked away as Kathleen got into the driver's seat.
"I have the distinct feeling that we were used," Scooter said to Eddie. "Just like two hunks of meat."
"Yeah," Eddie replied, then laughed. "We were. And we both enjoyed every second of it!"
Kathleen chuckled softly and started the engine. As she drove home, she thought about her little escapade with the Carter brothers. The theme of the book by that famous lady author came to mind: A zipless fuck. That's what she'd just had. No strings, no complications, just a good old-fashioned fuck, and then steal away into the night.
Her nerves were calm and steady. A warm glow of sexual contentment filled her mind. After a nice hot shower to wash away the residue of her raunchy evening of revelry and seeing to Cinnamon's needs, she would be ready for a long, dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
Clifford didn't at all mind traveling for his company. He got away from his nagging wife for days at a time, and he got to meet some really hot women. like the one he picked up in the road-house.
When he was home, Donna nagged him to go shopping with her. Which usually took her all day, even when she knew what she wanted and where to find it. She couldn't resist the urge to window shop and try on dozens of things she had no intention of buying.
Her incessant shopping was only one of the things that caused friction between them. He made good money and didn't care how she spent it, within reason, but he hated the aimless wandering in malls, shopping until he dropped, only to take home one small bag of stuff. Decide what you want, get it, then get on to more important things was his motto.
In his case, more important things usually meant sex. Not so with Donna. After a day of shopping, she begged off with the excuse that she was too tired to enjoy sex. Hell, she didn't enjoy it when she was well rested!
He tore apart the six pack he brought from the roadhouse, popped the top on a can and sat on the side of the bed.
"Is that beer cold?"
Carole's throaty voice made his skin tingle and his cock twitch. "Yeah, sort of," he replied.
"Want to share it with me? I could use something cold to drink. I'm burning up."
He looked at her and blinked twice. She had undressed and was standing in right in front of him. He stared at the breathtaking bundle of naked female flesh. Her huge tits looked like small, twin mountains standing up from her chest. Deep brown, dollar-sized circles of smooth flesh surrounded her thick nipples. His mouth watered just looking at her. He sat stock-still, barely breathing, feasting his eyes on her luscious body.
She held out her hand, and the movement of her arm made her majestic tits jiggle enticingly. "Well?" she said.
"Oh, yeah," he croaked, and handed her the can of beer.
She took a sip and smacked her lips. "Ummm, that tastes good." She took another sip of beer and handed the can back. She lay across the bed facing him, propped up on her elbows. Her large tits hung down to the blanket. Her curvaceous ass rose in a continuous, sexy sweep. The rear view was just as alluring as the front one. "My husband is a professional photographer. Landscapes, scenics, that sort of thing. That's why we moved out here from the city. The only time he pays any attention to me is when he needs a nude model. Posing nude gets me all hot and bothered, but he seldom notices. He takes his pictures and rushes to the darkroom to develop them."
"My wife's kick is shopping," Clifford said. "That's all she wants to do."
"I thought living in the sticks was going to be boring. I didn't know that I would meet someone as handsome as you. I don't usually do this, you know." The lie came easily to her lips. The truth was, she spread for anybody who wanted her, as long as he was old enough. "I went to the road-house just to get out among people. Josh is working in his darkroom, probably spend all night in there. Says he has a deadline to meet. I think he just wants to get away from me."
"Donna's probably shopping. She goes to one of those malls that stays open until midnight and spends hours wandering around. She never buys much. When I get back, we're going to a little spa in the mountains I know about. Took me weeks to convince her."
"Hot sulphur baths are so relaxing. Never understood how anything that smells so bad can feel so good. Last winter, Josh and I went to one that caters to nudists. He didn't like it as much as I did. He liked looking at the naked women, but didn't like being nude. Men can be so funny at times." She took the beer from him, took another sip and made a face. "Ugh. It's warm. Coffee and women should be hot. Beer should be cold. Right?"
"Are you a nudist? I mean, do you belong to one of those groups or something?"
"I don't belong to a club, but I don't like to wear clothes. They're so confining. I wear them only when I go out in public, so I won't get arrested for indecent exposure. Now you tell me, how can anyone think nudity is indecent? Suggestive, maybe. Or erotic. Right?"
"Depends on the person, I guess. You sure as hell don't look indecent to me!"
"Why, thank you, Clifford. It's nice of you to say so." She sat up, turned to face him, crossed her ankles and let her knees fall to the side.
He looked at her pussy and his tongue got so thick it filled his whole mouth. She smiled so sweetly he thought his heart would melt. She stretched her legs out in front of her with her thighs spread so he could see her pussy better. She held her back ramrod-straight and pushed her tits out. His brain was aflame with the desire. He didn't know where to look, at her tempting twat or her magnificent tits. The thick lips of her pussy peeked through the forest of blonde hair in her crotch, glistening with moisture.
"I need a shower, honey," she said. "Dancing makes me sweaty. Want to take one with me?"
He started to remind her they hadn't danced, thought better of it. If she had a clean fetish, that was okay with him. However she wanted to play the game was fine, as long as he fucked her.
She held out her hand for him to help her up. She released his hand and backed away from him. "Undress and let me see what you have for me."
She stood with her legs apart, fluffing up the curls of her dense bush and looking carefully at each part of his body as he bared it. He pushed his pants down and his cock jutted straight out from his groin, randy and ready for action.
She caressed it lightly with one hand and ran her palm up and down the pulsating shaft. "Very nice. I certainly can't complain about the size. Let's take a quick shower together, then we'll see how well you use it."
He didn't want to waste time in the shower. He wanted to stick his dick in her right now. "Why don't we fuck, then take a shower? You've got me to hot I can't stand it!"
"Ahh, that's one of the secrets, dear," she said softly. "If you fucked me right now, you would cum after just a few strokes. And then what? If you're going to put your nice tool in my pussy, I've got to get something out of it, too. I seldom eat at fast food joints, and I seldom do quickies. I might end up all sweaty and sticky, but I like to start out nice and clean, then wallow in the after effects of a good fuck. I'm an epicure of sex, honey. Do as I say, and you'll get all the pussy you can handle."
Using his cock as convenient handle, she led him to the bathroom. He went along meekly, aware he couldn't dominate her the way he did Donna. She turned on the water, pushed him into the shower and got in behind him. She picked up a bar of soap, reached around him with both arms, and began to wash his prick.
He sniffed loudly. "That soap is scented," he muttered. "I'm going to smell like a girl."
"You're going to smell like pussy when I get through with you. Soon, your cock will start feeling really good," she whispered in his ear. She pressed her hard, pointy nipples into his back and scrubbed her muff against his buttocks. His meat became very slippery as she worked her hands along it, pumping it gently. "Better and better." Her hands moved a little faster. "Doesn't that feel good? Do you jack off very often?"
"Uh.. .I.. .uh...!" he gasped. "I want to fuck you!" he blurted.
"No pussy until we take the pressure off, honey," she cooed. "You're so tense, you'll stick your cock in me, pump a couple of times, then shoot. Stop thinking of yourself and think about giving me pleasure. A good lover knows he'll get everything he wants if he gives a woman as much pleasure as she can handle."
"You're going to make me cum!" he gasped.
"Of course I am, honey. I would hate to think that I've lost my touch. Don't worry about it getting hard again. I can do things you wouldn't believe. Just relax and enjoy."
He couldn't argue with her logic, but he still didn't want her to jack him off. He wanted to fuck her! He opened his mouth to object and the rising tension in his groin cut him off. Suddenly, his prick erupted. Thick steams of sticky jizz jetted in all directions as her hand flew up and down his throbbing shaft.
She mashed her tits into his back and breathed rapidly as she stroked his cock until his cum dribbled to a stop. "I like to watch a man cum," she whispered. "You spewed cum all over the shower. Do you always cum so much?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Why did you make me waste it?"
"A good cum is never wasted, honey. I'm going to fuck your balls off and make you cum just as hard later, believe me."
She washed him, then herself, not letting him touch her. She didn't want him trying to bulldoze her ass into the shower wall. He could pound her pussy when it would do her the most good.
She dried him off and led him back to the bed. She put him on the bed and knelt by him, gazing at his cock. His tool wasn't the largest she'd had, but skill counted for more than size.
He stared up at her, and her loveliness hit him like a blow to the solar plexus. Her long blonde hair hung down past her shoulders, framing her beautiful face and graceful neck. Her tits were large, high and firm. Her supple skin glowed with a deep tan. Her nipples were exceptionally dark, standing up from large, pebbly areolae. Her narrow waist flared into lush hips.
"God, you're so beautiful," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "I've got to fuck you!"
"Patience, honey. Don't be selfish." She took his cock in her hand and stroked it idly. "We have all night."
She leaned over and guided his cock between her ovaled lips. He grunted with unrestrained pleasure as her warm, wet mouth enveloped his throbbing prick. His balls felt as if they were swollen to twice their normal size. His shaft felt so hot, and nothing eased the pressure better than plunging it into a moist, loving mouth.
Carole knelt by his hip, her belly sucked up, her thick-nippled tits dangling, brushing the top of his thigh. She wet the head of his cock with saliva, took it out of her mouth and rubbed it over her sensual red lips. She cut her eyes up at him, let his swollen knob slide back into her mouth, and sucked deeply.
Clifford sighed as her mouth sent waves of stimulation pounding through him. Every so often, she took his cock out of her mouth, rubbed the head lightly over her lips and licked the shaft lasciviously as she looked at him with a 'fuck me' twinkle in her eyes.
He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head up. She looked at him questioningly. She hadn't felt his cock swell, signaling the arrival of an orgasm.
"I'm going to fuck you now!" he blurted. He sat up and tried to push her onto her back, and met strong resistance.
"You'll fuck me when I say so," she responded firmly. She pushed him down, straddled him and slid up his body.
He thought she was going to top-fuck him. She had other ideas. She slithered up his body until her cunt was under his chin. He lifted his head slightly, saw her hair-lined lips boring in on his mouth and realized what she was going to do.
"I want to fuck you," he said stubbornly.
"Stop being obnoxious," she hissed. She reached into her crotch with both hands, spread the lips of her pussy wide apart and lowered her ass until her soggy hole engulfed his mouth and nose. "I sucked your cock. Now you can eat my pussy."
The fleshy folds of her snatch captured his face. Her weeping hole pressed down on his lips. Her swollen clit bumped the tip of his nose. He opened his mouth to breathe and she pushed down.
"Stick your tongue in my hole," she said. "Fuck me with it. Taste my cunt juice. Drink it! You'll like the taste." She wiggled her shapely ass around, smearing his lower face with her warm secretions "Stick out your tongue!"
He stuck out his tongue, separated the thick lips and dipped into the core of her hot honey pot. She did taste good. He savored the flavor. He pumped his tongue in and out of her hole like a slender, short cock.
"That's right, honey. Fuck me with your tongue. Make my pussy feel good. You'll get your reward in a few minutes."
She turned around on top of his face and leaned over. His rigid rod stood up from the thatch of hair in his groin like a flagpole in a patch of grass. Her new position made her clit more accessible than her hole. His tongue slid up her wet slit and pressed against her fleshy love button.
She held his prick in one hand and hunched on his face. "Mmmmmm, lick my clit, baby," she moaned. "I'll suck you off and let you cum in my mouth while you make love to my pussy."
She had to fight to keep from losing her concentration as she skillfully, teasingly polished his bloated knob. His thrilling tonguing sent molten flames lancing through her cunt. Her toes curled and uncurled reflexively as his tongue flicked over her clit. She wrapped her tongue around his shaft and swallowed him whole. She shivered as the pulsing head rubbed the roof of her mouth. She scrubbed her hot snatch on his mouth and sucked the head of his cock deep into her throat.
His swollen cock throbbed and his balls ached. He hovered on the verge of a climax, scant seconds from filling this wonderful woman's terrific mouth with his hot cream. He tried to hold back and make the marvelous sensations last longer, but couldn't hold out against her superb tongue and the fantastic vacuum in her hot mouth.
With a fierce lunge of his hips, his cock erupted and spurted scalding seed into her greedy mouth. She sucked with more demanding pressure, not only drawing the juice from his rod, but pulling the head deeper into her throat. She squirmed and hunched more vigorously, rubbing her hairy twat over his face and her clit against his vibrating tongue.
Her orgasm started moments after his. She would have screamed with pleasure, but her mother taught her never to talk with her mouth full. She sucked his cock avidly and concentrated on the waves of ecstasy washing over her. She loved to cum, and she was going to do it so many times before she turned him loose.
She drained the last of his jism from him as her orgasm ebbed. She rolled off and lay on her back, breathing deeply as subtle shudders continued to ripple through her.
"You eat pussy very well," she said. She reached over and wrapped her fist lightly around his prick.
He surprised himself by immediately responding to her dexterous manipulation. Her sexiness was infectious.
"I've never had any complaints," he said smugly.
"Do you like to be top-fucked?"
"I like it better when I'm in control."
"You've got a good head start on being a real fuddy-duddy."
She climbed over him and fit the head of his cock in her slick hole. She eased her ass down and the blunt head nosed between the heated walls of her dripping twat. "I want all of your cock," she hissed. "All the way to your balls!"
She snapped her ass down and his cock slid in easily and steadily, disappearing into her hot box before his eyes. He had nothing to do but lie there and watch as the heated maw of her sex channel swallowed his prick.
"I don't know if I can get off again so soon," he said doubtfully. "You've already made me cum twice in the last half-hour."
"I know how many times you've cum. Forget about cumming and just enjoy the ride. If you can cum, fine. If not, so what? You'll make me cum. That I guarantee! I like having your juice in me, but it isn't necessary. My orgasm is more important. Now, stop talking unless you're going to talk dirty. I want to concentrate on fucking myself on your cock and getting off."
"You make it sound like I'm not even here, that just my cock is," he said, sounding hurt.
"Your cock's the only thing that's doing anything important right now. If you insist on using your mouth, suck my tits."
She leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands on the bed. She closed her eyes, fully savoring the feel of his hard prick. Her tits dangled in his face, her nipples pointed at him like two big thumbs, hard and stiff. The hairy mouth between her thighs sucked his cock as she humped her ass briskly up and down. She rode to the very tip of his rod before sinking back down, burying the full length of his shaft in herself once more.
He grabbed one of her big tit mounds with both hands and sucked her nubby nipple, making her entire love tunnel twitch with licentious awareness. The muscles of her pussy clenched and coiled and rippled, like soft lips sucking his prick.
Before he expected it, she began to spasm in orgasm. Her body seemed to fly out of control, twisting and bucking and heaving, going in all directions at once.
"Oh, fuck!" she wailed. "Your cock feels so fucking good, baby! Oh, baby, I love to fuck!"
Her pussy clutched at his prick, literally milking it as her juice soaked it. She bucked wildly up and down and he tried to follow her, tried to keep his cock buried in her spastic cunt.
To his great surprise, he felt another orgasm stirring in his loins. Afraid she would finish and climb off before he had a chance to cum again, he grabbed her ass and tried to hold her steady as he thrust into her.
Lost in the throes of her orgasm, she refused to let him slow her down. She went into automatic overdrive and continued to buck and twist furiously. Inane gibberish poured out of her mouth in a keening wail as she fucked herself to an even higher plateau. Juice oozed from her pussy, trickled down his cock, over his balls and into the crack of his ass.
He rammed into her soggy hole with all of his strength, striving for his own climax. It arrived on thundering hooves. He didn't think he could cum, but he couldn't deny the obvious. He was pouring his molten lava into this hot woman's spasming snatch, matching her stroke for stroke, giving her as good as he got.
She made ragged, sobbing noises as she felt his hot, thick sperm splashing into her. She slammed her ass down and felt his cockhead bang into her womb. She continued to gyrate as she sat up, reached behind her and grabbed his nuts. They felt large and hot in her delicate fingers as she squeezed them and toyed with them, trying to coax another shot from them.
He thought she would wear out his cock before she finally rolled off and lay spread-eagle by him.
"God, I love to fuck!" she sighed. "There's just nothing in the world like a good cum. Feel my pussy. It's still hot."
He covered her hairy mound with his hand. "Yeah, it's pretty juicy and sticky, too."
"That's the way a well-fucked pussy should feel," she said. "Lick my clit."
"But, we've.. .I've just.. . "
"So? There's nothing there that will hurt you, even if you do get some on your tongue." She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head down to her crotch. "My clit is still tingling. Lick it. Finish it off properly."
He wasn't wild about the idea. He stiffened his neck and resisted her effort to pull his mouth down to her sticky slit.
"If you don't lick my clit and get me off again, you've had my pussy for the first and last time." she told him, confirming his worst fears. "You do want to fuck me again someday, don't you?"
Her warning worked. He stuck out his tongue and tentatively touched the tip to her clit. Her aggressive behavior stirred something in him. He sort of liked having a woman tell him what to do. He threw caution to the winds and dived right in.
CHAPTER THREE
Kathleen O'Dell liked her little ranch. She liked living with Cinnamon. She liked raising Appaloosa horses for shows and Quarter horses for rodeo work, mainly barrel racing.
The house sat at the mouth of a box canyon, so only a minimum of fencing was required to close off the canyon. The grass was lush and green from early Spring until well into the Fall. A fence ran down the middle of the canyon, separating the two breeds. A rushing stream curled along the back wall of the canyon, then ran along one side, providing all the water the stock needed.
Kathleen rode her prize stallion slowly through the pasture, checking the condition of her stock. The bright Colorado summer sun was high in the sky when she reached the stream. She unsaddled her horse and tethered him to a cottonwood tree with a long rope. She stripped to the buff and waded into the icy water. Goose bumps popped up all over her body. Her nipples drew into sharp points.
Josh sat on the top of the canyon wall and watched through a powerful telephone lens as Kathleen cavorted and splashed in the stream. As luck would have it, she turned to face the side of canyon on which he was sitting and spread her legs. Her long middle finger showed clearly in the strong lens as it slipped into the top of her seam and settled on her clit.
Josh took several photos of her pleasuring herself, then scrambled down the slope and hurried toward her. He lost sight of her as he crossed the canyon floor. When he saw her again, she was on her knees in the middle of the stream. Her head was thrown back, her eyes were closed, and she was shaking all over as she came. He sneaked up close and took several more photos, forgetting the noise of the motor drive.
Kathleen heard it. She opened her eyes and fixed him with a piercing stare. She took her finger out of her pussy and stood up straight. Her heavy tits jutted haughtily. She saw his eyes sweep from her chest to her luxuriant bush.
"Who are you, and what are you doing on my property, spying on me like a peeping Tom?"
"My name's Joshua Baker. I'm a photographer. I live down the road."
"Yeah, I heard that some city slicker bought the old Peterson ranch. That doesn't explain why you're on my property, spying on me. This isn't the city, Mr. Baker. You don't just wander around on somebody's property without permission."
He grinned crookedly. "Now I know why this is called a box canyon," he said.
"Your attempt at humor is lost on me, Mr. Baker."
"Call me Josh." He couldn't keep his lustful eyes from wandering up and down her voluptuous, naked body. She made no effort to cover it. Maybe he had stumbled into something too good to be believed. "All my friends do."
"And just what makes you think we're going to be friends?" she said, her voice as icy as the water in the stream. "Westerners take their property rights very seriously, Mr. Baker. You're more apt to get shot than make new friends."
"Look, I didn't mean any harm. I was out hiking, looking for birds to photograph. I didn't realize that I was going to find one so pretty, and naked to boot. When I saw what you were doing, I couldn't resist the urge to come closer and watch."
"And take pictures without my permission," Kathleen said. She walked out of the stream to her saddle. She took a six-shooter from the saddlebag and pointed it at him. "Rewind the film, take it out and toss it over here."
The bore of the pistol looked like a cannon to Josh. "What the hell is this?" he said, astonished. "You can't pull a gun on me that way and demand my film. It's private property. My private property."
"You're standing on my private property, Mr. Baker. I can shoot your balls off, and the sheriff won't blink any eye. You're trespassing, you're a peeping Tom, and you took pictures of me naked without my permission. Not even the most glib shyster in the world can get you out of this one." She cocked the pistol, and the sound was as menacing as a rattle snake. "Now, do you hand over the film, or do I shoot you and take it?"
"I don't think you can do it," he replied, sounding a lot braver than he felt.
"Pick up that rock in front of you. Now, throw it as high as you can." She whipped the pistol up and shattered the rock at the top of its arc. "Now, do you believe I can do it?"
"You're a good shot, but shooting a rock isn't the same as shooting a man."
She put a bullet between his feet. "The next one goes right through your balls."
Josh rewound the film, took it out of the camera and tossed it to Kathleen. She tossed the saddle blanket over a big rock and sat down. She deliberately left her legs open so he could see her pussy. The pistol dangled in her right hand.
"Did you enjoy watching me jack off?" she asked.
He felt a lot better. He had lost his film, but it looked as if he was going to get a piece of prime ass in its place. "Damn right I did. I'm a normal man."
"If you liked it so much, why didn't you take your cock out and play with it?"
"I didn't think of it. I was too interested in watching you. You're a pretty sexy woman. Beautiful, too. You looked like Aphrodite standing there."
"The daughter of Zeus, who sprang from the foam of the sea, the goddess of beauty and sensual love," she said with a hint of sarcasm. "Do you always stretch the truth?"
"Nope. Never met a more beautiful, sensual woman."
"Well, let's make up for your oversight. Take your cock out and stroke it."
