Tom held tightly to the tree branch as he peered into the bathroom window. It was almost nine in the evening and he knew that Angela would be in the bathroom to take her nightly shower soon. She followed the same routine every night; bedtime was set at nine during the week and ten on weekends and she showered 30 minutes before she went to bed.
Tom had been peeping on Angela for three weeks, since that night when he had cut through the back yard of her house on the way home. He had seen the window lit up and guessed it was the bathroom. Out of curiosity he had stopped and looked up at the window. The lawn on this side of the house sloped away from the house and he had not seen much. All he saw was part of one wall and the ceiling.
His heart had leaped when he saw Angela's hands above her head, drying her hair. He realized that she had just come from the shower and was naked. His cock came erect thinking of her wet body.
The next night Tom sneaked into Angela's yard and watched the bathroom window. He checked his watch when the light came on, taking note of the time. All week Tom spied on the bathroom window, noting Angela's routine. He also looked for a way to get a better view of the bathroom.
It was exciting to spy on someone. But Tom wanted to see more of Angela than the top of her head. He found a tree and after he was sure of her schedule climbed it every night just before she was due to come into the bathroom.
Tom and Angela were both in the eighth grade. Tom was big for his age, more like a sixteen year old than the thirteen that he was; good looking with blond hair and blue eyes. Angela was of medium height, with long brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was cute, but no beauty queen, thought Tom, as he looked at the bathroom window, waiting for the nightly show to begin. Not much in the tit department, but there were not many thirteen year olds like Mona Parkinson.
His mouth watered as he thought of Mona. Now there was some sex machine. And she knew it. Every boy in his junior high drooled at the sight of her sexy ass and big jugs bouncing around the school, but Mona would have nothing to do with them, dating high school boys only.
Right on schedule, Angela appeared and turned on the light. Usually she slipped off her robe and went right into the shower. Tonight was different. After taking off her robe, Angela stood back and looked at herself in the mirror. She cupped her breasts in her hands, closed her eyes and squeezed them slowly. Her hands ran over her body from hips to breasts, pinching the nipples until they were hard and erect.
Tom strained to see, trying to get as high in the tree as he could to see Angela from her toes to her head. As he watched, she put both hands to her crotch and began to massage her cuntal mound, running her hands up and down her thighs and over her mound, covered with soft downy hair that could not conceal the lips of her cunt.
Tom's cock began to leak precum fluid as Angela massaged her cuntal mound. Angela leaned against the bathroom door, her eyes closed, a dreamy look on her face as she rubbed her crotch.
Angela smiled, opened her eyes and looked straight out the window. Tom stiffened, glad he was in shadows and that there was no moon tonight. Could she see him?
He waited impatiently as she showered. Until tonight, the best part had been watching her dry her hair and body; watching her small breasts bounce as she toweled her hair. Tonight was the best ever. Angela took special pains drying her hair, rubbing it over and over, turning this way and that as she did. It was almost as if she wanted him to get a good look at all of her naked body. She slowly dried her back, arching her breasts upward as she took the towel in both hands behind her to dry her back and ass. Carefully and slowly she dried her breasts and stomach, running the towel over and over again across her crotch and her thighs.
Tom almost came just watching her.
Angela walked slowly to the door, swinging her hips in an exaggerated fashion, her ass cheeks bobbing, turned off the light and shut the door behind her.
Tom started to climb down from the tree when the light went on again. It was Mrs. Hughes, Angela's mother. She was wearing a black shorty nightgown, with matching bikini panties. Tom's prick came back to life as he looked at her. She was built like the beauty queen she once was; large firm tits, slim waist, and flaring hips. She sat down on the toilet seat. What was she up to, Tom wondered? Tom's eyes bugged out when Mrs. Hughes spread her legs. She was wearing crotchless panties. Her heavy bush of dark brown cunt hair was protruding from the panties. He had heard older boys talk about crotchless panties, but had not put much stock in their stories. Now he knew they were true.
He felt saliva pour into his mouth as Mrs. Hughes ran her hands over her bush and then opened her nightie and massaged her breasts. She closed her eyes, threw her head back, and pinched her nipples into hardness. Over and over her nipples she ran the palms of her hands, then she squeezed her breasts. She untied the nightie and ran her hands up and down her body, caressing herself with the tips of her fingers.
Then she put the middle finger of her right hand to her mouth, wet it with saliva, opened her cunt lips with her left hand, and began to massage her clit. She put her head back, closed her eyes, and seemed to be in a dream state.
She ran her finger up and down and then around and around her clit then inside her pussy and back to her clitoris. Her finger began to move faster and faster as she massaged her love bud. She mashed her breasts and using her thumb and forefinger squeezed her erect nipples.
Tom watched mesmerized as she threw her head back and opened her mouth in a silent scream. Her pelvis moved against her ringer as she finger fucked her cunt while manipulating her clit with her thumb. Tom could see the sweat popping out on her breasts, heaving from her heavy breathing. Then her hand slowed and stopped. She opened her eyes, looking straight out of the window, as if she could see him.
Tom trembled; scared that he was going to be caught. But Mrs. Hughes reached for toilet paper, wiped her cunt, and walked to the door with the same exaggerated step that Angela had used. She turned to face the window as she turned out the light and Tom could have sworn there was a smile on her face.
Tom climbed down on shaking legs. He could hardly wait to get home to masturbate. He jacked off that night until his cock bled and still wanted to jack off but it hurt too much. He kept seeing Angela and then her mother.
* * *
Tom had been right. Angela and Mrs. Hughes had known about his peeping. Angela saw him in the tree two nights before and told her mother. She had not been able to tell who it was; just that someone was in the tree. Mrs. Hughes had been very angry at first and almost called the police. But she decided she wanted to know more about who it was before she did.
"Let's find out who it is, honey. Maybe it is someone we know. Perhaps we can handle this ourselves. I don't want any embarrassment."
The next night Mrs. Hughes hid in the yard and watched Tom sneak into the yard and climb the tree.
"Angela, it is that boy Tom Sanders. You know him. He is in school with you. The sneak. He is getting his little thrills watching you. What should we do? I hate to disgrace his family. He is a nice boy."
"Well. He sure has a funny way of showing he likes me, skulking around our yard and peeping at me."
"Angela. A lot of people like to peep. It is pretty common. I remember reading about it when I took a psychology class in college. The technical term for them is voyeur." Then Angela's mother laughed. "The common term for them is Peeping Toms."
"Oh, Mother. That is funny. We have our very own peeping Tom." They collapsed with laughter, thinking of Tom the peeper who was a peeping Tom.
"The other side of the coin, Angela, is the exhibitionist. Some people like to expose themselves to people. They are called Flashers. Usually we think of dirty old men who go around in raincoats with nothing on underneath who open the raincoat and show their cock. But a lot of people like to expose themselves. I remember a girl in college who would cross and uncross her legs in class to give the professor a look up her crotch. I don't know what kind of a student she was, but she made A's in that class," laughed her mother.
"That is interesting, mother. Can I tell you something?"
"Go ahead, honey. You know you can confide in me. We are friends as well as mother and daughter. We need each other, since your father died, especially."
"Well. I am kind of embarrassed to say this, but I sort of liked it thinking that Tom was out there watching me."
Mrs. Hughes looked at her daughter closely, hugged Angela to her and then stood back, her hands on Angela's shoulders. "Let me look at you. You are growing faster than I realized. I keep thinking of you as my little girl, but I see you are a young woman."
Angela flushed at her mother's gaze. "I don't have your figure, but I got out of my training bra six months ago and while I don't have a lot of pubic hair, it is growing fast. I guess I am worth peeping at."
"Angela. I'll tell you a secret. I was the girl in college who exposed her crotch to the professor."
"Mother," Angela squealed. "Was it really? Honest? Cross your heart and hope to die?"
"Yes. It was. And it was fun. You should have seen his eyes follow my legs as I crossed them. One day I even left my panties off. I thought he was going to choke. He almost dropped his chalk and forgot where he was in his lecture."
"Mom. Why don't we tease Tom the way you teased your professor? It will be fun."
Mrs. Hughes looked at Angela thoughtfully. "You know. It might be fun. We can give him a real show and have some fun ourselves. Here's what we'll do.
Angela's mother went on to map out the scenario that Tom had witnessed from the tree.
* * *
"Oh, mother. I can't believe we did it! I wish I could have seen the look on his face when he watched us tonight. That was great."
Mrs. Hughes laughed and hugged her daughter. "We did put on a good show, if I do say so myself. What were you thinking when you were playing with yourself?"
Angela blushed and looked down. "I pretended Tom was playing with my pussy. I got so excited I almost masturbated. It was so exciting knowing he was watching. How about you?"
"Honey. I was thinking of his head between my legs, eating my pussy. I haven't had a good eating out since your dad died last year and it gave me a thrill to think of Tom's mouth on my pussy. Damn. I need a man."
"Oh, mom. You are a good looking woman. There are plenty of men who would give their right arm to be in bed with you."
"I know it honey, but this is a small town and I have to be careful with my reputation. I am the City Clerk and any scandal would cost me my job. We have this house, thanks to your dad, but I need the job."
"You could get married. I would not mind."
"That is nice of you to say that, Angela. Many girls would not want their mother to be with another man. I may marry again one day, but I am not ready now. I miss sex, though. That's for sure. For the moment, at least, Tom is going to provide us with some fun. Tomorrow night you masturbate. I bet he'll get a real charge out of that."
They did as Mrs. Hughes suggested the next night and over the next few weeks Angela and her mother developed a number of scenarios for Tom's benefit. But in time they ran out of ideas and came to tire of the game they were playing with him. Both mother and daughter wanted sex. Exposing themselves was fun, but it was a poor substitute for having a cock inside their pussies.
Angela decided to take matters into her own hands. If she was going to have sex, she had to do something about it herself. It wasn't just going to happen. The game she and her mother were playing with Tom was getting her anxious for sex other than masturbating. She and her mother had discussed sex often and she had a number of sex education courses in school, beginning in the fifth grade.
She had been masturbating for several years, ever since the day she found out that it was pleasurable to wipe herself after going to the toilet. She kept on wiping herself that day and had her first orgasm. After that she spent a lot of time in the bathroom before she realized that the good feeling had nothing to do with going to the toilet. After that she would masturbate several times a day. Now she wanted to have a cock inside her.
She told her mother she wanted to have sex and was going to try to get Tom to be her first lover. They went to their doctor and got a prescription for birth control pills.
"How do you plan to get Tom to have sex with you, Angela?" her mother asked her.
"I don't know, mom, but I'll think of something."
The next day was Saturday. Angela dressed in shorts and a T shirt and without thinking why, left off her bra as she got on her bike and went for a ride. When she rode down Tom's street she saw him walking on the sidewalk. "Want to go for a bike ride, Tom?"
"I'd love to, Angela, but my bike is in the shop."
"Come with me on mine. You sit on the seat and hold on to me and I'll peddle standing up."
Tom did as Angela suggested and put his hands on her hips as she pumped. It was sexually stimulating to him to be touching her. She felt firm under his hands.
Angela was getting excited too and headed for the woods behind their housing development. She had no plan in mind but felt that if they got into the woods she would think of something.
Tom had a hard-on by now and emboldened by his sexual excitement moved one of his hands on her waist. As she pumped, he let his hands move up and down from her hips to her waist. His cock began to drip precum ooze as his hands played with her. Encouraged by her silence, he let his hands slide further and further up her waist until his thumbs just touched her breasts.
Angela's excitement was mounting as quickly as Tom's with each touch of his hands. Damn, she thought to herself, get your hands on my tits, you fool. As she gave vent to these thoughts she decided to help him. Just as his hands reached the height of their upward movement she bent her knees as she peddled. This moved his hands up so that they were encircling her breasts. She moved up and down on the pedals so that his hands rubbed against her nipples.
Tom grunted in surprise to find his hands on her breasts. He almost pulled them away, but Angela's continued silence stimulated him to keep them there.
They were getting close to the woods. Neither of them spoke a word as Tom kept his balance on the bike by letting his hands touch her breasts. When Angela did not protest his hands being there, he let them cup her breasts, embracing her small firm tits, his thumbs rubbing her nipples.
Both of them were breathing raggedly by now, heated from Tom's playing with her tits. Tom let his left hand move slowly down her body, keeping his equilibrium by holding her right breast with his right hand. His left hand moved down her waist, caressed her stomach and thigh and then he moved it to her crotch.
Angela almost lost control of the bike as Tom's hand reached her groin. She bit her lip as he moved his hand against her cuntal mound, rubbing her through her now sopping wet shorts.
She rode into the woods. "Let's take a break, Tom."
"Ok," said Tom, his voice cracking.
Angela braked to a stop and as soon as they put the bike down she turned to Tom and put her arms around his neck. "Kiss me, Tom."
Hardly believing his ears, Tom hastily grabbed her and put his lips to hers. Angela's mouth opened and her tongue snaked past his lips and reached for his tongue. She pasted her body to his, rubbing her crotch against his hard cock, almost bringing him to an orgasm.
They stood there for what seemed an eternity; their mouths glued together, tongues lashing against each other. Tom ran his hands over her back and down to her ass, pulling her cunt against his crotch tightly.
Angela pulled him down to the soft grass of the woods and he lay on top of her, fucking at her through her shorts. "Oh, Tom. That feels so good. Play with my titties with your hands."
Tom pulled up her T shirt and rubbed her tits with his hands, running them over her breasts, pulling at the nipples with his fingers as he had seen Angela and her mother do. Their acts had been a regular sex education class for him.
Angela reached for his belt and undid it, unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. Tom groaned and rubbed furiously at her tits as she pulled at his cock; the touch of her hands almost making him cum.
"Take off my shorts and panties, Tom. I want you inside me."
"Yes. Oh, God, yes. I want to be inside you too, Angela. This may hurt you at first. I read that it hurts when a girl's hymen is broken."
"Don't worry. I broke my cherry last year with a dildo. I'm ready for you. Now get my things off."
Angela lifted her ass from the ground and Tom pulled off her shorts and panties. Angela spread her legs as Tom lay on her, grabbed his cock and guided it into her hot fuckhole. Tom was so sexually excited that he shot his wad as soon as her cunt embraced his hot rod.
"Oh, Tom!" Cried Angela. "That tears it."
"Don't worry, Angela. I can stay hard for a long time. I have jacked off four times in a row more than once just thinking of you and your mother. Oh, shit. I didn't mean to say that."
Angela put her arms around Tom's neck, smiling as she looked into his eyes. "That's ok, Tom. We have known for a long time that you have been peeping at us. We liked it and had a good time putting on a show for you. I hope you liked it as much as we did. Now make love to me. I have wanted this for a long time."
Tom did just that. His initial blast of semen had relieved the pressure and he began to fuck her in steady strokes, just like the books he had read said to do. Angela fucked back at him, sucking his cock in and massaging it with her virgin cunt.
"Oh, Tom. That is great. Give it to me as hard as you can. Put it in deep. Let me feel your cock inside me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Um. Oh yes. That is super. I'm going to make it. Keep on fucking me. Don't stop."
Angela's arms tightened around Tom's neck and she kissed him deeply as her cunt pounded at his cock. Then her orgasm began to build. She slammed her cunt against him, rubbing her cuntal mound wildly against his crotch, her vagina grasping hungrily at his cock. Her spasming cunt pulling at his turgid cock brought Tom got off for the second time just as Angela's orgasm hit its peak. He thought she was going to break his neck with her hold and bloody his lips from the pressure of her mouth on his.
They lay trembling in each other's arms, his cock throbbing within her vibrating vagina. Their bodies were covered with perspiration and they panted for breath.
"Oh. Wow! Like, man. That was the greatest. Tom. That was super. I have wanted you to make love with me ever since I knew you were peeping at mom and me. Your hot cock in my cunt is the best thing in the world. No dildo can take the place of a real live cock. It feels so hot and hard, yet soft and gentle inside me."
"Angela. I never knew it could be so good. I have had wet dreams of your cunt around my cock. They were nothing like it really is. Your cunt is like nothing I could have imagined. I want to fuck you forever."
Angela's hot vagina clutched at his still hard cock at his words and she planted her feet on the ground, lifting her cunt against him, driving his rod deep inside her. "Nothing is stopping you."
Tom threw his head back and yelled with glee. "Oh, man. This is heaven on earth."
"Kiss and lick my titties, Tom. Fuck me slowly. I want to feel your mouth on my tits and your hard cock deep into my cunt. My hot cunt is all yours. Fuck it."
Tom dropped his mouth to her tits, sucking her nipples past his lips and rubbing them with his tongue. Angela raked his scalp with her fingers and held his mouth to her tits, her head back, mouth open, gasping for breath as little orgasms flooded her body.
They fucked the afternoon away. Tom had four gut wrenching orgasms and Angela lost count of the number of times she made it. They lay together panting.
"Oh, Christ." Tom's cock went limp as he moaned the words.
"What is it, Tom?"
"Shit. You may get pregnant. It only takes one time and I have unloaded in you four times today."
Angela laughed. "Tom. For gosh sakes. Do you think I am a complete ninny? I am taking the pill. Don't worry. I don't want to get pregnant any more than you want me to. Don't give it another thought. Now. Give me a kiss and we will get back home."
As Tom kissed her, Angela moved her body against him, rubbing her tits into his chest and her sopping cunt against his cock.
Angela broke the kiss with a sigh. "What's this?" She said, feeling his cock coming back to life. "Does Tommy's cock want some more pussy?"
"My stupid cock doesn't have any sense, Angela. It doesn't know how sore it is. I have jacked off until I bled and my cock would still be hard. I'm sorry. I can't fuck anymore. It hurts too much."
She rubbed her hot cunt against his tender cock, her soft labia caressing him gently. She moved her hips against him and his cockhead rubbed against her clitoris.
"I understand, Tom. Um. That is super. Just lay still on top of me and let me rub that delicious cock of yours against my clit. I know you are sore from all this fucking but I just want to get off one more time with that cock of yours on my clit. Ah. That is it. Ahhhh. Yesss. That's what I want. Here I come. Hold me tightly, Tom."
Angela's body shuddered as Tom held her tightly. They kissed softly and then dressed.
Angela dropped him off at his house. "See you later, alligator," she laughed.
Tom looked at her beseechingly. "Please, Angela, can we do it again tomorrow? I'll not be sore then. I only stay sore for a day. I won't disappoint you. I want to feel your pussy around my cock so badly."
Feigning uncertainly, Angela looked at him. "Ok. Call me after lunch, about one. Mom has a meeting in the afternoon. Maybe you can come over then."
"That's a promise. I'll call around one o'clock. Thanks so much, Angela for the best day of my life."
And he wasn't kidding. He couldn't believe it even later, that something could feel that good.
Damn! Life was great!
Chapter Two
Angela burst into the house shouting with glee. "Mom! Mom!"
"What is it? Has something happened? Are you all right?" Mrs. Hughes came running into the hallway.
Angela threw her arms around her mother's neck and hugged her tightly, laughing and crying at the same time. "We did it! Oh, God. Did we ever. I am absolutely fucked out. I can't believe it. It was wonderful. It was the greatest."
"What in the world are you talking about, Angela. Settle down and make some sense. You worried me coming in like this, screaming and laughing and crying."
"I'm sorry, mom. I am so excited. Tom and I fucked the afternoon away in the woods behind the housing development." Angela threw herself down on the couch, beaming with pleasure and enthusiasm.
"Well. For heaven's sake. So that's it. I can hardly wait to hear all about it. Get on with it. Tell me everything that happened. I want to hear every detail."
"Mom. It was heaven. I went riding on my bike and saw Tom. I didn't know what I was going to do, but I knew this was my chance to get his prick into me. I got him to ride on the seat as I peddled and managed to maneuver him into playing with me. He thought it was all his idea, I'm sure." Angela giggled at the memory of Tom fumbling to get his hands on her body.
