Tamara had just put the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher and sat down with her third cup of coffee when her next door neighbor tapped on the back door.
"Come on in, Laura," Tamara called.
Laura was a thirty-year-old hot-blooded redhead with dazzling green eyes. Her body didn't come close to Tamara's hourglass figure. Her tits weren't as big and her ass wasn't quite as shapely, but she didn't have to hide behind a door, and her face was beautiful. She had a problem that many women could relate to. She loved oral sex, and her husband would rather die than put his tongue in a pussy.
Laura's filmy nightgown swirled around her legs and she came into the kitchen, stopped at the cupboard for a cup and filled it before sitting down across the table from Tamara.
"Good morning," Laura said.
"You're early," Tamara said, "you must be eager this morning. If you had come ten minutes earlier, we could have had a threesome with Gil."
"You keep making that offer," Laura said dismally, "and one of these days, I just might take you up on it. Joe hasn't looked at me in three days."
"He hasn't even looked at you?"
"Well, you know what I mean," Laura said.
"Not really," Tamara replied, "I don't have your problem." Gil didn't make love to her nearly as often as she liked, but she was too proud to admit it, even to a girl whose pussy she licked on a regular basis.
"Lucky you." Laura sipped her coffee, waiting for Tamara to indicate that she should spread her legs and take a ride to heaven. She wanted to cum so badly that her gut was in knots.
"So, you came over to get me to take care of you," Tamara said.
"Joe sure won't, and you've been so good to me," Laura replied. "The first couple of years we were married, his cock was hard all the time and he tried to stick the fucking thing in me every time I turned around. Now, I can rub my pussy in his face and he goes right on watching his stupid TV program, or reading his fucking newspaper."
"Why do you.. . ? " Tamara stopped and thought about what she was going to say. How could she criticize Laura for putting up with Joe when Gil had a similar problem with her?
"Why do I what?" Laura asked.
"Never mind," Tamara said. She stood and took off her robe and a mischievous grin played around her mouth as she let Laura ogle her.
Laura drank in the enchanting sight of Tamara's sensual femininity with hungry eyes. Her skin was like milk, her large tits were stunning, high and firm, so exquisitely full and ripe, so deliciously saucy, and her dusky-pink nipples were thick and swollen, standing out prominently.
The elegant, subtle curves of her figure swept in at the waist, then swelled out to shapely hips. Her thighs were well-rounded and full, melting down to shapely calves and well-turned ankles, and her taut belly sloped gracefully to the junction with her thighs.
Her mound was unusually large and prominent and fleshy, covered with a glorious tangle of loosely curled blonde hair that looked like silk and had a reddish tint to it. The long, thick lips of her cunt were visible through the long hair along her lush slit.
"Do you like what you see, Laura?" Tamara asked.
Laura's cup banged the saucer as she set it down. "You're the only blonde I know who has a reddish bush," she said softly.
"Have you been checking out other girls, Laura, or do you have another neighbor who licks your pussy when I'm busy?"
"I see other girls naked at the health club."
Tamara took Laura's hands and pulled her to her feet, pulled the redhead's gown over her head and tossed it across a chair. She smiled sexily and put her hard nipples against Laura's and curved her crotch forward and pressed her cunt against Laura's. Looking into her eyes and smiling, she put her hands behind Laura's ass and slowly twisted her own ass, rubbing their hairy mounds together.
Laura instinctively arched her back and pushed her cunt out. "Oooooo, that feels good," she sighed.
"Uh huh, you like the way it feels, don't you?"
"Oh, yes," Laura said softly. "Your body is so soft and smooth, so un-like a man's."
"You've been using me, Laura," Tamara said quietly.
"What do you mean?"
Tamara kissed the redhead's lips lightly. "I've sucked you off three or four times a week for the past six months, and you've never so much as kissed me." She ground harder against Laura and shuddered from the electrifying contact. Fiery passion roared through her body, and she hoped she could keep her mind clear for a few more minutes. "I think it's about time you start doing something for me."
The lewd rubbing was fogging Laura's mind. "What," she panted, "do you want me to kiss you?"