Josh's eyes got as big as saucers. "I don't believe this is happening."
Kathleen casually leveled the pistol at him.
"Okay," he said hurriedly. "Don't get carried away with that thing. You might hurt somebody. Namely, me." He unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out and stroked it a couple of times.
"Don't stop. You watched me jack off. Drop your pants so I can see your balls."
"You want me to jack off?" he said incredulously
"You catch on fast. I want to see your cum fly."
He started to say that she couldn't be serious. Her look and the pistol said otherwise. He didn't know if he could get the job done under duress. He did know that he'd damn well better try hard! He dropped his pants and grabbed his cock. He pulled it several times, and not much happened.
Prematurely gray hair touched his beard and temples, giving him a distinguished look. His cock was long and thick. Dense, curly brown hair covered his groin. Light brown hair showed in the opening of his shirt. She liked that. Men who resembled apes turned her off.
"Having trouble, huh?" she said conversationally. "Well, now you know how a girl feels when a guy expects her to fuck and she's not in the mood. If it will help, look at my pussy and think about fucking me."
"Why can't I just fuck you? I'll pull out when I'm ready to cum, and you can watch it fly."
"Yes, you're a normal man. All you guys want to do is jab your cock in a girl's tender little pussy and hump until you get your rocks off. Well, I'm not going to fuck you, so you just have to use your imagination." She smiled wryly and opened her legs a little wider, just to tease him. "Now get busy before I lose my patience."
He stared at the pretty auburn hair covering her mound. Her large clitoral hood protruded from the top of her long slit. She was built for fucking. A guy could spend many delightful hours in her saddle. He pulled and manipulated his dick until it hardened, then whacked it rapidly. He fired his wad straight at her. It hit the ground well short of her feet.
"Not bad, but I expected more cum," Kathleen said. "Your balls are pretty big."
"God damn," he muttered. "I did the best I could."
"Yeah, I've heard that before."
She dressed and saddled her horse. He pulled up his pants and watched her silently, dreadfully disappointed that she didn't let him fuck her.
"It'll be dark soon," Kathleen said. "You're apt to get lost if you try to walk home. Get up behind me. You can call your wife from my house. While you wait for her, you can hit on Cinnamon. She-likes it with a guy now and then."
She kicked her left foot out of the stirrup and held out her hand. He climbed up behind her and kept his foot in the stirrup.
"I need the stirrup," she said. "You can hold onto me."
His put his arms around her and deliberately grasped her tits.
"I meant my waist," she said.
"These are better handles."
Kathleen chuckled to herself and let him think he was getting away with something. She kicked her horse in the sides and took off so fast, he nearly fell off in spite of his firm grip on her tits. He righted himself and held on tighter.
"Who's Cinnamon?"
"My partner and lover."
"You're a strange woman. My wife isn't home. She went into town to some chick movie."
She's probably back at the madhouse picking up another guy, Kathleen thought. "You're just saying that so you can hit on Cinnamon. As the old song goes, why do married men think they're still single?"
When they reached the barn, Josh fell off the horse. He walked around, trying to get the kinks out of his legs. His butt was sore, and he had been on the horse less than fifteen minutes. He couldn't imagine how anybody could actually enjoy riding such a beast.
"I'll walk home from here," he said.
"The wolves might get you. Dinner should be ready. Cinnamon or I will drive you home after we eat."
CHAPTER FOUR
Kathleen served coffee and cognac in the living room after dinner.
"Don't you think my lover is beautiful, Josh?" she said.
"Gorgeous. Looking at the color of her skin, I see where she got her name."
"My mother had an oddball sense of humor," Cinnamon said.
"Josh watched me play in the stream, Cinnamon. He sneaked up on me while I was jacking off and took a bunch of pictures. I took the film away from him, then made him jack off for me."
Cinnamon raised one eyebrow. "Really?" she said. "I wish I had been there. I like to watch a guy cum."
"Josh-likes to watch a girl cum. He won't come right out and say it, but he does."
"Typical male," Cinnamon said. "Why can't they ever be straight with us?"
"Do I detect a little animosity toward men?" Josh asked.
"Oh, no more than the average woman who keeps running into bastards would feel," Kathleen said. "Individually, guys can sometimes be okay, but as a group, you leave a lot to be desired."
"I hate to hear that. You're such a beautiful woman. Maybe you just haven't met the right man."
"Maybe there isn't any such thing any more. Cinnamon and I could tell you stories all night long about some of the things that have happened to us. Men seem to believe they have a right to treat us any way they like. For some reason that I can't fathom, men act as if we exist solely for their pleasure. We're supposed to lie down and open our legs and mouths for them any time they choose. Hell, there's more romance and tenderness between two women these days than between a man and a woman."
Cinnamon looked at Kathleen and grinned. She didn't know what Kathleen was up to, but it should be interesting.
"If I spend the night with you and listen to your stories, will you give me a chance to rebut them? And show you there are some good men around?"
"Why, Josh, that sounds like a proposition."
"I suppose it could be taken that way. I have to admit that I'm very attracted to you."
Kathleen removed her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, as usual. Josh's eyes got very large and round as he watched her. "Oh, don't get the wrong idea, Josh," she said, smiling sweetly. "You've already seen me naked. What's so unusual about seeing me that way again?"
"You were holding a gun on me before," he said.
"But I didn't shoot you," Kathleen laughed.
Cinnamon couldn't take off just her blouse. She was wearing a dress. After hesitating a moment, she shrugged and removed her dress. Josh's eyes got bigger. He didn't know where to look first. Kathleen made the decision harder for him when she grinned at Cinnamon, then removed her skirt.
"Wow!" he breathed. "You ladies do realize what you're doing to me, don't you?"
"Why, Josh, it's just flesh," Kathleen teased.
"Yeah, the way a Rolls Royce is just a car." He was breathing hard. The large bulge in his pants was clearly visible.
"Cinnamon, dear, I guess we shouldn't do this to the poor man. Can you think of what we can do to relieve his suffering?"
"Well, I guess we could put our clothes back on. Then maybe he wouldn't be so tempted. Of course, maybe he doesn't find us tempting at all." Cinnamon was fully into the game. She would have stood on her head and whistled Dixie while playing with her pussy if that was what Kathleen wanted.
"Don't I get a vote?" Josh asked frantically. He didn't want those luscious bodies covered up again. He wanted their panties removed. And his cock given access to their pussies.
"And just what would you vote for? If we let you choose, that is?"
"Get rid of those panties and let's really have a party!"
"What do you think, Cinnamon? Should we go along with him?"
"Why not? He's not bad-looking. Maybe he can give us a good time."
"It's the wrong time of the month for me," Kathleen said seriously. "But we could give him a hand job. That would be better than nothing."
Cinnamon knew that wasn't true. She licked Kathleen's pussy before lunch. She was still willing to follow Kathleen's lead, however. "Okay. And to add some spice, why don't we have him do a strip for us? Men are always getting goggle-eyed when a woman strips for them, so why shouldn't we get to watch him strip?"
"You heard the lady, Josh. Think you can do it slowly and seductively? Do you want some music?"
Josh hadn't considered that women would like to watch a man strip. He wasn't sure he could do it the way they were asking. He was more accustomed to getting out of his clothes as quickly as possible. The prospect of fucking these two lovely women made him want to try.
"I think he's just stalling, Kathleen. Why don't we just get dressed and forget the whole thing? Maybe he doesn't really want to party after all."
Kathleen went to Josh. "Stand up, big boy, and I'll give you a kick start." She opened the zipper on his pants and reached inside. "He's got a real whopper, Cinnamon. I don't think I could cover it with both hands." She chuckled as his breathing became labored. She hauled his cock out and wagged it at Cinnamon. "What do you think of that, darling?"
"Oh, wow!" Cinnamon said softly. "Seems a shame to just jack him off. That looks too good to waste."
"Would you like to have it, dear? Isn't she just the loveliest woman you've ever seen, Josh? Wouldn't you like to fuck her?"
"Why not both of you?" he asked boldly.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Josh." Kathleen's voice was soothing, full of concern. "I lied to you about it being the wrong time of the month for me. I might as well tell you the truth. I don't fuck men."
"Whaaat? You're not.. . "
"Gay? Why do you find that so strange?"
"Because you.. .you're so sexy! And so.. . feminine!"
"Not all lesbians are butch dykes, Josh. Many of us are just as feminine as any other woman." Kathleen looked at Cinnamon and shrugged. "I think he doesn't want to fuck you, darling. I'm sorry."
Cinnamon had no idea why Kathleen was lying to Josh. And didn't particularly care. She estimated his cock was at least nine inches long and as big around as her wrist. Maybe bigger. Her wrists weren't very big.
"Yeah, maybe you're right. Well, it doesn't matter that much. We can have a clit licking fest, then fuck each other with our strap-on dildos."
"Well, shit," Josh muttered.
Kathleen gave Cinnamon a big wink, then turned around. "Josh, have you ever seen a squirter?"
"A what?"
"A girl who squirts juice all over the place when she cums. Cinnamon does. Would you like to see?"
"This has to be a dream. Carole is going to punch me in the ribs and tell me that I'm tossing in my sleep."
"Who's Carole?" Cinnamon asked.
"My wife."
"Does she like to do it with girls?"
"I don't think she-likes to do it all any more," he replied ruefully.
"Common complaint from married guys," Kathleen said. "Cinnamon, sit on my lap, and let's show him how you squirt."
"Oh, goody! I squirt so much harder when you do it for me." She sat on Kathleen's lap with her legs spread wide.
"Josh, undress and play with your cock," Kathleen said. "You'll really get excited watching him whack his whopper, darling."
"I'm already excited," Cinnamon said.
Kathleen put her hand on Cinnamon's knee and ran it up the inside of her firm ebony thigh.
Cinnamon looked at Kathleen's hand, then at Josh and smiled. She liked the feel of Kathleen's hand on her tingly flesh, and the sight of Josh pulling on his long dick. Her pussy was leaking like a sieve, and she knew he could see how wet the lips were. She shivered slightly and opened her legs wider, giving Kathleen easier access to her goodies.
"Your cock looks so good, Josh," Cinnamon said softly. "Pull it a little faster."
Josh nodded and stroked his dick faster. He didn't know which one, but he was going to fuck one of these women or die trying.
Kathleen eased one long, delicate finger up and down Cinnamon's wet slit. Cinnamon jerked and trembled all over with desire. She jerked harder when Kathleen's finger touched her clit.
"Oh!" Cinnamon moaned, leaning back against Kathleen's firm tits, surrendering to her lusty feelings.
"Beautiful pussy," Josh said quietly.
"Do you like to watch Kathleen play with it?" Cinnamon asked.
"You know it, baby," he replied.
"Put your feet up on the couch and open your legs real wide so he has a good view of everything," Kathleen said.
She tickled the fingers of her left hand through the crisp black curls covering the prominent mound and eased the middle finger of her right hand up and down the hot slot. Her finger went lower, went into Cinnamon's wet hole, then scooted back up to the hard bud of sensitive flesh peeking from under its hood.
"Oh, man," Josh breathed, "this is fantastic."
Cinnamon stared at his hard cock, her breath coming faster as Kathleen's finger wiggled on top of her clit. "Oh, Kathleen, you make my clit feel so good," she murmured.
"You know that I like to make you feel good, darling," Kathleen replied.
Her finger moved faster over the tender clit, her touch light and pleasing. Cinnamon sighed deeply and hunched her hips. Kathleen caught Cinnamon's clit between two fingers, working both of them fast, with the same feathery touch. She looked over Cinnamon's shoulder at Josh and grinned. He was pulling his pud hard enough to yank it out by the roots.
"Cum for me, darling. Show Josh how hard you can cum. The harder you cum, the more you squirt. He's waiting for your show, darling."
"Oh, Kathleen!" Cinnamon whimpered as her orgasm came closer to the surface. "Oh, darling, it's getting close! I'm almost there! Oh, yes, it feels so good!"
"Yes, darling," Kathleen crooned. "Let it come out. Let it feel good. I like to make your pussy feel good."
Cinnamon groaned with pleasure and lifted her ass way up off Kathleen's thighs. "Yes!" she hissed. "Ah, ah, oh, yes, it's here!"
Her body jerked in hard spasms. Kathleen concentrated on keeping her fingers moving at the same steady pace. What had gotten her girlfriend this far was the best way to bring her to full orgasm. Cinnamon relaxed momentarily, letting her ass drop back to Kathleen's thighs. Kathleen continued to finger her clit, and Cinnamon shuddered deeply.
"Oh, yes!" Cinnamon howled, her voice rising to a crescendo as her orgasm rose in intensity. She thrust her ass back in the air as the orgasm deepened and tore through her pussy. "Oh, my God, yes! I'm cumming! I don't want to ever stop cumming!"
Cinnamon fell back to Kathleen's lap, breathing hard. Kathleen kept her finger on her clit, barely touching it as Cinnamon shivered several times and licked her dry lips.
CHAPTER FIVE
"There, now," Kathleen whispered, "didn't that feel good?" She took her hand from Cinnamon's slit and put her fingers in her mouth, tasting her girlfriend's pussy juice. "Mmmmmm, you taste good, better than the finest champagne."
Cinnamon looked at Josh and smiled seductively. His cock looked so good. Sliding a hand down her belly, she slipped a finger into the top of her crack and toyed with her clit.
"Josh, come here and lick her pussy," Kathleen said. "Repay her for her lascivious show." She enticed him by spreading the lips of Cinnamon's pussy wide.
Josh fell on his knees between Kathleen's legs, in front of Cinnamon. He saw Kathleen's auburn-haired pussy peeking out from under Cinnamon's brown ass and wondered if he dared stick his finger in it. He might blow the whole deal if he did.
He put his hands on Cinnamon's knees and pushed them further apart. "I want to look at you. Open your pussy wider so I can see all of it."
Kathleen moved her hands and Cinnamon replaced them with hers. Her fingers clutched at her cunt lips, spreading them open, exposing the inner flesh and her erect clit to his hungry eyes.
"It's pink inside, just like a vanilla pussy," she giggled.
Josh stared into her gaping gash. His neglected organ tingled. "It's beautiful. So delicate, so tender, so pink and tasty-looking."
With a deep moaning sigh, Cinnamon slid a finger into her seam and moved it rhythmically up and down the succulent gash. Her hips moved in answering rhythm. "Now, Josh! Eat my pussy!"
His tongue shot out and slashed into her wet, pink slit.
"Aaahhh!" Cinnamon moaned loudly. Her body jerked as a sharp tremor passed through her, as if she had been struck by lightning.
Josh made obscene gobbling noises as he feasted on her swollen quim. His tongue delved into her juice-drenched hole as she held the throbbing lips open for him. His hands wandered up over her trembling flesh, up over the voluptuous curve of her hips, past the narrow gracefulness of her waist, and onto the rich brown globes of her heaving tits.
Cinnamon screamed, nearly insane with ecstasy. His hands worked skillfully at her tits, clutching, squeezing, and tantalizing them, drawing her nipples into hard, passionate peaks. Her head tossed wildly from side to side in a frenzy of emotion. His tongue centered on the rosy bud of her love button, flicking and fluttering relentlessly, driving her passion to new heights.
His fingers closed around both of her nipples, pinching and pulling at them just hard enough to make the two big brown teats rock-hard. Every third or fourth lick into her twat, he took the whole luscious mass of her furry box into his mouth and sucked it, drinking her copious juices in voracious gulps.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes," Cinnamon chanted. "Suck me, suck me! Suck my cunt inside out! Swallow it! Eat it all up! Oh, fuck, I don't care! Just suck my cunt!" She thrust her burning slit into his face as hard as she could and twisted her ass violently.
Her lust raced out of control, building inside her like a menacing Rocky Mountain thunderstorm, seething and boiling at the very core of her being until she thought it would tear her apart. Her body burned with desire, quivering and tingling, alternately feeling hopelessly weak, then fantastically strong. She swiveled her foxy, elegant ass around and around, directing the angle of his tongue as he lapped her furry furrow.
She smeared her snatch over his mouth with an almost demonic fury, utterly absorbed in her own pleasure. Her breath came so fast, so hard, she sounded like a leaky steam engine grinding up a long grade. Her plump, round ass cheeks skidded around on Kathleen's thighs.
Josh took his hands off her tits and peered up her body to watch them heave up and down with every breath she took. He snaked a hand under her ass and touched Kathleen's pussy.
"Don't get carried away," Kathleen warned him.
He put his hands on Cinnamon's hips and held on tight as he stuck his tongue back in her wildly gyrating snatch.
"Oh, Josh, baby, how wonderful!" Cinnamon wailed. "Oh, baby, how you're doing me! Oh! Oh! I can't stand it! Make it lastforever, baby! If you lick me one more time, I'll go crazy! Don't stop, baby! Suck my cunt dry!"
Josh applied his tongue to the pulsating flesh of her joy buzzer with increased vigor. His tongue vibrated faster and faster, goading her into an explosion, wanting her never to forget the first time he ate her pussy.
She screamed, writhing and bouncing disorderly, nearly out of control. The searing power of her climax blew her cunt apart and wracked her senses with nearly intolerable rapture.
His relentless tongue continued its torrid pace, coaxing every tiny measure of erotic ecstasy from her trembling body. At last, her hips ceased their frantic movements. Small aftershocks of passion quaked through her.
She shoved him onto his back and fell on top of him. She stabbed her tongue into his mouth and kissed him deeply and then licked her juice from his mouth.
Kathleen slid off the couch and knelt by Josh. She held his cock in both hands and shook it. "Do you want to ride this magnificent thing, darling?" she asked Cinnamon.
"Oh, yeah!" Cinnamon exclaimed.
"Show him how well you suck cock, then take a nice ride on it."
"Why can't I fuck both of you?" Josh asked, not wanting to believe what Kathleen had told him.
"Don't push your luck," Kathleen replied. "Besides, after she gets through with you, you won't be able to fuck again until tomorrow, at the earliest." Not that you have to worry it, she thought. Carole is probably fucking some other guy right now.
"Don't you get jealous when she fucks a man?"
"Why should I? She gives me what I want. Her body belongs to her, not to me. She can do as she pleases with it. Maybe if more men were aware of that fact, there wouldn't be so many lesbians in the world."
"I think I could change your mind," Josh insisted, unable to resist the urge to keep trying. He couldn't imagine any woman, especially one as feminine as Kathleen, preferring another woman to him.
"Be happy that you're going to get this big thing in one of us instead of being sent home without any pussy," Kathleen replied. "You get vanilla pussy all the time. Try some chocolate for a change."
Josh's heart pounded with lascivious anticipation. He reached out and grasped Cinnamon's abundant, dangling tit mounds as she knelt by his hip. She trailed her soft, damp lips from his shoulder down his chest. Her hands skimmed along his sides with feathery touches. His cock swelled, painfully hard, throbbing strongly as heavenly sensations flowed through him.
The tip of her tongue fluttered over one of his nipples, then her lips covered it and she sucked. One delicate hand glided down his stomach and into his groin. His muscles tightened convulsively and a deep groan rumbled from his chest as she caressed his hard cock with feathery fingertips.
"God, that feels good," he murmured.
"I like to suck and fuck, Josh," she whispered. "I'm a good cocksucker."
"Show me."
Her supple lips and the tip of her tongue skimmed down his body, leaving a fiery path on his skin. She wrapped her dainty fist around his cock and stroked it slowly. He groaned again, deeper this time. His thighs trembled. His cock twitched. His breath came in shallow, hoarse pants.
He watched as she hovered over his cock and held the swollen, shiny crown tenderly between her palms. Her soft lips touched the bloated knob. Her pink tongue slithered out and circled the crown, creating an almost unbearable feeling. He lifted his hips and thrust his cock at her mouth.
She pushed him back down. "Let me do it my way, baby. If you shove that big thing down my throat, you'll choke me."
She opened her mouth wide, lowered her head, and began swallowing his stiff rod. It slid into her throat steadily, going in further and further, taking him by surprise. His wife never swallowed more than half of it-the few times she sucked it at all.
Cinnamon's humid, loving mouth on his cock made his excitement soar. His breathing changed to ragged gasps. She held the base of his stem with both hands and lowered her head until the tip of his prick touched the back of her throat. She swallowed hard, and let it go a little deeper.
"My God!" he gasped. "No one's ever swallowed that much of my cock!"
Cinnamon lifted her head and grinned. "I told you. I'm a good cocksucker."
"God, girl, you got that right!"
His body quivered and jerked as she swallowed his prick again. She sucked and bobbed her head up and down and hummed. All at the same time! Saliva dribbled down his shaft. She sucked noisily as her head bounced faster. Watching the foxy young black woman fuck herself in the mouth with his cock magnified the sensations flowing through his body. His hips began to move in rhythm with the bobbing of her head.
Cinnamon abruptly lifted her head and straightened up on her knees. "Now, we fuck," she said, her voice hoarse with passion.
Kathleen grabbed Josh's prick and held it upright. "Here you are, darling," she said to Cinnamon. "Climb on and take a good ride."
Cinnamon straddled Josh's hips and held the lips of her pussy wide open so the big knob of his cock wouldn't turn her outside in. Then she eased her ass down. The head went part of the way in, stretching her as she'd never been stretched before. She paused, already feeling fully stuffed.
"Oh, wow," she muttered, "I've never sat on one this big."