"I had to almost drag him to the ground. Boys are so stupid! I can't believe it. But he finally got the message and we had a ball. I can't believe how great sex is. It is fantastic! He has a big cock for a boy and it stayed hard forever. He finally wore out though, just as you said men did. He was still hard but so sore he couldn't fuck anymore so I used his cock like a dildo and masturbated with it. It was marvelous."
Mrs. Hughes put her arms around Angela and hugged her. "I'm so glad for you, honey. But, look at you! You're a mess. Go get a shower and we can talk some more. I want to hear alt about it. Every bit. I am so thrilled for you."
Angela took a long shower, cleaning her pussy of Tom's semen and scrubbing herself clean. "I'm famished. Having sex made me hungry as a bear. Can we eat now?"
Mrs. Hughes smiled indulgently at her deflowered daughter. "Yes, dear. We can eat now. You can give me every detail as we fix dinner and eat."
Angela went over every moment of her seduction of Tom. They giggled and laughed together as she told of his youthful fumbling.
Mrs. Hughes looked with envy at her daughter as Angela related to her Tom's sexual endurance. "I'm glad for you, babe, but I do begrudge you having a young prick like Tom's. Men my age fuck once and then roll over and go to sleep."
Mrs. Hughes' face and voice saddened as she talked. "Your father was a wonderful lover, but even he had lost his endurance by the time he died. He was so thoughtful of my needs. I miss him so much. He would masturbate me and suck me off before we fucked, but he would still only manage one orgasm before he petered out. I'd lay there in agony, just warmed up. It would be hours before he was ready again. That's when I bought the vibrating dildo I use now. I'd masturbate as he dozed off. Damn. I wish I had a young prick like Tom's to fuck me as silly as you have been fucked."
Angela got up from her chair and put her arms around her mother, trying her best to comfort her. "I feel so happy for myself, but I am sorry you can't have a lover like Tom. There must be something we can do."
Mrs. Hughes patted Angela on the arm. "Thank you, pet. You are so thoughtful. I don't want to spoil your joy with my problems. It's just that I am now entering my sexual peak and I am so horny I could fuck doorknobs. I am delighted for you. Your first fuck was such a nice experience. Sometimes it can be awkward, at first. I am glad yours was so good. I'm just a jealous old lady." She laughed, a melancholy laugh.
"You are not an old lady!" Cried out Angela. "You're a sexy looking young woman. Thirty-five is young and you have kept your figure. I hope I look as good when I am your age."
"Angela. You are very kind to me. I'm just feeling sorry for myself, right now. You are right. I am not a dried up hag and I was sure able to keep Tom's attention when he was peeping, wasn't I?" Mrs. Hughes brightened at the memory of Tom sitting in the tree enthralled as she performed for him.
"You sure did. Tom said he jacked off remembering how you looked when he was peeping at you. He didn't mean to say it, but he admitted he peeped and I told him we knew he was in the tree."
"You didn't? Oh, Angela. What must he think of me!"
"He thinks you're a sexy lady. That's what he thinks. Mom. He is so horny all he can think of is sex."
"Well. I guess young boys do fantasize about older women, Angela. And women my age do look at young boys and think of all that sexual energy they have. Too bad women don't marry men who are ten or twelve years younger than they are. They would match up sexually a lot better. Tom is horny now, but he will reach his peak in another five years. Then watch out!"
"When are you going to see Tom again, Angela?"
"I told him to call me tomorrow afternoon; that you would be away and we could use our house. I hope you don't mind."
"That's ok, honey. There is one thing. Young boys like to brag about their conquests. You make him promise not to talk about you. Tell him you won't let him fuck you anymore if he ever tells. Men want pussy more than they want money. The one thing we women have is 100 percent of the pussy men want. We have to use that knowledge to keep them in line. Don't ever let him know how horny you are. Let him think you are doing him a favor by letting him in your pussy."
"I'll remember that, mom. And I will make him promise when I see him tomorrow. You are right about him wanting my pussy. He all but begged to see me again tomorrow; promised his cock would be in shape by then. He will do anything I want. He wants my pussy so badly he'll promise to keep quiet." Angela giggled, remembering the anxious look on Tom's face as he pleaded to see her again. Her young cunt twitched at the thought of his anxious look.
"You have a good time tomorrow while I am at my meeting. I'll be back after dinner. The meeting is planned to last until six. Then we have a dinner speaker and discussion. I should be home about nine. What will you do sexually tomorrow, honey? It is up to you to plan the sex you want. Men are so dumb about sex. We women have to educate them."
"I hadn't thought about it, mom. Fuck. I guess."
"Of course, fuck, honey. But there is more to sex than fucking. Let me give you a magazine about oral sex. It will give you some ideas. Variety in sex is what makes it interesting. There are only so many things you can do, sexually, but it is good to vary what you do. Get Tom to go down on you tomorrow. I guarantee you, it will be an experience you will not forget. A good eating out is wonderful by itself or as foreplay. It get you're juices flowing; believe me."
Angela hugged her mother. "Oh, mom. I couldn't ever have a better mother than you. You are super. Thanks so much for all your advice and help. I'll read the magazine carefully and let you know tomorrow night how things worked out."
Angela lay in bed masturbating as she turned the pages of the magazine. There were several stories describing how women enticed men to have oral sex with them. After she finished the magazine she fingered her clit as she carefully worked out a plan to get Tom to eat her pussy, orgasming several times as she contemplated having his head between her legs. She finally fell asleep, hand between her legs.
The next morning Angela described her plan to her approving mother, who made minor suggestions regarding the way she should dress.
Angela's mother hugged her goodbye as she left for her meeting. "Good luck, honey. I know it will work out just as you have planned it. Tell me all about it when I get back. Bye now."
"Goodbye mother. See you and thanks for your help."
Right at one the phone rang. Angela let it ring five times before she answered. "Hello."
"Angela. It's Tom. Hi."
Angela thrilled as she heard the tension in his voice. "Hi, Tom. How are you?"
"How am I? God. Angela. I'm still floating on a cloud and anxious to see you. Has your mother left?"
"Yes. She left an hour ago. Give me thirty minutes to dress. I just got out of the shower and I still haven't toweled off." Angela, shivered salaciously, knowing her words would raise his desire to fever pitch, as he thought of her wet and naked body.
Tom's voice was hoarse with passion as he responded. "All right. Thirty minutes."
Angela put on one of her dad's white silk shirts, unbuttoned to expose the tops of her unfettered firm young breasts. The only other thing she wore was a pair of black nylon bikini panties which barely covered her crotch and through which could be seen clearly her youthful pubic hair.
Right on time the doorbell rang.
Tom gaped at her as she held the door open for him to enter. "God. You look so damn sexy." Tom reached for her with his arms, but she turned away, walking coquettishly in front of him, her hips swinging, asscheeks bobbing sexily in front of his eyes.
She sat down on the couch in the living room, patting the seat next to her for him to sit down. "Miss me?" She asked, looking at him from the corners of her eyes, her right hand resting lightly on his cheek while her left hand touched the back of his neck.
Tom's response was to pull her to him in a strong embrace, kissing her fiercely.
Angela answered his ardent lips by opening her mouth and letting his tongue slide past her lips and into her mouth. Her soft lips clung to his as their tongues touched. She sucked in his tongue, holding it in her mouth as she teased his tongue with hers. When he, gasping for breath, withdrew his tongue, she slid hers past his willing lips, massaging the inside of his mouth, moving her lips against his. Angela used her tongue, lips, and teeth, pressing against him, lashing his tongue, biting his lips with little nips.
They broke their kiss to breathe and then kissed again and again, their lips and tongues doing a frenzied sexual dance. Angela ran her right hand with a silken touch down his chest and to his thigh, rubbing delicately the raging hardon that threatened to tear through the jeans he was wearing.
Her touch galvanized Tom into action. His right arm was around Angela's shoulders, holding her to him as he moved his left hand to her breasts. He squeezed them through the silk shirt, rubbing her nipples with his palm until they were erect and hard. Angela's kiss became even more impassioned as he caressed her breasts, her fingers digging into his scalp, urging him on.
Angela pulled away from their embrace and lay back on the couch, one leg and foot on the couch, the other on the floor. She had worked out her position carefully when she planned how to get him to eat her pussy.
"Would you like to unbutton my shirt and kiss my breasts," she asked, making her eyes widen with desire.
"Are you kidding? I'd love to."
Tom's fingers, shaking with desire, fumbled as he undid the buttons one by one, exposing her firm, youthful breasts. He leaned forward awkwardly and lowered his mouth to her right breast licking at the nipple, kissing the firm yet soft flesh.-
"That feels nice, Tom. It makes me feel excited to have you kiss my breast. Do you want to suck on my nipple and pull my breast into your mouth?"
Tom nodded without speaking and did as she suggested, completely unaware that Angela was dictating his behavior. He hungrily lapped at her breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth, pulling as much of her breast into his mouth as he could as he licked at the nipple and breast. Angela played with the back of his neck and ran her hands through his hair, rubbing his scalp as he slaved over her breast. She purred contentedly as Tom responded to her wishes.
"Um. That is so nice. I have another breast too, you know. You can play with this one with your hand while you lick and suck on the other one."
"Oh. I will, Angela. I love to lick and suck on your titties and to touch them with my hands. You feel so good under my mouth and hands. Your skin is so exciting to kiss. I can't get enough of you."
Angela looked over his head resting on her breast and smiled widely, almost laughing with the pure joy his words brought to her. He was getting high on her breasts and the higher he got the easier it would be to get him to lick and kiss the rest of her body. "I'm so pleased you like to kiss and suck on my breasts. They are eager for your mouth and tongue. Keep it up. You are making me feel so passionate."
As she said this, Angela reached down and touched his crotch, rubbing his hardon, raising his sexual temperature to a towering peak. He almost came in his pants from her touch.
Tom licked one breast and then the other, sucking her soft tissue into his mouth, rubbing the nipples with his tongue as he sucked her breasts inside his mouth. He licked at her globes and the valley between her engorged breasts.
"Tom," Angela moaned. "You make my skin hunger for your kisses. Your tongue on my skin is so arousing. Do you like the taste and touch of my skin?"
Tom tore his mouth away from one of her breasts long enough to tell her. "It is delicious. I could eat you up. You taste so good."
Angela tingled at hearing his words of hungry desire. She was leading him just as she had planned, and he was getting her turned on by the way he used his mouth. She made her voice drip with sexual innuendo as she replied."That is so nice of you, Tom. I am glad you like how I taste and feel. There is more of me than my breasts, you know."
Angela took her hands from the back of his neck as she said this, suggestively running them down her flat stomach and across her bikini-covered crotch to her thighs and then back over her head, arching her breasts with the graceful movement of her hands.
Tom's mouth, as if led by her hands, moved from her breasts to the tender skin of her stomach.
Angela's pussy pulsed and juiced her honeyed fluids into her bikini panties as his mouth and tongue began to kiss and lick at her feverished skin.
Tom was stoned on the feel and taste of her. His brain was now an extension of his hard cock. He licked at her navel, sending shivers of excitement through her body, sucked it into his mouth and slavered over her from her breasts to her bikini panties. His tongue traced tickling passages across her heaving flesh, set on fire by his licking.
He crawled off the couch onto the floor. He had been leaning over her body from the seat next to her and he was getting sore from the awkward position he had been in, as his mouth moved down from her breasts to her stomach. He got on his knees between her legs, never stopping his lapping of her soft and yielding skin, running his tongue over and over again between her breasts and her bikini panties.
As Angela's passion rose her pussy gushed more of its thick juices into her panties, filling them with an aromatic sexual scent. Tom sniffed at her panties, pulling their pussy juice filled fragrance into his flaring nostrils. The smell of pussy brought a rush of saliva to his mouth. He panted with desire for her pussy as he looked at her crotch, barely concealed under the flimsy material of her nylon panties. His eyes glazed as thoughts of her cunt filled his head. He didn't know why, but he knew he had to have his mouth on her pussy. His tongue reached out and he kissed the skin between her navel and the bikinis. He ran his tongue along the ridged top of her bikini panties, stimulating himself by the feel of the soft nylon under his tongue.
In a sexual daze, Tom heard Angela's voice.
"Um. That feels so good, Tom. Your mouth and tongue are heating me up. I am feeling so sexy. You are an incredible lover, Tom. You know just what to do."
Encouraged by her voice into thinking he was taking the lead, he licked his way down her thigh and to her groin, kissing her inner thigh and mouthing the sensitive flesh. He licked his way across her heaving stomach to her other thigh and paid its inner flesh the same homage with his tongue and mouth. Then in a dazed frenzy of sexual desire he put his mouth to her crotch and kissed the sodden panties gently, fearing Angela's anger from such a bold move, but unable to control his craving for pussy. He was tasting pussy for the first time in his young life.
He breathed deeply of the rich and heady aroma emanating from her overheated cunt and in a frenzy of passion pressed his mouth hard against the soaked nylon plastered against her cunt lips, desperately seeking to get at her pussy. He flayed his tongue wildly against the nylon band that separated his mouth from her pussy, hopelessly entangled in a web of lust that was beyond his control. He pushed the cloth aside with his tongue, licking as much as he could at her labia.
Unable to think, he kissed and licked at her panties, hoping that somehow he would reach his target but unable to think clearly enough to formulate a plan.
Angela was in a state of ecstasy. Tom's eager yet futile efforts to get at her pussy raised her to new heights of sexual pleasure. His mouth on her panties and his slashing tongue told her all she wanted to know. His hunger to eat her pussy had turned off his brain. All his energy was concentrated on getting her pussy in his mouth. She quivered with excitement, relishing the thought of his mouth at last on her hot pussy. It was time to let him have what he wanted.
She put her hands on his head, gently rubbing his scalp as if she were scratching a pet cat or dog. Making her voice as seductive as possible she asked him: "Do you want to kiss and lick my pussy Tom? Is that what you want to do?"
He lifted his head from her crotch and looked at her with dazed and unseeing eyes, helplessly caught up in lust. He knew he had to have her pussy under his mouth. "Yes," he panted.
Angela looked at him through hooded, thoughtful eyes. She wanted him to think that it was entirely his idea. "Are you sure that is what you want, Tommy? I'll let you if you are certain that is what you want to do. I'll let you lick me anywhere if it makes you happy."
Tom's voice was reckless with passionate desire as he answered. "Yes. Oh, Angela. Please let me kiss your pussy. I want to lick it and suck it in my mouth. Let me take off your panties so I can kiss your pussy."
Angela thrilled at his words. Certain now that Tom was convinced that eating her pussy was his own idea, she lifted her ass from the couch. "If that is what you want, you can take off my panties and lick my pussy."
Tom almost tore her panties off in his ravenous desire to feel her pussy under his mouth. He stared at her pouting labia, swollen by desire, framed by the downy fuzz of her pubescent pubic hair. He had never really looked at her pussy the day before when they fucked. He thought it looked beautiful and delicious.
He lowered his mouth to her pussy lips. His heavy breath fanning her pubic hair and her labia sent shivers of wanton desire through Angela's body. It took all her self control to keep from grabbing his head and pulling his mouth against her pussy, but she wanted him to think he was controlling what was taking place. Tom kissed her cunt lips gently, almost reverently, and hesitantly ran his tongue between her reddened pussy lips, covered with dewdrops of her flowing juice. He lapped up and swallowed these juices, savoring their taste, sending shivers of sexual excitement through Angela's body.
Tom licked his lips with pleasure, tasting again her pungent pussy juice, before he returned his attention to her labia, running his tongue between the tender soft red lips.
Angela's hips moved spasmodically in response to his touch, thrusting her cunt into his mouth. Her first experience at oral sex sent waves of passion through her body and she felt her vagina quiver with pleasure as well as anticipation of what was to come. It was more than she had expected, more than anything she had read last night had been able to lead her to foresee.
Yet she wanted to make sure Tom believed it was his desire that was being satisfied, not hers; that she was letting him do what he wanted to do.
"Do you like the touch and feel of my pussy on your mouth, Tom? Do you still want to lick and kiss my pussy? We can stop if you don't want to do it anymore." She rubbed her pussy lips against his face as she spoke, inflaming his passions even more.
"Angela. I never wanted anything more in my life. Your pussy is so soft and warm, so moist and delicious. It tastes and smells so good. I have to have it. Please let me lick and kiss your pussy."
"All right, Tom. If that is what you want." Angela smiled at him, a warm, loving smile, blew him a kiss, and put her hands behind his head, pulling his mouth to her pussy. "I like it too, Tom. Go ahead."
Tom responded with a furious licking of her cunt lips, sucking her entire labia into his mouth as he licked at her lips.
A series of small pre-orgasm thrills flooded Angela's vagina and sent messages of supreme delight to her brain; she squirmed with sexual pleasure, her head back and mouth open, gasping for breath as her first oral sexual experience began in earnest.
Tom, his benumbed brain remembering what he had seen through the bathroom window and how Angela had used his prick to masturbate the day before, searched for her sensitive clitoris with his tongue.
He parted her pussy lips with his sluicing tongue and licked his way up to this most responsive part of her anatomy. Angela gasped as his tongue reached what her fingers had so often massaged. Softer than her finger, almost teasing in its touch, his tongue lapped at her clit, sending her toward her first oral orgasm.
"Yes, Tom," she panted. "That's it. Lick my clit with your tongue. Keep it up. Make your tongue hard and rub my clit. You are going to bring me to an orgasm if you keep licking my clit."
Tom needed no urging. In his sexually excited state, he had to lick her clit. Up and down her clit went his tongue, over and over again.
Angela was clawing at her breasts, mashing them under her palms, pinching her nipples until they ached with pleasurable pain. She panted for breath, sucking in huge mouthfuls of air as Tom's tongue worked her toward her first oral orgasm. Then it began, little ripples of pleasure, then waves cascading through her body, and finally a torrent washing over her. Her legs flew apart and she reached down with her hands and pulled Tom's mouth hard against her pussy, jamming his tongue against her clit as the orgasm thundered through her body.
"Oh, God. Tom. Tom. That was the greatest. It was pure joy."
Tom relaxed and looked up at her, excited by the sight of her downy cunt before his eyes and her pretty tits rising and falling. It was fun to bring her off this way, he thought. He could tell Angela really liked it. It was more than her words. She had that dreamy look he remembered from yesterday when they had fucked.
Angela, coming down from her first orally-induced orgasm knew she wanted more of Tom's mouth. Wow, she mused. He sure put his mouth and tongue to work once the panties were out of the way. That first orgasm was great; now it was time to get his mouth back to work.
Angela lifted her ass off the couch, hunching her pussy into Tom's face. She rotated her ass and rubbed her wet pussy lips all around his face, sending a tactile message of sexual pleasure rippling to his brain. She wrapped her legs around his neck and held his mouth to her cunt. Tentatively, he pushed his tongue at her vagina, past her engorged labia and into her fuck channel.
Reflexively, her vagina closed around his probing tongue. Tom felt a wave of excitement rush through his body as her vagina spasmed around his tongue. He pushed his tongue in as far as he could.
Angela fucked at his stabbing tongue with her cunt, wanting to feel his tongue deep inside her.
"Yes, Tommy. Fuck at my cunt with your tongue. Drive it into my pussy as far as you can. Let me feel your tongue deep inside me."
With alacrity, Tom submitted to her command, shoving his tongue as deeply into her hot pussy as he could, pulling it out and shoving it in again and again. He thrilled to the feel of her vagina clasping his tongue in its grasp and strove to penetrate as far as he could into her hungry fuckhole.
Angela fucked at his face with her pussy, reveling at the feel of his tongue inside her, at the feel of the probing tip sliding past her sensitive pussy lips and the fat portion of his tongue striving to invade her to the depths. She felt another orgasm growing within her as he tongue fucking her cunt. She pushed her crotch down, forcing his tongue from her cunt.
"My clit, Tommy. I am going to come soon, use your tongue and mouth on my clit."