"Yes," Tamara said. She pushed Laura back and put her right hand on the redhead's plump, moss-covered mound. "I want you to kiss me the way I kiss you. The naked truth is, darling, you aren't going to sit in that damn chair and let me suck you off without doing something for me in return."
Laura spread her legs and rotated her chest, rubbing her tits against Tamara's. "Oh, Tamara, you know I can't," she whispered.
Tamara's left hand slid down Laura's back and cupped one of her ass cheeks as she pushed the middle finger of her right hand into the redhead's aroused, liquefied slit. "I don't know any such thing," she replied, "and neither do you." She added her index finger to Laura's crack and slid them slowly up and down. "You have to try it before you say you can't do it."
Laura didn't know what to do. She woke up horny, and couldn't entice her husband into a morning romp before he went to work. Jacking off stoked the fire in her cunt, but gave her only partial relief, and getting naked with Tamara and rubbing all over each other was like throwing gasoline on a fire. Slippery sex oil soaked her channel and poured out of her hole. She spread her legs wider and humped her ass as Tamara fingered her hot cleft.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck," she whimpered, "get my clit, baby, get my clit! Ohhhhhh, it feels so good! I'm going to cum, baby!"
Tamara abruptly backed away and casually licked her fingers.
"Oh, God, Tamara, what are you doing?" Laura wailed. "You can't leave me this way! You've got to get me off!"
"I'll get you off if you'll lick my pussy," Tamara said.
Laura stared at Tamara, her eyes smoldering with lust. "You're as bad as a man," she muttered.
Tamara put her hands on Laura's shoulders and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I might be as bad as a man, but I'm all you've got right now. It's your choice. Will you suck me off?"
Laura took a deep breath and swallowed hard. "All right, I promise," she muttered. "I'll do the best I can. Just don't expect too much."
Tamara kissed Laura again, a little harder. "I expect you to lick me as well as I lick you, baby." She put her left hand back on Laura's ass and her right hand back on her cunt mound. "Every girl who has been sucked off knows how to do it." She put her fingers back in the redhead's slit and rubbed her clitty. "You just lick my pussy the way you like yours licked."
"You're mean," Laura muttered.
She gasped and her feverish cunt exploded, instantly and turbulently, and her body twisted and twitched and jerked and her ass went back and forth, around and around, and up and down.
Tamara stuck her fingers in the redhead's hot hole and finger-fucked her harshly and massaged her clit furiously with her thumb, driving her passions higher, pushing her to the brink of climax and beyond.
Laura whined and wailed and screamed as her orgasm became more and more intense. She tightened her arm around Tamara's neck and yanked her head down and Tamara sealed her greedy lips on one of Laura's nipples and sucked the thick, turgid bud. Laura screamed louder and twisted harder, then her legs buckled and her body sagged slowly to the floor.
Tamara went down with her, still finger-fucking her pussy and rubbing her clit. Laura's ass hit the floor with a soft thud and she flopped onto her back, and Tamara knelt by her, still manipulating her pussy with a fury, keeping up the fierce finger action until Laura's orgasm subsided.
Tamara lifted her hand from Laura's cunt and stuck her juice soaked fingers in the redhead's mouth. "Suck," she said softly.
Laura sucked her juice from Tamara's fingers without thinking, then realized what she was doing, and her eyes opened wide. Tamara dipped her fingers in Laura's pussy again, then put them back in the redhead's mouth.
"See, pussy doesn't taste so bad, does it?" Tamara said with a chuckle. She took Laura's hands and pulled her to her feet. "Let's go to bed and get real comfortable."
"Oh, Tamara, you make me cum so hard," Laura gushed. She threw her arms around the blonde's neck and pressed their bodies together, blushed, and took a deep breath. "You'll have to show me what to do and be patient with me."
Tamara kissed her on the lips. "Don't worry, honey. There are no mysteries for a girl who loves sex as much as you do. Once you get turned on to sucking pussy, you'll find it perfectly natural."
Laura crawled to the middle of the bed and lay on her back and Tamara got on top of her and squirmed.
"Your body feels so good," Laura whispered.