Kathleen released the thick shaft and moved her hand to the top of Cinnamon's slit. She rubbed her clit and helped her relax enough for the remainder of the monster prick to bore through the brown lips and into her tight love tunnel.
"Damn, my pussy is so full!" Cinnamon moaned. "I don't know if I can move. I don't know if I dare move!"
"Sure you can, darling. Just take it easy. Before you know it, all those good feelings will start and you'll be able to take all of it with no trouble."
"God, he's big! You should try it."
"You know better than that, darling," Kathleen said, continuing to play her game. "You can do me, and show Josh that you lick clit as well as you suck cock."
"Oh, yes, I'd like that!"
Kathleen crawled up by Josh's head. She winked, tousled his hair, gave him a dazzling smile. She stood and straddled him with her pussy in Cinnamon's face. Smiling seductively, she rubbed her hand over the top and back of Cinnamon's head.
Josh looked up, directly into Kathleen's sexy blonde crotch as Cinnamon's tongue dived into her pussy. She buried her mouth in Kathleen's pussy and started licking her clit.
Cinnamon made Josh forget what she was doing to her girlfriend's pussy. She bounced up and down vigorously, raising herself, keeping just the head of his cock between the lips of her pussy. Then she slammed back down, taking his full length back inside her clenching cunt.
Josh put his hands on the mounds of brown tit flesh bobbing on Cinnamon's chest and squeezed. He was more turned on than he thought. He wanted to hold out long enough for Cinnamon to give herself a good fucking. That wasn't what happened.
Cinnamon felt his cock swell, signaling his impending explosion. She concentrated on getting herself off. Her cunt clamped tight an instant before Josh came, just enough time for her to start climaxing, letting his spurt of hot cream push her on up to the top of her orgasmic peak.
Kathleen held Cinnamon's mouth to her pussy, her head back, her eyes closed, letting herself go.
Cinnamon's tongue was all she needed to reach an orgasm. She huffed and puffed and wailed as Cinnamon's tongue brought her off.
Josh's prick stayed hard for a while after he shot his wad. Cinnamon continued to ride it, savoring the feel of the big organ. She withdrew her head from Kathleen's crotch and looked at Josh.
"There, that should hold you for a while. At least you won't have to go home with blue balls."
"Thank you very much." He caressed Cinnamon's tender tits, then ran his hands down her body, resting them on her hips. "I hate for it to end so soon. You're so tight. I'm sorry I couldn't hold out longer."
"The first time isn't always that good," Kathleen said. "Maybe next time, you'll probably last longer."
"Does that mean there'll be a next time."
"We'll see. Depends."
"On what?"
"Oh, things. Don't push. Get dressed, and I'll drive you home."
"I don't even know your name," he said.
Kathleen gave him another dazzling smile. "Kathleen, and don't ever call me Kathy."
"Why didn't you fuck him?" Cinnamon asked as she and Kathleen were getting into bed. "You would love his big cock."
"You needed it more than I did, dear. A regular supply of cock is necessary to balance our woman-to-woman thing. I don't want you to get so hooked on sucking pussy that you forget what a good cock is like."
"Oh, don't worry!" Cinnamon laughed. "I won't ever let that happen." Her hands were busy on Kathleen's sexy body, arousing the auburn-haired beauty, getting her in the mood to make love before they went to sleep. "Billy Joe reamed me good night before last, front and back. I still think you should have fucked Josh."
"Not yet, darling. I have some special plans for him and his horny wife."
"How do you know she's horny? He said she doesn't like sex anymore."
"He thinks she doesn't like sex anymore," Kathleen said. "I went out to the roadhouse night before last, while you were out with Billy Joe. Carole was there, letting a traveling salesman feel her up. She left with him, and I'm pretty sure she fucked him. I've had him a couple of times, and I know he wouldn't have left with her unless he was sure of getting in her pants."
"Oh-ho, another of those situations," Cinnamon said. "Bored wife finds her fun with strange men. Did you find somebody to give you a little fun?"
"Yeah, the Carter brothers. I had them one at a time, then both together."
"Good for you. What plans do you have for Josh and Carole?"
"I'm going to invite her over for coffee and a get-acquainted visit. We'll seduce her and show her how much fun she can have licking pussy. Then we're going to have a little party and make her the star of the show. I want to see Josh's face when he watches her lick pussy, then get fucked by a whole bunch of men. I'll teach him to spy on me and take pictures without my permission."
"Oh, that's priceless," Cinnamon said. "I love a good orgy."
"You love any kind of orgy!" Kathleen laughed.
"He'll get to fuck some of the girls, won't he?"
"Oh, yes, including me. You know that, when it comes right down to it, I can't resist a big cock. I just have to teach him a lesson first."
"What are you going to do with the film you took away from him?"
"Have it developed. If the pictures are any good, I'll autograph one and send it to him."
"Make it one where you were jacking off. He'll like that."
"Did you cum well with him?"
"Yeah, but it could have been better. Something seemed to be missing. Everything happened so fast, it was over almost as soon it started."
"Well, once he learns his lesson, we can have a lot of fun sharing him and his wife. He's got just about the biggest cock I've ever seen-ever! I had to struggle with myself to keep from devouring him."
"Well, I just hope he doesn't get discouraged and give up on us. Right now, though, I'm the one who wants you."
"He'll be back," Kathleen said confidently. "Let's do a 69, shall we?"
CHAPTER SIX
Kathleen stood on the front porch and waited until Carole's car stopped. Then she walked to the car and held out her hand.
"Hi, Carole, I'm glad you could make it."
Carole shook Kathleen's hand and smiled brightly. "Well, as you said on the phone, we ought to get to know each other since we're neighbors."
"Come on, I'll give you a walking tour of the main ranch area. If you're up to it, we can ride out in the pasture and look at the stock. I have a gentle mare that won't run away with you."
"Honey, I have to hang onto a carousel horse," Carole laughed. "I'll settle for the walking tour. What I know about horses, you could write on your fingernail. I'm a city girl."
"If you're interested, I give riding lessons. Some of my best students are former city slickers."
"You know, you're not at all what I expected," Carole said.
"Oh, what did you expect? An ugly old crone with bowlegs?" r
"No, I knew you were beautiful. Josh said he met you several days ago when he was out hiking. He thinks you're a lesbian. Don't ask me why, I have no idea."
"Does he usually make snap judgments?"
"like a lot of men, he thinks what he thinks. He doesn't always have a reason."
Kathleen stopped and looked directly at Carole. "But you came anyway."
"Well, let's say I have an adventurous soul. Besides, I saw you with two men at the roadhouse the other night. A lesbian wouldn't be with one man, let alone two. I've never had two men at the same time. How is it?"
"Terrific. You should try it sometime. Have you ever done it with a woman?"
"Only in my fantasies," Carole replied. "Maybe that's why I came. Maybe I thought you might be a lesbian."
"What about the two men at the roadhouse?"
"Well, I didn't see you leave with them. Maybe you were just there for a drink, and you let them hit on you just for fun."
Kathleen's heart beat a little faster. Damn, seducing her is going to be easier than I expected, she thought. "Let's go in the house. I'll introduce you to Cinnamon, and we'll have coffee."
Kathleen surreptitiously unbuttoned the top three buttons on her shirt as they walked to the house. Her heavy tits swayed enticingly, alternately hiding and peeking through the opening. She kissed Cinnamon's lips tenderly.
"Darling, this is Carole Baker, our new neighbor."
The kiss told Carole that something was up. She hoped it was what she thought.
Cinnamon's shirt was unbuttoned all the way to her navel, revealing an abundance of captivating cleavage. Her jeans clung tightly to her voluptuous body, emphasizing every luxurious curve to perfection. "Hello, Carole," she said. "Coffee's ready." She took Carole's hand and walked her to the living room.
Chills of heavenly anticipation raced up and down Carole's spine. Her nerves fluttered and her heart pounded like jungle drums as she sat on the couch by the sexy young black woman. "I hope I don't embarrass you, but I just have to say it," she said. "You're beautiful."
Cinnamon winked and smiled. "Any woman who doesn't like a compliment isn't a real woman. When a man pays a girl a compliment, he probably just wants to get in her pants. When one girl pays another girl a compliment, she probably means it."
Carole crossed her legs and her skirt rode up, showing most of her thigh. "I mean it," she said.
Cinnamon exaggerated her wink this time and smiled brighter. "Do you want to get in my pants?"
"I don't think I could," Carole said drolly. "You're slimmer and lot more curvy than I am." She openly stared down the front of Kathleen's shirt when she bent over to pour and serve the coffee. "I'm getting a little middle-age spread."
"Big, aren't they?" Kathleen said, smiling. She took her cup of coffee and sat on the other side of Carole. "I don't think you're getting middle-age spread. You look pretty good to me."
"To me, too," Cinnamon agreed.
"Who said that youth is wasted on the young?" Kathleen said. "Experience has to count for something."
"I don't have any experience with this," Carole said.
"With what?" Kathleen asked innocently.
Carole looked at Cinnamon, then at Kathleen. "You two are lovers, aren't you?"
Cinnamon put her hand on Carole's knee. "Does that bother you?"
Carole stared at the dainty brown hand a moment before answering. She was having trouble breathing. "No, I think it's interesting, exciting actually." She looked at Kathleen. "Was Josh right? Are you a lesbian?"
"Neither of us is a lesbian, dear," Kathleen replied.
"Then you both must be bi," Carole said.
"Show me a cock, and I'll show you how quickly I go both ways," Cinnamon laughed.
"I don't think I've ever met a bisexual woman," Carole said.
"Oh, you probably have," Kathleen said. "There are more of us than you might think."
Carole sipped her coffee. She didn't know what to say. She wanted one of them to make a move on her, but she couldn't say so. She felt uncomfortable with the extended silence.
"What's it like?" she said. "To kiss another woman, I mean."
"Do you really want to know?" Cinnamon asked, her interest obvious.
"Yes," Carole said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Cinnamon put her hand on Carole's cheek and turned the blonde's head toward her. She kissed her tenderly, with soft lips and no tongue.
Carole put her hand on Cinnamon's cheek and caressed it lightly. "Mmmmmm," she murmured.
"Did you like it?" Cinnamon asked.
"Yes," Carole whispered nervously.
"Want to do it again? A real kiss this time, with tongue and everything."
Carole nodded without speaking. She was afraid to trust her voice. Her insides were shaking like a leaf, and her pussy felt like a wad of goo.
Cinnamon spread her fingers and slid her hand up behind Carole's head, through her hair, and kissed her again. She tapped the blonde's lips with the tip of her tongue. After the briefest hesitation, Carole parted her lips and let the tongue enter her mouth. To her great surprise, she liked the softness of Cinnamon's lips and the tenderness of her tongue. She returned the kiss with slowly building passion. Cinnamon teased Carole's tongue with her own and lured it into her mouth. She sucked Carole's tongue tenderly for a few moments, then broke the kiss. She didn't want to get too aggressive yet. She put her hands back on Carole's cheeks and looked into her bright blue eyes.
"Did you like it?" she asked Carole with a sweet smile.
"Yeah," Carole said very softly.
"So did I. You kiss me this time, and show me how you like to be kissed."
Very slowly, Carole put her hands on Cinnamon's cheeks and kissed her. Her lips came alive and she boldly thrust her tongue into Cinnamon's mouth. She got even bolder and let her hand flutter lightly, quickly, over the black woman's left tit. Cinnamon pulled her shirt open, baring her big brown tits.
Carole broke the kiss and sat up very straight. Her face was flushed bright pink, a sign of sexual agitation, not embarrassment. She stared at Cinnamon's bare tits with wide-eyed wonder.
"Oh, my," she muttered breathlessly. "Look at you. They're beautiful."
"Thank you," Cinnamon said. "You can touch them if you want."
Carole's hands came up slowly and settled on Cinnamon's tits. She shivered and said, "Oooooo." She ran her hands all over the big melons, exploring every inch of the pliable flesh. She watched with enchantment as the nipples swelled and lengthened.
Kathleen took off her shirt. Very gently, she reached around Carole, unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it out of her skirt. She unfastened the blonde's bra and pushed it up.
Carole didn't bat an eye. She looked at her tits, then Cinnamon's. "Mine are smaller than yours," she said.
"Only a little," Cinnamon said. "They're very pretty. I love big nipples like yours." She leaned over and kissed each one.
Carole pinched Cinnamon's nipples and sighed deep in her chest.
"Look at Kathleen's tits," Cinnamon said. "They're a little bigger than mine."
Carole leaned back and Kathleen turned to face her. Her eyes darted back and forth from brown tits to white tits. She cupped one of each and caressed them tenderly. "They're so beautiful," she said softly. "So warm and firm. I like to touch them."
"We like for you to touch them," Kathleen said. She fondled one of Carole's tits.
"May I call them tits?" Carole asked. "That sounds so much more descriptive, considering the circumstances."
Cinnamon fondled Carole's other tit. "That's what we call them," she chuckled.
Kathleen's lips closed over one of Carole's long nipples and sucked delicately. Carole threw her head back, closed her eyes and moaned with rapture.
Cinnamon licked her other nipple, then sucked it between her soft lips. She put her hand under the blonde's skirt, on her mound. Carole spontaneously parted her thighs, both in submission to Cinnamon and her own lusty desire. She extended her middle finger and rubbed the blonde's clit. Kathleen and Cinnamon sucked the blonde's tits, and Cinnamon masturbated her clit lightly. They thought Carole was going to pull their nipples off. Cinnamon rubbed her clit faster.
Suddenly Carole began jerking and moaning. Her hands went wild and she literally mauled their tits. She dragged Kathleen's mouth up from her tit and kissed her with more passion than she'd felt in years.
Carole's orgasm was quick and sharp. Reluctant to break their kiss, she pulled her mouth away slowly, leaving her tongue in Kathleen's mouth as long as possible. She sighed deeply and shivered.
"We're going to do it to each other, aren't we?" Carole said.
"We can hardly wait to have you," Cinnamon replied, her voice quivering with excitement.
"Can women really fuck each other?"
Kathleen chuckled with amusement. "You're in the hands of experts, darling. We're going to teach you everything you need to know about fucking girls."
Cinnamon undressed Carole, kissing her body all over as she bared it. When she dropped to her knees and kissed Carole's mound, the suddenly licentious, horny blonde moaned deep in her throat.
Cinnamon stood, shucked off her boots and pushed her jeans down. She stepped out of them and posed for Carole, displaying her body proudly. She cupped and caressed her tits. "I get hot just looking at you, Carole. We're going to have a loads of fun with each other. Do you like my body?"
"Yes," Carole said softly, her mouth dry, her throat constricted by tension.
Cinnamon pulled Carole to her feet and hugged her. The feel of their tits rubbing together made Carole's blood roar through her body like a runaway freight train. Kathleen stood and undressed, then unfastened Carole's skirt and pushed her panties down. She stood behind Carole and pressed her tits into the blonde's back, and Carole nearly fainted with excitement.
Cinnamon put her hands under Carole's ass and cupped her buttocks. She pulled Carole's groin tightly against her own. Carole put her arms around Cinnamon's neck and mashed their naked bodies together. They swayed and wiggled against each other, rubbing pussies and tits, eroticism building, cunts filling rapidly with slick warm secretions.
"Did you like it when Cinnamon jacked you off?" Kathleen asked. "Watching her play with a pussy always makes my motor race."
"Watching anybody do anything sexual makes your motor race," Cinnamon giggled.
"Do you really like men?" Carole asked Kathleen.
"In general, yes," Kathleen replied. "I don't like men or women who play games. Guys who fuck a woman, then try to stake their claim piss me off. And I've learned through bitter experience to avoid women who don't like men. They criticize the way men act, then act the same way. I hold the deed to this gold mine, and I don't intend to even grant a lease, let alone transfer it. But I digress. Did you like it when Cinnamon jacked you off?"
Carole said, "Yes, very much. I've never been touched that way by a woman."
"Do you jack off very often?" Cinnamon asked.
"Yes, quite a bit," Carole admitted. "I like to cum."
"Don't we all!" Kathleen laughed. "What's your favorite jack off fantasy?"
Carole actually blushed. "Getting fucked by a black man with a giant cock," she said quietly.
"Interesting," Kathleen mused. She and Cinnamon exchanged significant looks over Carole's shoulder. That fit in perfectly with Kathleen's plan. "Not all black men have giant cocks, but Cinnamon and I know one who does."
"Whatever it takes to prime the pump," Cinnamon said. "Have you ever jacked off in front of anyone?"
Kathleen cut in. "She's asking if you would jack off for us, darling," she said with a mischievous smile.
"I will if you'll teach me how women fuck," Carole replied boldly.
"We were going to do that anyway!" Cinnamon said with a sexy laugh. "But that doesn't mean you shouldn't jack off for us first."
Cinnamon kissed Carole, her lips soft, yet demanding, her tongue delicate, yet stimulating, the overall effect tranquil, yet stirring. Carole shivered as a heavenly twinge spread from her crotch to her tits. Sticky juice soaked her sweltering crack. She wanted so badly to cum, to get herself off while Kathleen and Cinnamon watched. She stabbed her tongue into Cinnamon's mouth with impetuous urgency. Kathleen fondled her firm tits, pinched and pulled her long nipples, and she moaned into Cinnamon's mouth.
Cinnamon broke the kiss and said, "You sit in that big chair, and Kathleen and I will sit on the couch and watch you."
Carole gave Kathleen and Cinnamon a bright smile and sat in the overstuffed chair. "I've never done anything so kinky," she said with a nervous laugh.
"like beauty, kinky is in the eye of the beholder," Kathleen said. Just wait, girl. You don't know what kinky is. When I get through with you and your husband, you 'll never be the same!
Carole put her feet on the edge of the chair cushion and anchored the heels of her shoes. She let her knees fall apart, exposing her pussy. She put both hands between her shapely thighs, looked at her honey-blonde bush and patted the thick thatch of soft curls.
"Lot of cunt hair for a blonde," she murmured.
"We like it," Kathleen said.
"Uramm, I'm glad," Carole murmured. "Some women shave their mounds, but I don't think my pussy would look right without hair."
She let her mind drift into a groove of lecherous thoughts and called up her favorite fantasy. Her breathing became shallow and her clit quivered. She spread her lips and looked at her clit. It looked like a little pink pea, less than half the size it could be-would be in a few minutes, after she played with it. It would also get much more sensitive as it grew. She liked it when it got real big, and so sensitive she could barely stand to touch it. She slid her ass forward to the edge of the chair so she could use both hands on her stimulated flesh. Her fingers delved between the fleshy lips of her pussy.
A knowing look passed between Kathleen and Cinnamon. They had found themselves a truly wanton playmate. Making her the star of an orgy was going to be a blast.
Carole swiveled her head back and forth, staring at the two women with sparkling eyes. Her fingers moved slowly up and down her slippery gash, hesitated briefly over the mouth of her drenched sex tunnel, then two fingers of her left hand plunged into the soggy hole with a loud squish.
The puffy lips of her pussy gaped wide open and her clit stuck out like a sharp spike. She captured the nodule between two fingers of her right hand, sighed and began to wiggle her hand.
"Nice juicy pussy," she murmured out loud, licking her lips. "Going to make it feel so fucking good."
Those were the last words she spoke for a few moments-the last words she could speak! Her climax began with a rush, took her breath away, swamped her with hedonistic enchantment as she frigged her clitoris and finger-fucked herself furiously.
She threw her head back and clenched her eyes as she brought herself off for Kathleen and Cinnamon-not to mention herself!-picturing the salacious sight of a black man with a huge cock, pulling his pud, getting ready to jam it to hilt in her tight little blonde pussy
Kathleen and Cinnamon nodded to each other. They sat on each side of Carole and turned to face her as their hands glided smoothly up the inside of her thighs.
Carole lifted her head and grinned. "Whew, I went off like a rabbit, didn't I?"
"You were beautiful," Cinnamon said. Kathleen leaned over and stuck out her tongue.
Carole giggled and stuck out her tongue. The tips met, wrestled erotically. Then their lush lips touched and fused with tantalizing warmth. Kathleen's fingers skated sensuously over the blonde mound. She plunged her tongue deep into Carole's mouth and cupped her pussy curve.
The softness, the voluptuousness of another woman's mouth amazed Carole. Kathleen's lips were deliciously provocative. She put her hand between Kathleen's shapely legs and caressed her prominent mound-touched another pussy for the first time! Her emotions nearly ran out of control. Her full, pouty lips writhed over Kathleen's as she sucked amorously on her fluttering tongue.
Cinnamon slipped her finger into the top of Carole's sultry seam and lightly teased her clit. Her other hand went to the blonde's tits and tweaked her thick nipples.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Ummmmmm," Carole breathed into Kathleen's mouth.
She spread her legs wider and thrust her cunt up. Her clit tingled and fattened again under Cinnamon's deft finger. She wiggled and hunched as the two women aroused her to a fever pitch.
Cinnamon's own nipples bloated. Her clit got as hard as Carole's, shooting hot thrills up her cunt. This young blonde bunny had all the passion her foxy, luxurious body promised.
"My, my," Cinnamon said softly. "You are a randy little bitch, aren't you?"
"Uhhh-huhhh," Carole agreed happily.
Carole put her other hand between Cinnamon's legs to cup her cunt mound. She trembled and goose bumps sprang up all over her body. She couldn't believe that she was actually touching two pussies at the same time. She sucked harder on Kathleen's tongue and moaned as Cinnamon licked her swollen nipples. Her clit was stinging so sweetly under Cinnamon's clever manipulation.