Tom instantly complied, placing his mouth over her clit and licking it until he felt her climax. He reduced the force of his licking of her clit; now just barely touching it as she shuddered through the aftershocks of her orgasm. Instead of going back to her love channel, though, he continued to softly lap at her clit, like a breeze blowing on a flower.
Angela trembled as Tom continued to lick her clit softly. She could not believe that she was ready for another orgasm so soon after the last one, but she sure was. His tongue was bringing her off again. Oh, God. So soon. This must be heaven. His soft tongue is going to bring me off again and I have not recovered from the last one. Oh. My God. Here it comes. She bumped her pussy forcefully against his face, forcing his tongue hard against her clit.
Understanding this unspoken command, Tom lashed at her clit, hardening his tongue as he did to increase the pressure on her clit.
Angela thrashed about on the couch as her orgasm built in power and then rushed through her quaking body, washing her brain with pleasant sexual release. She held Tom's head to her pussy with her hands and locked her legs around his neck, grinding his face with her sopping crotch as she hit the peak of her climax.
Weakly, Angela released his head from the twin grasp of her hands and legs, her body "quivering from the excruciating pleasure of her orgasm. Her muscles felt as if they were made of jello as she gasped for breath.
Tom, so sexually charged that there was no room in his numb brain for any thought other than mouthing and licking her pussy, lapped gently at her labia, sucking the red and swollen lips into his mouth as he sluiced his tongue back and forth between her pussy lips, flicking her hardened clit with each stroke.
Then he felt an overwhelming urge to suck her clit just as he had sucked her nipples. In an unthinking act of lust he moved his mouth to her clit and sucked it past his lips and into his mouth, rubbing it at the very tip with his tongue as he did. His sucking moved her clit in and out between her inner lips, adding to the friction of his lips and tongue.
A scream of pure wanton lust came from Angela as he sucked her clit into his mouth.
Tom lifted his head in alarm, looking questioningly at Angela, fearful that he had hurt her.
"Don't stop, Tom. Don't stop. Suck my clit. Oh, God. Keep sucking and tonguing my clit."
Reassured, Tom went back to her clit, sucking it in and out of his mouth, past his lips, to his waving tongue. He sucked at a steady pace, building her orgasm bit by bit until the sexual tension was finally released in a torrent. Her cunt spewed juices over Tom's chin and he hastily put his mouth to her hot and dripping pussy lips to lick and swallow the flowing juices from her. He nearly choked from the flood but managing to swallow her honey as it came from her pulsing cunt.
Tom worked at her cunt with his mouth and tongue and then returned to her clit.
Now Angela relaxed on the couch, letting Tom bring her to one climax after another. Her body lay in slack repose between orgasms as she recovered from the sexual stress that his tongue produced and then tensed in sexual excitement as another orgasm washed over her. It was wonderful, but after several hours of this she knew she had to stop Tom. She was near collapse. She did not know how many orgasms she had, only that her limbs were sore from being alternately tightened and relaxed as Tom licked her to orgasm after orgasm.
She reached down and pulled his head away from her crotch, asking him. "Tom. have you liked doing this?"
"Oh, yes, Angela. I am so happy you let me lick and suck on your pussy." Tom tried to return his head to her pussy but Angela put her legs together and held his head forcefully in her hands, keeping his slobbering mouth away from her crotch.
"There is one thing, Tom. Have you told anyone about our making love yesterday or that you were going to come over here today?"
"Oh, no, Angela. I would never do that."
"Tom. You must promise me that you will never tell anyone that we make love. If you do tell anyone, I will never let you lick my pussy again."
"Angela. I swear I would never tell. I would die before I would tell anyone. No one will ever know what we do. Please. Let me lick your pussy some more."
Angela looked at him sternly and spoke to him in a cold voice. "Remember. If I ever find out that you have told anyone that we have had sex I will never, ever let you lick and suck on my pussy again. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, Angela. Cross my heart and hope to die. Now. Can I lick your pussy some more. You taste so good and It is such a thrill when you have an orgasm. It feels so good when I feel your orgasm coming and when you make it."
Angela smiled at him as he kneeled at her feet, patted him on the cheek. "All right, Tom. You can suck me off one more time. Then we have to stop so I can clean up before mother comes home." She opened her legs, looking him in the face as she did, glorying in the look of lust on his face as he looked at her pussy.
She continued to look at him, holding his eyes with hers as she reached down with her hands and slowly opened her pussy lips so that her red and moist cunt was fully exposed to his view. "Remember. You'll never see or lick this again if you ever say one word to anyone about what we do."
Tom stared at her pulsing cunt, mesmerized by the sight of what he so deeply wanted to have his mouth on; watching dazed as Angela took her hands away, raised them and put them behind her head, her breasts lifting sexily as she did. She closed her eyes and nodded to him to continue doing what he so urgently wanted to do.
Tom instantly dropped his face to her crotch, his mouth on her pussy. He began to lick slowly at her lips and clit. Since this was to be his last for the day, he was going to draw every bit of pleasure out of it for himself, and her, as he could.
Angela purred with contentment. Wow. It had worked just as she had planned. Tom not only was eating her pussy, he had begged for it and was pleading with her to let him continue. She shivered as he licked at her clit with little feathery touches. The little devil is prolonging it.
Well, let him. He earned it and it feels good to have my pussy teased.
Um. He sure is learning fast. That mouth and tongue of his could be in a magazine story. Wow. This is going to be the bestest yet. I'll fuck at his face with my pussy. I noticed that when I did that before he really lapped away. Yes. Rubbing my lips against his mouth and face gets him going even more. He likes me to push my pussy in his face.
Well. I like it too. There is something especially delicious about rubbing my pussy in his face. It is fun to rotate my ass and rub my pussy juice all over his face. What will he do if I push my pussy at his nose?
Oh. Um. That is super. He is trying to push his nose into my cunt! Wow. It feels funny to feel his breath from his nose inside my pussy. Oh. I love it. I'm so glad he likes licking me off. Oh. I feel it building. It is so exciting when he puts his mouth on my pulsing pussy after I have an orgasm to lick up and swallow the juices my pussy puts out. It's as if he thinks I give him my juices just for him to lick up. I had no idea I had that much in me.
Well, Tommy boy. Get ready to suck and lick away. I am going to pour it on.
Tom felt her orgasm rush through her body, knowing he had brought off a super climax for her last one. Maybe she would be so excited that she would let him bring her off again. He ran his tongue gently over her clit, hoping she would want one more orgasm.
Instead, he felt Angela push his head down to her cunt lips, through which her vagina was pouring out a river of thick sweet cunt juice.
He heard her voice, vibrant with sexuality. "Don't you want to lick up my juices, Tommy?"
"Oh. Yes, Angela I just love to suck up your pussy juices," he told her.
Angela responded by pushing her soaking crotch against his face, urging him on. He thrust his tongue into her pussy, lapping up her flowing honey and swallowing it as fast as he could.
"That's a good boy, Tommy. It feels good to have you lick up my juices. You do like to lick up my juices, don't you? You're not doing it just because I like the feel of your mouth on my pussy, are you?"
"Oh. Angela," Tommy gasped as he licked up and swallowed the last drops of her flowing honey. "I love it. I'm so glad you like it too. I so like licking and sucking on your pussy and your clit and to have my tongue in your vagina. Thank you for letting Angela pulled his head away from her crotch. "Now. It is getting late, Tom. Mother will be home before long and you have worn me out. What you have been doing has been wonderful."
She reached down and kissed him, licking at her own pussy juices as she tongued him mouth. "Fuck me with your cock now and then I have to clean up before mother comes home. You must be ready to burst."
In fact, Tom's balls hurt more than he had ever hurt before. He barely got his hot hard dick into her grasping vagina before he came with a rush. The release was more exciting than ever, even though he had not done more than put his cock in her pussy. The extended eating of her pussy had over sensitized his cock.
"Angela. Thank you so much. When can we do this again."
"You are welcome, Tom. I enjoyed it too. I don't know when we can do it again. It depends on mother's schedule. I'll see you in school tomorrow and we can talk about it then."
Tom dressed quickly and Angela gave him a sexy kiss goodbye, pressing her cunt against his crotch as they embraced, delighted to feel his young virile cock come back to life.
"Goodbye, Tom. See you tomorrow in class."
"Goodbye, Angela. See you."
Exhausted, Angela could hardly shower. She left a hastily scrawled note for her mother, telling her she'd see her in the morning and then dragged her body to bed. She had loved every minute of the afternoon, but she was sure worn out. She could feel every muscle. That Tom sure could wear a girl out, she giggled, as she fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter Three
Tom went home, showered and then went to his bedroom and jacked off three times, visions of Angela's lovely cunt dancing in his mind. He couldn't believe that he had been eating Angela's pussy all afternoon.
He had heard older boys talk about "pussy eaters" as if they were beneath contempt; some sort of degenerates. Man, he thought to himself, were those guys ever wrong! Eating pussy was the next best thing to fucking, and he wasn't sure if it might not even be better than fucking. He had found out yesterday that he could only fuck so long and then he was done, but he could eat pussy all day.
Gosh. He was lucky that Angela let him suck on her pussy. He sure had to work to get her panties off to get his mouth on her pussy. She made it clear that it was up to him; that she didn't want him to do something he didn't want to do.
Tom half dozed off and half daydreamed, exhausted from the day's sexual activity, yet still charged up from his first experience with oral sex. He replayed the day over and over. Angela was so sexy looking in her dad's shirt and those black panties.
She was super, letting him lick her pussy when he let her know he wanted to. Her skin was so soft and yet firm, not flabby, but tender-like. And her cunt was like nothing he ever experienced, so warm and a different kind of silky softness. It was like licking warm ice cream, if such a thing ever existed. Her cunt lips were sort of rubbery and slippery, sliding in and out of his mouth. And sucking her clit into his mouth was the greatest thing in the world, that was for sure.
Angela liked his licking. He could tell from the way she had pushed her pussy into his face after she had her first orgasm. That was her way of saying she wanted more. She wouldn't have let him lick and suck her so long if she didn't want him to. Man. How many times did she cum? He shivered, remembering her legs locked around his neck, holding his mouth to her pussy and how she humped her cunt into his face when she came. It was so much fun, so damned exciting to feel her have an orgasm.
Wow. The way her pussy shook and vibrated around his tongue. And when she got excited she'd hold her pussy so close to my mouth I could hardly breath.
Oh. Man alive. What a turn on. Tom finally fell into a deep sleep and dreamed that he was fucking Angela's mother. He woke up and found a puddle of jism pouring from his hard cock. He remembered his dream and how Mrs. Hughes had looked when he peeped at her. Why would she let him watch her masturbate?
Wow. She sure had a figure. Angela's was nice, but she was still a girl. Mrs. Hughes had a hairy cunt and big tits. His mouth watered, remembering how her cunt looked; thick hair surrounding fat pussy lips and an engorged clitoris. His body trembled with excitement thinking of sucking her clit into his mouth and having her cunt around his cock. Oh, gosh. He would sure like to have sex with Mrs. Hughes.
* * *
Angela woke up just in time to get dressed for school, her muscles still aching from the workout she had with Tom. Her mother had left her a note, telling her she wanted to hear all about yesterday! Angela smiled and her pussy pulsed as a picture of Tom kneeling between her legs with his mouth glued to her hot cunt flashed in her brain. She had a lot to tell. She ate a light breakfast, grabbed the lunch her mother had fixed for her, and biked to school.
Angela winked and smiled at Tom as she passed him in the hall, hurrying because she was almost late for her first class. She smiled inwardly at the sight of his tortured smile. Wow. Oh man, she thought. Tom was even more eager than she realized, if she read that look right. Well. She was plenty eager herself, but her mother had taught her to keep that information to herself.
Tom had been in agony, waiting for Angela before school. He had gotten there early, wanting to talk with her and make another date. When she was late, he felt let down and abandoned. Her wink and smile perked him up. At least she wasn't mad at him. He had been afraid that she had second thoughts about what had happened yesterday and would avoid him. He felt relieved by her cheerful greeting.
Tom went to his first class and then rushed to his English class, wanting to catch Angela before class. To his delight, she got there just as he did. He almost kissed her; he was so excited. "Hi, Angela. How are you?"
"Hi, Tom. I'm fine, but a little sore." She smiled archly at him as she said this.
"Me too, Angela. But it was worth it. I'd like to get sore again soon."
"Oh, Tom. You are the limit. I haven't had a chance to talk with mother, so I don't know when we can see each other again. It may be a while, though. We have six week's tests coming up soon and I need to cram for them. And we both have things to do after school."
Tom's face fell. He accepted the truth of what Angela said. He needed to study and she was right about after school work. He had a paper route and Angela helped her mother more than ever, since her dad's death.
"You're right, Angela. But it is going to be difficult. Could we study together this weekend? Our English and social studies tests are next Monday and Tuesday. At least we can be together." He leaned over and whispered into her ear. "Maybe I can lick your pussy while you read aloud to me from our notes."
Angela flushed, thoughts of Tom's head between her legs eating her pussy sent a shiver through her body. Gosh. He really did like eating her out! Yesterday was no fluke.
"I'll talk to mom. If she will let us, we can study in what was Dad's study." She squeezed his hand suggestively. "We can be alone there."
Tom's heart skipped a beat at her touch and at the double meaning of her last words. He gulped, his voice squeaking with excitement. "That would be super, Angela. I hope your mom will say yes."
"The bell will ring in a minute, Tom. We better get inside and seated or that old bitch will chew us out."
They hurried inside just as the bell rang, earning a stern look from Miss Charles.
Tom and Angela managed to get through the day in spite of their supercharged sexual desires. They both wanted to get back to where they had left off the day before, but could not and so felt extreme frustration.
Tom hurried off to his paper route and Angela went home to cut the grass.
* * *
"Now. Tell me all about yesterday, Angela. I am dying to hear all about it. We can talk while we work. Your note was just a tease." Angela's mother was fixing dinner and Angela was emptying the dishwasher and setting the table.
"Mother. It was fantastic. More than fantastic. I don't know words that can tell you how it felt to have Tom licking my clit. And do you know what he did?" Without waiting for an answer, Angela went on. "He licked up and swallowed my cum! God. It felt great to have him licking into my vagina and sucking my juices out. And, like wow. He can fuck for a long time but he can eat pussy forever! I had to make him stop. He acted like he was high on drugs and just wanted more and more."
"Did you talk to him about keeping his mouth shut?"
"He won't talk. I'm sure of that. After he had been eating me for hours I pulled his mouth off my clit and held my pussy lips open so he had a good look at all of me. I told him he would never see it or lick it again if he talked. I thought he was going to cry when I told him. You should have seen the look on his face, and heard him. He won't talk. I can't believe how much he wants to get his face into my pussy again. I feel my juices filling my panties now, just thinking about it."
Mrs. Hughes wiped her hands on the kitchen towel, walked over to Angela and hugged her tightly to her. "I'm so happy for you. And proud of you too. You have learned to take charge of your own sexual satisfaction. I'm sure Tom will keep quiet. Once a boy or man tastes pussy, he wants more. I don't know what it is, but they just go crazy for it."
Angela put her arms around her mother's neck and kissed her cheek. "Mom. I'm so happy. But I am also sad that you can't have what I am experiencing."
Mrs. Hughes patted Angela on the back as she had when she was a child. "Honey. I'll work something out."
"Mom. I almost forgot. Tom and I have six week's tests next week and we both have the same English and social studies teachers. Can he come over Saturday and Sunday and study with me? We can use the room that was dad's study."
"Are you sure you will get some studying done? From what you have told me, studying is the last thing on your mind."
Angela giggled. "Well. We might party a little."
She and her mother both laughed then, knowing that there would be more than a little partying going on.
"Please, mom."
Mrs. Hughes' mind was racing as Angela spoke. Tom was a handsome boy, big for his age. God. What was she thinking. A series of visions flashed before her: of Tom fucking Angela, Tom outside the bathroom window while she masturbated and posed for him, Tom eating out Angela's pussy. She flushed, as a mental image of Tom fucking her intruded. She shook her head as Angela repeated her plea.
"Mom. Mom. Please."
Mrs. Hughes struggled to control her voice as she answered. "All right, Angela. But you must make Tom promise that there will be more time spent on studying than on sex. If your test results from English and social studies are not as high or higher than they were last six weeks, I won't let you study together again."
Angela squealed with delight, hugging and kissing her mother. "Don't worry, mom. We'll study."
Angela gave Tom the good news the next day. He was to come over around ten in the morning and they would work until dinner. They would do the same thing on Sunday.
Tom, Angela, and Mrs. Hughes also, spent a sexually frustrated week waiting impatiently for Saturday to come. There was a lot of masturbating going on behind closed doors as each of them sought release from their horny state.
Barbara Hughes was in torment. She was so horny. She had been telling Angela the truth when she told her that she was ready to fuck doorknobs. Her vibrating dildo was no substitute for a hot prick or a licking tongue. Angela's sexual activity did not help any. More and more her masturbation fantasies involved Tom; sucking her breasts, fucking her, licking on her clit.
Unknown to Angela and Mrs. Hughes, Tom's fantasies included Mrs. Hughes as often as they did Angela. He couldn't get her lush figure out of his mind.
The three were in a high state of sexual awareness when, right at ten sharp, Tom showed up at the Hughes' house, books in hand and a raging hardon already tenting out his pants. He was embarrassed by the way his hard cock pushed out his jeans, and tried to cover it with his books. He pushed at the doorbell, his hand shaking as thoughts of Angela and Mrs. Hughes raced through his over stimulated mind.
"I'll get the door Angela," he heard Mrs. Hughes say. Barbara had thought long and hard about how to dress when Tom came. She had a large wardrobe of sexy clothes. Her husband and she had often played sex games in which she would dress up. It added extra excitement to their sex lives. Sexy clothes were part of the variety she had told Angela about. It stimulated her and her husband to higher levels of sexual activity for her to dress as a harem girl, a street whore, belly dancer, and the like.
She discarded all these costumes in favor of simplicity; a pair of tight jeans, high heels that thrust her pelvis forward provocatively and emphasized the shapeliness of her calves, and a blouse that hung loosely, but did not conceal the curves of her full breasts.
"Hi, you must be Tom," she said, extending her hand to him. She gave him a knowing smile. "We haven't actually met, have we?" She told him, arching her eyebrows, her eyes twinkling.
Tom gulped, trying to find some saliva to moisten his mouth so he could speak. His hand was wet with perspiration as he croaked a reply. "Hi. Mrs. Hughes. Nice to meet you." God. She looked so damned sexy. The jeans clung to her slim figure. The crotch was creased as it molded itself to her cuntlips. Her hard nipples pushed out the cloth of her blouse. His mouth was suddenly filled with saliva and he swallowed several times, fearful he would be drooling in a minute.
Barbara liked the effect her figure had upon him and decided to heat him up some more. She squeezed his hand gently, then let it go as she turned to lead him into the living room. She walked with slow, deliberate steps, swiveling her hips in an exaggerated serpentine motion, her asscheeks, tightly encased in her jeans rolling tantalizingly as she walked.
She heard Tom's quick inward breath, smiling as she realized how sexy she must look to this teenage boy. Her vagina quivered and she felt her hot cunt begin to juice.
Tom followed her into the room, his eyes glued to her bouncing asscheeks. His cock began to leak precum fluid into his shorts.
"Tom's here, Angela," she called to her daughter. Angela came down the stairs, wearing a miniskirt and T shirt. She looked at Tom staring at her mother's ass, smiling inwardly as she noted the tent Tom's prick was making and the beginning of a stain as his cock continued to leak into his shorts and through them to his jeans. Mom sure has Tom heated up and ready.
"Hi Tom," she said, as she flashed him a smile. "Ready to get to work?"
"Hi, Angela," he said, with a starved look on his face. "Yeah. As ready as I'll ever be."
"I'll let you two get to work. I'm going to go upstairs and get started on some cleaning." With that, Barbara Hughes walked up the stairs, her hips and asscheeks again sending their sexual message to Tom.