Tamara rubbed her tits on top of Laura's. "Ummm, I like the way tits feel rubbing together." She wiggled her mound on Laura's. "I'll show you how two horny girls rub pussies after a while." She rolled onto her back, slipped her left arm under the redhead's back and tugged her close as her right hand glided smoothly between Laura's thighs.
A sensuous ache spread from her crotch to her tits, and Laura opened her legs wide. Tamara lifted herself onto her elbow and bent over to kiss the redhead. Laura's tongue darted out and the tips of their tongues met before their lips did.
Tamara let the tender morsel slide into her mouth as their lips joined in a soft, deliciously provocative kiss. Tamara's fingers teased the velvety flesh between the redhead's shapely thighs, then she thrust her tongue deep into Laura's mouth and cupped her fat pussy mound.
"Ummmmm," Laura breathed into Tamara's mouth, awed by the glorious sensations she felt.
Impulsively, she grasped one of Tamara's large tits, shoved her cunt at the blonde's hand and sucked hard on her tongue. Her clit tingled with such sweet agony. Her fun gun was going to fire again!
Tamara's nipples were hard, thick buds that threatened to burst and her clit erected fully and shot hot thrills through her lower belly as Laura's warm juice soaked her palm. The sexy redhead might be new to the game of Sapphic love, but she had all the passion her lush body promised.
Laura's full lips writhed against Tamara's, her tongue fluttered inside the blonde's mouth, her shapely ass lifted and twisted and a dynamic shudder coursed through her body.
They kissed passionately as their hands explored and teased, engaging in the intimacy that comes naturally to girls, and men, too often afflicted with the urgency to stick their cock in something, seldom pursue long enough to get a girl fully primed.
Girls have an instinctive intuition for lesbian love play, even those who have never been with another girl. They cherish and fondle and explore what might be familiar territory, fooling around and fondling and lingering in favorite places, nurturing the expectation and bringing their partner to the peak of preparation without haste, pleasing each other almost as much in foreplay as they do in the ultimate act.
Laura had never made out with another girl, and she particularly noticed the difference between Joe's foreplay and Tamara's, and there was no comparison! If forced to choose between them at that moment, Tamara would win hands down!
CHAPTER TWO
Tamara broke the kiss and nibbled Laura's puffy lower lip. Laura tweaked Tamara's nipple and hunched her cunt vigorously at the blonde's hand.
"You're doing just fine," Tamara whispered.
"I'm doing wonderful!" Laura panted. "You've never done these fabulous things to me.
"You didn't want me to," Tamara replied. "You only wanted me to suck you off."
"God, I didn't know what I was missing!"
"Live and learn, baby," Tamara said. "Are you ready to cum again?"
"Ohhhhhhh, God, yes, am I ever!" Laura exclaimed.
Tamara crawled between the redhead's velvety thighs, turned her onto her side and put one leg over and one leg under Laura's left leg. Blonde-haired cunt met red-haired cunt and fused tightly as nipples matched nipples and four mounds of tit flesh melded.
Laura gasped and began to hunch, not waiting for Tamara to fuck her. Tamara was right, she knew exactly what to do, and she needed to cum so badly! She threw her arms around Tamara, curled her cunt up, and squirmed her juicy box lasciviously against the blonde's hot slit.
"Ohhhhhh, this is good!" Laura squealed. "Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!"
"Nice soft cunt," Tamara whispered. "I'll fuck you until your eyes pop out!"
Laura's hunger matched Tamara's. By silent, mutual agreement, they glued their mouths together and their tongues stroked and plunged and fluttered. Finally getting Laura into her bed for a wild girl-fuck, and then finding her so hot and eager and willing, was wildly satisfying to Tamara. The redhead's enthusiastic response stoked her furnace.
Laura twisted her head to the side and gasped, "I'm going to cum!"
"Don't tell me," Tamara panted, "just do it! Let it go, cum hard for me. You're a great fuck, baby.. .simply fantastic! I love your cunt!"