Carole broke her passionate embrace with Kathleen and looked down at the three pairs of hands fondling and teasing her body, and at Cinnamon's tongue laving her stiff nipples. She had never known the pleasure of such erotic foreplay, such slow arousal. She decided women had a better instinct for romance, for dalliance. They savored and stroked and caressed and fooled around without hurry, taking the time to bring their partner to full readiness, enhancing the anticipation.
Kathleen nibbled Carole's puffy lower lip and whispered, "You should never again hide your sweet little pussy under panties, darling. Leave it uncovered and available."
"Stop wearing these silly harnesses on your tits, too," Cinnamon said. "Let your big nipples show."
Carole gently lifted one of Kathleen's jumbo, swollen tit mounds and affectionately licked the dark pink nipple. "Such beautiful tits," she said softly. She closed her lush lips over the nipple and sucked tenderly. "I love your thick nipples."
"I like to have them fondled and sucked," Kathleen said hoarsely.
"And I'm just the girl to do it!" Carole giggled as she lifted Kathleen's other tit. She rubbed her palms over the nipples, then hefted both tits, as though weighing them. She kissed each nipple. "I understand now why men like to fondle and suck tits."
"Girls who make it with guys and girls are better lovers," Cinnamon said. "They have fewer inhibitions and are more comfortable with their sexuality."
Carole turned her head and licked Cinnamon's nipples. "You must be right. I don't feel inhibited. I feel very comfortable with myself and what I'm doing." She turned back to Kathleen and licked her nipples. "Your nipples are so red," she said won-deringly, full of innocence.
"I rouge them, darling," Kathleen said with a chuckle. "Especially when I know I'm going to fuck. Cinnamon-likes it, and it gives men a charge."
"Were you so sure you were going to fuck me?" Carole said.
"We knew we were going to try damn hard!" Cinnamon laughed.
"You didn't have to try very hard at all," Carole said. "When all is said and done, I'm a pretty easy fuck." She jumped up and posed for them. The heavy flow of savory juice from her pussy made snail tracks down the inside of her thighs. The twin ivory towers of her luscious tits bulged from her chest, her pale pink nipples tumid with rising passion. "Look at me. I'm as wanton as hell, and I love it!"
"You're very sexy, darling," Cinnamon said. "You should never wear any more clothes than the law dictates."
"I like to run around the house naked," Carole said. "I wish I didn't have to wear clothes at all, but the cops would throw me in jail for indecent exposure. All the guys like me naked, though. Of course, they're biased because they like to fuck me."
"So do we!" Cinnamon exclaimed. "I wish my husband still liked to fuck me. He's got a really big cock, and it really sends me when the head rubs my G-spot. I've got a real big one, but Josh has forgotten there is such a thing, let alone where it is. Most of the guys I fuck don't even come close to getting it."
Carole's eroticism, her eagerness, hit Kathleen and Cinnamon in the core of their being.
"We know how to find it," Kathleen said. "We both have big ones, too. Show us all of your body, darling."
Carole undulated and twisted, as though dancing to music only she could heard, as she turned slowly, displaying her body for the full visual effect. Her perfectly shaped ass looked simply adorable. Facing the couch again, she spread her stately legs, put her hands behind her head and executed several coital thrusts. She giggled and sat down between Kathleen and Cinnamon again. She leaned back and spread her legs. The puffy condition of her cunt and her swollen tits said she was ready for some hot fun.
Kathleen and Cinnamon played with her pussy, caressing the fleshy lips, pulling them apart and tickling her slit, teasing her clit, taking turns sticking a couple of fingers up her tight hole and finger-fucking her vigorously.
"Ooooooo!" Carole whined. "Are you going to make me cum this way again?"
"We don't know yet," Kathleen said. "We just like to play with your pretty pussy."
"Are we going to rub our pussies together and get off that way?"
"Do you think that's the only way women can fuck each other?" Cinnamon asked.
"Well, I know women suck each other off, of course," Carole whispered. "Besides that, don't you just finger-fuck each other and rub your pussies together?"
"Oh, my," Cinnamon chuckled. "You are naive, darling."
"Since you already know about sucking pussy, why don't you suck on mine?" Kathleen said. "Show me how you eat pussy."
"I'll do the best I can," Carole said.
"Your best will be good enough," Kathleen replied. "Just eat me the way you like to be eaten."
She slid forward on the couch and spread her legs as the horny little blonde got down on the floor and moved up between her knees. Cinnamon slid over by Kathleen and opened her own legs.
"Open her pussy wide and look at it," Cinnamon said.
Carole smiled. "Oh, this is so kinky, so exciting." She placed one hand on each side of Kathleen's auburn-furred gash and gently peeled the lips apart. She gazed affectionately at the humid slit, fascinated by the construction of the delicate female plumbing.
"Do you like to look at her pussy?" Cinnamon put one hand on Carole's head and tenderly smoothed her hair back.
"Oh, yes, very much," she said softly. "I don't even know what my own pussy looks like."
"Well, unless you're a contortionist, you need a mirror to look at yours," Cinnamon said. "But don't fret. We have plenty of mirrors!"
"Put your fingers in me," Kathleen moaned. The blonde's fingers on her snatch were making her hotter than hell. "Two of them!"
Carole put her index and middle finger together and slid them slowly into Kathleen's slick hole. Kathleen hunched her ass forward to get Carole's fingers all the way up her love channel and contracted her strong muscles around the invading digits.
"Ooo, you're so tight" Carole muttered in amazement. "How do you do that?"
"We'll teach you the proper exercises," Kathleen gasped.
"Riding a hard cock helps," Cinnamon quipped. "Doesn't she have a big clit?"
"Yeah, it looks pretty big to me, but what do I know?"
"Yours is nearly as big as mine, and hers is bigger than both of us," Cinnamon replied. "Kiss it. She-likes that." She applied a slight pressure to the back of the blonde's head, pushing it forward.
Carole stared at the prominent kernel of carnal flesh at the top of the redhead's crevice. She looked up at Kathleen, her eyes glittering with intemperate excitement as she pursed her lips and leaned forward. Her lips touched Kathleen's corpulent clit, opened to surround the hard nubbin with a soft kiss. She had always wondered what it would be like to kiss a pussy, and now she knew! The impact of the beguiling act saturated her senses. She pulled her head back and licked her lips.
"Silly me, I thought only lesbians ate pussy," she said quietly.
Cinnamon said softly, "Just because a girl eats pussy doesn't make her a lesbian. The difference is whether you also like to fuck men."
"Well, I certainly like cock!" Carole exclaimed softly.
"Then there's no problem, is there?" Cinnamon replied.
"None whatsoever!" Carole agreed joyfully. "I like to eat pussy."
This time, instead of kissing Kathleen's big clit, she pumped her fingers in and out of the redhead's soggy hole and licked the entire length of the juicy, hot slit with gusto. She hadn't known quite what to expect, but she liked it instantly, and eagerly returned for seconds. And thirds, and fourths!
Kathleen rewarded the provocative blonde's cunt lapping with a sigh of happiness. Carole licked her slit with fervor and thrust two fingers in and out of her hot hole. Just as she was really getting into her salacious endeavors, Kathleen pushed her head away.
"Make Cinnamon's pussy feel good, darling," Kathleen muttered, fighting to retain her senses. As usual, when anyone ate her out, her passions soared rapidly. She wanted to delay her climax, however. Not only to heighten her own enjoyment, but also to bring the lascivious blonde to the peak of passion before she and Cinnamon introduced her to the delights of dildo fucking.
Cinnamon scooted her ass forward to the edge of the couch. Kathleen lifted Cinnamon's leg and put it over hers and reached up to fondle her tits.
Carole scrambled over and got between Cinnamon's legs. She caressed the inside of Cinnamon's thighs and she gazed raptly at her clit. The large stud stood far out, very prominent even though her lips were still closed. "Good lord!" she gasped softly. "I'm not sure Kathleen's is bigger. I know mine isn't nearly as big." She touched the large lump with the tip of one finger.
Kathleen spread her fingers on each side of Cinnamon's clit and pushed down to make it pop out of its hood. "It looks like a little prick, doesn't it?" she said. "I really like to suck it."
"Ohhh, yes," Cinnamon moaned.
Tenderly, lovingly, Carole spread Cinnamon's black-haired lips, exposing all of her luscious clit. Her breathing became shallow and rapid. She trembled all over with excitement and expectation. "I've never seen one so big," she whispered.
"Have you seen a lot of clits?" Kathleen teased.
Carole laughed, a merry, tinkling sound. "Well, no, you know I haven't."
"Stop talking and lick!" Cinnamon panted.
Carole leaned forward, enveloped the big stud with her lips and sucked gently. Cinnamon's hips writhed sinuously. Carole spent several minutes sucking and licking Cinnamon's clit, then pulled her head back and looked up at Kathleen questioningly.
"Do you want to suck her off, darling?
Carole licked her lips and shivered with excitement as she nodded eagerly. "Yes. I wanted to suck you off, but you pushed me away. I want to see what it's like to make a woman cum."
"When a man eats your pussy, does he lick it all over and fuck you with his tongue?"
"Well, never exactly the way I want."
"Then eat her pussy the way you want yours eaten." Kathleen caressed Carole's head and smiled. "You like the taste of pussy, don't you?"
"Oh, yeah! It's so different! My pussy gets all juicy just thinking about it."
"I know, darling. After you suck Cinnamon off, you can do me, then we'll both do you. Would you like that?"
Carole didn't waste time answering the rhetorical question. Her pussy ached and throbbed and tingled. More juice trickled down the inside of her thighs. She thought she just might cum all by herself. She attacked Cinnamon's pussy without warning, using her tongue and lips furiously, licking and sucking and slurping eagerly.
"Damn!" Cinnamon moaned. "That feels so fucking good, darling. Keep doing it that way."
Carole did, fucking her with a stiff tongue, dragging her tongue up and down the hot, sopping slit, then going after her clit again, using her lips to apply a soft suction as she vibrated her tongue on the sensitive button.
Cinnamon put her legs over Carole's shoulders and her hands behind the blonde's head. She hung on for dear life and bucked and hunched her cunt into Carole's mouth. In mere moments, her passions spiked, and her climax came with a lightning bolt of sensation. Her thighs tightened around Carole's head. She pulled the woman's mouth into her gaping cunt and screamed her pleasure as Carole mauled her clit and sucked with a vengeance.
When Cinnamon's legs relaxed and slipped off her shoulders, Carole moved between Kathleen's legs and gave the her pussy the same loving treatment. She was really into eating pussy now. She compared the taste of one pussy to the other, found each similar, yet different.
Carole finished Kathleen off, then sat back on her heels, licking her lips and grinning from ear to ear.
"Lie down on your back, darling," Cinnamon said. She slipped off the couch and crawled over to the blonde.
Kathleen joined Cinnamon. They each lifted one of Carole's legs and pushed it way out to the side, spreading her crotch wide open. They lowered their heads together, and their tongues moved in unison as they licked along the sides of the blonde's simmering snatch.
"Oh, wow!" Carole gasped. "What a fantastic feeling!"
The sensation became even more mind-boggling when the two women licked her sensual clit bud at the same time. With their cheeks mashed together, they licked her crotch all over, one licking up and down the inside of her slit while the other licked around the outside, then swapping places, covering the entire hairy area with their saliva. Then they captured her quivering clitoris between the tips of their tongues and wiggled them furiously.
Carole bucked and writhed so much, she almost got away. Cinnamon wrapped her arm around one thigh and Kathleen wrapped her arm around the other one to hold her down. They held her legs wide apart, giving them room to keep their heads close together in the fertile vee and double-tongued her clit until she started cumming.
Cinnamon shoved two fingers up Carole's cunt and thrust them in and out. Kathleen stuck one finger in Carole's ass and duplicated Cinnamon's thrusting action. Their tongues continued their tender oral sweep.
Carole had always been a screamer, but her past was no prediction of the present. Her screech reverberated off the walls. Her orgasm was deeper and stronger than anything she had ever experienced. It seemed that half of an eternity passed before her climax eased off and she could take a deep breath.
"God damn!" she wheezed. "I've never felt anything so wonderful. I thought one tongue in my pussy was great. What you two did was fabulous!" Kathleen kissed Carole, then moved aside so Cinnamon could kiss her, giving the horny blonde a taste of her own pussy from their lips. Their hands wandered over the front of her body, then cupped her tits and gently kneaded them.
"If you think that was good, you'll really go wild when Cinnamon fucks you," Kathleen said. "Let's go to the bedroom. This carpet is tearing up my knees."
"This is like our own private orgy," Carole said.
"A mini-orgy, darling," Kathleen replied. "Just wait until we invite you to the real thing."
"How long do I have to wait?" Carole asked eagerly.
"Not very long," Cinnamon laughed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kathleen led them into the bedroom and turned around. She put her hands on Carole's shoulders, leaned down and licked the young woman's pretty pink nipples. The buds stretched to full erectness almost immediately. She straightened up, looked at Carole's tits, and laughed softly.
"Your nipples sure are responsive," Kathleen said.
"So is my clit!" Carole giggled. "It's already tingling."
"Well, let's see if we can help it along." Kathleen cupped her own large mounds in her hands and rubbed her full, hard nipples across Carole's, bringing a deep moaning sigh from the blonde. "There's nothing like hard nipples rubbing together."
"Oh, I can think of several things as good," Cinnamon said. "How about clits rubbing together? Or a hard nipple rubbing a clit?"
"Oh, let's do it all!" Carole exclaimed.
Kathleen laughed sexily. "Oh, never fear, darling.
We will." She kissed the tip of Carole's nose, then her lips. "We're going to get you well-broken in, then make you the star of an orgy."
Carole's eyes got big. "Really? You're not just teasing me?"
"We're not teasing you, darling," Cinnamon assured her.
"Can I have two men at the same time?" Carole asked eagerly. "I've never done that."
"Do you want to be the middle of a sex sandwich with a cock in your pussy and ass, or one in your pussy and one in your mouth?" Kathleen asked, grinning mischievously. She noted that Carole didn't say a word about her husband, probably assuming he wouldn't be there. Well, she had other ideas!
"Gee, I never thought about it," Carole said. "I just assumed one in my mouth and one in my pussy. I don't think I can take one in my ass and my pussy at the same time. I've never had anything but a finger in my ass."
Kathleen smoothed Carole's blonde hair, then caressed both of her cheeks. "Darling, don't rule anything out. An orgy has a way of making you do things you never thought you could." She smiled brightly. "You would be surprised how much encouragement, not to mention all-out cooperation and enthusiastic agreement, you'll give to whoever wants to fuck you. You'll get to play and experiment and do anything your little heart desires. If you can't think of anything, I sure can!"
"Oh, I can think of loads of kinky things I want to do!" Carole exclaimed. She ran her hands over Kathleen's jumbo tits, then slid her hands under the heavy mounds and hefted them. "Your tits are so lovely. I love to suck your big nipples."
Suddenly, she began to suckle greedily on the redhead's bloated, thick nipples. The robust suction, coupled with her flicking tongue sent an acute thrill shooting through Kathleen.
"Let's get on the bed, darling," she said, gently pushing Carole's head back.
Carole turned quickly, took two steps, and rolled into the middle of the bed on her back. Saturated with passion and eager anticipation, she watched Kathleen's tits swing and sway as she crawled on the bed.
Carole trembled as Kathleen's fervent gaze pored over her voluptuous body. Kathleen's seductive eyes came to rest on the thick tangle of blonde hair covering the fertile mound between the blonde's shapely thighs.
"Such a beautiful, lustrous blonde bush. Cinnamon and I are going to make you feel better than you've ever felt in your life," Kathleen said quietly.
"I already feel that way," Carole whispered. "I had no idea getting it on with girls could be so much fun."
Kathleen opened the drawer in the bed table and took out a mink mitten. Slipping it on her hand, she slowly, provocatively caressed Carole's tits. Carole shivered and gasped. Goose bumps suddenly sprang up all over her body. Her nipples got harder, puckering into taut peaks, pointing straight at the ceiling. Kathleen made slow, sensuous spirals on the blonde's tits. Carole moaned and rubbed her satiny thighs together. Her face flushed, turned pink with excitement. Her large, bright blue eyes glistened with passion.
Kathleen let the mink mitten skim lightly across Carole's tummy and around her bellybutton. Carole's eyes glazed with erotic excitement. Kathleen kissed her, long and hard, and thrust her tongue urgently into the blonde's mouth. She let her hand drift lower and nudged Carole's thighs apart.
Kathleen ran her hand down the inside of one thigh, back to Carole's crotch and gently rubbed the tangle of hair and puffy lips, then down the inside of the other thigh. When her hand reached Carole's snatch again, she gasped in mock surprise.
"Why, darling, I do declare. You pussy is soaked, and the lips are standing wide open!"
"God, Kathleen, what do you expect? You've got me so fucking turned on! What are you using on me anyway?"
"A mink mitten, darling. Do you like it?"
"like it? It feels extraordinary! I want to cum so badly it hurts! Where did you get a mink mitten?"
"Oh, one of those erotic catalogs that come in the mail."
"Boy, you must be on some exotic mailing lists!"
"Yes, well, Cinnamon and I have sent for a few little toys now and then. We'll introduce you to some of them later."
"Ummm, sounds interesting. Now, would you get back to the business at hand? Your hand, specifically. I really do need to cum."
"Soon, darling, soon. When you're really ready. Just be patient."
Carole answered Kathleen's comment with a loud groan that said she would wait if she had to, but her pussy was anything but patient.
Kathleen stretched out by Carole and her mouth dropped to the blonde's tits. She covered the quaking mounds with hot kisses, then her supple lips fastened onto one turgid nipple. Her tongue flicked out and teased the pulsing pink point as she rubbed the mink mitten over Carole's blood-gorged cunt lips. Carole gasped and shivered from the sensuous contact.
Cinnamon sat near Carole's head, playing with her own pussy as she raptly watched Kathleen tantalize the blonde. Longing to join them, she held her ardor in check until Kathleen brought Carole to the peak of passion. She knew from past experience the wait would be amply rewarding.
"Oh, God, Kathleen!" Carole moaned. "I love what you're doing to me! My cunt is on fire!" She rarely said cunt, thought it too gross. That she did now was a clear sign to her that she had crossed the line into the glorious world of bisexuality.
"Let it burn, darling. You're just about ready."
Kathleen continued to electrify Carole's pussy with the mink mitten as she stuck out her tongue and licked the velvety skin between the blonde's tits. She went lower, licking a gleaming line from Carole's chest to her flat, taut tummy. She dipped her tongue into Carole's bellybutton a few times, then moved further down and rubbed her face through the dense blonde muff.
She tossed the mitten aside, lay between the blonde's parted thighs and stretched out on her stomach. She gazed amorously into the wide open, inviting cunt lips directly in front of her face. She pressed her mouth deep into the succulent cleft with a soft moan.
Cinnamon took Carole's hands and put them on her own chest. "Play with your lovely tits while she eats your sweet pussy, darling."
Carole gasped and moaned. She groped her tits and hunched her twat into Kathleen's mouth, afraid the redhead wouldn't finish what she had started. But Kathleen had only just begun.
Her pointed pink tongue slithered between her moist red lips. She ran the tip along the puffy lips of Carole's snatch, licked the outer, plump lips until they were soaked with saliva, then stuck her tongue back into Carole's gash and spread a mixture of saliva and pussy juice all over the blonde's crotch. She pressed the satin-smooth flesh on the inside of Carole's thighs to her cheeks and dipped her tongue into the slick well of Carole's cunt.
Carole flexed her legs, drew her knees up and writhed and moaned out loud.
Kathleen raised her head and said, "She's ready."
Carole rolled her head to the side and saw Cinnamon standing next to the bed. With a cock! A big, gorgeous, life-like, black cock sticking straight out from her mound. She had never seen a dildo, much less one strapped onto a beautiful woman, but she recognized it instantly.
"Oh, Cinnamon, you look so fucking sexy with a cock!" Carole said.
"Fucking is the operative word, darling."
Kathleen crawled out of the way and Cinnamon knelt between Carole's beautiful legs, the huge dildo pointing straight at the blonde's dripping snatch.
Carole lifted her head and looked at Cinnamon's cock. "Give it to me, darling," she whispered. "Fuck me good."
Kathleen glued her mouth to Carole's as her hand slid down the blonde's belly. She snaked a finger into her crack and massaged her clit as Cinnamon moved forward and aimed the head of the tool at her tender love hole. Cinnamon parted the wet blonde hair over the tight hole with the tip of her cock and pushed. The broad head rolled the puffy lips of
Carole's pussy inward as it drove into her humid twat.
"Your pussy is so tight and slick," Cinnamon murmured. "You really are a hot little bitch. Nearly as hot as I am. Is my cock as big as your husband's?" She knew it was, but couldn't tell Carole how she knew.
The provocative question jolted Carole. She knew she couldn't attend an orgy without her husband. If Cinnamon and Kathleen arranged for her to be the star of an orgy, surely they wouldn't just sit around and watch her fuck her head off with the men they provided. She would have to bring Josh along for them to fuck. The notion that they could invite enough men for themselves didn't occur to her. The thought of fucking in front of her husband, and watching him fuck these lusty women, threw her into a tizzy of wild emotions. She tore her mouth away from Kathleen's.
"His cock is huge," she gasped. She took a deep breath and let it out with a whoosh. "Oh, God, Cinnamon, fuck me!" she wailed. "Shove your big cock in me and fuck me hard!"