Tom could hardly wait to get his hands on Angela as entered the study, pulling her into his arms and kissing her with a deep soul kiss, tongue and lips working feverishly.
Angela responded, not able to control her own excitement; relishing the rising tide she felt in her loins and the unabashed voracity expressed by Tom. She ground her crotch against Tom's hardon, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and pulling it out suggestively.
Tom ran his hands over her body, lifting her short skirt and clutching at her ass. His hands trembled from the yearning he felt in his loins, as his hands her asscheeks covered by the thin cloth of her panties. When she dressed, Angela had at first thought she would dispense with panties. After all, they were going to make love and panties would just get in the way.
Then she remembered the fun it had been to watch Tom gnash and suck at her panties as he sought to get his mouth on her pussy. Why not let him work for it again? Her pussy had twitched at the thought of his drooling mouth soaking her panties.
A good part of sex was the foreplay involved and last week Tom had provided her with many little flutters of orgasmic excitement when he mouthed her cunt through her panties. It was also fun to tantalize him, she realized. It was enthralling to have him work to get at her cunt.
They broke their kiss and Angela fell backwards into an overstuffed chair. Her legs flew apart and her short skirt hiked up and presented her panty-covered cunt for his hungry eyes to admire.
Tom fell on top of her, kissing her voraciously, his hands pulling at her T shirt. Angela pulled her mouth from his, wanting to prolong the action to increase his ardor. The more anxious Tom got, the more ravenous he was to get at her pussy with his mouth. She was sure he wanted to eat her out. Slowing him down would make it even more pleasurable for both of them. "Hey. Take it easy, Tom. We have all day." She told him, disengaging his hands from her breasts.
"Angela. I have waited all week. I can't wait any longer." Without waiting for her to respond, Tom lifted her T shirt and began to lick on her tits, sending shock waves of desire through Angela's body.
She put her hands to the back of his head, fingering his scalp, knowing how much this excited him. It felt as if he was going to suck her nipples from her breasts with his mouth, as he sucked them in, his tongue flicking at them wildly. She gloried in the way he licked and sucked at her tits. A warm glow of sexual bliss flooded her body, sending little shivers of excitement to her pulsing pussy.
Tom licked his way down her stomach, her vagina tingling as he sucked and licked at her navel.
"Tom. We have to stop this and do some studying. We can make love after we study." She told him, putting a sexual tremor in her voice, knowing the double message would inflame his even more. She thrilled at his response.
"Angela. I have to have your pussy in my mouth." He told her, a pleading and yet determined look in his eyes. He fell to his knees between her legs and began to lick at her panties, mouthing the cloth that guarded her pussy.
Angela's pussy juiced as he sucked at her panties, sending a cascade of fragrant liquid spurting into the cloth he held between his lips. She was so glad she had decided to wear panties. Her pussy quivered at the touch of his lips. It was all she could do to control her impulse to shove her crotch into his face, but she sat still in the chair, her chest heaving.
The taste and smell of her cuntjuices brought a redoubling of Tom's sucking and licking. He licked at the valley between her cuntlips through the thin cloth and began to bite at the cloth that kept him from his goal.
Angela's mounting tide of lust overcame her desire to prolong Tom's gnashing at her panties. She wanted his mouth on her pussy now. "Oh, Tom. You are making me feel so passionate. I guess we can make love for a little while before we study." She lifted her ass off the chair cushion as she spoke, inviting him to pull her panties off.
Fumbling with trembling fingers, Tom pulled at the sodden bikinis, nearly tearing them in his anxiety. He threw them on the floor as his face fell into her wet and steaming crotch. He sucked her labia into his mouth, licking upward between them with his tongue, ever upward toward her love button.
"Take it easy, Tom. Not so rough." She told him, patting him on the head.
Tom slowed his frantic tonguing and began to sweep his tongue up and down her clit and then to rub its sensitive tip, reveling in the taste and feel of her soft skin under his tongue and in his mouth.
Angela's body was on fire. The prolonged foreplay had performed its assignment well. She was already near climaxing as Tom began to lick at her clit. She wrapped her legs around his neck, crossing her ankles to pull his mouth tightly against her quaking cunt as she climaxed, her body shuddering from the force of her orgasm. She held his mouth to her quivering cunt as he lapped up her flowing juices and once again returned his attention to her clit, working her up to another orgasm almost before the last had diminished in intensity.
Angela ran her fingers through his scalp in a frenzy of sexual excitement, her legs around his neck holding his mouth so tightly against her pussy that she nearly choked him. She bucked her pussy into his mouth and pulled up her T shirt so she could massage her breasts and pinch her nipples as he sucked her hardened clit into his mouth, tonguing it until it sent its message of joy through her body.
She let legs fall from his shoulders, breathing in deep shuddering lungs full of air as she sought to get herself under control from the volcanic eruptions that Tom had produced.
Tom, more slowly now, began to lick at her cunt, inserting his tongue into her quaking vagina, fucking at her cunt with his tongue, and then once again licking gently upward to her still vibrating clit, sending little messages of pre orgasmic pleasure rippling through her loins.
Angela caught her breath and with subtle movements of her hips rubbed her cunt tenderly against his mouth, kissing his mouth with her pussy lips as a reward for his super effort. Wow. It was just something else to feel his mouth on her cunt, his tongue working on her clit. Even though she had experienced it just last week, it was like she never experienced it before. And Tom was learning quickly how to please her, moving his soft tongue up and down her clit, then making it hard and thrusting it between her labia into her hot channel; his tongue lashing at her clit as her body trembled just before she orgasmed. She moved her hips again, sending a patter of pussy kisses against his willing mouth.
Tom raised his head from her crotch. "Thank you Angela. I love licking your pussy and it is so exciting to feel your pussy kissing at my mouth."
She smiled down at him, running her fingers through his hair. "I'm glad you like it, Tom. Is this what you like?" She wriggled her hips again, rubbing her pussy lips against his mouth.
"Oh, Yes, Angela. That feels so good." It felt so good, in fact, that Tom sent an outburst of grateful licks lapping at her clit.
Angela laughed a tinkling happy laugh of overwhelming joy, grinding her pussy into his face as he tongued her clit. She squirmed with pleasure as he nicked his tongue over the tip of her hard knob of sensitive flesh. He then rubbed the little love bud with back and forth motions of his tongue. She kicked off her shoes and drummed her bare feet against his back as she roared through another orgasm, gasping for breath as he continued to slowly lick at her clit, unleashing little aftershocks of joy through her body. Damn. He was a wonderful pussy eater. Her mom was right again. Once he had tasted pussy he was mad for it. Last week was no fluke. She had been afraid he would have second thoughts and not want to service her pussy with his mouth again. But it seemed that his second thoughts were to do it more.
Tom's tongue was enthusiastically at work lapping up and swallowing her juices in gasping gulps. Then he went back to her clit, covering it with his mouth, sucking it in and rubbing it at its most sensitive tip. He was intent on bringing her off, even as she was recovering from her last orgasm, her limbs shaking from sexual release.
Angela shuddered ecstatically. Here it comes again. God. So soon. Aggggggg. She clenched her teeth, her head back, mouth grimacing, a silent scream of animal pleasure caught in her throat as his slippery tongue delivered another gut wrenching orgasm. Her young cunt spewed hot honey from between her engorged lips; nectar that Tom sucked up avidly, smacking his lips with excitement, nostrils quivering as he drew the scent of her musk from her body, deranging his brain further.
Angela, her chest heaving, opened her legs, dropping her feet to the floor, releasing the pressure of her thighs from his flushed cheeks. This was heaven, but it had to stop now or she would not be able to stop him. One more orgasm and she would lose control completely. She pushed at his head, trying to get him away from her cunt. She finally grabbed him by the hair and yanked his face out of her crotch, nearly pulling his hair from his scalp.
"Tom. We have to study. We have to." She spoke to him sharply to awaken him from his fantasy world.
Tom shook his head, licking cunt juice from his mouth. Trying to clear his head, but not wanting to. He tried to get his head back between her legs, but Angela closed them tightly. "Angela. Just a little more. I have missed you so much."
"Oh. Tom. I like what you are doing. It isn't that I don't want you to eat my pussy." She rubbed his cheeks with her palms. "Your mouth and tongue are fantastic. But we promised mom we would study. Go wash your face and cool off a bit." She smiled at him mischievously. "You know where the bathroom is, don't you?"
Tom, now back to his senses, appreciated her humor and laughed. "Yes. That is one room I can locate in the dark!"
Angela laughing at the innuendo his words expressed, gave his head a shove, and said. "Get going. You ninny. We have a lot of material to review."
After a slow start, their minds still plagued with thoughts of sex, the two settled down and began to study. Angela would quiz Tom about English usage and then Tom would question her on social studies. They worked hard until nearly noon, going over and over the material. Their plan was to do one chapter of English and one chapter of social studies in the morning and one in the afternoon and do the same on Sunday. That way they would cover all four chapters that would be on the tests.
"Let's take a break and stretch, Tom. I'm stiff from sitting so long." Angela stood up, raising her hands above her head. The motion rubbed the material of her T shirt across her braless breasts and her nipples hardened as the cloth caressed them.
Tom looked up at her, his eyes focused on her upraised breasts and erect nipples. "Angela. Let me lick your pussy one more time before lunch."
"That's a super idea, Tom. I'd like that as much as you would." Then her eyes focused on his hard prick. She hadn't had it in her pussy yet today and she knew he must be developing a case of what she had heard older girls call lover's nuts. Tom's balls must be aching now. No need to make him suffer more. "I've got a better idea. Lay down on the floor and I'll get on top of you. We have never done that and I'd like to try it. Ok with you if I am on top?"
"Angela. You can be anywhere you want. If I can't have my mouth on your pussy I will be happy to have my cock in it and it doesn't matter to me if I am on top or the bottom." Tom had his pants unfastened and was on his back before he finished speaking.
Angela hitched up her short skirt and squatted over Tom's supine form. She put her knees on the floor next to his waist, rubbing her twat against his now erect cock. Then she took his hot tool in one hand and guided it inside her.
Tom's body shook as her cunt slowly swallowed his cock. He began to thrust upward, but Angela motioned him to be still. "Let me fuck you, Tom. Put your hands on my breasts and play with my titties and nipples. I'll do the rest."
"Whatever you say, Angela. You're the boss."
Angela smiled at him, her long hair tickling his face as she leaned down and kissed him. The motion of her body moved his cock within her grasping vagina and sent shivers of sexual excitement through Tom's body. Angela drew herself upright, Tom's cock buried fully inside her hot pussy. She tightened the muscles of her vagina as she lifted herself off his body, stroking his heated cock with her tight pussy. She held the head of his cock between her pussy lips for a moment and then lowered herself toward him, relaxing slightly her vaginal muscles as she took his cock deep inside her hot moist cunt. Up and down she went in slow, steady motions of her body, working Tom's cock to fever pitch.
When Tom's cock began to throb it's precum message, Angela leaned down and kissed him, holding his cock loosely within her cunt, prolonging his pleasure, and hers. She was building her own orgasm as she worked up Tom's. In slow stages she worked them both to a high state of sexual anticipation. "Play with my clitty now, Tom. I'm going to make it with you."
Tom, keeping one hand on her tits, lowered the other and fingered her clit.
Angela continued her up and down movement on Tom's cock, engulfing it within her pussy and then letting it slowly escape her grasp only to pull it inside again. Her body movement and the alternately tightening and loosening of her vaginal muscles brought Tom to a crashing orgasm just as his finger did the same for Angela. She collapsed on his chest, her spasming vagina vibrating in concert with his spewing and throbbing cock. Her vagina squeezed his cock with soft caresses as she milked the last bit of cum from his balls.
They kissed tenderly as Angela lay upon him.
Tom, his cock coming back to life from her vaginal kisses, thrust upward.
Angela raised herself from his chest, squeezing his cock tightly with her vagina. "Oh, Tom." She smiled at him. "You are incorrigible. The more you get, the more you want. Time for another kind of meal. Mother may knock on the door any minute."
Tom gave the door a startled look, as if Mrs. Hughes was this moment behind it ready to come in. His cock went limp. "Ok, Angela. But it is not easy to stop something that is as much fun as this. I think we have what Mr. Thomas calls a renewable resource."
Angela lifted herself off Tom's body, reaching for a handkerchief to hold against her dripping twat. "Well, being deprived of pussy hasn't destroyed your sense of humor," she laughed.
"Might as well make the best of it, Angela. I am working on Tom's Principle Number One: If you can't do anything about it, don't cry about it.
"That's a very good principle, Tom. Now. I'll go clean up in the upstairs bathroom and you can wash up down here. I am going to change while I'm upstairs. This skirt is a mess and my T shirt is all wrinkled from your hands playing with my titties. I'm sure mom knows that we are doing more than studying, but there is no reason to flaunt it in front of her face."
"Ok, Angela." Tom lay on the floor after Angela left, his pants undone, cock still dripping from Angela's juices and his semen. He closed his eyes and daydreamed about the day's events, his cock hardening as his mind played with visions of Mrs. Hughes pussy under his mouth and around his cock.
She was as exciting as Angela.
Both of them were delicious.
Fantasies beyond his wildest expectations.
Chapter Four
Mrs. Hughes fixed them lunch after which Tom and Angela went back to their studies. They alternated sex with studying all afternoon. After that first heated sexual exercise, they were better able to control themselves. They managed to get all the studying done they had planned and felt that the time spent together had been doubly rewarding. They were going over the social studies review questions one more time, not really paying attention to the time nor realizing how hungry they were getting.
They were brought out of their concentration by a knock on the door.
Angela looked up, startled. "Come in, mom."
Mrs. Hughes came into the room, her eyes taking in at a glance their rumpled state. They may not be coupling at the moment, but it was obvious that they had been doing more than studying. Her body glowed with sexual hunger as she thought of what Angela and Tom had been doing. Damn. She had to have sex, and soon. She looked at Tom's lean and youthful body and decided she had to act now if she was ever going to. Her burning desire impelled her to act without thinking through what she was going to do."It is dinner time, you two. Hungry?"
Angela and Tom looked at each other and at the same time shouted, "Like a bear." The three of them laughed at the spontaneous response. They were indeed hungry. Their long hours of study mixed in with sex had given them ravenous appetites.
"Thanks for letting me come over, Mrs. Hughes. I'll be back tomorrow morning."
Barbara Hughes put her hand on Tom's shoulder, squeezing it with a sensual, soft touch as she continued to make up her plan as she went along. First she had to keep Tom here for the night. "No need to do that. We have plenty to eat here." She almost choked at the unintended double meaning of her words. "You can stay for dinner and then sleep here tonight. That way you two can get an early start tomorrow and perhaps finish a little earlier. The couch in this room makes into a bed and you will be very comfortable here."
Tom, his shoulder burning from her seductive touch, blurted out. "Gosh. That is nice of you, Mrs. Hughes. I don't know what to say." Tom flushed as her hand on his shoulder continued its soft caressing motions, sending tingling sensations of lust to his brain. God. He would like to eat her pussy. That would be a meal worth having. His mouth filled with saliva as he looked at her breasts, so tantalizingly close. He ached to have his mouth on them.
Barbara Hughes saw the look in his eyes and where they were focused, a flutter of sexual excitement in her groin. "Then just say, thank you, and go clean up for dinner. I'll call your folks and tell them you are staying the night." She gave his shoulder one last tender squeeze as she finished speaking.
"Thank you. Mrs. Hughes. That is very nice of you and I do appreciate it." He basked in the warm glow of her smile and looked longingly at her ass as she turned to walk away from them with those enticing sexy movements of her hips. Tom swallowed, trying to keep from choking on the saliva that continued to flood his mouth. His prick was rock hard. Man. He could eat her up. She looked so delicious.
Angela looked at her mother's retreating figure and then at Tom, seeing the greedy look on his face and the bulge in his pants. She smiled. She knew her mother was up to something. She remembered the sexy way her mother had walked when Tom arrived, just like she was walking now. Hell. Her mom never walked that way before. She could cook pasta with the heat she was sending out. Angela knew something was up and it was more than Tom's cock. Well. He was a big boy and could take care of himself. She laughed aloud as she thought that was not right entirely. Tom had taken care of her and sometime tonight or tomorrow he was going to take care of her mother. She was as sure of that as she was of anything.
"What's so funny?" Tom asked, tearing his eyes away from Mrs. Hughes ass and looking at Angela.
"Nothing, Tom. Nothing." And she went upstairs to the bathroom giggling all the way.
Tom washed up in the downstairs bathroom and went into the kitchen to see if he could do anything to help with dinner.
Mrs. Hughes put him to work setting the table and then had him help Angela make the salad; cutting up the salad stuff while Angela arranged the salads attractively in salad bowls.
They talked about the news of the day that Tom and Angela had missed while studying and what they had accomplished during the day; at least that part of what they did that they could talk about.
Mrs. Hughes congratulated them both on all they had done. By the time dinner was finished and the dishes washed and put away it was time for showers and bed.
Mrs. Hughes loaned Tom a set of her late husband's pajamas and helped him make up the couch. She managed to keep her body either in contact with his or in his view all during the time they were together. She deliberately bent over, her ass in the air, breasts hanging seductively, as she helped make up the bed. She was doing all she could to keep him aware of her sexuality. And she more than accomplished her task. By the time the bed was made Tom had a raging hardon and was aching to get his hands and mouth on her.
She patted him on the cheek, thrilled by the heat thrown off by his skin. She was heating him up in more ways than one. I was exciting to get him all hot and bothered.
"Leave the door open, Tom, and I'll have a light on so you can see your way to the bathroom during the night." She told him, as she turned to leave.
Tom blushed. It embarrassed him to think of people knowing he used the bathroom. But he thanked her and did as she asked, following her ass hungrily as she walked away.
* * *
Barbara Hughes had thought quickly when she had knocked on the door to remind them that it was late and time for dinner. She wanted sex and Tom was here. That message kept flooding her brain. She had to keep Tom here overnight. She didn't know at the time she invited him to stay how she was going to get him to make love, but she knew that she would think of something.
She formulated her plan as they were fixing dinner, discussing it with Angela while Tom was busy setting the table to make sure she would not mind. Much to Barbara's delight, Angela approved wholeheartedly; happy that her mother was going to do something about her sexual needs. She assured her mother that Tom would have plenty for both of them. She told her that Tom's appetite for sex seemed unlimited and that she had observed him looking at her body with unconcealed hunger in his eyes.
During dinner Mrs. Hughes made sure that Tom drank a lot of water. She knew he would have to get up during the night to use the bathroom. She would be waiting for him then. She had smiled to herself during dinner, thinking that if she could not get a thirteen year old to have sex with her she might as well stick to the vibrator, especially after what Angela had told her about the way he stared at her every chance he got.
She was thrilled and excited by the way Tom responded to her when they were fixing his bed. His obvious hardon sent shivers up and down her spine. She showered and then dressed in an alluring robe that displayed her ample figure to its best advantage. It was cut low in front, exposing the tops of her breasts and the valley between. Three buttons fastened the lower portion together, the last one just below her crotch. The gown opened when she sat down, displaying her legs and thighs nearly to her bikini-covered cunt.
After they had all settled down for the night, Barbara went downstairs and sat quietly on the living room couch, waiting for nature to take its course with Tom's bladder.
Sure enough, within two hours of going to bed, she heard Tom stumbling to the bathroom. She waited until he was finished and was walking back through the living room to the study before she turned on the lamp that stood beside the couch. She stood with her back to the lamp, having calculated the effect carefully.
"Is that you, Tom?" She asked.
Tom, his head down, still not fully awake, looked up as he heard her voice. "Yes, Mrs. Hughes. It's me."
Tom caught his breath as he saw her standing there, her full breasts invitingly displayed. Her entire body was outlined by the light behind her that shown through her thin robe. He could see her legs and thighs and where her legs came together at her crotch. The ridge of her panties was even outlined by the bright light. He was awake instantly, his teenage sexual drive moving into high gear.