Laura felt the spike of Tamara's bigger clit and squirmed and mashed her own stiff girl cock snugly to the blonde's. Her nipples swelled and her thighs trembled. Her own clit was so hard, it felt like an iron stud! Staring into the blonde's face with wide eyes, she tightened her arms around Tamara's neck and twisted and hunched her ass tumultuously. Soft whimpers came from the depths of her soul, then she squealed loudly as the searing stings of a shattering orgasm tore through her. Her thighs jerked dramatically, and her ass went in every direction at once.
Laura's flurry of madhouse movements triggered Tamara's climax. She clung to the lecherous redhead and hunched her cunt, scrubbing their agitated clits together, driving both of them to the pinnacle of pleasure, shaking and jerking and quaking with lusty thrills.
As their passion ebbed, their turbulent gyrations changed to soft, gentle wiggles, and they stared at each other as they basked in the warm afterglow of sexual satiation.
"God damn," Laura breathed.
"So, you like girl-fucking, do you?" Tamara ran the tip of one dainty finger over Laura's nipple and chuckled when the redhead shivered.
"I love it," Laura exclaimed. "I had no idea a girl could make me feel this way."
"When I sucked you off all those times, don't tell me that you never thought about going all the way with me," Tamara said.
"Yeah, I thought about it, but I never thought I would actually do it."
"Well, you haven't yet," Tamara reminded her.
"Oh, I will," Laura assured her.
"Do you cum so hard when Joe fucks you?"
"No. Oh, I used to, years ago, but he hardly ever fucks me now and he's never eaten me out."
"Does he have a nice cock?"
"Not bad," Laura said. "Don't tell me you want to fuck him."
"No, just love talk, honey, to keep you in the mood. I won't fuck any man who doesn't go down on me."
"Which means Gil does," Laura said. "Does he have a big cock?"
"Yeah, bigger than average, and he's got loads of stamina. I can suck his cock and play with him and still get fucked to a bushel of orgasms." Tamara wiggled her cunt against Laura's. "You asked if I was interested in fucking your husband. Are you interested in fucking mine?"
"You keep wiggling your pussy against mine, and I would fuck anybody!" Laura laughed. "Don't get mad, but I've thought about it. I know it won't ever happen, and I've never made a move on him."
"Life is full of sweet surprises, honey," Tamara said softly. She kissed Laura's lips. "Your lips are so full and sexy. I love to kiss them." She kissed Laura again.
"I want to do you," Laura whispered.
"Do me what? Tell me exactly what you want to do."
"I want to lick your pussy and make you cum."
Tamara kissed Laura again, then rolled onto her back. Laura sat up and stroked the tips of her fingers lightly up and down the blonde's lush body in a delicate, feathery motion.
"You're so beautiful," Laura said, "so voluptuous and sensual. If Joe did fuck you, he would never come back to me."
"Don't put yourself down, honey. We aren't built the same, but you're as beautiful as I am. Your touch feels so nice. I've waited a long time for it."
"I like to touch you," Laura replied. Her fingertips drifted over Tamara's body with only a hint of pressure. They moved up and down her sides, over her shoulders and arms, and down to her stomach. "Your skin feels like warm velvet."
Tamara trembled and whimpered when Laura's fingertips caressed her lower belly, just above the triangle of soft reddish blonde curls. Laura concentrated on her thighs and stomach, moving her hands more rapidly, with a lighter pressure. Tamara spread her thighs and sighed deeply as Laura's fingers trailed down the lips of her pussy.
"Do you like for me to touch you there?"
Laura asked in a hoarse whisper.
"Yes," Tamara murmured. She opened her thighs wider. "Just touch me the way you like to be touched, honey. Don't be shy, whatever feels good to you will feel good to me."
Laura caressed the inside of Tamara's thighs, letting the back of her hand brush her slit. She put her left hand on one of the blonde's heavy tits, cupped the big mound and squeezed the nipple into a sharp point, then leaned over and touched the tip of her tongue to the pebbly flesh and Tamara shuddered and sighed with pleasure.
"Your nipples are so big," Laura whispered.
"Suck them," Tamara said softly.
Laura surrounded the stiff tit bud with her soft lips and sucked hard. She went from nipple to nipple, sucking tenderly as the tips of her fingers danced rapidly over the lips of Tamara's snatch.