"Going to fuck you so hard your teeth will rattle," Cinnamon replied.
About six inches of the thick vinyl cock slipped into Carole's saturated sheath. Kathleen leaned over and rubbed her hard nipples against Carole's as Cinnamon slipped the other three inches of her cock into her pulsating pussy.
Carole threw her ass off the bed and rotated it in wonderful, cunt-stretching circles as Cinnamon fucked her with robust strokes. The head of her cock rubbed Carole's G-spot as the stem flew in and out of the blonde-haired cunt in a black blur. Carole's juice flowed like a river, keeping her tight twat and Cinnamon's cock well lubricated.
Kathleen rose and threw one leg over Carole's chest. She settled her ass on Carole's tits, then moved slowly forward and covered the blonde's nose and mouth with her succulent quim. She rocked her hips, spreading her juice all over Carole's face. Carole's dainty hands swept up to fondle the redhead's firm ass cheeks as her tongue speared between the puffy pussy lips and into Kathleen's hot box.
"Ahhh, that's the way, darling. Suck my cunt! Lick my clit. I want to cum toooooo!"
Carole's tongue wiggled and danced in Kathleen's pussy in concert with Cinnamon's cock gliding forcefully in and out of her own pussy. The three raunchy women quickly established a coordinated rhythm that brought joy to all. The base of the big fake cock rubbed against Cinnamon's clit as she thrust in and out of Carole. Moans and groans from Kathleen and Cinnamon, and muffled snuffling from Carole, filled the air, along with the strong smell of overheated cunt.
Carole relished the taste of pussy. Her tongue worked lickety-split, lashing Kathleen's oversized clit and slurping up the delectable sex sap that flowed freely from her love hole.
Kathleen rocked and rolled, rubbing her liquefied twat all over Carole's face. The blonde's tongue felt marvelous on her clit, brought her so close to a climax that it almost hurt.
With increasingly insistent strokes of her dynamic tongue, Carole greedily delved into Kathleen's gaping lower lips. Kathleen's moans became deeper, matching Carole's muffled moans and Cinnamon's salacious grunts. Cinnamon fucked the blonde's feverish cunt harder, adding her own salacious grunts and groans, giving Carole intense pleasure and getting equal pleasure from the base of the dildo rubbing her fiery clit.
Kathleen slid her hands under Carole's head and pulled her mouth tighter to her snatch. "Ooohhh, Carole, darling, your tongue feels so fucking good!" she crooned. "You eat pussy so well! I love the way you're licking my clit!"
In response to the redhead's lavish, licentious praise, Carole increased the lustiness and swiftness of her oral caresses. She felt Kathleen's thighs begin to tremble against her cheeks, and knew she would soon bring her to a shattering climax. She wanted to give the redhead the utmost pleasure, wanted Kathleen's love juice to inundate her mouth and tongue so she could savor the fruits of her oral labor. Sensations of ecstatic enchantment tore through her body, both from the enjoyment of eating Kathleen's exquisite cunt and the delight of Cinnamon's vinyl prick plundering her pussy.
Cinnamon fucked Carole with consummate skill. She pulled back, sliding the long shaft of her cock nearly out of the blonde's red-hot hole.. .screwed it around and around several times.. .gradually shoved it back into her tight channel.. .wiggled and twisted some more, then pulled back and repeated the tactic.
Carole changed from licking Kathleen's slit and sucked impetuously on her clit, drawing the large erect kernel between her pouty lips and darting her tongue over and around the sensitive stud. Kathleen's silky thighs locked tightly around Carole's head and she moaned with increased fervor.
Carole's impassioned oral action drove Kathleen into the throes of a ferocious orgasm. She ground her torrid twat into the blonde's face as she bucked and writhed and twisted. The gigantic shudders running through the randy redhead made her oblivious that she nearly smothered her licker.
Carole bounced her ass up and down in rhythm with Cinnamon's furious fucking as she noshed on Kathleen's pussy. Cinnamon rammed her cock in and out of Carole's boiling snatch harder and faster. On the third stroke, Carole's orgasm started, her screams of pleasure muffled by Kathleen's pussy.
Carole's bucking and jerking and twisting brought Cinnamon off. Carole's orgasm raged furiously, tightening her cunt. Cinnamon lost her ability to fuck as her own climax washed over her. She held her cock to the hilt in the blonde and merely wiggled.
Kathleen fell off Carole's face and lay down by her. Carole turned her head to the side and they kissed, lovingly, tenderly, lingeringly.
"Oh, fuck," Carole whispered. "I came so hard, I thought I was going to come apart."
Cinnamon leaned over and kissed Carole. "Thank you for a good fuck, darling. You are just as good as I thought you would be."
"Thank you, darling. You really got me good."
Cinnamon unstrapped the dildo and lay down on the other side of Carole. They lay on their back, resting, savoring the afterglow of their wonderful climax.
After a few minutes, Carole started idly playing with their nipples.
"You know you're asking for something, don't you?" Cinnamon whispered.
Carole giggled. "I just wanted to get your attention. I want to fuck both of you. Then we're going to rub pussies."
"Can't very well fuck both of us at the same time, darling," Kathleen said lazily.
'Then I'll start with you." She rose to her knees and picked up the dildo. "Cinnamon, show me how to put this thing on."
"I'm too lazy to move," Cinnamon replied. "You can figure it out."
Carole studied the harness as she turned it around and around, then strapped it on. She looked at Kathleen and grinned. "Ready or not, darling, here I come!"
"I'm ready, baby!" Kathleen laughed. "Come get a piece of this fine pussy."
CHAPTER NINE
As she did every day, Carole studied herself in the full-length mirror, looking for unsightly fat deposits, cellulite, as they were also called. She didn't care what they were called. She hated them.
She thought that her mouth was too large and spoiled her face. On the plus side, she had really full, luscious lips. Josh called her mouth sensuous, fuckable. Well, he used to. She couldn't remember the last time he fucked it. Tonight, she intended to correct that terrible oversight!
The rest of her well-tanned body readily passed muster. At twenty-eight, her large melon-shaped breasts showed no sign of sagging, in spite of their size. Her clear blue eyes danced with the joy of life. Her five-foot-three frame easily supported her 125 pounds.
Ignoring the scare-mongers who warned about the danger of the sun, she slathered on the sunscreen and let Old Sol caress her entire, naked body a few minutes most every day. She looked like a beach bunny, with her blonde hair and bronze skin, even though the nearest beach was hundreds of mile away. After each time in the sun, she used loads of skin conditioner. The conditioner, along with her good genes, kept her skin as soft as silk.
Grinning mischievously, she teased the long thicket of hair along her slit between two fingers, coaxing it into greater fullness. She wet the tip of one index finger and rubbed her nipples until the large buds expanded and stood up proudly.
The frustration of a boring marriage overshadowed the twinkle, the vitality, in her eyes for a while. Only when she started fucking other men did the zing, the love of life, return. Even her flings with others had begun to bore her. Then she met Kathleen and Cinnamon, and her whole world changed.
As satisfied as possible, given the quality of the raw material, she fixed a tall Black Jack and water for Josh. She took a few sips while waiting for him to come out of the darkroom and notice that she was still alive and kicking.
Tonight, for the first time in months, she would greet him dressed in a very provocative manner, with his favorite highball in her hand. She hoped he took the hint and did something about the itch between her legs.
Josh came out of the darkroom, took one look at Carole, and did a double take. Her bright red bra with holes for her long nipples, crotchless red panties and red sandals with spike heels and straps that wound over her trim ankles and around her well-turned calves made his cock tingle. Her kinky, titillating outfit, her cat-that-ate-the-canary grin and the drink in her hand were an explicit statement of something, but he wasn't quite sure what.
"I always did like you in fuck-me shoes," he said. He took the glass and drank nearly half of the potent liquid. "What's going on?"
"Do I really have to draw you a picture?" she asked coyly, giving him a come-hither look.
He looked at the jumble of the blonde hair showing through the slit in her panties. His eyes wandered up her body slowly, savoring the beautiful sight. They settled on her long, thick nipples protruding through the holes in the center of her bra. He lifted one eyebrow, silently questioning the reason for the unexpected greeting.
Carole shrugged and answered his unspoken question. "I want you. It's been so long, Josh, too long. You haven't forgotten how to make love to your wife, have you?"
He caught her veiled admonisliment, knew he would start a fight if he mentioned it. Only a damn fool would fight with a woman dressed that way and openly inviting him to fuck her. Even if she was his wife. He stepped closer and ran his fuck finger through her slit. With the tip of his finger hovering lightly on her clit, he kissed each of her nipples, felt them swell.
She unzipped his pants and dug out his cock.
She stroked it slowly and tilted her head for another kiss. She gently jerked his dick and he tenderly toyed with her clit as they kissed. She broke the kiss and took a step back, breathing hard, a sparkle of carnal joy lighting up her eyes. T fixed your bath."
"You know that I take showers," he replied.
"Tonight, you're going to take a bath." Holding his cock like a handle, she led him to the bathroom. She undressed him, pausing occasionally in her work to either fondle or kiss his cock. She put him in the tub and handed him his drink. "Humor me. Relax while I hang up your clothes. Then I'll bathe you."
Entirely convinced that his wife no longer had any interest in sex, her unusual behavior puzzled him. People seldom change unless something important happens. He wondered what catalyst had got her interested in his cock again. He wanted to know, but didn't ask and break whatever spell she was under.
Pussy was pussy, after all, and he hadn't had any in several days. Willing women weren't nearly as plentiful in the sticks as they had been in the city. He could probably go back to Cinnamon for an encore, but Kathleen would be there and dealing with the frustration of wanting something he couldn't have didn't thrill him.
Carole returned and, without a word of explanation, scrubbed him with a rough loofah until his skin tingled. She washed his balls and cock with soapy hands, manipulating his cock until it got hard. Which, as usual, didn't take long.
She grinned as she slowly, lovingly, jacked him, using both hands, one above the other. She held his shaft erect with her left hand, made a ring with forefinger and thumb of her right hand and slipped it over the extra large, bare knob. She twisted her hand with an exaggerated movement while sliding it up and down on just his cockhead. She glanced at him covertly from the corner of her eye to confirm his pleasure.
"I can barely reach around the head of your cock," she whispered. "I can feel the throbbing of your pulse in it. Hard to believe a hunk of meat can get so hard from just filling with blood. And what a lovely hunk of meat it is."
He humped his ass gently, shoving his prick through the ring of her forefinger and thumb. "You're full of surprises tonight."
"You ain't seen nothing yet!" She giggled lewdly.
He didn't giggle. He moaned. Her soapy fingers around the second most sensitive spot on his body nearly drove him to distraction.
"I've always liked your cock, darling," she continued. "The first time I saw it, I told myself that I was a very lucky woman." She alternated between tightening and loosening the ring of her fingers as she stimulated the head of his cock.
Josh grunted. Craving radiated from the head of his cock, flooded his entire body. He couldn't remember the last time she'd played with his cock. Obviously, she intended to fuck him, or she wouldn't be wearing such a captivating outfit and behaving so seductively. Pronto, he hoped. He couldn't hold his cum back much longer.
Carole wrapped her whole hand around his cockhead and made a loose fist, and cupped his balls in her left hand. She rolled the delicate orbs gently, knowing that, if she wished, she could reduce him to a babbling idiot simply by squeezing hard. For a few moments, she rotated and pumped her hand on just the bare knob.
"God, baby!" he moaned. "That feels good!"
"Thought you might like it," she whispered in reply.
"I love it!" he exclaimed, half under his breath as rapture threatened to take away his voice.
"Want me to jack you off and relieve the pressure?" she asked quietly, staring at his stiff rod.
"Looks like you've got matters well in hand," he gasped.
"What I've got in hand is one great hunk of meat," she said with a giggle.
"What are we going to do later?"
"Oh, a little of this and a little of that," she said ambiguously. "Porterhouse steaks and salad for dinner. When we need sustenance." She squeezed his shaft and gazed amorously at the big head.
"When we fuck and your big knob rubs my G-spot, I nearly lose my mind." She nearly slipped and said that other men seldom did that to her. "It works best when you fuck me from behind. I love it when I get on my hands and knees and take it that way."
"You haven't talked to me this way in years," he said. He bit his tongue to keep from asking why she was doing so now.
Carole bit her tongue to keep from saying she hadn't had the chance to talk to him this way in years. "Your cock fits my pussy perfectly and feels just fabulous in my hand. I have a little trouble getting my mouth around it." She looked at him and snickered. "And don't tell me that my mouth is so big, I shouldn't."
"I like your mouth," he replied. "I don't think it's too big."
"Not for sucking big cocks, anyway," she said.
"You really are different tonight."
She knew what he was thinking, the question he wanted to ask and didn't dare. She would have to keep his mind on sex so he wouldn't press too hard, at least until she was ready to tell him. She had to find out something first.
Strange how my attitude has changed since fucking Kathleen and Cinnamon, she thought, staring at her hand sliding around the head of his cock. Wonder what my darling husband would think if he knew? Maybe I'll tell him. But only after I know what kind of reaction to expect.
She stuck out the middle finger of her left hand and tickled the space between his balls and his ass-hole. Her right hand moved faster, going up and down the full length of his impressive, pulsating shaft.
"You can cum any time, darling," she murmured softly. "I want to watch your juice spurt out of your cock."
Although he welcomed it, he didn't need her approval. He had reached the point where only a bullet in the brain would shut off his orgasm. Even if she stopped jacking him, he would still cum.
He grunted, a raucous sound that started in the bottom of his stomach and poured from his mouth. An instant later, cum poured from his cock. His grunts became loud moans, almost yells of joy. She pumped his cock steadily, with the same rhythm that brought him to this point.
"Ooohhh, darling, look at the cum fly!" she exclaimed in a hoarse whisper. "Oooooo, I love it! My God, there must a gallon of the stuff. Just look at it!"
He couldn't look. His cock had swelled to gargantuan proportions, pulled his eyelids down and held them so tight that his eyes wouldn't open. His body wouldn't stop jerking and thrashing. Every muscle in his body felt as tight as a bow string. Every nerve jangled. Water splashed out of the tub with as much force as the cum squirting from his cock.
Carole jacked him faster, twisting her hand around the shaft as it went up and down. She loosened her grip on the upstroke and tightened it on the downstroke. When her hand reached the end of his cock, her palm passed over the tip, capturing some of his sticky essence. She spread the slick fluid along his shaft as he hand went down, adding his cum to the soap, making his prick more slippery.
She pulled and squeezed and twisted his cock until she drained it dry. Toward the end of his ecstasy, he pried his eyes open and watched his wife squeeze the last drop of cum from his cock. His eyes darted back and forth between his cock and her face, noting her passionate look and dreamy, half-closed eyes
"There," she said sweetly, "how was that?"
"Outstanding!" he exulted. "I didn't know that jacking off could feel so good."
"Well, I'm sure it doesn't when you do it yourself. I know that your finger on my clit feels so much better than mine. Now, stand up and I'll rinse you."
"If my legs will work!" he said with a joyous guffaw. "They feel like jelly. You sure handled my cock well. I didn't know I had so much cum in me."
"You'd better have a lot more where that came from!" she teased, chuckling erotically.
She rinsed him, helped him out of the tub, and dried him. Uncharacteristically, she tossed the wet towel on the floor and took his hand. She led him into the living room. When she left the bathroom to hang up his clothes, she detoured into the living room. A large sheepskin rug lay in front of the couch, and a bottle of champagne sat in a cooler close at hand.
"My, my, you went all out." He kissed his wife and patted her foxy ass. "Whatever you intend to do."
"Lie down on your stomach."
"Come on, baby, tell me what this is all about."
"I'm going to give you a massage. With warm oil. All over your hunky body. Toes and fingers and everything!"
"Hmmmmmm, that sound's exciting. My cock, too?"
"Don't worry about your cock, darling. I'll take good care of it." She beamed and flicked her tongue quickly in and out of his mouth as she kissed him on the lips.
"Where did you get this rug and that sexy outfit?"
"Oh, I went shopping. Now, do you want to talk or do?"
Josh's mama didn't raise any fools. He grinned and lay down. "Whooo, this rug feels absolutely decadent."
Carole reached under him and pulled his cock and balls back between his legs so she could look at them while she worked.
"Don't lie on those precious things, darling," she said. "You might crush them and then they wouldn't help either of us."
She began at his feet and massaged his toes one at a time, using a liberal amount of oil. He lay quietly, but sparks of fervor jogged through his body and brain.
She poured oil over his feet and massaged them. She oiled his left leg and massaged it, paying attention to the muscles in the back of his calf and the back of his thigh. She stopped just short of his left buttock and went to work on his right leg.
Enjoyment made him almost forget the carnal nature of the massage. When she poured oil over the cheeks of his ass and kneaded them, the sparks of fervor ran a little faster. She parted his buttocks and drizzled oil down the crevice, and the sparks shot through him.
Josh lifted his head and looked back over his shoulder at her. She grinned like a naughty little imp and ran the tip of her finger along the crack of his ass. She looked into his eyes and eased the tip of her finger inside his ass-hole, and he nearly levitated off the rug.
"Oh, you like that, do you?" she teased in a throaty whisper.
Josh only grunted. She caught him by surprise because she had never touched his ass-hole before, let alone stuck her finger in it. She enhanced the odd sensation by pushing her finger in further. He stayed on the rug, but he sucked in his breath sharply.
Carole chuckled and played with his ass-hole a couple of minutes. "Someday, I might get up enough nerve to let you stick your big cock up my ass. It will probably split me wide open. Have your ever thought about fucking me in the ass?"
"Yeah, a few times," he said.
She withdrew her finger from his ass and resumed her massage. She diligently massaged his shoulders and neck, nearly putting him to sleep before moving down his arms. She repeated the toe massage on his fingers.
She patted his ass and said, "Turn over, so I can do your front."
She started at his feet again and worked her way up to his chest, deliberately skipping his cock. He sprawled on the rug with his eyes closed, thoroughly relaxed, enjoying both the sensuous sensation of the sheepskin and the massage.
She got between his legs, leaned over and licked his cock. His body convulsed as though thousands of volts of electricity had shot through him. He lifted his head and looked at his wife.
"You're very imaginative tonight," he said. "More so than I remember."
"You have a short memory," she quipped.
As soon as she said it, she realized that she shouldn't have. She quickly licked his cock again to divert him and take the sting out of her rebuke. It worked. He pushed himself up on his elbows so he could watch her.
She licked until his cock rose to its full glory. Her hands played lightly over his cock and balls, feathery touches that made him tremble. "Gorgeous cock, she crooned, her voice soft and soothing. "So big and beautiful. And your balls are so full again. You need to cum badly, don't you?"
"Yeah," he wheezed, looking down at his lovely blonde wife, surrendering to her.
Her tongue slithered between her lush lips, stretching way out, reminding him of a giraffe's tongue. He knew that wasn't a flattering metaphor, but couldn't think of a better one at the moment. The tip swiped across the head of his prick, and he shuddered. She cupped his balls in her left hand, letting the hard, sensitive spheres rest in her soft, warm palm. She closed her right hand around his stiff, pulsing shaft. Her tongue curled around the head of his cock, hot and wet on the nerve-filled knob.
Josh liked to watch a woman lick on his bone. That it was his foxy wife doing so heightened his pleasure. Heat of sexual passion permeated to the very core of his being. Even the marrow in his bones tingled. She hadn't said she would suck him off, but she obviously intended to. He hoped so. She was a better cocksucker than he remembered, and her hot mouth felt wonderful.
He suddenly realized how much fun he had been missing by ignoring her. He couldn't bring himself to admit that it was at least partly his fault. He had to spend a lot of time with his photography. How else could he give her the lifestyle she liked, and loads of money to spend?
She slid her tongue along the underside of his tool, from the head to the base and back up again. She opened her mouth wide with her tongue fully extended, and lowered her head so slowly, it looked as if she was moving in slow motion. He arched his hips and shoved his cock at her.
She chuckled and wiggled the tip of her tongue over his cockhead. Then she let his prick slide slowly over her soft, sexy lips into her mouth until the tip of her extended tongue touched the base of his cock.
He sighed deeply and quaked all over. She had never loved his cock with such consummate skill.
She drew her tongue back into her mouth deliberately, provocatively, sliding it along the bottom of his shaft. Once again, her tongue curled around the head, laving it tenderly, coating it with warm saliva. She held it in her mouth and loved it without applying any suction.
He groaned out loud, and she chuckled again. The vibrations from her vocal cords lashed his cockhead. He groaned louder. She lifted her head and looked at him with a devilish twinkle in her eyes.
"You like getting your cock sucked, don't you?" Her tongue flashed out and laved the tip of his organ.
"You got that right!"
"Do you like to suck pussy as much as you like getting blown?"
"Never thought about it. I like to suck pussy."
Her tongue made another swipe at his cock, going from the base to the head along the underside. She gripped his shaft tightly with her hand just below the knob. Her tongue went into motion, licking only the bare head, periodically curling all the way around it. She licked it up and down, went all the way around it, twisting his cock and turning her head so she covered every inch of the tender flesh.
His cock got so hard, it almost hurt. The head swelled bigger than he could remember, so full that pangs of lust shot through it. He wished she would hurry and take it into her mouth.