Barbara Hughes smiled at him warmly, licking her lips wantonly with the tip of her tongue; a gesture that moistened her red lips seductively. "I couldn't sleep and so I came down here to sit where it is more comfortable. I thought I heard you moving about."
"I'm sorry you couldn't sleep, Mrs. Hughes. Is there anything I can do to be helpful?" Tom's cock was hard as a rock and his mouth was watering as he looked at her. Damn. There was a lot he wanted to do for Mrs. Hughes, if she would only let him. Memories of her masturbating while he watched flooded his mind. He remembered what Angela had told him; that she and her mother knew he was watching. Maybe he could somehow get her to have sex with him.
Barbara saw the instant interest in Tom's eyes and noted with approval the hardon he could not disguise. "Would you mind just sitting and talking with me for a few minutes? Maybe that will relax me and I will be able to get to sleep."
"I'll be happy to, Mrs. Hughes." Tom walked toward her and sat on the couch.
She lowered herself slowly as she sat next to him, giving him plenty of time to take in her full breasts almost falling out of her robe, her nipples erect, their red outline showing through the almost transparent cloth. She sat with her left thigh nearly touching his and crossed her right leg over her left knee. She seemed unconcerned that this caused the robe to fall open, exposing her legs and thighs to his hot gaze. Her crotch was hidden from view by the shadow of the folds of her robe only.
Tom stared at her crotch and thought he could see the edge of her panties in the shadows.
Barbara did not interrupt his stare, giving him plenty of time to think of the fruit that hid in the shadows.
He finally dragged his eyes away from her crotch, only to zero in on her breasts, rising and falling slowly as she breathed deeply.
She spoke to him in a sultry voice full of sexual innuendo. "It does get lonely here, Tom, with just two women in the house. It's nice to have a man in the house again. I do miss my husband." She gave him a melting look out of the corners of her eyes as she finished speaking.
Tom's head swelled at her words; calling him a man. He couldn't keep his eyes off her legs and thighs, so close to him. He was almost drooling at the sight of her body so intimately displayed before him. He had trouble controlling his breathing, which was coming in ragged gasps. Trying his best to keep his voice from cracking and his eyes on her face as he spoke, he managed to croak out: "Gosh. I'm glad I am here, Mrs. Hughes. I like Angela a lot."
God, he thought. What a stupid thing to say! He blushed with embarrassment. He really didn't know what to say to this sexy woman. He couldn't very well say he wanted to eat her pussy and fuck her. She would toss him out of the house.
Barbara took note of his chagrin but decided to capitalize on his mention of Angela.
"Don't you like me, Tommy?" She asked him, a pouty smile on her lips, touching his shoulder with her left hand as she spoke.
Tom groaned at her touch and her nearness, breathing in the scent of the perfume she had placed between her warm breasts and thighs, and on her neck. He stammered as he told her, blushing at how bold he was but not able to help himself. "Mrs. Hughes. I like you a lot. You're the prettiest woman I have ever seen and you have the sexiest body in this world."
She faced him directly, looking him in the eyes. "Why, Tommy. That is so nice of you to say that." She shifted on the couch and brought her thigh in contact with his. "Young men like yourself think only of girls their own age. I am an old woman now."
Tom was enflamed by her thigh touching his and her hand on his shoulder and emboldened to express himself even more openly. He didn't know what had come over him to talk this way.
"You're not an old woman. You're not. There isn't a girl in school who has a body like yours. Your skin is so nice to look at. I bet it is soft as silk."
Barbara Hughes felt her pussy quiver as he spoke. She breathed deeply. She had to take it easy. She wanted to jerk his prick out and shove it in her hot cunt. She took another deep breath, stimulated by the look in Tom's eyes as he followed the rise and fall of her firm breasts. She felt her nipples harden as they unfolded from her breasts. She licked her mouth again, her pink tongue sliding seductively over her lips. "Well. A woman my age does have to be careful to keep her skin soft, especially her lips. They tend to crack and get dry. I know mine do." She looked down demurely as she said this.
Tom stared at her half open mouth, her moist lips outlined in hot pink lipstick. His mind was in a whirl. He wanted her so badly. Her nearness was driving him wild with lust. He spoke without thinking, babbling out the hunger he felt.
"You have the softest looking lips I have ever seen. I bet they are the most kissable lips I have ever seen, Mrs. Hughes. I'll prove it to you. Let me kiss you. You'll see how soft they are."
God. He groaned inwardly. She must think he was an idiot, a complete fool. He wanted to have the couch open up so he could fall through clear to China. But she didn't laugh at him. She acted as if she took him seriously.
Barbara looked at him with wide eyes. "Oh, Tommy. I couldn't let you do that. I know what young men are like. They get a kiss from an older woman and they think they can have more." She batted her eyes at him as she finished, raising his temperature again.
Tom gulped, his sexual needs unleashing his tongue. "I promise, Mrs. Hughes. I just want to show you that you have very kissable lips. Every man I know would love to kiss you. Please let me." By now Tom did not care if he sounded like a jerk. He wanted to kiss her so badly.
"Oh. All right, Tommy. But just one kiss." He could not believe his good fortune. With trembling limbs he reached for her and tentatively brought his mouth to hers, barely touching her lips for fear she would change her mind.
Barbara's mouth met his, her lips made as soft as she could, mouth partially open. The gentle pressure of her lips pressing back against his enflamed Tom and he put his arms around her, pulling her body to his. He pressed his mouth against hers, sliding his tongue past her lips and into her mouth.
Overjoyed at his reaction, Barbara sucked his tongue inside her mouth, playing with it with her tongue, massaging it with her lips, sending Tommy into sexual orbit with her sensual mouth and tongue. He pulled his tongue back into his mouth, licking hers as it followed past his sensitive lips.
Tom's mind became clouded by lust as Barbara's expert manipulation of their mouths continued and her firm breasts dug into his chest. He nearly swooned as he felt her fingers touch him on the back of his neck and then run up through his hair and scratch at his scalp. Unable to control himself, his hands reached for her breasts, pulling them free from the top of her robe, fingering her turgid nipples. They felt so good in his hands. He ran his hands over the nipples and squeezed them with his fingers as the kiss continued.
Barbara let him play with her tits for as they held the kiss, making sure he was getting so thoroughly stimulated that he would not be able to contain his sexual urges. Then she slowly pulled back from the kiss, which he tried to prolong as long as possible. She put her hands over his as they continued to knead her breasts.
"See what I mean. I knew I should not have allowed you talk me in letting you kiss me. Look where your hands are! I can't let you kiss me again. It is too dangerous. I don't know what you will want to do next."
She pulled his hands away from her breasts slowly, making certain his fingers maintained contact with her firm breasts and hard nipples as she did. She held his hands in hers, clasping them gently as she gave him a sultry look. "I can't let me kiss you again. It is too exciting for both of us."
Tom eyes were wild with sexual desire as he looked at her. "I have to kiss you again. I just have to."
Barbara closed her eyes and licked the lips of her half open mouth, knowing that she presented a picture of absolute sexual depravity that he could not resist. In a soft, hesitant voice, she told him. "Just one more, Tommy. It is too exciting for me to have you kiss me. But I have been lonely for so long."
Her words were hardly out of her mouth when Tom clutched her in a tight embrace and crushed her mouth with his, his tongue stabbing into hers with abandon.
Barbara wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, her mouth and tongue beating a sexual message into his brain. His hands pulled at her breasts, pinching her nipples, sending ripples of excitement and desire through both their bodies.
Barbara pulled back from the kiss, falling backward against the couch, her breasts still in Tom's hands. She pushed at his hands weakly.
"Oh, Tom. You shouldn't do this. It isn't right to let you kiss me and fondle my breasts. Next you will want to kiss my breasts and suck on the nipples. But I can't stop you. You are too strong for me."
Her words exploded any reserve that was holding Tom back. He lowered his mouth to one of her breasts and tongued the nipple and then sucked it into his mouth.
Barbara was thrilled by his sudden assault on her breasts and the way she had maneuvered Tom into the position he was in. Feebly, she pushed at his head as he sucked on her breast, cooing to Tom. "Oh. I can't stop you. You shouldn't."
Tom lashed at her breasts with his tongue, sucking at her hot flesh, sending shivers of excitement through her body. It was clear to her that she had him on fire with passion and unable to think. It would not take much more to get him where she wanted him. Having achieved her first goal, she decided that there was no need to pretend she was trying to keep Tom from ravishing her breasts. She was aching for everything she could pull from Tom. Her enforced chastity had built a hunger not easily satisfied.
Her cunt juiced as Tom's mouth sucked at her tits, sending shivers of sexual desire through her body. She put all the sexual expression she could in her voice as she goaded him to greater effort.
"Tommy. That is so nice. Your mouth and tongue are so exciting. You are getting me hot and sexy. Yes. Suck my nipple into your mouth and lick it. Lick all over my breasts and play with them. I want you to play with them and kiss and suck on them." Her panties were now sopping wet from the juices her cunt was spewing forth. Tom's enthusiastic licking and sucking on her breasts was sending little pre orgasm thrills running through her body.
Tom was ecstatic at the words he heard. He went into a frenzy of tittie licking and sucking. Her breasts were so succulent. He pulled as much of their flesh into his mouth as he could, covering them with kisses and slobbering over them with his licking tongue. The scent of the perfume that she had placed between her legs was mixing with the musk that her cunt sent out and it wafted upward toward his nose. He breathed deeply through his nostrils, shaking from the impact of the heavenly scent pouring from her loins.
His mind flashed a picture of himself peering through the bathroom window at the thick bush of hair surrounding her cunt. The vision enflamed his mind and he knew he had to feel the hair of her cuntal mound on his face and her pussy lips under his mouth. He pulled his mouth away from her breasts, glazed eyes focusing on her crotch.
Barbara saw the look of determination on his face as he looked at her crotch, barely concealed by the fold of her robe. Her pussy twitched in anticipation as she waited for him to make a move to get at her cunt.
Tom reached for the buttons holding her robe together, hands trembling as he fumbled at the buttons, frantically trying to undo them.
Barbara was intent on playing the game to the end. He must believe later that he was the one who convinced her to allow him to have his way with her body. She pushed at his hands with hers ineffectively, telling him. "Tom. What are you doing? No. I can't let you undo my robe. It would be too much. Your kissing and licking my breasts has made me so passionate. I can't let you do this. I don't know what will happen next."
Tom looked at her, a desperate, haunted look of naked desire. "Mrs. Hughes. I want to have you naked so I can kiss and lick you all over. I have to. I just have to."
"I can't let you do that Tom. It isn't right. You're Angela's friend and I can't let you see me naked. It would be too much for both of us. You have made me so excited."
Tom pushed her hands away and took the buttons in both hands as he worked to unbutton her robe. "Mrs. Hughes. I have seen your body. Remember? I used to peek into your bathroom."
"Oh, Tom. I am so ashamed of myself. I do remember. I was so lonely I was pleased just to know that someone cared enough to watch me. But you shouldn't take advantage of a woman's weakness, Tom. You know I'm not strong enough to stop you."
At her words, Tom all but tore her robe apart, feasting his eyes on her bewitching body. His face fell forward and he began to kiss her below her breasts, licking at the crease of tender flesh that marked the end of her full breasts and the beginning of her flat tummy. His mouth licked and sucked sensual trails across her stomach and down to her crotch. He all but fell off the couch to get between her legs. He stared at her panty-covered crotch intently, visions of her bush and fat cunt lips that hid behind the thin band of cloth flashing in his mind.
Barbara, sensing Tom's obsession with orality, his mad desire to kiss and lick at her body, decided to see just how much he liked to kiss and lick her. Were there any limits to his oral needs? How exciting it would be to have him tongue her all over. She shivered, thinking of where she might get his tongue and mouth. And it would be so scrumptiously exciting to delay his mouthing of her pussy. Putting thoughts into words, she suggestively rubbed the calf of one of her legs across his cheek as he kneeled there staring at her cunt and heavy bush barely concealed under her string bikini.
Tom, like a dog diverted from its prey by a sudden movement, turned his mouth and kissed her calf. It felt soft and yet firm under his mouth, smooth as silk under his lips. Tentatively he began to lick at her calf, not sure how she would respond. To his sexually-crazed mind, It seemed the thing to do, but he did not know if she would like it or not; angering her was the last thing he wanted to do. With eyes filmed over by lust, he looked up at her, past her bikini-covered pussy, her full breasts and into her smiling face.
Making her voice as coaxingly sexual as she could, Barbara asked him: "Do you really want to kiss me all over, Tom? All over?" She kicked off her high heel slippers as she spoke, stroking his cheeks with the toes of one foot, then caressing his lips with her toes as she moved her foot from one cheek to the other.
"Yes. All of you." He croaked out.
Tom was by now lost to his unconscious need for oral gratification. He was dominated by a fetish he did not even know existed. In a sexual daze he took her foot in both his hands, caressed it and then held her toes to his mouth.
Barbara lay back on the couch, her entire body quivering from sexual excitation as she realized that she had more than a pussy eater at her feet. Tom was that rare oral personality she had studied in her college psychology class; one who wanted to worship the female body with tongue and mouth. Never in her wildest dreams did she believe she would be serviced by someone like Tom. She looked down at him, lust for new sexual delights playing across her mind.
Tom's eyes were closed as he began sucking and licking the toes of one of her feet. One at a time he would suck a toe into his mouth, lick it with his tongue as he mouthed it and then move on to another toe, all the while caressing the sole, arch, and heel of her foot with his hands. He was lost completely in his own sexual revelry.
Chapter Five
A sigh of pure sexual exultation escaped Barbara. She wiggled her toes in his mouth as he sucked and licked at them, one at a time. My God. It was exhilarating to have him tongue and lick her toes. Nothing in her past experience with sex could match the sensations Tom was sending through her body. It was like a soft warm massage; a human wet vibrator. It was heavenly.
And what a sense of sexual power; to have someone kneel in front of her and lick her feet. Her body shook with carnal lust as she closed her eyes and put her hands behind her head, shivering with sexual satisfaction as Tom put his mouth to the sole of her foot and began to lick his way to her heel. When he reached the heel and licked his way back across the top of her foot to her toes she lifted her other foot from the floor and cradled his face with both of her feet.
She looked down at him, smiling as she caressed his hot cheeks with the sides of her feet. She was aroused further by the way he reached for her caressing feet with his tongue, seeking to keep tactile contact between his tongue and her feet. "Um. Tommy. That felt so good to have you lick and suck on my foot. You make my skin glow with sexual excitement when you lick and suck on me. Is it exciting for you, Tommy?"
"Oh. Mrs. Hughes. It is the most exciting thing I have ever done. Your skin is so soft and silky. I love having my mouth on it. Your toes and foot felt so good in my mouth. You have such tasty feet and toes. I even like the smell of them. Thank you for letting me lick and suck on them."
"I'm glad you like doing that. Do you want to lick and suck on my other foot." As she said this, she suggestively placed her toes in front of his mouth.
"Oh, yes. Please let me, Mrs. Hughes." He opened his mouth as he spoke, licking at her toes as she stimulated his lips with her wiggling toes.
She continued to rub his lips with her toes, increasing the sexual tension in them both before slowly sliding her toes into his open mouth. "All right. If you want to." Her vagina loosed another torrent of heavy fluid as Tom's mouth closed over her toes and began to lick and suck on them. Barbara relaxed her tense muscles and let the sensations Tom was creating course through her body. Her flesh tingled with excitement, twitching with carnal joy. Was there any part of her he would not lick and suck? She caressed and teased her breasts and nipples as her mind raced with thoughts of his mouth at work on her body.
Tom's mind was in a fog, a daze. He was in a dream that he hoped would go on forever. She had given him permission to lick and kiss her. All of her. His mouth was free to lick and tongue, to kiss and suck. Mrs. Hughes was so wonderful to let him have such a good time. He would show her that he could make her body feel as good as he felt. He gently licked and sucked on her toes, then the sole of her foot, her arch and heel. He was rewarded by the shivers he felt issuing from her foot, as his mouth sent waves of sexual excitement through both their bodies.
The caressing way she rubbed her foot across his face and mouth told him all he wanted to know: that he was pleasing her by what he did and he should continue. Tom, holding her left foot in his hands began to lick at her ankle, kissing and sucking at the skin. Slowly he worked his way up her leg, lapping at her calf with excited licks as his nostrils pulled in the fragrant scent pouring from her pussy.
He shook his head, nostrils flaring as the sexually charged air entered his nasal passages and worked its way to his brain. He looked hungrily at her panty-covered pussy, so close to his now watering mouth. He sniffed again, his nose resting on her inner thigh, almost touching the edge of her panties.
Barbara watched him in fascination, perceiving his dilemma. He wanted to love both of her legs equally before loving her pussy, but he had not counted on the heady scent her palpitating vagina was sending forth. She decided to help him decide, shifting her thigh slightly. Her soft skin moving against his cheek reminded him of his plan to bring her all the pleasure he could. She smiled in satisfaction as he began to lick at her inner thigh again, sending shivers of excitement up and down her body. She had not wanted to miss having every bit of her licked. Her pussy could wait. It would have its turn.
Back on track, Tom licked his way up her inner thigh, then across and up her hip. He licked his way across her stomach, his tongue and mouth adding his saliva to her cunt juices, additionally soaking her bikini panties as he glided his tongue to her other hip. With never varying speed, his mouth and tongue paid homage to her other thigh, calf, and ankle. He had licked and kissed every part of her but her pussy. He leaned back on his haunches between her legs, his glazed eyes concentrated on her crotch.
Barbara was herself in a near sexual daze, her skin was quivering and her limbs trembling from the excitement Tom's oral ministering produced. She looked at him through hooded eyes, her pussy twitching as she saw where his glazed eyes were focused now.
Tom kept staring, mesmerized, at her bikini-covered crotch, glistening wetly, soaked by the juices poured forth by her expectant vagina and his own slobbering. Then, out of control, his face fell forward as his hands reached for her hips. He kissed her panties at the center of her crotch, pressing the cloth into her pussy lips. He opened his mouth, sucking the cloth past his agitated lips and into his mouth. In hungry movements he mouthed the thin material that had been soaking up the savory juices her vagina had deposited on this band of cloth. A guttural growl of animal lust issued from his throat as the taste and flavors of her cunt penetrated his brain. He shoved his face forcefully against her crotch, trying frantically to get at her cuntlips through the cloth, sniffing her musk through his hungry nostrils.
Barbara was overjoyed at his hungry attack upon her crotch; an onslaught she found well worth waiting for. It was heavenly to have him so anxious to eat her pussy. She had chosen to wear a pair of panties that were held to her body by little bows on each side. He was heating her up so much by his licking at her through her panties that she almost reached down and undid them so he could get his mouth on her anguished pussy.
But she hesitated, enjoying the thrill of watching him hunt for a way to get his mouth on her. It was agony to be teased so, but a pleasant agony that she could endure, knowing that before very long she would have his mouth where they both wanted it.
Tom pulled his mouth away from her crotch, licking continuously as he sought another way to his target. He licked along the sides of the panties, trying to insert his tongue between the cloth and her groin so he could reach her pouty lips. He was energized into more feverished action when his tongue grazed the side of her pussy. His eyes finally saw the bow that held the bikini panties together. He pulled at the string with his teeth, undoing the bow and then, still using his teeth, pulled her panties away from her cunt.
Tom gaped fixedly at it, almost overwhelmed by his first close-up look at her pussy. His eyes devoured the sight of her fat red pussy lips peering out at him through the heavy brown bush that surrounded her labia. He saw that Mrs. Hughes pussy was like Angela's but also different. The scent of Mrs. Hughes pussy was stronger and the honey that flowed from her cunt was thicker, tastier, more overpowering. He was heady from the taste of the juices he had sucked from her now discarded panties and from her heavenly scent. He moved his face to her cuntal mound, feeling her furry bush tickling his cheeks. He dropped his mouth to her cunt, kissing her labia, engorged from the blood that filled them. His tongue licked at these honey-covered lips, savoring their soft satiny surface as he licked her dew covered lips and sucked them into his mouth. Her lips filled his mouth and he thrilled at the sensations he felt inside his mouth as he tongued them.