"Do you want me to suck your pussy?" Laura murmured from the side of her mouth, her voice muffled as she sucked on Tamara's tit. "Tell me what you want me to do to you to make you feel good, and I'll do it. Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue and lick your hard clitty?"
"Yes," Tamara moaned. Laura's hot mouth sucking her tits and nimble fingers teasing her pussy infused her with passion. "Do everything to me. Make me cum real hard."
Laura lifted her head and smiled sexily. "I'm going to turn your cunt inside out, baby!" she whispered hotly. "I've never felt so wanton." She cupped Tamara's pussy and massaged it tenderly as she nibbled and licked her way south.
Tamara's pussy was beginning to feel so damn good! "What you're doing is wonderful," she whispered, squirming and undulating her ass, "so fucking good."
Laura rolled over onto her stomach between Tamara's splayed legs and she spread her thighs wider, opening her lush garden of pleasure to Laura's kisses and caresses.
"Your clit is so much bigger than mine," Laura said softly.
"Then you won't have any trouble finding it with your tongue," Tamara snickered.
Laura ran her palms up and down the inside of Tamara's thighs, then pressed them against her face and burrowed her mouth in Tamara's enticing twat and lapped her humid slit with long strokes of her tongue. Licking a pussy was much more exciting than she anticipated, and her first taste of a girl's savory essence sparked her lust. The firm, smooth flesh of Tamara's thighs felt so good against her cheeks. She stiffened her tongue and probed the blonde's sweet honey pot. Tamara jerked and shivered as the tip penetrated. She wiggled her tongue and slid it deeper into the tight tunnel.
She lifted Tamara's legs, spread her thighs wide and pushed her knees back to her tits. She extended her tongue to its maximum length and pressed it into a broad, flat surface and her head went up and down as she licked the blonde's furry snatch from end to end.
Tamara gurgled happily, then moaned out loud. The redhead's tongue felt like a river of molten fire in her crotch, spreading flames of delight from her loins to every nerve ending in her body. Laura opened her mouth wide and covered Tamara's entire hairy twat, and Tamara let out a yell that could be heard all over the house, then the yell became a wail when Laura's flicking tongue settled on her joy buzzer.
"Oh, my God!" Tamara sobbed.
Laura lifted her head and said, "It's just me, darling. I do believe it must be getting good. Are you going to cum long and hard for me?"
"Ohhhhhh, yes," Tamara yelped, eager to get her jollies, "oh, fuck, am I ever!"
Laura ran her tongue over the blonde's bloated clit, and Tamara's hips jerked involuntarily, so hard she almost snatched her cunt away. Laura clung to her thighs and lapped her cunt, lashing Tamara's clit with her tongue as she eased two fingers up her rippling sheath.
Laura knew she had made the right move when Tamara grabbed her head with both hands and tried to force her mouth deeper into her gash. Chuckling deep in her throat, she stroked the blonde's clit with a slow, firm motion as she thrust her fingers in and out of her slippery love hole.
Tamara's body trembled and shook harder and she moaned and murmured and snuffled and panted as the feelings got better and better.
Laura fluttered her tongue faster and increased the pressure slightly, building momentum, matching the rhythm of her finger-fucking to her clit-licking, driving the blonde higher and higher, closer and closer to the peak.
The hard tremors passing through Tamara's body became more intense and violent. Suddenly, without warning, her orgasm exploded with a force that nearly tore her apart, and a quavering wail and a babble of meaningless words exploded from her throat. Her thrashing and bucking became even more violent, so violent that Laura had to fight to stay with her, scooting along on her belly as Tamara wiggled across the bed.
Laura wrapped her arm around one thigh and hung on, flicking her tongue to drive Tamara deeper into her orgasm. Her fingers were motionless in Tamara's cunt, the tips curled upward, providing friction on her G-spot as her ass swung and lunged and twisted.
Tamara's mind whirled as the spasms raced through her, wringing her body. Just when she thought she would faint from the overwhelming pleasure, the tortuous edge of her climax passed. Laura's flicking tongue continued to stroke and caress her pussy, keeping her on a plateau between the peak of passion and the bottom of the abyss. Incandescent ecstasy enveloped her, then Laura's tongue became a fiery torment again.