She moved her hand up and down as she licked. She gripped the knob loosely in her fist and spent several long, agonizing minutes licking the shaft. She gripped the shaft just behind the head again and dribbled saliva on the naked knob. She stroked, slipping her hand up around the head, then going all the way to the base.
"Playing with your cock is fun," she said softly. "Am I making it feel good? I really want to, you know."
"Fuck, yes!" Josh exclaimed. "You're very good. Your hands are so soft and your mouth is fantastic."
She felt no urgency to let him cum. She was determined to give him as much pleasure as she knew how. She closed her left fist around the bare cockhead. She squeezed gently while jacking him with her right hand. "Does that feel good?"
"God damn, woman!" he yelped.
"Then you should really like this." She replaced her left hand with her mouth.
He gasped with delight as her hot mouth covered his cockhead, her lips closing tightly around the shaft just below the knob. "God!" he croaked.
She lifted her head and grinned. "Hang on, baby," she cooed. "I've only just begun making your cock feel good."
To prove her point, she engulfed his prick.
Slowly, very deliberately, her head moved down. More and more of his cock disappeared into her mouth. He felt the radical difference when the head of his aching prick passed into her throat. He couldn't help thinking of Cinnamon, of the way she swallowed his rod. He didn't remember that his wife sucked cock just as well.
Carole swallowed nearly all of his meat, then paused a moment, holding his cockhead just inside her throat, then tightened the muscles in her throat, applying exquisite pressure on the knob.
He thought she was going to pull the end of his prick off and swallow it! The anticipation was only slightly less intolerable than the pressure of the knot of cum building in his balls.
She stopped sucking, held the head in her throat and gripped his shaft tightly. She stroked rapidly, moving her hand on the little bit of shaft outside of her mouth, using short strokes, twisting her hand around and around.
His body vibrated like the large string on a bass fiddle. His ass twisted and bucked. He gnashed his teeth. With supreme effort, he kept his eyes open so he could watch his astonishing wife fuck her phenomenal mouth with his cock.
Suddenly, she lifted her head and watched his prick jerk and twitch.
"Carole...?" he mumbled his mind in chaos.
"I just wanted to look at your cock and let you calm down a moment," she said with a sexy chuckle. "Don't you want the pleasure to last a long time? Don't you want to cum in my mouth?"
"Yeah, but I want to fuck you, too! I've already cum once."
"Don't worry, darling. You're going to fuck me. Boy, are you ever going to fuck me! If you don't get it right the first time, you have to do it until you do get it right!"
Before he could collect his thoughts and reply, she wrapped her hand around the shaft again. She took a couple inches of cock back into her mouth. Her mouth and hand moved up and down in perfect harmony. Her mouth became a powerful vacuum pump, applying compelling suction as her hand slid up and down the shaft in a blur, tightening ever so slowly.
His cock erupted with a turbulence that warped his mind even further. Astonishment, awe registered fleetingly on his face, replaced immediately by an expression of sheer ecstasy. His body stiffened, lifting his ass off the rug.
She held her head steady, letting the head of his cock slide into her throat again as his ass jerked upward. She tightened her grip around his throbbing lance and stroked faster, jacking him off rapidly. She reached between his legs with her left hand and fingered his balls, pulled on them gently, and rolled them around.
He bellowed with pleasure. His hot juice poured down her throat in dense gobs. His body strained and flexed and writhed and lurched. His cock squirted profusely.
After an incomprehensible period of nerve-wracking rapture, his ass fell to the sheepskin rug with a loud thud and his body went limp. He wheezed and panted, fighting for breath.
"No.. .more. . .all., .gone...!" he rasped.
Carole lifted her head and looked at her husband's cock. She cleared her throat a couple of times and giggled. "You gave me a lot, but you didn't give me quite all of it."
She grasped the base of his cock with her thumb and forefinger. She squeezed hard as her hand moved up, milking him. One large pearly drop of cum oozed out and stood on the tip of his prick. Her tongue scooped it up.
"Now I've sucked it dry!" She smacked her lips and smiled. "I huffed and I puffed and I blew the man down!"
"God, baby, that was wonderful! What really brought this on? We haven't done anything like this in.. .damn, I don't know how long."
"Don't look a gift cocksucker in the mouth, darling." She planted a sloppy kiss on his mouth and her tongue shot down his throat. "Now, you do me. Show me that you really do like to suck pussy as much you like getting blown. I like to cum on a tongue." She realized too late that she didn't say his tongue.
Aglow with bliss, his mind wasn't working well enough to catch the significance of her statement. Many moons had waxed and waned since he last licked her clit. Getting his cock sucked so wonderfully had focused his full attention on her mouth and his cock. Now, he could think only of the total satisfaction she gave him, and on eating her pussy as well as she sucked his cock.
She sat on the couch so she could watch him lick her. She liked the feel of the sheepskin rug on her bare ass, but knew she couldn't support herself when she started cumming. She leaned back and scooted her ass forward to put her crotch at the front edge of the cushion.
Josh got on his knees between his wife's superb legs and kissed her on the mouth. His tongue flashed into her mouth. Her tongue met his with equal zest. She pushed him back and stared into his eyes.
"I love you, darling," she whispered. "Always remember that."
He buried his face in the curve of her shoulder and licked her neck, and she shivered with delight.
"Suck my tits," she mumbled. "Play with me the way I played with you."
His lips hovered over her nipples like a butterfly, barely touching each bloated bud of flesh as they fluttered lightly on the very tip of each point.
"Chew on them, baby," she whispered. "Be gentle, but bite them." Sparks of carnal pleasure ripped through her. Her tits swelled even more. Her hard nipples felt as if they might burst.
He surrounded one areola with his lips and tickled the hard morsel with the tip of his tongue. She squirmed with elation. She put her hands behind his head and pressed his face into her tit.
Nursing eagerly, he alternately nipped and licked her rock-hard nipple as his hand wandered down her flat, smooth belly to the thick blonde fleece covering her prominent mound. Her opulent muff rivaled the sheepskin rug for softness.
She moaned softly as his finger parted the meaty folds of flesh protruding from her slit. He switched to her other nipple and rolled her clit under his finger. Her hips churned and humped.
He dragged his wet tongue down her body to her belly button. His pointed tongue darted in and out of the small cavity, and she rewarded him with a series of tiny shivers. He went lower on her elegant body, leaving a trail of wetness across her belly. He paused at the fringe of her abundant blonde bush and rubbed his nose back and forth through the soft curls.
"Put your mouth on my cunt!" she wailed, pushing down on the top of his head.
"You seldom say cunt," he chuckled.
"I'm saying it now!" she panted. "Suck it!"
Disregarding her urgency, he leaned back. He parted the plump lips of her luscious cunt and gazed lustfully at the sumptuous sight. The slit in the wild panties framed her cunt perfectly, added to the overall allure of her pleasure garden.
"Your pussy is so pretty," he said softly. "I love the way your inner lips stick out. And your clit is so big." '
His deliberate dawdling had driven her to the edge of sanity. The overwhelming ache in her cunt made her head swim. She had to cum soon, or she would go crazy!
"Lick it!" she begged desperately. "Oh, darling, don't tease me this way! Lick my cunt!"
He thoroughly enjoyed teasing his wife. The greater her need when he finally brought her off, the harder she would cum. He wished she squirted, like Cinnamon, so he could lick her juice from her thighs. His tongue danced over her hard clit, scarcely touching it.
"Ohhhhh, fuck, baby!" she whimpered. She dug in the heels of her sexy sandals, levered her ass off the couch and pulled on his head, burying his mouth in her succulent quim.
His tongue shot out and licked the full length of her suffering, saturated slit.
"Ooohhh, yessssss!" she moaned. "Lick it! Lick my clit! Suck my cunt! Make me cum!" Her head rolled from side to side on the back of the couch. Her ass humped and twisted.
His lips cupped her swollen love button, and he tongued and sucked it tenderly. His rapidly moving tongue flicked lickety-split, with just the right pressure. Her moans grew louder as the flames of frenzy licked at the borders of her brain. His licking was pure torture, but torture of the most exquisite kind.
"Oh, baby! Oh, darling! Oh, yessssss!" she bawled softly.
Her hips settled into a rhythmic rocking. She slapped her hands on her tits and kneaded the throbbing mounds. She twisted and pulled her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers until they pulsed with delicious torment. The electric shocks from Josh's tongue on her clit inundated her with exhilaration. She barreled toward orgasm. The cheeks of her ass lifted higher off the couch with each energetic lunge.
He cut his eyes up, looked over her rippling belly at her busy fingers working her taut areolae, and licked with more gusto. Her pussy literally flowed, pouring out more warm, savory sauce, indicating that her sex thermostat had hit the top of the scale. He couldn't remember her ever being wetter, more impassioned. Driving his tongue way into her quaking cunt, he lapped up her intoxicating joy juice.
Carole's ass lunged up and down and gyrated wildly. Josh had trouble keeping his mouth on her sultry snatch. Her orgasm was so intense, it drew her vocal cords too tight to speak. But she could scream, which she did as loud as possible.
Her climax built to a crescendo along with her screams. When she stopped cumming and regained some semblance of awareness, she was lying on the floor, and he was still between her legs, licking her pussy.
"Oh, darling!" she whispered hoarsely. "No more, please. No more. You'll drive me out of my mind."
He slid up beside her and took her in his arms. They lay quietly, enjoying the intimacy. She mentally compared the way her husband ate her pussy with the way Kathleen and Cinnamon ate her out. She had to give the edge to the girls, but by only a very slight margin.
"Penny for your thoughts," Josh said.
Lost in her private reverie, Carole almost jumped out of her skin. She nearly answered him, came far too close for comfort, before comprehending the perilous harm that would do to their relationship. She took a deep breath and composed herself before responding.
"Oh, just thinking about how well you eat pussy," she answered half-truthfully. "How about dinner? Are you hungry?"
"Famished!"
"Well, if I can get my legs to work, I'll see what I can do about that."
"I better get my robe," he said.
"Why? I'm going to stay the way I am. At least I don't have your cum running down my legs."
"I would feel funny eating like this," he insisted.
She made a face at him and went into the kitchen.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Dinner was a simple affair, broiled steaks, a big green salad, wine and crusty French bread.
Josh ate the steak and bread and drank the wine. He eyed her all through dinner, trying to figure out what was so different about her. He knew something was, but couldn't put his finger on it.
Carole smiled every time she caught him looking at her tits. She added to the sexy teasing by playing with her nipples, pretending that she didn't know he was watching. She thought about fingering her pussy, but decided he couldn't see what she was doing, and that was the whole idea.
"So," he said, "what have you been doing with yourself lately?"
"I had coffee with our neighbors day before yesterday."
"Which neighbors?"
"How many do we have?" She caught his dour look and held up her hand. "No, I'm not going to bitch at you again for moving us way out here in the sticks. Kathleen called and invited me over to get acquainted with her and Cinnamon. I know, people in the city don't do that anymore, but it's still quite common out here. Old West hospitality at its best, I guess. Anyway, I like them. We got along very well. I don't agree with you that Kathleen is a lesbian."
"Well, I've been wrong about women before," he laughed. "All the time, in fact. I saw a sweatshirt ad in a catalog the other day that said women should come with instructions. I thought I might buy one."
"You do a lot better than you think, when you put your mind to it. Besides, if you knew everything about women, you would probably find us pretty dull and boring. Why do you think we work so hard at being mysterious?" She leaned over and checked his plate. "Finished? How about a walk in the woods to settle your dinner?"
"I can think of better ways to settle it." He waggled his eyebrows in a pitiful imitation of a lecher.
"I know what you want, you dirty old man! What's that old saying the bachelors use all the time? Something about stuffing and mounting their dates, isn't it? Meaning buy them a nice dinner and then expect them to fuck you as repayment."
"Any objections?"
She smiled coyly, licked her lips seductively, and pushed her chair back. She grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the sheepskin rug in the living room.
"Suppose I fuck you?" she said, pushing his robe off and letting it fall to the floor.
He opened his mouth to reply; stopped when she dropped to her knees in front of him and caught his cock with her mouth. She put her hands behind his knees and pulled, indicating that he should get on the floor. She kept his cock in her mouth, sucking vigorously, while he went to his knees and then onto his back.
She lifted her head and surveyed his erection. "There, that ought to do it," she said cheerfully. She removed the split-crotch panties and cut-our bra. "We'll both enjoy this more without those in the way."
"I'm not prone to argue," he quipped.
She pushed his legs together and straddled them. She grasped his cock, and stroked it as she knee-walked slowly forward. Looking him in the eye and grinning mischievously, she stuck the head of his cock in her slit, against her clit. She twisted her hips in a tight circle, teasing herself with his knob.
"Ummmmmm, I love hard cock," she breathed.
She pushed his shaft back, running the head through her slit. She sank down, taking barely an inch into her wet hole. She lifted her ass and rubbed his cockhead back through her slit to her clitoris. She jerked his cock back, stuck it back in her hole and sat down slowly, very slowly, very leisurely. His lance slid into the wet warmth of her sheath with ease.
"Aaaahhhh, yes, baby, excellent cock. Just heavenly. It fills me so perfectly, stretches my cunt just the way I like. So wonderful." Her cunt swallowed all of his cock and she sighed deeply. "I love to fuck," she said softly, as if talking to herself. She supported herself with her hands on the floor. She tickled his nose with her stiff nipples and fucked him very methodically. "Darling, have you ever watched women make love? I don't mean in those videos you keep hidden in your darkroom and watch on the sly. I mean live, right in front of you."
A vivid image of Kathleen and Cinnamon flashed through his mind. "Once or twice," he replied. "What makes you think I keep porno movies hidden in the darkroom?"
"I think you keep them hidden because you think I would object to you watching them. I just might like to watch them with you."
She slid all the way down, filling herself with his long, throbbing prick. He moaned softly, feeling a wave of pleasure shoot through him. He thrust his crotch up, pumping his cock into her.
She hadn't fully answered his question, but he let it pass. Knowing that she would like to watch them with him gave him a further insight into her. Until tonight, he thought he knew her pretty well.
"You've never told me, did you have a wild bachelor party?" Her ass rose and fell slowly, rhythmically.
"The usual, I guess." He grabbed her ass and dug his fingers into the taut, tender flesh of her buttocks.
"Did you have a girl who jumped out of the cake and then you got her for the night?"
"You sound like you know a lot about bachelor parties." Did she have another surprise for him? One that he might not want to know about?
"Well, I've never been to one, but I read a lot and listen a lot." She rubbed her nipples across his mouth. "Did you get her for the night? Was she a good fuck?"
One of his fingers slipped into the deep crevice between the cheeks of her ass. The tip of his finger touched her puckered, flexing ass-hole. She shivered and corkscrewed her ass gently.
"What is this, twenty questions?" He tried to sound put out. The way she fucked him and her nipples tickling his face made that impossible.
"I might have that many," she laughed. "Tell me."
"I got her. She was okay."
Carole chuckled. "Tell me about her. What was she like? Describe her. You don't have to use names if you don't want to."
"I don't remember her name," he replied. "I do remember that she was a schoolteacher who moonlighted as a dancer to earn extra money. She was working on her Ph.D. She had dark brown hair, and a small body, but her ass and tits were nice sized, and she had good legs."
"Tits and ass and legs are important to you, aren't they?" She didn't wait for him to answer. "Actually, I guess you like what's between a girl's legs more than you like her legs. Go on, tell me the rest."
"She wasn't a ravishing beauty by any means, but she fucked like a wild woman at the drop of a hat and she would drop the hat. She sucked cock very well and came quickly from a good pussy licking, but she preferred fucking."
"Tell me about her pussy," Carole whispered excitedly.
He saw how much his story aroused her and got into the spirit immediately. "She had the thickest bush you ever saw, a mass of brown hair covering her pussy completely. You couldn't even see the lips until you parted the hair. She didn't have protruding lips the way you do."
Carole hunched his cock hard. "What was her clit like? Was it bigger than mine?"
"It practically filled her slit. It looked like a tiny penis when it came out of its hood."
"Oooooo," Carole whimpered. "God, this makes me so fucking hot!" She stared at him, her eyes burning with lust. "Do you get turned on when you watch porno films?"
Her ass began going a little faster. Her fiery sheath slid smoothly up and down on his thick prick. She tightened her cunt muscles when her ass sank down and loosened them when her ass went up.
"Yeah, I guess so," he admitted reluctantly. He didn't remember her having such good control of her cunt muscles.
"How about the scenes where two women make love?" She was determined to keep after him until he answered all of her questions. "Does that turn you on?"
He slid his finger down to her stretched, sultry lips and wet it in her pussy honey. He put the tip of his finger back on her ass-hole and pressed. Her sphincter flexed wildly. He pressed harder and his slick finger popped inside.
"Oooooo," she whimpered. "I like that!" She tightened her cunt muscles and twisted her ass rigorously. "Tell me!" she hissed through clenched teeth.
"How do you know about such scenes in porno films?" he asked, his voice hoarse with emotion.
She took a deep breath and slowed her pace. "I've seen a couple of them. Before I met you. Stop ducking the question."
Much to her chagrin, she found herself fighting a losing battle. His big cock in her pussy and his finger in her ass had her much too close to cumming. She wanted to make it last a long time, both for the sheer pleasure of fucking and until he answered all of her questions. She wasn't sure that she could do either.
"Well, those scenes are like the rest of the movie. All of them just sort of blend together and make a guy horny."
"Uh huh," she mumbled. "Do you like bisexual girls?"
"I don't know any bisexual girls," he replied.
"You know Kathleen and Cinnamon, and I'm pretty sure they're bisexual." She had to shade the truth, or admit that she knew for sure. She wasn't ready to do that, not until she knew how he would react.
"I don't know them that well." He had to shade the truth, or tell her what he did with Kathleen and Cinnamon. He wasn't about to admit that he had fucked another woman. She might suspect it, but he wasn't going to admit it. Ever!
"If you had just met me, and found out that I was bisexual, how would you feel? Would it turn you off? Excite you? Or not make any difference one way or the other?"
"I've never thought about it one way or the other," he lied. "I suppose it might excite me. Are you trying to tell me something?"
"I'm trying to find out how you feel about bisexual women. Kathleen and Cinnamon are our neighbors, and we can't easily avoid them. Besides, I don't want to. As I said, I like them, and I don't want you to be uptight around them."
"I'll be all right around them. Basically, they're nice people."
"What would you say if I told you that I might want to make it with another woman? You know, just once, to see what's it like."
"I don't mind," he said. "You'll have to chose the other girl carefully, in case you don't want do it again. You don't want to get involved with somebody who won't let go."
"Well, I don't think Kathleen and Cinnamon are pushy. It isn't something I want to do solo. I would want you with me, to take care of me afterwards."
A vision of his wife licking Kathleen's pussy flashed into Josh's mind. If Carole licked her pussy, maybe he could somehow coax Kathleen into letting him fuck her. "That would be exciting. Do you think you can set it up?"
Passion was rapidly overtaking her, and Carole didn't have to try to hide her inner smile. "If you want me to, I'll try."
"Go for it," Josh rasped.
Her ass rose and fell faster. He tried to work the finger in her ass in counterpoint to the cadence of her fucking. As she sank down, her pulled his finger back. As she rose, he arched his back to keep his cock in her cunt and plunged his finger into her ass-hole.
"How long can you hold out before you cum?"
"We'll just have to wait and see," he moaned. "The way you use your cunt muscles is fantastic!"
"You like that, huh?" She sat up straight and played with her clit while fucking him. "Do you like to watch me do this?"
"You're really wild tonight. Are you going to jack off?"
"Fucking right, I am!" she moaned.
She shook all over his lap, moaning and panting, bouncing on his prick and strumming her clit. She squealed and came twice. She dropped back over him and kissed him on the cheek and mouth. She stuck her tongue down his throat and then in his ear. She bit the lobe of his ear and made him cry out.
He tried to ignore his paranoia about the change in her attitude and relish the carnal stimulation that seared every part of his body. The sensations became more intense with every gambit she used on his cock. She slipped and slid and jumped on his throbbing rod.
"Do you like the way I'm fucking?" she whispered in his ear, her voice strained with excitement.
"Fantastic, baby," he wheezed. "Fucking fantastic!"
She sat up again, squatted over his loins and increased speed. Her cunt went up and down on his cock, her ass twisted in tight corkscrewing motions. She kept her cunt muscles clamped tight.
He had only to lie there and let her ravage her cunt with his cock. He started to tell her to lighten up because his cock was getting sore. He never got the words out of his mouth.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she screamed. "I'm cumming, baby! Oh, God, am I ever cumming!" Her words became a garbled babble as her orgasm grew in ferocity.
Her pleasure grew steadily wilder, like massive waves thundering on the beach. Passion churned, crashed against her, turned her over and over. Heated ecstasy consumed her.
Each time his cock stabbed her frenzied snatch, his pleasure increased. The agonizing bliss threw off his equilibrium, and he felt lightheaded, like he was on a wild roller coaster ride. But now the sensation focused on the fire in his cock as it plunged in and out of her terribly tight cunt. He barely managed to keep his finger working in her ass-hole.
She screamed louder. She didn't know which was better, his cock plundering her cunt or his nimble finger stuck up her ass. His finger made everything come alive for her, taking the emphasis off her cunt exclusively. She felt her orgasm as a flowing sensation, running all through her body.
She slowed, focused her eyes, and smiled at him. "Oh, baby, that was the very best!" She rolled to the side and got on her hands and knees with her ass stuck up in the air. "Fuck me this way, darling! Do it doggie-fashion."