Excitedly, he worked his tongue up her slippery crack, pushing her fur aside with his nose, until he found her clitoris. It was as he remembered from peeping on her; larger than Angela's. He licked at it tentatively, lovingly.
Barbara, by now a raging volcano of sexual desire, put her hands to the back of his head and pulled his mouth to her pussy as she fucked his face with her cunt. An orgasm, smoldering from the steady progress Tom's mouth had made as he licked and sucked his way to her twat, burst forth with a crash. She wrapped her legs around his neck, pressing her thighs tightly against his cheeks. Her hands and legs held his mouth to her clitoris, as he licked her through her orgasm and then slowly brought her down with feathery touches of his tongue.
He pushed his mouth down to her pulsating cunt, capturing and swallowing her flowing juices, happy to lick up the warm stream her pussy put forth. Her orgasm winding down, Barbara loosened the grip her thighs had upon his cheeks and took her hands from the back of his head. Looking down at his bobbing head, she reached down and scratched his scalp, as she would a pet who licked her hand.
"That was wonderful, Tom. Your mouth and tongue are so loving. I hope you enjoyed my orgasm as much as I did."
Tom was overjoyed at her words and her fingers playing with his scalp; gratified by her rewarding caress and stimulated anew by her voice. He raised his face from her sodden crotch, feasting his eyes on her firm breasts and turgid nipples and breathlessly told her.
"Thank you for letting me lick your pussy so you could have an orgasm. I love the feel of your body as you cum, the way your tummy shivers and your pussy wiggles under my mouth. I can't get enough of it." Putting action to his words, hoping for further rewards from her body by bringing her off again, he put his mouth to her pussy. He continued licking and swallowed as much of her cum as he could and once again reached for her clit with his tongue.
Barbara, responding automatically to the sensualness of his lapping tongue on her sensitive clit, squeezed her thighs against his cheeks. Her eyes opened wide as Tom tongue redoubled its effort. Oh, this wonderful boy. All he needs is for me to praise him with a few words, pet his head, and squeeze his cheeks between my thighs and he is ready to go again. It is nice to feel his face between my thighs and he sure likes it. Um. That feels so good. I wonder what other buttons he has that I can push to encourage him? He is so damned oral. God, his mouth on my clit is driving me to another orgasm already. As her orgasm approached, Barbara fucked at his mouth as if she were fucking a cock. Each time she fucked at his face, he redoubled his effort until his tongue was a machine stabbing at her clit.
Ahhhh. Aggggg. She cried out a silent scream of lust as she climaxed. Barbara was thrilled at the way in which Tom reacted to the touch of her fingers and thighs and his wild licking when she fucked at his face with her pussy told her that she had found another button. It gave her a salacious thrill to shove her pussy into his face and feel his response.
Wow, as Angela would say. Tom is something else again.
Angela was right. He is a pussy eater of the first order. A few words, a touch, a squeeze, and humping her pussy in his face were all he needed to keep him stimulated. As she assimilated this information about Tom's sexual needs and without really thinking of what she was doing, she rolled her pussy all over his face smearing him from forehead to chin with her juices. Um. It feels good to rub my wet pussy over his face. Her rotating movements brought her asscheeks into contact with his face. Good grief! My asscheeks are soaked with his saliva and what cunt juice he has not licked up. What fun it would be to have him lick my asscheeks. He sure likes to have his tongue in my cunt. When I grasp his tongue with my vagina he tries even harder to snake his tongue into my channel. I wonder if I can get his tongue inside my asshole.
Wow. He is trying to bury his head in my cunt!
"Um. Oh, yes Tom. That feels so good to have your tongue in my pussy. Let me fuck your face with my pussy. I will help you bury your tongue inside me. Do you like that, Tom?"
Tom lifted his face from her crotch, reluctantly pulling his tongue out of her vagina to answer her. "Yes. I love it when you fuck my face with your pussy. It feels so good to have your pussy pushing against my mouth and my tongue in your vagina. And it is really super when I feel your vagina grabbing at my tongue. I feel so great when you make it and I feel your body quiver and vibrate. I just want to keep on licking your clit and feeling your orgasms."
Barbara was thrilled at the frankness with which Tom expressed his oral needs and his satisfaction at bringing her orgasms. As she mused about Tom's enthusiasm for eating her pussy to get her off and her own sexual excitement she felt another orgasm being manipulated into existence by his tongue stabbing in and out of her grasping vagina.
She pulled back on her hips, disengaging his mouth from her vagina. She rubbed her clit against his mouth to signal him to get back to licking her clitoris. She was letting him know she was ready for another orgasm. His tongue in her vagina was fun, acting as a form of foreplay, but the real thrills came from his licking and sucking at her clitoris. She tightened her thighs against his cheeks and patted him on the head.
As if she had started his motor, he began to lick and suck at her clitoris. In short order, she shuddered through another climax, and was delighted anew to feel his gentle tongue lick her through several small follow on orgasms before licking up and swallowing her cum. She ran her nails over the top of Tom's head as he gobbled up the last of her juices, his mouth full of her pussy lips, tongue wiggling in perpetual motion inside her throbbing vagina. Absentmindedly she humped her pussy at his mouth, only minimally aware of the tingling sensations his mouth on her pussy lips was sending through her body.
Her mind had returned to the thought she had held before her building orgasm distracted her. It would be very exciting to have him lick and suck on her asscheeks. Her pussy pulsed, thinking of his tongue on her asscheeks and maybe even in her asshole. It was such a wickedly devilism thought. Her face flushed with excitement as she thought of how far she might test his oral needs.
Her husband had gone down on her many times, but had never tongued her ass. This was going to be a new experience. Tom's orality was such that she was sure he would not hesitate to lick and kiss her ass and once he encountered her sphincter she was positive he would want to penetrate it with his tongue. Deciding to move on her thoughts, she pulled her pussy back from his mouth.
Tom, fearful that she was putting an end to his feasting, pushed his mouth back to her pussy, licking and sucking in a frenzy.
She looked down at him in amazement. His devotion to licking and sucking her was beyond belief. Even now, after he had presented her with so much evidence as to his oral needs, she was still astounded by his fetish. She realized that he was afraid that his source of pleasure was being taken from him. If she was going to get him to lick her ass she would have to either physically drag his head out of her crotch or convince him that he could continue having a good time, only elsewhere. She patted him on the head, producing a flurry of licks and kisses that almost deterred her.
Damn. It wouldn't take much to orgasm again. But she was determined to have her ass licked. She could always get him back to her pussy. Now she wanted something else.
"Tommy! Tommy!" She spoke sharply, trying to penetrate the fog that surrounded his sex crazed brain. "Listen to me. You are wonderful. My pussy is delighted with what you are doing. Remember you said you wanted to lick and kiss all of me? Listen to me. I am going to roll over so you can lick and kiss some more of me."
She held her breath as her words got through to him and he stopped licking for an instant. She rolled over quickly before he could get his tongue back into her pussy.
Tom did not hesitate an instant, excited by the sight of what had been concealed from him until now.
Barbara's face flushed with pleasure and she bit at the pillow under her face with excitement Tom began to kiss and lick at her asscheeks. Oh. It was terrific. How exhilarating to have her asscheeks massaged by Tom's mouth and tongue. She rolled her ass across his face, letting him know how much she liked what he was doing.
Her ass, moving against his mouth, sent his tongue into a frenzy of licking. He had been excited by the sight of her ass when she had first let him in this morning. His mouth had watered as she had wriggled in front of him then and later in the day. He knew then he wanted to lick her ass and he was ecstatic that Mrs. Hughes wanted him to do it. There were little downy hairs on her ass, like fuzz, that he rubbed against his cheek. They felt so good as they tickled his cheeks and nose. He put his hands on her rounded mounds and massaged them as he licked away. He tongued and licked all over her lovely globes, saving the best for last. He was fearful that Mrs. Hughes would be angry with him for doing what he wanted to do now. But he had to do it.
His tongue flicked faster and his over stimulated body trembled with excitement as he thought of tonguing her asshole. Oh. Damn. He would love to get his tongue inside her asshole. She would probably think him disgusting for wanting to do it, but he had to try. He just had to. He licked along the crease of her ass as if he was just licking with no purpose in mind, when his tongue encountered the circled muscles of her sphincter. He lapped at the ridged muscles gently, ready to back off at the first hint that he was displeasing Mrs. Hughes.
Barbara was electrified at the touch of his tongue on her sphincter and pushed back against his face with her ass suggestively; signaling him with her ass again as she had earlier when he first began to lick at her ass. She held her breath. Yes! Yes! Do it! Get your tongue in me, she cried to herself. Fuck my asshole with your marvelous tongue.
Tom's body shook, his limbs trembling uncontrollably as he felt her ass pushing against his face. Man. She wanted him to do it! Oh! Wow! This was like nothing else. It felt so exciting to lick at her asshole. Barbara also was in a state of shock. She had relaxed while he licked at her asscheeks, enjoying the steady slow tracing of his tongue across her firm flesh; flushing with pleasure to know that his mouth was where no man's mouth had ever been. The touch of his tongue on her sphincter was more rousing than anything he had yet done. She had shoved her ass back into his face, seeking to tell him without speaking that she wanted him to continue, afraid her voice would break the spell that bound his mouth to her ass. This was what she had hoped would happen when she rolled over, but it was difficult to believe that it was actually happening.
The thought had occurred to her that he might be so oral that he would want to lick at her asshole, but she had not dared to even dream that he would be so damned enthusiastically eager for it. Her pussy juiced as his mouth encircled her asshole, his tongue probing at its center. Oh this wonderful boy was intent on getting his tongue in her asshole and she was going to help him all she could. With all her might, she willed her sphincter to relax.
Oh. My god. The tip of his tongue was inside her! She was panting with excitement, barely able to get the oxygen she needed into her lungs.
Tom was thrilled as the tip of his tongue worked its way past the guarding sphincter muscles and into her asshole. He strove mightily to get his tongue further inside. He wiggled the tip of his tongue against the soft flesh of her anus, seeking to insinuate it deeper inside her, inspired to work harder by the touch of the soft skin of her anus against the tip of his tongue. He put his mouth around her sphincter and sucked with all his might. Suddenly the rest of his tongue slipped past her sphincter and into her asshole. He was stunned at the feel of her sphincter vibrating its welcome against his tongue.
Barbara loved the feel of her sphincter clutching at his tongue wildly. It was heavenly. Perspiration broke out on her forehead and breasts and her pussy shook and quivered with lust at the feel of his tongue inside her asshole. She moaned out to him, her voice quavering with desire. "Yes. Tommy. That is soooo good. Oh. You do know how to make me happy. And I am so glad you want to have your tongue inside me. That makes it even better for me. Work your tongue in and out of my anus. Be careful or you will pull it all the way out. I hope you like it when I tighten my asshole around your tongue as you slide it in and out. It is like having your tongue in my pulsing pussy. Finger my clit while you tongue my asshole. That will really get me off."
Tom could not answer Mrs. Hughes, but he pumped his tongue in and out of her asshole joyously, sending her his answer by way of his thrusting tongue. It was so damned delicious. There was no other word for it, just plain delicious to have his tongue in her asshole. It was tight but so exciting. He reached down between her legs, quickly found her erect and hard clit and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger. Before long he felt her asshole quivering and quaking with ever increasing pressure around his tongue and knew she was having a sensational orgasm. He almost orgasmed himself as her asshole grasped and released his tongue rapidly as he gently fingered her clit through her orgasm.
Barbara thought she heard a sound and looked up startled. There was Angela, sitting on the stairs, her legs apart, hand between her legs furiously manipulating her clit and cunt, a dazed look on her face as she watched Tom tongue her mother's asshole.
Angela orgasmed, shook her head, and smiled at her mother, giving her a thumbs up sign.
Barbara was flustered at first, to find her daughter peeping at her and Tom. But the exhibitionist in her soon took over. She rolled over before Tom could make a move to protest and spread her legs. "It is time you put that marvelous cock that has been waiting so patiently inside me, Tom. You do want to have your cock in me, don't you?"
"Oh, Yes, Mrs. Hughes. I do."
Barbara guided his hard cock into her juicing cunt. "Kiss and lick my tits as we make love, Tom. Move your cock slowly and push inside me as far as you can. I want this to last. Think of something other than sex as you stroke me with your cock. I don't want you to ejaculate before I make it."
Tom did as he was told, relishing the feel of her nipples and breasts once again in his mouth. Her cunt felt so super around his cock. Mrs. Hughes sure knew how to massage a cock. Sweat broke out on his forehead and he concentrated on working out math problems as he stroked his cock in and out of her grasping cunt. It was difficult, but he managed to get his mind off of what he was doing. Then he felt her legs around his waist. She began to hump at his cock with her pussy as she had his face. He stroked faster, knowing she was about to orgasm. Her body shuddered through an orgasm and he could control himself no longer. Her quivering hot cunt around his cock produced sensations that his body could not deny. His hard cock erupted and his semen flooded her vagina, which gently squeezed every last drop from his rock hard cock.
Mrs. Hughes lay back as Tom continued to fuck her twitching pussy. She looked up and winked at Angela, who was bringing herself off again. She patted Tom on the back. "I think it is time we went to sleep, Tom. You still have a lot of studying to do tomorrow and it is getting late."
"One more fuck, Mrs. Hughes? I can make it again. I know I can. Please?"
She looked at his pleading face. "All right. But just one more. You have earned it. Slowly, remember, and get me off first."
Tom once again returned to his slow stroking, sending his cock deep inside her, rubbing his scrotum against her cuntal mound to stimulate her clitoris. Before long he felt her legs tighten around his waist and her pussy beginning to vibrate. Then she came with a rush, her arms so tight around his neck he feared some bones would break. His own load followed soon after her cum, his cock throbbing its song of happiness inside her clutching pussy.
Tommy's cock began to wilt and he pulled back from her, falling again on his knees between her legs. "Thank you, Mrs. Hughes. I never knew I could have such fun. You are so nice to me to let me lick and suck your skin and to fuck you."
"Do you want to do it another time, Tommy? Do you want to feel my skin under your mouth and to kiss and lick me all over another day?"
"Oh. Yes. Whenever you will let me."
"Then you must promise me that you will not speak a word to anyone about what we have done. If you do, I will know about it and I will not let you touch me with your mouth again. Is that clear? Do I have your word?" She was lying back on the couch as she spoke, legs open, her fiery red pussy exposed to his view, just inches from his face. She watched his eyes as her hand was slowly, hypnotically, caressing her bush, fingers dipping inside her pussy and rubbing her clit. She shivered, knowing that what she was doing was sending him into another sexual round of desire. She could see it in his eyes, glazed over with lust as he watched her fingering herself. She recognized the look, smiling with gratification, almost orgasming waiting for his hunger for pussy to impel him into action. She purred with gratification as his head fell forward, his face buried in her crotch, licking and sucking passionately at her pussy, unmindful that he was licking up his own semen.
He could not help himself. He was driven by a hunger that she knew would never ever be satisfied fully. She was thrilled at the way he mouthed her cunt with such eagerness. His stamina astonished her. She looked at the clock, startled to see that he had been sucking and licking at her for over two hours. How long could he go on?
She gloried in the feel of his tongue as it dived into her pulsing vagina and then went sluicing between her red lips to her vibrating clitoris. Her thighs tightened against his cheeks and she humped her pussy into his face as she orgasmed. Barbara blew Angela a kiss and motioned for her to go to bed, as she mashed her pussy against Tom's face, sending him a silent reward for bringing her off and a message of encouragement. Angela needed to get her rest so she could study tomorrow, but Barbara intended to let this pussy eater bring her off many more times before she went to bed. It had been a long time since she had been eaten out and she was going to make the most of it. She put her hands to his head, tightened her thighs, and humped her pussy at his face. She was going to send him all the signals to which he reacted in order to keep him lapping at her pussy over and over again. God. It was great to have him between her legs, wanting to eat her!
She felt so devilish. She decided to tease him. It was such fun to see the consternation on his face whenever there was even a suggestion that he would have to stop licking at her. Looking down at him, she said. "I am very pleased to let you bring me orgasms, Tommy. It makes me happy to know you want to do this for me. But don't you think you should get some sleep? You have a lot of work to do tomorrow."
She was thrilled to see the anguished look on his face when he looked up at her. God damn! It was so much fun to tantalize him! She loved it!
"I'm not tired, Mrs. Hughes. I could lick your pussy all night." As if to prove his words, he licked up and down her clitoris and then sucked it into his mouth.
She patted him on the head, sending him into a paroxysm of licking and kissing. "All right, Tommy. If you want to, I will let you. You do make me very happy. Ohhh. Tommy. That feels so good." She ground her pussy into his face as another cum shook her body, mashing her cuntlips against his mouth.
By three in the morning it was clear to Barbara that Tom was finally tiring. His licking had slowed, though he continued to bring her off. She had lost count of the number of orgasms she had, dozens was all she knew. She was tiring herself but still wanted more. She decided to give his oral hunger one more test. It was still difficult for her to believe that he really wanted nothing more than to lick and suck at her cunt. She pushed his head gently away from her crotch, holding his cheek against her warm thigh as she stroked his head and other cheek. "Time to rest, Tom. Really. It is past three in the morning and I know you are tired." To her delight, he struggled to get his mouth back to her pussy.
"Please, Mrs. Hughes. I am not tired. I can still make you cum. I can lick you until the cows come home. I like licking you and feeling you cum. I can't tell you how happy it makes me to know you are having an orgasm."
His response thrilled her, finally convincing her of what the night had been proving. It was just so hard to believe. He was so much more oral than she had been led to believe men were from her psychology courses. It was one thing to read about it and another thing to have someone between her legs demonstrating the truth of what her textbooks said. Like most students, she had taken her texts with a grain of salt. Here, right between her legs was the proof. She finally comprehended that nothing, not even physical exhaustion, could interfere with his need for oral satisfaction. She felt her pussy pulse again as he licked at her thigh as she held his head. Oh, well. He wants to so badly. It won't hurt to make us both happy one more time. Then I will have to insist that he rest or neither he nor Angela will get any studying done. I have been selfish enough as it is. She patted his head. "All right, Tommy. One more, but that is all."
Urged on by her voice and her hand on his head, he moved his cheek from her thigh and returned his face to her delicious cunt, worshiping her tasty flesh once again. He raised his arms so that they encircled her thighs as they held his head between them, clasped his hands together, pressing her thighs even tighter against his cheeks. He felt so loved in the embrace of her thighs and with her warm pussy under his mouth. He had never felt so good as he had these past two weeks. First Angela and then her mother letting him express his love in ways he did not even know were within him. He almost cried with happiness as he licked at her pussy.
Barbara's pussy twitched excitedly. She was elated at the way he held her thighs to his face. She felt powerful, knowing he was not only helpless within her grasp, but that he found pleasure from his state of helplessness. God. What a night this had been. She rubbed her cunt against his mouth, thinking of the many days and nights that were to come as his mouth and tongue brought her to another shattering climax.
Lovingly, she moved his still licking tongue away from her pussy, still sending aftershocks of delight through her body with gentle little licks. Her own sexual stamina had surprised her. She was tired, but could have gone on all night. Her cunt throbbed at the thought and she almost let Tom get his mouth back on her pussy. Reluctantly, she shut the thought away. "Time for bed, Tom. This is really it. I'll help you get washed up. You still have a lot of work to do tomorrow."
"Won't you let me lick you off again Mrs. Hughes?"