"Oh, fuck," Tamara wailed, "I'm cumming again!"
Laura licked and finger-fucked Tamara until her body went limp, but she wasn't finished. She pulled her fingers out of Tamara's cunt, slid her tongue through her weeping gash and licked her ass-hole.
"Oh, fuck, you're wild!" Tamara moaned. Her passion ebbed slowly and she collapsed into a pile of shuddering flesh. She licked her lips and swallowed dryly, panting shallowly. "I didn't expect that," she said softly.
Laura lifted her head and grinned. "I told you that I was going to turn your cunt inside out."
"You sure did," Tamara laughed.
"You came so hard," Laura said, slightly awed by what she had done. "I had no idea I could make another girl cum at all, let alone the way you did."
"I'm an easy fuck with a hair trigger," Tamara said with a satisfied chuckle. "Do you want me to do you, or do you want to do a 69?"
"Let's do a 69," Laura said. "I want to lick your pussy some more. I like it."
"I told you so," Tamara laughed.
CHAPTER THREE
Tamara thought about Gil all afternoon. She needed his cock so badly she could almost feel it in her pussy and taste it in her mouth. Getting Laura's head between her thighs was loads of fun, but there was nothing like a hard cock in her mouth and her pussy.
She bathed and perfumed her body and got all dolled up in a white miniskirt that barely covered her ass, a sheer white blouse and white high heel pumps so she would look great when Gil came home. Then he called and said he had to work late, and her spirits fell into her shoes. Well, she damn sure wasn't going to stay home and poke herself with a fucking vibrator again!
The hostess at her favorite restaurant told her she would have to wait at least an hour for a table, so she went a couple of doors down and had dinner at a hotel dining room. Even then, she had to wait fifteen minutes for a table. She didn't mind, really. She was going to check out the hotel bar for a suitable cock after dinner anyway.
After dinner, she went to the bar for a drink. The only empty stool in the place was next to an elegant, attractive older brunette, wearing a designer dress and enough baubles and bangles and beads and rings to open a small jewelry store. Her heavy diamond choker alone was worth a small fortune.
Tamara sat down and motioned to the bartender. "This place is packed tonight," she said. "So was the dining room. Wonder what's going on."
"Convention, dear," the woman said. "That's why I'm here. My husband is a muckety-muck in the lodge, and I'm a camp follower. He comes to these things for the camaraderie with the guys." She paused and grinned. "So do I."
"Well, at least you're straightforward," Tamara chuckled.
"I like to have fun, dear." She made a point of looking at Tamara's wedding rings. "Is that why you're here without your husband?"
"He had to work late," Tamara replied. "I went to my favorite restaurant for dinner, and couldn't get in. This was close by, so I came here."
"All husbands have to work late, dear, especially when they've got a new piece of ass lined up. My name is Sandra, by the way, but my friends call me BJ."
'Tamara. How do you get BJ from Sandra?"
"You don't. It stands for Big Jugs, my husband's nickname for me. I like it, so I use it, too. They're 36F, and I would have to special order bras, if I wore the damn things."
"You sound bitter, BJ."
"Not at all dear, just realistic. How late is your husband going to work?"
"I don't know. He said I shouldn't wait up."
"Uh huh," BJ said, "the usual comment. Is his secretary pretty?"
"Yes, very, and efficient, too. I don't know if he's banging her, and the naked truth is, I'm not sure I care." She did, but pride reared its ugly head again and she wasn't about to admit it.
"Are you interested in having some fun, Tamara?"
Tamara looked around the bar. "Looks like all the men I might be interested in are paired off," she said.
"I'm not," BJ said softly, "and you like girls."
Tamara looked down at her chest and grinned. "No sign there. Is there one on my back?"
"You have the look, dear," BJ said. "I can tell every time. Are you interested?"
Tamara nodded. "Why not? Beats watching some boring program on the tube."
BJ opened her handbag and tossed a twenty dollar bill on the bar. "That will cover our drinks," she said, "let's go upstairs."