Josh scrambled to his knees behind Carole. He paused for a moment to let his passion subside. Fortunately, she got off him when she did. A few more of those wild moves would have drained his cock.
He gripped her lush hips and moved closer. She curved her back down, tilting her pussy up. He gazed at her blonde-haired slit as his prick nudged against it. She rocked back at him and his cock slid into her slick, super hot channel. He pulled on her hips and pressed his belly into her firmly rounded buns.
Carole sighed softly, straightened her arms, and pushed her ass back. Josh clung to her flared hips and fucked her with sustained, controlled strokes. She rocked back and forth in perfect harmony with his thrusting lance. Her dangling tits swung back and forth and bounced from side to side.
"Oh, baby, when you fuck me this way, my tits flop all over the place," she moaned. "It feels so fucking good!"
He craned his neck and looked at her tits. "Your tits are too firm to flop," he rasped.
"Do you like to watch them jiggle? Fuck me harder and watch how they shake."
He slammed his cock into her, going to the very bottom with each lunge. His balls swung forward and banged into her nest of abundant, cottony pubic hair every time he drove into her.
She balanced on her left arm and reached back with her right hand to rub her clit. She moaned and shoved her ass back faster, harder. He fucked her full tilt, his teeth clenched, sweat coating his body in a filmy sheen.
"Now!" she screamed.
Her movements became convulsive. She twitched and twisted and bucked so hard that she lost her rhythm. He hung onto her contorting hips and plowed her pussy with turbulent thrusts. He didn't care about rhythm. The profound need to cum blanked out all coherent thought.
Her ass banged into his groin, her body wracked with exertion of her climax. Her furious movements, and her vise-like cunt muscles, brought on his orgasm. He came in deep, pulsating spurts. His cum filled her and flowed back along his shaft and down the crack of her cunt.
He fell onto his side, his body as limp as his cock. She whirled around, grabbed his flaccid prick, and stuffed it into her mouth. Sucking affectionately, she drained the last drop of his elixir.
She raised up and looked at him with a big smile on her face. "Now I have cum running down my legs," she said with a giggle. She gave him a sloppy kiss and snuggled down at his side.
"Let's go to bed, baby," he panted. "I'm bushed."
"I'm the one with the bush," she teased. "And you sure did a great job of beating it."
"If I quit work early tomorrow night, can we do this again?" he asked.
"It will have to be late. Kathleen is having a little get-together tomorrow night, and we're invited."
His spirits fell, his hopes of getting to Kathleen temporarily put on hold. Nothing would happen at a social get-together.
"Well, we don't have to stay late," he said.
"We can leave whenever you want," Carole replied. This time, she did have to hide her inner smile.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Kathleen and Cinnamon greeted Carole with a kiss on the cheek and Josh with a kiss on the mouth. He still thought Kathleen was a lesbian, and her kiss on the mouth surprised him. He looked at his wife quickly, expecting her to object to the intimacy. Instead, Carole smiled, surprising him even more.
"Come in, and I'll introduce you around," Cinnamon said. She stepped between Josh and Carole and took their hands.
There were four other couples, and Josh mumbled greetings to each person as he was introduced. He was terrible with names, and knew he wouldn't remember them five minutes later. He got a drink from the bar and stood at the end of the couch where Carole was sitting, chatting gaily with one of the women. His kind of photography didn't routinely bring him into contact with people, and he felt ill at ease.
He looked for Kathleen or Cinnamon. He was about to say something to Carole when he saw
Kathleen coming across the room toward him. She was wearing white, high-heeled pumps-and nothing else. He froze with his glass halfway to his mouth, unable to do anything but stare. The room fell silent as the others watched to see who Kathleen was going to pick.
Kathleen's head was cocked slightly to the right, and her smile was coquettish. Her long copper hair hung down past her shoulders, swishing against her back. Her elegant tits swayed and bobbed gently. She stopped in front of Josh, put her hands on his cheeks and kissed him fervently, with lots of tongue action.
"Would you like to fuck me and get my party off to a proper start?" she said, her voice deep and full of lust. She looked at Carole. "You don't mind if I fuck your husband, do you?"
Josh looked at Carole.
She returned his look with a steady gaze. "I don't mind at all," she said. "In fact, I want you to fuck him."
He cleared his throat and said, "What is this?"
"An orgy, darling," Kathleen replied. "But it isn't a real party until everybody gets sweaty and sticky. Don't worry about your wife, darling. You're going to get all the pussy you can handle, starting with mine, and she's going to get all the cock she can handle. She's going to be the star of our orgy. We have a little surprise for her, then she's going to fuck every man here, and every girl is going to lick her pussy. Who knows, she might even do a little pussy licking of her own." She unzipped his pants and reached inside to grip his cock. "If you want to leave, you'd better do it now."
He looked at his wife again.
Carole's breath came a little faster, her tits swelled and moisture seeped into her hole. "I don't want to leave," she said quietly. She smiled as she looked Kathleen up and down. "I don't think you do, either."
Josh looked at Kathleen. His heart beat so hard, he could feel the pulse in his head. His prick throbbed with excitement. A heavy tingling stirred his balls. His cock expanded in his pants. "I thought you were a lesbian."
"You thought what I wanted you to think," she chuckled. She unbuckled his belt and yanked his pants and shorts down together. "I love cock, darling, and fucking in front of others really turns me on."
Josh looked down at his cock. He thought it couldn't get any bigger. He was wrong. The instant Kathleen touched it, it seemed to grow even larger. He forgot about the others in the room. He and the ravishing redhead were the only two people in the world at the moment.
"You're so beautiful, so sexy," he whispered huskily.
Kathleen smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips, and quickly undress him. She kissed him again, then sank to the floor, taking him with her. She lay on her back, and he knelt over her. Her tits stood up large and firm. She had painted her nipples to match her rich red hair, and they glittered like rubies against her creamy skin, drawing his lips like a magnet. He kissed her nipples as his hand wandered up her smooth thigh and played with the thick red hair around her pussy.
Carole leaned forward so she could see better, her facial expression clearly showing her intense excitement. She reached between her husband's legs and fondled his cock lightly. "Fuck her good, darling, and make me proud of you," she said softly.
Lost in an erotic world all his own, Josh heard his wife, but he didn't hear her. He pushed Kathleen's legs apart and looked down. The lips of her pussy lips were fleshy and engorged, standing out like the petals of a pretty flower.
Carole stared at Kathleen's pussy, remembering how it tasted. She wanted so badly to watch her husband lick it, and hoped he put his tongue in it soon. She unbuttoned her blouse and caressed her bare tits.
Kathleen sat up, and her long red tresses tumbled over her shoulders, partly covering her tits. Josh tenderly pushed her hair back over her shoulders and reverently kissed her fat, rouged nipples.
"God, you're so beautiful," he panted in a voice made throaty by passion. He didn't know that he was repeating himself, and wouldn't have cared if he had known.
Kathleen scraped her long fingernails over his chest and hot thrills ran down his spine. She pushed him onto his back, his cock jutted up from his loins, waving gently. She eyed his swollen dick and licked her lips.
"Nice cock," she said softly. "Big and beautiful." She squeezed his cock and smiled. "It's going to feel so good in my pussy."
She knelt over him, held the stiff tool in her hand and guided it to her mouth. Her large tits dangled under her chest and her rosy nipples grazed his thighs as she bobbed her head up and down. He grunted from the fierce pleasure of her warm, wet mouth sucking on his throbbing prick.
She took his cock out of her mouth and licked the shaft from the tip to the base. "Look at your wife while I suck your cock," she said quietly.
Josh lifted his head and looked at Carole. He had never seen such an expression of eroticism on her face, again thought of how little he really knew about her. He knew his wife had collaborated in setting him up for this, and couldn't have cared less. The opportunity to fuck a sensational woman like Kathleen was worth anything.
Kathleen licked his balls, then sucked them into her mouth one at a time. She put her mouth back over the bulging knob and sucked it lovingly.
He pulled on her ass to turn her. "Give me your pussy," he whispered passionately.
She turned around and straddled his head. His eyes drifted up her shapely thighs to the opulent red bush covering her crotch. He gripped her lush, womanly hips and pulled her down. The exquisite fragrance of her snatch filled his nostrils, intoxicating him. She pressed her pussy lips to his mouth and wiggled her ass.
Carole was nearly beside herself with excitement. The sight of her husband's cock in the redhead's mouth and his face buried in her red muff mesmerized her. Wild mental images and thoughts she never dreamed of having filled her mind. She reached under skirt and caressed her pussy, snorted softly, and quickly stripped naked. She leaned back on the couch, spread her legs and blatantly played with her pussy as she watched her husband and Kathleen.
Kathleen's savory sap flowed into Josh's mouth. His tongue snaked between her fleshy cunt lips and wiggled on her fat love button. She rubbed the pulsing head of his cock over the roof of her mouth, then let it slide into her throat. They ate each feverishly, oblivious to the spectators.
Their licentious slurps and moans assailed Carole's ears, turning her carnal fever thermometer even higher. She looked around the room, and saw that everybody was naked. The men were playing with the women and the women were playing with the men as they watched Kathleen and Josh.
Kathleen wiggled her ass and moaned as Josh's tongue worked its magic on her button. A few more strokes of his tongue on her clit, and she would flood his mouth with her hot female juice. Eagerly anticipating her first orgasm, she slowly took his cock deeper into her throat.
Josh's balls throbbed and his gut twisted in knots. If he let Kathleen continue to gnaw on his knob, he would pump a load of cum down her gullet. He couldn't wait to know the delights of her pussy. He might never have the chance to fuck her again, and he wasn't about to cum in her mouth. Pulling away from the red-haired muff, he rolled her over. She whimpered with disappointment when he pulled his cock from her mouth. He turned around and cupped her weighty tit mounds. The red nipples were stiffly erect. Lowering his head, he kissed first one, and then the other.
"You taste even better than you look," he said.
"Your cock makes my mouth water. I want more."
"You can have more later. I've got to fuck you."
Carole was anxious for her husband to put his gorgeous cock in Kathleen's pretty pussy, wanted to watch him fuck the beautiful redhead good! Quickly, she looked around the room again, wondering which cock she was going to ride first.
Josh parted Kathleen's long, tanned legs and knelt between her thighs with his stiff rod aimed at her passion pit. Her cunt lips gaped open, glistening with her juice and his saliva.
"Fuck me!" the gorgeous redhead moaned. She shivered as his hot, swollen cock bored into the sleek, dripping membranes of her pussy. "God, your cock feels good. Give me all of it!"
He took a deep breath, lunged forward and drove his lance all the way into her. She gurgled with joy as he impaled her. Her tight sheath clung to his shaft, thrilling him through and through. She sighed and threw her cunt at him. Carole let out a loud sigh along with the redhead.
Josh pumped his pulsing prick in and out of Kathleen's passionate pussy slowly. She clung to him with her hands on his shoulders and her long, shapely legs around his waist, thrilling to the sensuous tingling from her nipples rubbing against him. Each surging stroke into her sent hot rapture through her body. She rocked her hips and levered her ass up and down, fucking with him in perfect counterrhythm.
Her cries grew louder, and she sank her fingers into his shoulders. He silenced them by clamping his mouth on hers and kissing her fiercely. Her tongue was wild and urgent against his. She clung to him like a drowning woman hanging onto a log in swift water and moaned into his mouth.
His tongue thrusting into her mouth duplicated the way his cock was thrusting mightily into her cunt. She tore her mouth loose, threw back her head and screamed with delight as her orgasm broke over her. He squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered as his semen spurted deep into her spastic cunt. She arched her back as if a strong current of electricity was flowing through her body. She hung there for several moments, then crashed back to the floor and went limp. Her cunt muscles continued to milk his prick with spasming ripples.
"God, how good!" she whispered. She shivered and shuddered beneath him. She pulled his head down and gave him a sloppy tongue kiss. "So fucking good, darling! Well worth the wait, don't you think?"
"Absolutely!" he wheezed.
Carole jumped off the couch and pulled her husband away from Kathleen. She stared at his prick as it emerged from the sexy redhead's pussy, oiled with semen and female fuck juice. She slurped it up and sucked it clean.
"God damn," Josh murmured.
"Look at Cinnamon," Kathleen said.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Cinnamon sat in a Victorian chair on the far side of the room. The chair was upholstered with brightly colored brocade, and next to it stood a carved mahogany table. On the table was a bottle of champagne, a champagne glass and a cut-crystal vase with a single long-stemmed red rose.
Her thick, lustrous black hair was piled on top of her head and held in place with silver and diamond pins and combs. The arrangement of her hair, her slender, graceful neck and beautiful, nearly aquiline facial features gave her the appearance of an ancient Egyptian goddess. Bright red lipstick, applied quite thick, accentuated her generous, sensual mouth. Her lush lips looked as if they had been dusted with silver dust.
A plethora of silver and diamond jewelry adorned her stunning cafe-au-lait body. She wore a wide choker around her long graceful neck, long earrings dangling from her lobes, a heavy chain gracing her slender waist, at least one ring on each finger and a dainty chain circling her left ankle.
Besides the jewelry and high-heeled silver sandals, she was quite naked. Her large, conical tits jutted haughtily from her chest. The long, thick buds capping her firm tits looked like two chocolate kisses. She sat quietly, her long, shapely legs crossed, a look of perfect serenity on her face. Her jewelry and lips sparkled in the bright light. The overall effect was quite stunning.
Carole sucked in her breath and let it out slowly. "Magnificent," she said softly. "Absolutely stunning."
Kathy patted Carole on the arm and said, "Oh, just wait, darling. You haven't seen anything yet."
Cinnamon uncrossed her legs and opened them wide, exhibiting the black, bushy hair that grew in profusion between her thighs. She poured a glass of champagne, lifted the glass in her left hand and took a sip, then said, "Now that Josh has sampled Kathleen's superb pussy, we'll get on with the fun." Her voice was throaty, so sexy it made the nerves tingle.
"She's positively bewitching," Josh said softly.
"I'll say!" Carole agreed.
Cinnamon took another sip of champagne and let her right hand fall between her legs, and her middle finger glided lazily up and down her slit. "I will be joined shortly by my friend, Billy Joe, and a girl who will be nice enough to volunteer for an encounter she'll never forget."
"Wait until you see Billy Joe," Kathy said.
"He'll make your mouth water."
"My pussy is already watering," Carole said giggled.
Cinnamon took another sip of champagne and pushed her finger between the lips of her pussy. She finished her wine and set the glass on the table. "First, however, I would like to cum for you." She smiled, showing a mouthful of sparkling white teeth.
Carole gasped and looked at Josh. "Isn't this exciting, darling?" she whispered breathlessly. "I've never watched a girl get herself off."
"I'm glad you didn't want to leave," he replied.
Cinnamon closed her eyes and thought about the other people in the room. She could feel them, sense their excitement as they watched her play with her luscious mahogany-colored pussy. like her, they were all lecherous voyeurs and exhibitionists. That's why they had been invited.
She wondered how Josh would react when Carole joined her and Billy Joe and showed Josh both sides of her lusty nature. She touched her tits with her left hand. The chill from the champagne lingered in her fingers, shocking her warm nipples. Her breath came in hoarse gusts as she gently kneaded the jumbo mounds of chocolate tit flesh and her rigid, dark brown nipples.
The middle finger of her right hand skimmed lightly across the feverish, tingling kernel of her extra large clitoris, and her body stiffened in the chair. She always had to fight to keep her legs wide open when she jacked off in front of others so they could see every salacious detail of her randy exploit. A pronounced tremor of lust coursed outward from her loins, saturating her tortured flesh with carnal warmth.
Hedonistic inspiration flooded her imaginative mind. Getting herself off in front of others exhilarated her, aroused her to the peak of passion. Only fucking in a group turned her on as much, and she would soon do that, too.
She thrust a finger in her cunt, twisted it around, pumped it swiftly in and out, then withdrew it and rubbed it slowly up and down her slippery slit. She repeated the penetration, this time using two fingers. Holding the two fingers deep in her heated hole, she stroked the salient point at the top of her slit with the middle finger of her left hand.
She thought about the men, and the women stroking their big cocks. She knew all the men wanted to fuck her and the women wanted to get their tongues in her sweet pussy and lick her big clit. Well, they would all have their chance. As Kathleen said, it wasn't a real party until everybody get sweaty and sticky.
"Jesus, what a fantastic show," Josh muttered. "And I thought this was going to be a dull party."
"Live and learn, darling," Carole giggled.
Slowly, both of Cinnamon's hands began to move, and stimulating sensations surged delightfully through her flesh. Her fingers flicked faster and faster over her madly pulsing love button, sending shock waves up to her swollen tits. She moaned softly as the titillating tingles of delight radiated out from her loins, provoked by the teasing touch of her finger on the primed bud of her clit.
She dug the spike heels of her shiny silver sandals into the thick carpet, spread her legs wider, and hunched her crotch forward. Gently parting the hair-fringed lips of her cunt, she displayed the bright pink inner flesh for a moment. Then, using the tip of one finger, she spread the heavy flow of love oil up and down the lust-tortured slit, coating her pussy with a thick layer. The flutter of desire in her belly grew stronger as she breathlessly caressed her throbbing pleasure stud in a bawdy act of self-satisfaction.
"God," Carole breathed impetuously. "I've never seen anything so.. . " She couldn't think of the word to describe the sight.
Kathleen could. Several of them. "So lascivious, so electrifying," she suggested. "Watching her excites you, doesn't she?"
"God, yes!" Carole whispered in agreement.
Carole glanced at her husband, saw that he was grinning like a silly jackass. She looked down, saw that Kathleen had his cock in her left hand, stroking it lovingly, and he had his hand between her legs, fingering her pussy as they watched the provocative black woman jack off. The sight aroused Carole even more, and she reached over and added her hand to her husband's cock. She put her other hand between her legs and brazenly fingered her pussy.
With a deep, audible sigh, Cinnamon stilled her hands and let her ass fall back to the chair, delaying the moment when she would finger-fuck herself. Her need was like a ball of fire in her cunt, but she knew how to titillate an audience.
With a soft whimper, she slid down in the chair and lifted her legs in the air, rolling her smoothly rounded ass up to expose the deep cleft between the cheeks. A shiver of rapture shot through her as she rubbed her pulsating clit. The fingers of her other hand coursed up and down her slit. She slid her fingers between her hair-lined lips and probed teasingly into the softly clasping inner flesh of her hot hole, sending further shocks of raunchy pleasure darting over her lustfully quivering body.
She drew a mental image of hard cocks and juicy cunts as her rising lust invaded her mind and body. She spread her legs wide and wormed two fingers into the tightness of her desire-heated love tunnel. Moaning deeply, out loud, she burrowed her fingers into her cunt as the fingers on her clit swiftly agitated the feverish bud of sensitive flesh.
She knew everyone had a perfect view of her wide-open crotch. She could smell the others, knew they had given in to their lust and joined her in pleasuring each other as they watched her. She surrendered to her licentious yearnings and fingerfucked her tight, clenching hole with smooth, urgent strokes.
"God, I can't stand it!" Carole whispered as she rubbed her clit furiously.
"That's the way, darling," Kathleen said encouragingly. "Get it! Bet I cum before you do."
Moaning with tempestuous eroticism, an exhibitionist through and through, Cinnamon finger-fucked herself wildly, writhing frenziedly from the obscene lust engulfing her. Grunts of salacious pleasure spewed from her lips as waited breathlessly for her climax. Her shapely legs trembled. Her large brown tits bounced and shook as her body heaved and jerked.
"God, I love to watch a woman jack off!" Kathleen whispered urgently, her voice strained with erotic tension. "She's going to cum! I'm going to cum! Ohhh, fuck, everybody cum!"
Caught up in the group eroticism, Carole frigged her clit faster. She twisted her head rapidly from side to side as she tried to watch Kathleen and Josh and Cinnamon, all at the same time, afraid she would miss some critical happening.
Kathleen was staring at Cinnamon, transfixed, a mask of lust covering her beautiful face. Her legs were thrust straight out in front of her, open so far Carole could see Josh's fingers in her cunt, trembling all over, obviously in the throes of orgasm. Her fist automatically slid up and down Josh's prick.
Josh stared at the magnificent black woman, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head. Carole wondered if he was contemplating fucking Cinnamon, or if the uniqueness of the circumstances accounted for his beguilement. Or maybe both.
Cinnamon's body fidgeted furiously in the chair, her loins jerking wildly as she pleasured herself. The obscene passion roaring through every fiber of her being nearly drove her out of her mind. The agitation of her self-inflicted excitement inundated her. She heard Kathleen cry out, and her entire body tensed and shuddered.
"I'm going to cum," Carole wailed. She glanced at Kathleen's hand sliding up and down Josh's dick and went off like a keg of blasting powder.
Cinnamon's climax began as a distant rumbling far up inside her quivering cunt, then swiftly reached the surface in a blinding volcano of elation, bursting forth in a wave of breathtaking sensations that roared through every inch of naked body. She cried out loudly in deliverance, wallowing in obscene rapture as the lightning bolts of ecstasy smashed relentlessly through her.
The audience gave Cinnamon a rousing round of applause.
She sat up and smiled.
"Thank you. It's nice to be appreciated."