"No, Tom. Not tonight. Another time," she told him. Damn. She almost relented as she saw the pleading look in his eyes. But she led him to the bathroom, helped him clean up, and then tucked him into bed. There was one more thing to do, get his promise not to talk. Her earlier attempt to get his promise had been interrupted. And what fun it had been to distract him from making his promise! Oh. The way he had dived for her pussy! Her cunt sent its hungry message to her brain as she played back the scene. She got into the sofa bed and straddled him, her pussy barely an inch away from his face as a reminder of what he would lose if he talked. "Do I have your promise that you will never tell a soul about what we have done? Remember. If you ever talk you will never, never see or lick this pussy again."
Tom, stimulated by the sight and smell of her cunt so close to his face, lifted his head and licked at her pussy. She let him lick a few times to reinforce her message and then pushed his head down. "I want to hear your promise."
"I promise, Mrs. Hughes. No one will ever hear of what we have done. Cross my heart and hope to die. Now. Can I lick you off one more time? Please, Mrs. Hughes. I want to give you one more orgasm. I want to feel your cunt vibrate around my tongue one more time. I won't ask again but the sight of your pussy right over my mouth is more than I can stand." He reached up with his hands and pulled at her hips, trying to get her pussy into his mouth.
Barbara was amazed at Tom's renewed strength as his hands tugged at her hips. Her resolve weakened at his anxious, pleading cry to bring her off one more time. Her vagina sent another load of honey to her pussy lips, covering them with scented little dew drops. God knows she wanted another orgasm. She could not refuse him one final reward for the hours he had spent bringing her off. She let him pull her pussy into his mouth, liking the feel of sitting on his face. Once more she felt the rush building under the now expert plying of his tongue. She rubbed her cunt all over his face in her excitement as she orgasmed, reveling in the sheer joy of having him under her licking at her pussy. He was still licking at her pussy when she climbed off the sofa bed.
"Tommy. You are such a sweet young man. I have to let you rest. You have been very nice to me tonight and I'll let you lick my pussy another time. Now it is time to say good night. Sleep well. You have earned it."
"Good night, Mrs. Hughes. Thank you so very much."
Tom fell into an exhausted sleep, dreaming of pussy; Angela's and Mrs. Hughes, separately and together.
Barbara Hughes took a long hot shower, relishing the feel of the water spraying against her skin. She went to sleep with a smile on her lips, feeling that at last her sexual needs were going to be taken care of.
Chapter Six
Angela awoke first the next morning, stretching her tired muscles languidly, hugging herself as she thought of what had happened yesterday. She ran her hands over her body, teasing her skin with little tickling movements of her fingers, raising goose bumps as she traced a sensual path across her breasts and flat stomach with her nails. She looked at the clock; nearly eight and not a sound from mom or Tom. Might as well stay here a while. Giggling, she thought of her mom and Tom. The way mom and Tom had gone after each other, she doubted they would be up soon. What a show they put on. She tingled all over as she replayed what she had seen from the stairs.
She looked down at her breasts, admiring their pert shapeliness. Cupping them in her hands, she massaged them with her fingers, rubbing her thumbs over her now erect nipples, fascinated by the sight of her areolas reddening as the nipples became little wiggly sensitive stones under her thumbs. She luxuriated in indulging herself, her mind daydreaming of yesterday, reliving every moment. One hand strayed and lodged between her parted legs. Her fingers ruffled the downy hairs that covered her cuntal mound, teasing the flesh underneath with a gentle touch. She stretched again, twisting her naked body this way and that with her hands clasped together over her head. Her eyes followed the curves of her moving body, past her nubile young breasts, flat stomach, to her shapely legs. She wondered what Tom saw when he looked at her, shivering at the thought of him coming in through the door and seeing her lying naked on the bed.
Rolling over to lay on her tummy, she raised her knees under her, putting her ass in the air. One hand reached behind her and she experimentally ran her finger across her asshole, shivering at the way her sphincter resonated to her touch. That felt funny, sort of exciting though. What must it be like to have a tongue in her asshole? Mom sure liked it. And Tom seemed to go crazy when he had his tongue in her asshole. She pushed at her sphincter with her finger. Too tight. She couldn't get her finger in at all and was afraid she's cut herself with a fingernail poking around. She wiggled her ass in the air, pretending that Tom was licking it. Gosh. That would be something. She felt her pussy give a little twitch, responding to her mounting excitement. Rolling over, she lay supine again, hands cradling the back of her head, eyes closed, letting the sexual heat build in her body. It would be hours before she and Tom could get it on and she was feeling horny. Parting her pussy lips with the fingers of one hand, she licked the middle finger of her other hand and began to rub at the inner lips covering her clit. Almost instantly, her little clit hardened, peaking out to allow her to touch it directly.
She sighed, longing for Tom's mouth or cock. She dipped her finger into her cunt to scoop up some of the juices that were beginning to flow, rubbing her gash from her fuckhole to her clit. Up and down went her finger.
Before long she was making fucking motions with her hips and had two fingers of one hand in her vagina while rubbing her clit with the fingers of her other hand. With a little whimper of release she pushed against her fingers, her vagina grasping at the fingers inside, her clit vibrating to the motions of her fingers as she climaxed.
A thin film of perspiration covered her breasts and tummy and she could smell the honey her cunt had poured out. Too bad Tom isn't here to lick it up. At the thought of his head between her legs she once again began to finger herself, soon building toward another climax. Her body shook with sexual release from her orgasm, but it wasn't as much fun as having Tom's mouth on her pussy or his cock inside her. She was tempted to go wake him up, but he needed his sleep.
She wanted more sex from him, but they also had to study. Mom would keep her promise. If her grades were not as good or better after this test than they were last six weeks, she would not see Tom for a long time. No. She better let him rest. Between the two of them, she and her mom had given him a thorough workout. Barbara Hughes was also coming awake. She felt so damn good. Like old times, she thought, wistfully. Oh. Lordy. She missed her husband in the morning, especially on weekends when he would wake up early and lick her pussy until she awakened. Sometimes she would wake up before him and put his limp cock in her mouth, sucking him until he was hard, tickling his balls with her fingernails, teasing him awake. Damn. They had some good times in bed, and out too. She smiled, remembering the time they had come home from a party and did it in the back seat of the car parked right out front of their house under the street light. She closed her eyes and then opened them quickly.
Well. He wasn't here anymore. She had shed enough tears and last night was one way of putting his ghost behind her. She knew she would not forget him, nor stop wanting him. But last night was a reminder that she was still capable of enjoying sex with a man and able to engage in sexual experimentation. She flushed as she thought of the way Tom had slaved over her body with his mouth and tongue. Now, in the cold light of the day, she wondered about last night. It didn't seem possible that he was really as orally-oriented as last night would seem to indicate. He had probably just been overheated by having sex with an older woman. That was enough in itself to cause a teenage boy to lose his head. When he woke up this morning he WOULD probably would be ashamed of what he had done and not want to see her or Angela again. Oh, Damn. Why did she have to push him so far? But, oh my gosh; it had been fun. She may never have the chance again and by damn it was worth it. Barbara shook her head and looked at herself in the mirror her husband had insisted on suspending from the ceiling in their bedroom, running her hands over her breasts and down her flat tummy to her crotch. Hey! Not bad for an old lady!
Tom may feel embarrassed and ashamed about last night when he woke up and saw her, but she was not about to let him get away without a fight. She had been too long without sex and she was not going to let Tom slip away easily. She turned and looked at the clock; nearly eight thirty. She should be tired, but last night seemed to have energized her instead of wearing her out. Time to get going. Wonder if Angela is still asleep? Poor baby. She had her pussy and her eyes full yesterday. She seemed to take it in stride though, even when Tom had his tongue up my ass. She shivered. Damn. It had been wonderful.
She heard the sound of the shower being turned on. Angela must be up. I'll stay here until she is finished with her shower. She looked up at her image in the mirror, opening her legs and feeling sexy as she looked at her cunt in the mirror. Her hands worked their way down her body and began to massage her crotch. A little quickie would help her face the day, she thought, as she reached for the vibrating dildo she kept in a drawer in her bedside table. I have time while Angela is in the shower.
She turned the knob at the base of the vibrator to get its action going and put its vibrating tip against her hooded clitoris. Her clitoris soon came erect, emerging from its nest, responding to the vibrator with little messages of pleasure. She moistened the vibrator with KY jelly and slid it between her outer lips and into her vagina as she manipulated her clit with the fingers of her other hand, pumping the vibrator in and out of her cunt. She moved her hips in unison with the in and out movements of the vibrator and soon brought to her body the release she sought. Slowing the tempo of her fingers and vibrator as she drained the last bit of pleasure from her orgasm, she looked at her rising and falling breasts in the mirror, admiring their firmness and the way her nipples stood straight out from her breasts.
Barbara got out of bed and put on a robe, a more utilitarian one than she had worn last night. She smiled as she looked at the garment she had worn last night. Well. There was plenty of evidence that it had been worn to a party. It was covered with Tom's semen and her juices, wrinkled all over. Smiling a wry smile, she opened her bedroom door and walked toward the bathroom. A good long soak in the tub would relax her.
Angela was just emerging from the bathroom as she got to the door. She gave her a big smile, saying to her archly. "Hi, Mom. How are you this morning."
Angela's smile was infectious and Barbara could not keep a sheepish grin from her face. "Care to guess?" She laughed as she looked at Angela's wicked smile, flushing as she answered.
Angela hugged her mother. "Oh. Wow. What a day and night. Hope Tom can recover as quickly from yesterday as he did from last week. I am ready."
Barbara roughed up Angela's still wet hair in an affection gesture. "Angela. You are a greedy little girl."
Angela's voice pealed with laughter as she looked at her mother. "Oh. Mom. Tell me you aren't looking forward to more sex with Tom. Go ahead. I dare you."
Barbara could not help laughing at the truth of what Angela had just said. "Well. Maybe."
Angela hugged her mother again, surprised at how much she liked the feel of her mother's body against her own. It felt so nice to feel her mother's breasts touching hers and the way her crotch fit against hers. She kissed her mother on the cheek. "Ha! Maybe, hell! We have a goldmine and we both know it. Tom called sex a renewable resource and I feel renewed and ready to be unrenewed, if there is such a word."
Barbara looked at her thoughtfully, concern in her voice as she replied. "I hope so, honey. I'm not so sure. Tom may wake up this morning and regret what he and I did last night. It is hard to tell about how he will feel about doing the things he did with his mouth and tongue."
Angela's face looked serious as she thought about her mother's words. Gosh. It would be awful, just awful, if somehow Tom was remorseful about last night. What would he do? Would he just get up and go home? She looked at her mother anxiously, fear in her voice as she asked. "What are we going to do, mom?"
Barbara patted Angela on the shoulder. "Angela. I have an idea or two. When Tom gets up we'll fix breakfast as if nothing unusual happened yesterday or last night. When I ask you to go up and make the beds, you just do as I ask. I think I can take care of any doubts or regrets that Tom may have." She smiled brightly, as she explained to Angela what she planned to do.
Angela looked at her mother with admiration. "Gee wilikers, mom. I would never have thought of that. If that doesn't work, nothing will and we are well rid of him. Well. Not really. I'd sure miss him."
Angela's mother basked in her daughter's praise. It might not be much of a plan, but it was nice to hear Angela voice such enthusiastic admiration. "I'm sure it will work too, Angela. Now. I need to bathe. I feel like a nice long tub bath this morning."
Barbara lay in the tub, luxuriating in the feel of the warm sudsy water surrounding her body. She soaped herself, gently massaging her skin, reveling in the sensual pleasure her touch brought her. Better cut this out or I'll stay in the tub all morning, she thought, as her cunt began to respond to her gliding hands.
By now it was nearly nine thirty. Tom was beginning to stir into wakefulness. He opened his eyes slowly, looking around in surprise, forgetting for a moment where he was. He licked at his dry lips, tasting Barbara's pussy juice still caking his mouth and face and remembered in a rush that he was in Angela's house. He struggled between sleep and wakefulness as his tongue licked the juices from his lips; eyes opening and closing as he tasted again the honey Barbara had left with him. His prick hardened as his mind overflowed with memories of yielding flesh.
He snuggled into the covers, holding his prick in his hand, not wanting to come awake; wanting to hold onto this dream-state. Then he heard sounds coming from the kitchen as Angela and her mother made preparations for breakfast. The sound of pans and dishes brought him to full awakening.
God. Could he face Angela and her mother? Especially her mother! His mind and his emotions fought a battle as he thought of last night. His face reddened as he recalled how he had tongued and kissed Mrs. Hughes' body. Did he really put his tongue inside her ass? Oh. Man. Yes he did and it was terrific. His prick throbbed as the feel of her soft anal skin seemed to once again surround his tongue. Mrs. Hughes seemed to like it. No. More than seemed to. Her voice, urging him on, rang in his ears, "Work your tongue in and out of my ass." His body trembled as her words filled his mind.
But that was last night. Today she would probably hate him for forcing himself on her the way he did. He had practically raped her, dragging her hands away from her robe and shoving his face into her cunt. God. What had possessed him to act that way? But she had liked it.
Sure she had liked it. Poor woman had not had sex since her husband died. Today she would be disgusted at what had happened and want him out of her sight so she would not be reminded of the shameful goings on of last night. Tom's mind was in a turmoil. He didn't know what to think or do. Last night had introduced him to a whole new world of sexual pleasure and he knew he wanted to experience it again. How would Angela's asshole feel around his tongue? His emotions took over and he knew he wanted to make love with Angela and her mother again and again but he was ashamed of the way he had behaved and afraid to face them. What would he say to them. He was torn by contrary desires; to grab either or both women and have sex and to find a crack in the floor and fall down to China.
He wanted to get up and run home, but he couldn't do that. His mother had taught him that he must always thank people who had him over for the night. He stood up, throwing his shoulders back with determination.
Well. It had to be done. He had to face them. That was all there was to it. He'd say his thanks and get out of there before they could throw him out. But would they? Were they really angry with him? Oh. If he could only know, somehow. Golly darn it. Damn it to hell. He quietly sneaked into the bathroom and showered, put on his clothes and walked with halting steps toward the kitchen. He was ready to face the music. He'd just act as if nothing had happened. Yes. That's what he would do. Oh. If he could only make up his mind what to do.
Tom's face told Barbara all she needed to know about how he felt. He may be big as a man but he could not conceal his feelings as a man would do. He was apprehensive and afraid. But he was here. He didn't get up and run out the door. Relieved to see him, Barbara let out her breath slowly.
He was comforted to see Angela's smile; a genuine smile, no smirk or wink, no leering innuendo in her voice.
"Hi, Tom. Ready for breakfast."
Her smile was contagious and he felt his own mouth form into a grin. "Yes. Thanks. Can I help?" He turned to look at Mrs. Hughes, who was bending over putting rolls in the oven. His eyes raked her body and his cock came up as he saw she was dressed in short shorts that failed to cover her asscheeks completely. He could see the lower part of her breasts as the tank top she wore gaped open at the bottom as she bent over. She stood up slowly, turned to face him, a smile on her lips.
"Good morning. Breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes. Angela. Will you go up and make the beds?"
Tom stared at Barbara's body as Angela left without a word to go upstairs. His face flushed and his cock throbbed as he looked at her firm tits lifting the tank top, her nipples pushing out the cloth brazenly. Her shorts fit her so tightly they outlined her cunt lips.
She walked over to him, her body swaying, mesmerizing him, as he began to stammer his thanks for having him over and letting him and Angela study together. She stood in front of him, her tits almost touching his chest and put a cool finger to his fevered lips. "Shush. Not a word." Her eyes held his with hers, her lips forming a warm, comforting smile.
As he stared, spellbound by her penetrating eyes, he felt her hands undo his belt, unbutton his pants, and pull down his zipper. Her warm, soft hands pushed his pants down, releasing his hot hard cock which she took in both her hands.
Without saying a word, she slowly crouched in front of him, took his cock in her mouth and began to lick and suck it. Her hands played with his balls, rolling them between them and then she put her hands around his asscheeks and pulled his cock deeply into her mouth.
Tom's body was shaking with passion as her warm, wet mouth surrounded his cock. Without thinking of what he was doing, his hands went to her head, holding her mouth to his cock. He threw his head back, gasping for breath as wave after wave of passion swept his body.
Her mouth sucked his cock past her soft lips and then expelled it with a gentle touch as her tongue licked at his cock from scrotum to tip with little feathery kisses. She licked at the bulbous head and then mouthed it, her lips playing with it as she sucked his cock inside again. She drew her cheeks together so that the inside of her mouth clasped and then released his shaft, bringing images of her vagina around his cock to his mind.
Tom, his cock throbbing furiously, held her head to his crotch as he fucked at her mouth, his hips pistoning. With a groan, he shot his load of hot semen into her mouth, his body shuddering through his first oral climax. His legs were trembling as Barbara licked and sucked his cock, pulling the last few remaining drops of his cum from his balls, sending ripples of pleasure through his still shaking body.
Mrs. Hughes stood up, her eyes once more on his, licking her sexy lips with the tip of her tongue. She put her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her, her hands nesting his face against her neck. She nuzzled his cheek with her lips, kissing his softly as he continued to shake from his orgasm and the unexpected sexual delight she had performed. In a soft, soothing voice, she spoke to him."I hope you liked that as much as I did, Tommy. I like making love with you. It is exciting to have your mouth and tongue on my body and your hard cock in my pussy. It is also fun to feel your cock in my mouth. I hope we can have many moments like last night and this morning." She pulled her head back from his cheek, held his face with her hands and kissed him. Tom put his arms around her, his hands seeking and feeling at her body, his mouth responding to hers, his passion mounting as they prolonged the kiss.
They finally broke their embrace, both breathing heavily.
Tom looked at her, a joyous smile on his lips, a tremor in his voice as he spoke. "Thank you. Oh. Mrs. Hughes. Thank you so much. I never dreamed something could feel as good as your mouth on my cock." He blushed as he said this and she caressed his cheeks with her hands in a reassuring gesture.
"I am happy I could give you a new experience, Tom. You gave me new experiences last night and I look forward to more."
Tom's voice shook as he looked at her sexy body so close to him. "I was so afraid you and Angela would be mad at me for the way I behaved last night. I don't know what happened to me. I couldn't help myself. I am so glad you are not angry with me."
She smiled at him warmly. "We are far from angry, Tom. Angela and I are both delighted that you like to lick and kiss our bodies. We want you to do it as often as possible. Now. Go call Angela and get her down here for breakfast. The rolls are almost ready and the cereal is on the table."
Tom almost ran toward the stairs as he called for Angela to come down for breakfast.
Angela had been hiding near the kitchen door and had seen and heard everything. She had to scamper to get up the stairs before Tom came rushing to call her. As she hustled up the stairs she gave a sigh of relief at the way her mom had handled Tom. Gosh. She was super. Her plan had worked to perfection. What a mom!
She couldn't help teasing Tom as he told her to come and eat. She winked at him as she looked at him standing at the foot of the stairs. "What did you have in mind, Tommy?"
He blushed as he blurted out. "Oh. Angela. You are too much."
Angela laughed as she hurried down the stairs, took Tom's hand in hers and walked into the kitchen. "We're here, mom. Hungry and ready for the day."
All three of them had ravenous appetites and ate everything that had been prepared. After breakfast Tom and Angela repaired to the study to continue their review for the test.
The door had no sooner closed when Tom had his arms around Angela and his lips on hers. Her arms went around his neck without hesitation and she ground her pussy into his crotch. She needed no excuse to do so, she was impatient to have Tom eat her pussy, but she had also told Barbara she would get Tom's head between her legs as soon as possible. Her mother wanted to be sure Tom got plenty of reinforcement of his oral needs just in case he had any lingering doubts as to how she and Angela felt about what had happened yesterday and last night.
Tom's hands were all over her body, grabbing at her ass one moment and her tits the next. Angela squirmed with delight at his eagerness, her tongue and mouth busily working them both to a fever pitch of sexual excitement. Tom finally broke their kiss, drawing in heaving breaths, nearly hyperventilating in his excitement. "Get out of your clothes, Angela. I want your pussy in my mouth. I am going crazy wanting to eat you."