Tamara stood close to BJ in the elevator. "I love your perfume," she said. "It's very sexy."
"Roger makes tons of money, dear, and I believe in spending it. That's what wives do, honey. We spread our legs and spread the wealth. In spite of what men think, the economy would collapse without us. By the way, he sent me out to find a playmate for the evening."
"I thought you wanted to fuck me," Tamara replied.
"I do, and so does he."
"Okay, I do just about everything but pain. Toys, fingers, tongues, cocks, whatever, I like it all."
"Roger-likes to watch a girl and me go down on each other."
"Okay," Tamara said, "as long as I get some cock. I need a good fucking in the worst way."
"Oh, you'll get fucked, honey. Roger adores fresh young pussy and big tits." BJ breezed into her suite and tossed her handbag on a chair. "Hello, darling," she said to her husband, "I found a playmate. This is Tamara. Isn't she pretty?"
Tamara smiled coyly as Roger's eyes drifted slowly up and down her voluptuous body.
Roger paused for a moment to give his tongue time to soften. "She's gorgeous," he said. "Hello, Tamara, I'm Roger." He gave her a kiss on each cheek.
"If you don't do better than that," Tamara teased, "I'm going back to the bar and try again!" She held his head with both hands and kissed him on the mouth.
"If you two will excuse me for a moment, I'm going to get more comfortable," BJ said.
"I know what that means," Tamara laughed.
Roger went to the bar. "How about a drink, Tamara?"
"A glass of white wine, if you have it. I'm trying to be a good girl."
Roger looked her up and down openly. "I-have the feeling that you're a very good girl," he said. "How about champagne?"
Tamara took off her skirt and blouse and tossed them on a chair. "A couple glasses of bubbly, and I'll be a really good girl!"
"I'll have a case sent up," Roger chuckled. He turned to give her the glass and whistled softly. "Outstanding," he muttered, ogling the thick nipples capping her lofty, upswept tits already standing arrogantly erect. "I can always trust my darling wife to pick a superb woman to be our playmate for the night."
Tamara looked directly at him as she pulled her panties up, drawing the thong into her hairy crack. The thick lips of her pussy hung our around the narrow crotch, and her long blonde bush made the sight even more alluring. "Hard to find panties that cover everything these days," she said innocently. She pushed the thong down and leaned over to step out of it and shook her chest slightly so her tits would swing and sway.
Roger stared at her luscious ass sticking up in the air and her heavy tits dangling under her chest. He studied the hairy slit winking at him from between her shapely thighs, then walked around to look at her in profile, and his eyes lit up and his breathing quickened. His wonderful, foxy wife had outdone herself this time. "Stunning," he said softly, "absolutely breathtaking."
Tamara straightened up and shivered slightly under his admiring gaze. She couldn't help wondering if he had a nice cock. "Thank you," she said. "If there's anything better than sex, I haven't found it. I do just about everything, and everything I do, I do very well."
BJ came back into the room, her large tits swaying enticingly as she walked, wearing only hose, pumps with three-inch heels, her dazzling diamonds and a sensual smile.
Tamara checked BJ out openly. Both of Roger's large hands would fall far short of covering one of her tits, and her areolae and nipples were exceptionally large. Sucking on those big buds would feel like sucking on a thumb, but a lot more fun. Her dark brown bush looked scrumptious.
"I'll just bet you do," BJ said, "you have that special air about you. If you were a call girl, you would be a very rich one." She draped a long strand of very expensive pearls around Tamara's neck. "A woman wearing something is sexier than a woman totally nude," she laughed. She took Tamara's empty glass and kissed her on the lips.
Tamara felt like a brazen hussy. Warm juice gushed into her cunt and soaked the hair along her slit. Roger took her in his arms and kissed her, and his tongue shot into her mouth. His silk blazer felt so good on her naked flesh. Her .aroused nipples scrubbed against the sensuous material and became so hard they felt like they would burst. His stiff cock pressed urgently into her naked lower belly, and her pussy gushed harder. His fingers dipped between her creamy thighs and she gasped from the searing contact.
"Oooooo," she whimpered.