A naked man came into the room and stood by Cinnamon's chair. He was about six foot, six inches tall, a gorgeous specimen of maleness, slightly darker than Cinnamon. Carole thought his cock couldn't be real. The flaccid chunk of meat dangled between his legs, and the end of the damn thing reached halfway down his thigh! My God, he was the black giant right out her favorite jack off fantasy!
"Most of the girls already know Billy Joe, and have taken wonderful rides on his magnificent cock," Cinnamon said.
Kathleen looked at Carole and said, "What do you think of him?"
"He's magnificent," Carole breathed. "I didn't know cocks grew that big! I can't imagine a girl taking anything so big."
"Oh, it slides right in if your pussy is wet enough," Kathleen giggled.
"That damn thing would choke a horse," Carole muttered.
"Yeah, it really makes your jaws creak," Kathleen said.
"Forget the jaws," Carole said. "My God, it would tear a pussy apart!"
"You'd be surprised," Kathleen said. "Cinnamon and I both have had it up our ass."
"You've got to be kidding!" Carole muttered. "God, if he just put it in my pussy, I wouldn't be able to walk for a week."
"You never know until you try, darling," Kathleen giggled.
Cinnamon looked directly at Carole and crooked her finger. "Kathleen promised to make you the star of the orgy, darling."
Carole knew what she had to do. She got up and went to Cinnamon. Cinnamon stood, took a small bottle from the table and quickly covered Carole's body with oil, and the blonde's body glistened in the bright light. Cinnamon sat down and patted her thighs.
Carole perched herself on Cinnamon's lap, put one arm around the black woman's neck and kissed her on the lips. Cinnamon whispered in Carole's ear, and she spread her legs wide. Her hairy slit seemed to wink suggestively at the small audience. Cinnamon ran her finger up and down the charming gash, opening the thick lips so everyone could see the bright pink interior.
Josh's cock twitched furiously as he watched his wife. He knew that Billy Joe was going to fuck Carole. The only question was how and when. He looked at Kathleen and said, "You're a diabolical witch."
"Excited?" Kathleen asked.
"Wildly," Josh replied.
Kathleen glanced at his stiff prick. "Keep that thing ready. Every girl here is going to want some of it."
Billy Joe moved closer to Cinnamon's chair, standing in profile, his long dark dong swaying gently, looking like a cop's night stick swinging on his belt.
Carole put both hands under his dick and lifted it. Her snow-white hands were a striking contrast to his black stem. She regarded the stupendous tool lovingly, kissed the tip, then looked at Cinnamon. Cinnamon opened her mouth wide and Carole guided the black knob between her lush, bright red lips. Carole wrapped her small white hands around the thick black stalk, one above the other, and stroked it as the large dark bulb glided slowly, smoothly into Cinnamon's gaping mouth.
Cinnamon sucked Billy Joe's cock as she slid the tip of one brown finger up and down Carole's slit, dipping it into her hole and diddling her clit.
Carole's temperature shot up. Her skin felt flushed to the inner depths of her body. Her nipples peaked, as hard as granite, and her pussy absolutely gushed. She squirmed on Cinnamon's lap as she played with Billy Joe's balls with one hand and stroked his thick shaft with her other hand. His meaty licorice stick began to grow like Jack's bean stalk.
Carole slid off Cinnamon's lap and knelt in front of Billy Joe. He pulled his cock out of Cinnamon's mouth and half-turned, offering the semi-tumescent stick of salami to Carole.
Carole peeled Billy Joe's foreskin back and kissed the end of the blunt stalk, then opened her mouth as wide as she could and took the big purple-black knob inside. She surprised herself by devouring not only all of the big head, but also part of the thick shaft. With her mouth stuffed so full of dark meat, she couldn't move her head, but her hands slid rapidly up and down the shaft, giving the appearance that she was fucking herself in the mouth with the weighty tool.
His wife's lascivious behavior had an astounding effect on Josh. His cock was bloated with fresh blood, standing at full erection. His pussy pleaser wasn't as substantial as Billy Joe's, but it wasn't small potatoes, either. He took the hand of a woman sitting next to him and put it in his lap. She sighed softly, wrapped his fist around his dick and started stroking, enjoying the way it pulsed sturdily in her fist. He put his hand between Kathleen's legs and caressed her pussy.
Billy Joe bent over, grasped Carole's hips and lifted her as easily as one would lift a doll. His muscles barely rippled as she turned her over. She clung to his cock with her mouth and both hands as he flipped her upside down with her pussy in front of his face. She spread her legs like a pair of scissors and his tongue flashed out and slithered up and down the full length of her slit.
He turned so everyone had a clear view of his long tongue as he licked her gash. Extending his tongue to its full length, he stuck the tip in her hole, then pulled her body up and made his lapper disappear into her magic box.
Cinnamon sat calmly, again sipping champagne and fingering her pussy as he watched Billy Joe and Carole.
Carole sucked Billy Joe's cock, fantasizing about riding his black monster until she went crazy with passion. She wasn't sure the damn thing would fit, but she was sure going to try!
For several minutes, Billy Joe tongue-fucked Carole as she valiantly gobbled his black wand. He brought her to a quivering climax, then spun her around like a cheerleader twirls her baton and positioned her pussy at the end of his fully erect, enormous instrument of pleasure.
Cinnamon reached out and grasped the stupendous black spear. She guided the distended knob to the blonde's pussy, put it between the thick lips, and worked it up and down the slit several times.
Slowly, steadily, Billy Joe pushed the horny blonde down on his big ebony cock. Carole hung limply in his arms, her feet on his hips, intent only on accepting all of the colossal black club he was shoving up her snatch. The expression on her face was clear evidence that she was lost in the ecstasy of having her cunt split wide open, stuffed full by a cock that looked as big as her arm.
Billy Joe buried his prick to the hilt in Carole's tight pussy, then pulled her up against his chest and slowly turned, giving everyone a clear view of her taut white ass and the big black cock stuck in her. He faced the room and began to pump the young woman up and down on his shaft. Her head hung way back, allowing everybody to see and share her intense pleasure.
Cinnamon wet her finger in her mouth, slid it between the cheeks of Carole's ass, and plunged it into the blonde's ass-hole. Carole yelped and writhed on Billy Joe's cock, using her feet against his hips for enough leverage to bounce her ass up and down.
Kathleen opened her thighs a little wider and angled her crotch up so Josh could explore her slit. He played around a moment, then eased his middle finger into her liquefied love hole. Her cunt felt like oily silk. She curled her crotch up and hunched on his finger. He withdrew her finger and put it back on her rigid clit. He titillated the nubbin with his fingertip as he stared at the sight of his randy wife bobbing on Billy Joe's cock.
Kathleen leaned back and watched the intense action across the room as Josh went after her charms. She felt an orgasm beginning to grow in her belly and shivered.
"I'm going to cum," she said, loud enough for Carole to hear her.
Josh stroked his finger in the redhead's juicy cunt, then tickled her clit. He liked the magnitude of her girl-cock. He toyed with the fat stud, feeling her shivers of full arousal. In his experience, a woman with such a big clit came quick and hard and repeatedly. He slid his finger back to her slick hole, back up to her clit, then repeated the action in a steady rhythm, nearly lost in a cloud of ecstasy, barely able to remain aware of his wife's raunchy show.
Carole's face twisted with the euphoric agony of orgasm. "Oh, God!" she yelled. "He's fucking me so hard! His big black cock is stretching my pussy! I love it! I love it! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
"Oh, look at her cum!" Kathleen whispered excitedly. "Isn't she beautiful? God, I love to watch a woman cum!" She whined and squirmed. Her tit tips drew into rigid cones. Her clit swelled and pulsated harder. She sucked in her breath and popped her sex gun.
Billy Joe lifted Carole off his cock and set her on her feet. Cinnamon stood, turned around, and leaned over with her hands on the seat of the chair. Carole grasped his cock and put the head in Cinnamon's hole. Billy Joe bucked his hips forward and buried his cock. Carole got on her knees between Cinnamon's legs and tilted her head up. She started licking Cinnamon's clit, and the black woman came immediately.
An instant before he shot his load, Billy Joe backed away from Cinnamon. He grabbed the thick stalk and jerked off, aiming his prick like a fire hose, spraying long streams of cum over Cinnamon's ass and Carole's face.
Josh got up and sat on the couch. The girl with her hand on his cock hung on and went with him.
"I'm Ann," she said.
"Josh," he replied. "That's my wife over there with Billy Joe."
"I know," Ann said. She stroked his cock idly as she watched Carole and Billy Joe with hot-blooded interest. "Kathleen told us all about you two. We hope you'll become a part of our group."
"I think we just might," Josh said.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
In a profound, stimulating erotic daze, Carole crawled out from under Cinnamon and stood up on shaky legs. She looked at Billy Joe's cock and let out an audible gasp when she saw that it was still hard.
"Now that we've given the others a show to kick start their libidos, let's really get down and boogie," Billy Joe said.
Carole stood a few inches from Billy Joe, breathing deeply and shivering visibly.
"I don't bite, honey," he said softly, his voice rumbling deep in his chest. "Unless you want me to. like your clit and your nipples." He chuckled, the same bass sound deep in his chest. "I'm a good clit nibbler. Cinnamon said you were beautiful, but she didn't do you justice. You're gorgeous."
Carole took a step closer to Billy Joe, tilted her head up and parted her lush lips. He gathered her into his strong arms and plastered his mouth to hers. He pushed a leg between her thighs and gave her a long, tongue-searching kiss as he kneaded the shapely cheeks of her fine, trim ass.
Carole stood on tiptoe and pushed her naked body up against his powerful frame. Her arms went around his neck as she returned his kiss. She sucked on his tongue and slid her cunt up and down his thigh. Much to her surprise, and Billy Joe's, she climaxed abruptly, so explosively it made her knees weak. She clung to his neck and hung in his arms, little more than a limp rag, grinding her twat against his leg.
Cinnamon joined Josh and Ann on couch, sitting on the other side of him. "Your wife is beautiful, Josh. She has a hair trigger, too."
"It sure didn't take you long to cum either," he laughed.
"Oh, I'm still charged up," Cinnamon replied. "I was just taking a short break to watch Billy Joe fuck your wife."
"His cock must be a foot long and as thick as my wrist," Josh said.
"He's a fantastic fuck, too," Ann said. She squeezed Josh's pecker hard, so sexually charged she had to exercise supreme self-control to keep from rushing across the room and getting in on the action. "He can cum three or four times before that beautiful thing wilts. Carole is in for a real treat." She grabbed Josh's hand and stuck it between her legs. "God, how exhilarating!"
Josh hoped that black monster didn't stretch Carole's pretty pussy all out of shape. He extended his middle finger and fingered Ann's hot slit. With a sudden jolt, he realized the salacious scene excited him as much as it did Ann. He glanced at her hand sliding up and down his cock, then quickly looked back at his wife.
"Hmmm, that looks interesting," Cinnamon said softly. She took Josh's other hand and put it between her legs.
Carole lay passively on the floor as Billy Joe knelt by her and murmured with appreciation as he ogled her gorgeous, voluptuous body. He cupped one of her tits and gently, lovingly, kneaded the firm globe. She lifted her head and looked at her tits. His mahogany hand on her white skin looked so erotic, it excited her tremendously. She reached out, hefted the huge pole he called a prick and shivered hard as her nipples popped out and stood proudly on top of her large white tit mounds.
"Ummmmmm, your tits are beautiful, Carole," he mumbled, bending over to kiss each nipple.
As gently as a butterfly landing on a delicate flower, he barely touched one lovely nipple with his quivering lips, then moved to the other one. His tongue fluttered lightly on the very tip of each turgid bud of flesh.
Carole pushed her tits out, silently begging him to kiss them. She let out a deep sigh when one of the stiff buds disappeared between his full lips. Treating her bountiful breasts as if they were the most precious wonders of the world, he licked and sucked each nipple until both were rock-hard and pointing straight at the ceiling.
"Aaahhh," she sighed, surprised that such a pile of powerful muscle could be so gentle.
She rolled her head to the side and looked at her husband sitting between Cinnamon and Ann. All three were thoroughly absorbed by her and Billy Joe. Both sat with their legs spread wide open, and Josh had a finger in each pussy, playing busily, and each woman had a handful of cock.
Carole felt her heavy tits swell even more and thought her nipples were going to burst wide open! She tugged gently on Billy Joe's cock and said, "My nipples are so sensitive, Billy Joe. I think you might make me cum just by sucking on them."
"Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed softly. "You're going to cum a lot before I finish with you. You're the star of the orgy." He sucked and licked the pulsing nipples as his hand skittered down her body until it reached her golden-fleeced mound. He lifted his head and looked into the hot blonde's eyes. "I love to fuck real blondes," he whispered loudly. "Your thick bush really turns me on."
"What you see is what you get," she quipped.
"Ooohhh, yeah!" he mumbled with a deep laugh.
He fastened his lips to hers for a deep, penetrating kiss. She stroked his rigid dick faster as her emotions soared, stimulated beyond words. She wanted his ebony dick stuffed up her cunt, stretching her to the limit.
Billy Joe broke the kiss and moved his head down. His mouth hovered over her cunt mound. He took her ankles in his strong hands and pushed her legs back, then set her feet on the floor, indicating how he wanted her to hold herself open for him. Carole dug her spike heels into the plush carpet to keep her legs as far apart as she could get them.
Josh had never been so aroused by anything in his life. He dug his fingers into the women's cunts as his prick swelled and throbbed urgently.
Ann felt the hot-blooded throbbing of Josh's prick in her hand. She looked at him and smiled. The tip of her tongue traveled daintily around her partly open mouth in a gesture so seductive it made Josh gasp.
"I'll suck you off if you really need it, darling. But, if you can wait, I'd like to watch for a while before we do anything."
"Okay," Josh muttered, never taking his eyes off Carole.
"Get my clit!" Cinnamon whispered. "Jack me off! I've got to cum!"
As Josh slid his finger up and agitated her big clit, Cinnamon tightened her grip around the head of his cock and yanked so hard he thought Ann wouldn't have to worry about sucking him off.
Billy Joe spread the lips of Carole's pretty pussy, gazed at the glistening pink interior, then speared her sopping hole and tongue-fucked her. His tongue felt as big as a cock. Right on the verge of cumming again, she wiggled her ass and thrust her mound up, trying to get his mouth fully on her snatch. He chuckled and pushed her back down. He dragged his tongue up the length of her slit and ran it through the thick, soft curls of her muff.
Carole shivered hard and moaned, "For God's sake Billy Joe! Suck my cunt! I'm about to cum!"
"Be patient, dear," he murmured. "I'll make you feel better than you've ever felt."
"I am cumming!" Cinnamon moaned loudly.
Billy Joe slowly spread the lips of Carole's pussy again and touched the tip of his tongue to her erect clit. He pressed his fingertips firmly around the hard love button and made it pop all the way out of its hood.
"Damn, what a clit! It sure stands way out," he mumbled in amazement.
"The better to cum with," Carole croaked. "Suck it before I go crazy!"
He licked her entire cunt, starting at the bottom, below her hole, and dragging his broad tongue all the way up past her quivering clit. He repeated the maneuver over and over and over, licking across her clit each time, but not dwelling on it. She knew she would go mad with desire. Unbridled lust pulsed through her veins, swelling her tits and clit even harder, and setting her mind on fire!
Instead of going crazy, however, she climaxed. Without warning. So hard her throat clenched and she couldn't even scream.
He continued to lick her long, hot gash over and over as she came. Her hips bucked and twisted, but his strong hands kept her ass pushed down on the carpet so he could keep his tongue in her twat.
Carole found her voice at last and started screaming. She tried to put her legs around his neck. He pushed them away with his forearms and held her crotch wide open.
Cinnamon kissed Josh on the cheek and said, "Thank you, honey." She twisted her hand on the head of his cock as glanced over at Ann. "Don't you just love to watch a girl cum?"
Ann smiled dreamily. "It's just about the most exciting thing I've ever seen." Her hand moved faster up and down the shaft of Josh's cock. Together, she and Cinnamon had smeared his pre-cum all over his prick and her hand slid over it smoothly. "She really gets off. I think she's forgotten that we're even in the same room."
"Yeah, this whole wild scene is really turning me on," Josh said. "And speaking of cumming, if you two don't stop what you're doing, you're going to have a handful of cum."
"You don't have to save it, darling," Ann said. "There's no limit to the amount of cum you've got. Your nice balls are always making more, you know. Let it happen, Cinnamon or I will get you hard again."
"I can hold out a little longer," Josh grunted. "I'll tell you when."
"I'll know when, darling!" Ann said, then chuckled sexily. "I'm not a sexual novice, you know. I've jerked off a lot of cocks in my time."
"I'll bet you have," he groaned.
Carole's orgasm began to subside. Billy Joe fluttered his tongue on her delectable clit like a moth fluttering around a flame. Carole groaned in desperation and threw her cunt at his mouth. He gave in to her this time, glued his mouth to her drenched slit and avidly tongued her distended joy buzzer. She tugged impatiently at his thigh. He lavished kisses on her cunt as he turned around in reverse and knelt with a knee on each side of her blonde head.
Josh watched, fiercely excited, as his wife and Billy Joe began the mutual performance of oral love. He knew what Billy Joe was feeling as Carole clutched his huge black prick between her lips with a moan of pleasure. Billy Joe seized the cheeks of her trim ass in his hands and buried his face in the nest of silky, blonde cunt hair. She moaned and shuddered wildly, and their bodies began to jerk in unison.
Even when Gary felt Ann's feverish, wet lips enclosing the head of his rigid fuck pole, sending sharp thrills rippling the full length of it, he was unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of his wife fucking another man. He shuddered hard as Cinnamon stroked his shaft faster and pushed down on Ann's head, making her swallow more of his cock. He still couldn't take his eyes away from his horny wife and the black giant on the floor, even though his orgasm was almost upon him. Their bodies were twined in reverse and lurching to a steady rhythm as they licked and sucked each other ravenously. His heart hammered with excitement. His climax started, shaking his hips violently. Ann clung to his spurting boner with her mouth and sucked frantically as he fed her a load of hot sperm.
Carole came again as Billy Joe's active tongue lapped turbulently, yet tenderly, at her clit. She tightened her lips around his massive ebony fuck spear and her body humped vigorously. Emulating an inch worm, she nearly wiggled away. He let her go for a moment, then hauled her back when she bent his prick back at an uncomfortable angle, continued to gently bathe her clit with his tongue and apply strong suction with his lips.
Carole bucked violently and moaned around the thick black stalk, trying to scream. She wrapped her arms around his waist lunged her ass up, getting his mouth as tight to her twat as possible as she came and came. Billy Joe let her wiggle across the carpet this time, shuffling along on his knees to keep up with her.
It became obvious to Billy Joe that the hot little blonde wasn't going to stop cumming any time soon. He pulled his cock out of her sucking mouth, turned around, and got on his knees between her splayed legs. His hard, black joy stick stuck out in front of him, bouncing up and down, shiny with her spit.
"Now that I've got your motor running full speed, let's fuck," he groaned softly.
"Oh, yes! Dear God, yes!" Carole wailed. "Shove that black monster up my cunt and fuck my brains out!"
She wrapped both hands around his stiff shaft and jerked the head down toward her sizzling gash. Her body was still writhing so disorderly she couldn't get the big ebony knob into her hole.
He chuckled and pushed down on her belly to hold her still. Then he lowered his hips and let her guide the head of his prick to the entrance of her sex mouth. After a brief struggle, and a couple of false starts, she managed to get the thick wedge into her superheated love tunnel.
Billy Joe grabbed Carole's ankles and lifted her legs over his shoulders. He drove his ebony one-eyed monster all the way into her scalding snatch in one precipitous lunge, stuffing her cunt full, stretching her to the limit. She yelped, then moaned with pleasure as he started pounding her spasming, sucking sheath. Passion distorted her lovely face. Her swollen tits heaved as she panted urgently. She bounced and writhed wildly as she locked her cunt around the massive black monster.
"Damn!" Josh muttered. "She's taking his big cock as easily as she took mine."
"Yours isn't that much smaller," Ann muttered, fondling his limp member. "You certainly don't have to hang your head in shame."
"I hope it doesn't stretch her all out of shape," he grumbled.
"Oh, pussies are wonderfully elastic, darling," Cinnamon assured him. "He fucks me all the time, and I can still hold your finger real tight."
Carole lost all sense of time and place. She became one super cunt. Every nerve in her body sent audacious, erotic signals to her brain. She couldn't stop cumming. Every deep thrust of his huge prick brought on another climax.
Kathleen walked slowly toward them, still naked, wearing a long, slender strap-on dildo. "Turn her over, Billy Joe," she said. "I want her ass."
Billy Joe rolled over and pulled Carole's ass to sink his cock to the hilt in her cunt. Kathleen knelt over the blonde, spread the cheeks of her ass with both hands and stuck the head of his cock against her ass-hole.
"Oh, wow!" Ann exclaimed. "Has she ever had a cock up the ass?"
"No!" Josh gasped. He started to get up and rush to his wife's aid.
Cinnamon pulled him back down on the couch. "No, wait. She knows what she's doing. If Carole can't take it, she won't push her."
Carole looked over shoulder at Kathleen. The naughty redhead grinned and hunched forward.
Carole gasped, then hunched her ass up.
Carole shuddered hard. "I've got it!" she exclaimed.
"You sure have, darling," Kathleen said. "Now, you're a real star."
"Not yet," Carole said. "Not until I fuck everybody here, including you up the ass with that damned dildo!"