"Oh. Tommy. That is so sweet of you to want to tongue my pussy. I want it too. Would you want to take off my clothes for me?"
Tom was all thumbs as he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, finally getting them undone so he could pull it off. He stared at her breasts, held tightly encased by her bra.
She turned around so he could unfasten her bra, her skin tingling as his fingers awkwardly manipulated the unfamiliar hooks that held her bra together. Facing him, she let him lift the bra off her breasts, liking the rising tide of lust she saw in his face as her nipples came into view, red and erect.
Tom gulped, his eyes on her breasts as he worked at the button and zipper of her jeans. He went to his knees as he pulled her jeans down her body, hugging her crotch to his face as her panties were exposed. He inhaled her scented cunt with quick breaths, his mouth kissing at her panties as he pulled them down. His mouth stayed at her crotch as his hands slid her panties down to her ankles, licking and kissing her pussy lips, his tongue racing to get to her clit.
Angela put her hands to the back of his head and held his face to her steaming cunt, pushing her hips forward as she did so, gluing her pussy to his mouth. "Oh. Tom. I missed that. It has been a few hours only, but I have wanted your mouth there since I went to sleep last night. God. I am going to cum soon. Your mouth is getting me off."
Tom's only reply was a moan of pleasure as he sucked at her pussy and licked furiously at her clit, quickly bringing her to a climax.
Angela, her jeans and panties around her ankles, kept her pussy in his face as he licked up and swallowed the juices his mouth had brought forth from her vagina. Her legs were trembling from the experience.
"I have to sit down, Tom, or I will fall down." She sat at the edge of the same overstuffed chair, her pussy and ass nearly off the chair as she lay back. She lifted her legs and looked at Tom as she wiggled her feet at him, showing him her shoes and socks. "It is more comfortable to make love with my pants and panties off Tom, and you can't get them off until you take off my shoes and socks."
Tom quickly pulled her loafers off and then, his face close to her socks, he sniffed at her feet.
Angela watched him, fascinated at the way he looked at her feet. Slowly he pulled off her socks, one at a time. Then he licked at her feet. She had not seen him do this to her mother and was shocked by what he did, but excited by the feel of his tongue licking at her feet and toes. It made her feel so powerful to have him on his knees licking at her feet like a dog.
He licked at her feet and toes and then pulled off her pants and panties and licked his way up her legs and thighs to her waiting cunt.
Angela nearly orgasmed as he tickled the inside of her thighs with his tongue as his nose brushed at the downy hairs of her young pussy. She bit at her lips as he slowly worked his mouth and tongue on her pussy, her vagina grasping and releasing his tongue in frantic flutters. She wanted to grab his head and pull it to her clit and slam her hips forward to glue his face there, but she had learned to enjoy the slow buildup of an orgasm. Her breasts rising and falling rapidly from her shallow breathing, she held herself in check, letting the strength of the orgasm grow as Tom worked his tongue to her clit and with slow, deliberate speed licked up and down it.
Tom had learned how to vary the movements of his tongue in ways that brought the most pleasure to Angela's body. He wanted her to get everything she could from every orgasm because the more she got, the more he got. Her trembling tummy told him she was close to having an orgasm and he put his mouth around her clit and sucked it past his lips, licking its tip with his hard tongue as he did.
When her orgasm rushed through her, Angela could not keep from pulling Tom's face tightly against her clit as her hips thrust her cunt against his face again and again.
Tom's prick, leaking precum fluids, nearly exploded as her hands and hips kept his mouth against the soft moist skin of her pussy. He licked at her clit gently as she relaxed her muscles to enjoy the little aftercums that his tongue always brought to her.
As Tom turned his attention to her vagina, licking up and swallowing her cum, Angela put her arms around her knees and pulled them to her chest, hugging herself in a sexual embrace. Her movement lifted her pussy away from his mouth and Tom found his tongue licking at the sensitive skin that lay between her cunt and her asshole. Angela blinked her eyes as his tongue licked at the ridge of flesh between her sensitive holes; her legs trembling with wanton sexual desire. Oh. God. It was so exciting to feel his tongue there. I hope he doesn't stop. I want what mother had last night.
Tom was not about to stop. His questing tongue licked up and down along the band of cartilage, picking up moisture from her flowing cunt and then flicking his tongue back toward her asshole. He wanted her asshole but was afraid he would disgust her if he put his mouth there and licked at it. Angela's silence stimulated him to continue and in slow easy stages he worked his tongue until it was lapping at the very edge of her sphincter, tonguing the sensitive skin slowly.
Angela shivered with excitement, barely able to control herself as she waited with bated breath for Tom to get his tongue on her sphincter and penetrate its tight ring. She was panting hard, goose bumps standing out on her tummy and breasts.
Finally, Tom took the plunge and licked his tongue across her sphincter, ready to pull back at the first sign from Angela that he had gone too far. To his delight, he felt her rub her ass in his face; a silent but substantial indication of acquiescence on her part. Emboldened by her gesture, Tom ran his tongue back and forth across her sphincter, moistening it thoroughly with his saliva.
His tongue then found its center. Hardening his tongue, he pressed at the tiny orifice the encircling muscles presented to him. He wiggled the tip of his tongue back and forth, seeking to insinuate it past the guardian muscles of her sphincter. Slowly, he pushed with his tongue, harder and harder until the muscles loosened their tight bonds and let his tongue slide inside. Her sphincter spasmed wildly against his tongue, sending waves of excitement through Tom's body. The soft skin of her anal channel under his tongue was heavenly to touch.
Angela let out the breath she had been holding as Tom's tongue began its impassioned attack against her sphincter. She panted rapidly, trying to get her breathing under control as she felt his tongue slide inside and then begin to wriggle and twist within her anus. Speaking for the first time, Angela poured out her enthusiasm for what Tom had accomplished. "Tom. Oh, Tom. That feels so grand. I love it. I just love having you tongue me like that. I'm going to put my feet on your shoulders. I want to fuck at your mouth with my ass. I hope that is alright with you, Tom. I just want to feel your tongue riding in and out of me as I move my ass against your face."
Angela slowly lowered her feet to his shoulders, apprehensive that Tom's tongue would come out of her asshole. Then she started to fuck at his face with her ass, slowly forcing his tongue inside her ass and then pulling back, letting it come almost out before going in again. She fingered her clit as she fucked at his face, bringing herself to a shattering orgasm.
Tom's level of sexual energy went up several notches when her sphincter vibrated wildly around his tongue as she climaxed. He slowed the speed of his thrusting tongue to match her reduced pace during her post orgasm convulsions, thrilling at the continued spasming of her sphincter around his tongue.
Angela reluctantly pulled her ass away from Tom's face. Oh. Man. What a high that had been. But we have to study. That is all there is to it. Tom will have to understand. She patted his head and cheeks with her hands as he stayed kneeling between her legs. Standing up she told him. "We have to stop for now, Tom. We still have a lot of material to review. Thank you for something wonderful. You have a marvelous tongue and I love the way you use it. That was a real thrill."
Tom looked up at her beseechingly, but recognized the determination in her posture and voice. Without enthusiasm, he got to his feet. "You are right, Angela. But we can take a break from studying later, can't we?"
Angela put her arms around him and gave him a big hug, kissing his cheek, her sopping pussy smearing its juices against his jeans. "Silly. Of course we will take a break."
Chapter Seven
Tom and Angela worked hard, taking an occasional break. Tom's hungry tongue had several opportunities to have its thirst for pussy juice quenched and once Angela insisted on sitting on his hard dick.
They stopped long enough to eat lunch, amidst much teasing by Angela and her mother.
Barbara started it, when she said. "Goodness, Tom. The way you tear into that sandwich, you'd think you hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast."
Tom's face reddened as he looked sheepishly at Angela.
Not to be left out, Angela giggled as she looked at her mother, saying. "It is different seeing him chew. All I ever see him do is suck."
Tom shifted uncomfortably in his seat and then decided to relax and take his ribbing. After all. He was getting his full of pussy eating. He should be able to take a teasing. Deciding, though not to sit and take it without any return, he turned to Barbara, saying. "A guy can't ever get enough of a good thing. I had to wait for you to call before I got something I could get my teeth into."
After that it was no holds barred, as they took turns loosing one liners at each other.
Barbara, trying to control her laughter, looked at the clock. "Hey, you two. Better get back to the books if you want to finish before five."
Angela and Tom returned to the study and spent two uninterrupted hours working on their review questions before Tom put down his book. "Angela. I think we have this material cold. How do you feel about it?"
Angela looked thoughtfully at Tom. "Tell you what. Pop me ten questions and see if I can answer them and I'll do the same for you. Make them tough ones. Let's see how well prepared we are."
Tom accepted the challenge, looking for ten of the hardest questions he could think of. Angela answered each one perfectly, as did Tom, when she did the same for him. Tom stood up, stretched and touched his toes a few times. "Gosh. I am stiff."
Angela tittered, a smile flitting across her face. "You ought to be, sitting all day." Then she roared, saying. "I bet you have housewife's knee too!"
Tom had to laugh, though it was too close to the truth for him to laugh as hard as Angela did. His knees were sore! Spending all that time between her legs had bruised them. He did give it back to her, saying. "Look who's talking. You are the only girl I know whose bruised lips can't be seen in public."
Angela gave him a shove. "Get out of her, you wiseacre. Go tell mom we're through, while I get our things together."
Tom went looking for Mrs. Hughes, finding her upstairs. She had just finished showering after spending the day cleaning the house. Weekends were not days of rest for her. Even though Angela did a lot of things to help her around the house, there was still a lot that had to be done by herself on the weekend. She had a towel wrapped around her head and one around her waist. Tom took in a deep breath as he looked at her. He could see wet pussy hairs hanging down below the towel and her breasts were nearly falling out of it at the top. She liked the look she saw in his eyes. She had worked hard all day and if she could translate that look into action, she would sleep better tonight. She'd just see if she couldn't get him to do something besides look.
She reached up to the towel on her head, pulled it loose and began to dry her hair. As she knew it would, her vigorous movements caused the towel wrapped around her waist to fall down. She looked at Tom questioningly, asking him with her eyes to pick it up for her, reveling in the look of desire she saw in his eyes as they shifted from her breasts to her cunt.
When Tom knelt down to pick up the towel, he found himself looking right at her pussy, as Barbara knew he would. She was sure the temptation would be more than he could bear. She looked down at his head, smiling with satisfaction as his face went between her legs. The smacking, lapping sounds of his tongue working at her cunt was music to her ears. She felt unsteady on her legs as his mouth found her sensitive bud. Having her pussy licked while she was standing was a new experience for her. She clutched at his head to keep from falling over as he wrapped his arms around her, his hands kneading her asscheeks as he lapped at her pussy, now palpitating with desire. She tried to move, but his embrace was too strong.
"Oh. Tom. Not here in the hall. Let's go to my bedroom."
His craving for her pussy was too great, however. The sight of her in the towel and then her nakedness was too much for him. He licked and sucked at her clit furiously, excited by the trembling he felt in her legs and the quivering of her tummy.
Giving up trying to convince him to wait, Barbara spread her legs to balance herself and reached down with both hands to hold his face to her now juicing cunt. She threw her head back, muscles in her neck straining, as Tom worked his tongue on her clit, building her orgasm. Then it was there and she thrust her hips forward as she held his mouth against her pussy with her hands. Her legs were weak and rubbery as he licked her through several aftershocks. Gasping for breath, she patted Tom on the head. "Come into my bedroom and close the door. I have one more new experience for you, I think; unless Angela has discovered this and taught it to you."
Tom eagerly followed her into her bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Just as Tom closed the door the phone by her bed rang. "Give me a minute, Tom." She sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the phone. "Hello." She heard the voice of an old school friend. One she had not heard for several years. "Hi, Barbara. Guess who?"
"Janice. I'd recognize your voice anywhere. How are you?" Barbara motioned Tom to take a chair, covering the mouthpiece with her hand and saying. "This is an old school friend. I haven't talked with her in years. She lives here in town, but we haven't gotten together for some reason. I'll make it quick." Barbara turned her attention back to her friend. Janice had just recently remarried. Her first marriage had ended in divorce and her second marriage was not doing much better. As Barbara listened, she hiked herself up on the bed, lying back, one knee up and one hand behind her head as the other held the phone. She smiled at Tom, knowing she presented a very sexy picture that was keeping him heated up.
Tom grew impatient sitting on the chair waiting. He kept looking at Barbara's exposed pussy lips, getting more and more horny by the moment. The longer he looked at her furry crotch, the more he wanted his mouth on it. Damn. She might be on the phone all afternoon. Finally, he walked over to the bed, lay down between her legs and put his face in her crotch and began to lick.
Barbara had been looking at herself in the ceiling mirror, idly admiring how her figure looked, her breasts uplifted from her hand behind her back, her flat tummy and firm hips. She even liked the way her furry crotch looked. Then she started as she saw Tom's body appear in the mirror and then his face was between her legs. She jumped as she felt his mouth on her pussy. She almost told him to stop, but decided that she would be off the phone in a few minutes and then she could give her full attention to what Tom was doing. She reflexively patted him on the head, scratching his scalp with her fingernails as his tongue slid inside her hot lips, sending little tremors of excitement through her.
Janice, however, wanted to talk. She also was in bed, where she had been crying for an hour. She and her husband had had another argument and he had stormed out of the house two hours ago. She was angry and frightened. It scared her that her second marriage was going the way of her first; one quarrel after another over nothing of importance. She needed to hear a friendly voice and who better to call than her old college roommate?
Barbara was getting more and more excited as Tom worked slowly at her vagina and clitoris with his mouth and tongue. She began to breathe deeply and her voice was a little shaky as she talked with Janice.
"Barbara. Is there anything wrong with you?" Asked Janice.
"No, Janice. I, ah, I, I'm ok," replied Barbara, taking a deep breath as Tom took her clit between his lips and began to suck it in and out of his mouth, his tongue slowly rubbing very softly against the very tip. It was pure sexual torture to try to concentrate on what Janice was saying as Tom licked at her. God. He was devilish.
"Barbara. Are you sure. Are you hiding something from me? You are all right, aren't you? There is nothing wrong? You don't have emphysema or some sort of lung problem, do you?"
Barbara could not keep her voice steady as she tried to reassure Janice that she was all right. Tom was determined to blow her mind this time and was having the time of his life licking her slowly to an explosion while she was on the phone.
"Barbara, are you masturbating while we're talking? It would be just like you. I remember you doing that one time when you were talking to some man who had called our room thinking he had his wife. Well, I bet after that he hoped he'd get a wrong number every time he called! The poor guy! You really teased him as you played with yourself. He sure tried to get our number from you."
"Na na no, Janice. I, I, I'm not pa pa pa playing with myself." She stammered in response, gasping for breath.
The line was dead for a moment and then Janice spoke very slowly. "Someone is there with you and you're having sex. I bet he is between your legs right now licking you off. Barbara, you devil." Janice's voice rose to a shriek, as she finished.
Just then Tom brought Barbara's orgasm to a head and she lay panting, not caring what Janice thought and unable to talk. Tom's tongue kept licking as she blew through another orgasm even as the last one was coming to an end. Then he turned his attention to her quivering vagina. Turning his tongue into a scoop, he lapped up her juices, swallowed them, and then snaked his tongue in and out of her vagina. He looked up and winked at her, as they both heard Janice yelling into the phone.
"Damn it. Answer me, Barbara. I know you are there. I Can hear your heavy breathing. That must have been some orgasm. Who is it, Barbara? Do I know him?"
Giving up any hope of being able to deny what was going on, Barbara told her. "No. You don't know him and you never will. And, yes, he is licking at my pussy. I just had two roaring orgasms and he is now fucking my vagina with his tongue. I am lying in bed on my back and having a ball watching his head between my legs in the mirror over the bed. Now. While I can still breathe, what else can I tell you? Let's see. In a few minutes he is going to get back to my clit and drive me insane as he licks it. He knows just how much I can take before climaxing and when I get almost there he licks at my asshole until I catch my breath and then he goes back to my clit." As she said this, she lifted her ass, motioning for Tom to put a pillow under it. When he did, she shifted her body on the pillow so that her asshole as well as her cunt were exposed. Then she took her hand and pushed his head down, indicating she wanted him to do just as she had told her friend he was doing.
With alacrity, Tom slid his tongue past her pussy lips and licked at her vibrating asshole. Damn. This was fun.
"You still there, Janice?" She asked, not having heard her for some moments.
"Yes, Barbara. And Roger came home. He asked me who I was talking to and I said it was you. Then he asked me what we were talking about I told him what you just said. Now he is out of his clothes and on the bed and he is starting to lick at my pussy. Oh, Barbara. This is so strange. What is on these guy's minds?"
"Honey. I don't know what is on Roger's mind, but I do know what is on the mind of the man who is between my legs. It is pussy. Pure and simple. He likes to eat pussy. He ate me out on the couch for hours yesterday. Then, just minutes ago, he was kneeling between my legs in the hall after I had my shower, not able to wait to get me into bed. He couldn't wait for me to get off the phone with you and so he crawled between my legs here as I talked to you on my bedroom phone." She looked down at Tom as she finished, smiling at him as he looked up at her. She blew him a kiss as she humped at his face with her pussy, as if to tell him to eat away. She was having a ball.
"Barbara," she heard Janice say. "I am getting excited. Roger is getting me off with his tongue. I can't believe what is happening. Does the man between your legs have a name? Does he know Roger is between my legs eating my pussy while he is there eating yours?"
"Yes, Janice he knows and no he does not have a name. You may meet him one day and I am not interested in you knowing who he is. Now I am just about to make it so you will excuse me if my voice fails me from time to time."
"Barbara. I am on the edge too. Roger has my clit in his mouth and is nibbling on it with his teeth. It drives me through the roof when he does that. Ah. Agg. Here it is."
Barbara heard Janice's heavy breathing as she climaxed and at that moment felt Tom's lips pulling her clit into his mouth. His tongue against the tip of her clit brought her to a climax and she fought to catch her breath as he licked gently at her tender love bud. She tightened the grip of her thighs against his cheeks, as he licked little spirals around her asscheeks working his way toward her sphincter. "Janice. I think we had better continue this conversation some other time. I want to give my full attention to my pussy. It is difficult to talk and climax at the same time. Give me a call tomorrow night, will you? I get home about six from work. And give my regards to Roger."
"Ok, Barbara. This has been fun. Roger says he is pleased to meet you."
Barbara hung up and thought she heard another click just before she put the phone down. Hummm. Had Angela been listening? Then she looked down at Tom with a smile, pointing to the ceiling, she asked. "Like watching yourself perform?"
Tom followed her eyes, watching his tongue lick at her pussy. "Yeah. It's exciting to watch myself suck and lick at your pussy. It was fun to get you off while you were talking to your friend on the phone, too. What did you think of it?"
Barbara thought a moment, reflecting on the experience. "You know, Tom. It was fun. I did like it. What was going through your mind when you were eating my pussy as Janice and I talked?"
Tom's face reddened and he looked down.
She reached down between her crotch with her hand and pulled his chin up. "You can tell me. We are friends and I will not condemn you for anything you say."
Tom's face was still red as he looked at her. "Well. I wondered what she was like and how much she liked having her pussy licked."
Barbara looked at him closely. "Yes. But what else were you thinking. I know there was something else on your mind. Come on. Tell me."
Tom looked away as he told her, his voice so low she could hardly hear him. "I guess I was pretending I was licking her pussy."
Barbara's eyes sparkled as she heard Tom. Man. Wait until she told Janice. He hadn't even met her and he wanted to eat her pussy! "Well. Maybe we'll have Janice over one day and you can eat her pussy, but right now, mine is in your face. How about a goodbye licking?"
Tom grinned as he dropped his head and began to mouth her cunt, wondering what Janice looked like.