His fingers probed and searched in the wet, velvety folds of her snatch. She let him guide her gently to the large, white leather couch a few feet away. The back of her legs touched the couch and she fell flat on her back, and he knelt over her with his hand still between her legs, his fingers working deftly in her oozing honey pot.
"Ohhhhh, Roger," she whimpered.
"She's as hot as I hoped," BJ said softly.
"Her cunt feels like a volcano," Roger replied. He kissed the tip of Tamara's nose. "You're a very passionate girl, Tamara."
Tamara couldn't agree more. She was swimming in a sea of sexual arousal. Her brain reeled with pure sensual delight, her cunt ached for his stiff cock, and she was his for the taking! Her thighs popped apart, revealing the moist pink slit of her quivering cunt to his marauding fingers. Pleasure surged through her and lifted her to a magical plane of ecstasy. Her hips churned rhythmically and soft mewls of bliss flowed unchecked from her gaping mouth.
"Let me have her while you undress," BJ said.
BJ sat on the coffee table in front of the couch, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement. She brushed the hair back from Tamara's damp forehead and kissed it, dragged her polished nails lightly over Tamara's hot skin and caressed her tits delicately.
"Such glorious tits," BJ said softly. "Roger adores big tits."
Tamara's nipples became even more bloated and the coral areolae puckered distinctly in unequivocal confirmation of the carnal emotions coursing through her quaking frame. She chuckled deep in her throat. "He must go ape over yours, they're bigger than mine."
"But yours are just as beautiful, and I adore big lovely tits as much as he does." BJ leaned over and placed her fully open mouth on Tamara's beautiful tit.
Tamara looked at Roger and her eyes got as big as saucers and she gasped when she saw the huge, throbbing tool sticking out from his loins, bouncing up and down in time with his pounding pulse. It looked so awesome, so potent, and she couldn't take her eyes off it. She didn't know a cock could be so big. Gil's was big, but it looked like a wiener in comparison to Roger's giant sausage. If he wanted her to suck it before he fucked her, all he had to do was stick it in her mouth, and she would do her best to suck the damn thing dry!
"Oh, God, that thing is enormous," she whispered. "I've never even seen one that big, let alone fucked one."
BJ kissed Tamara's pussy, then got up and sat by her on the couch. "He's going to fuck you and blow off some pressure, darling," she said, "then we'll have some real fun." She leaned over and began to suck Tamara's tits again.
CHAPTER FOUR
"As if fucking isn't fun," Tamara laughed, "but he'll probably blow a hole in the bottom of my cunt with that cannon!" She looked past BJ's head at Roger's cock as it nudged her cunt. "Oh, Roger," she moaned.
"I won't hurt you, honey," he said soothingly as he pushed the engorged head of his bloated cock past the protecting petals of her cunt lips.
"Oh, I know," Tamara cried, "I want you to fuck me! If you don't fuck me with that big thing, I'll just die!"
BJ lifted her head and grinned. "She's really hot, darling, so you better do as she says. It would be a damn shame to let such a stunning little bitch die because you didn't fuck her!" She giggled, and resumed her tit sucking. Watching her man plow a different furrow really turned her on.
"Aaahhh!" Tamara groaned as the jaw-breaking head of Roger's rod rolled the long lips of her cunt inward and bored into her clinging passage. She spread her thighs wider, subconsciously thinking that would make more room for his massive lance.
Roger eased forward, shoving the long, hard tube of his cock into the luscious, horny woman, and Tamara thought his lust-swollen cock would split her cunt wide open. Finally, his massive knob bumped into the mouth of her womb and his heavy, sperm-laden balls rested against the cheeks of her ass. BJ's presence, and her mouth on her tits, added a kinky spark to her excitement.
"I've never fucked a man while his wife watched," she murmured.
Roger withdrew slowly, pulling the lips of her cunt out with his rock-hard shaft, then surged forward again and buried the full length of his endless cock to the hilt with one deep, hard stroke.
Tamara gasped. Licentious liquid soaked her snatch, easing his way into her tender passage. Her tight sheath rippled around his prong and her ass twitched and hunched. "Oh, God, baby, I love it when you rock the cradle!" she panted.
He grinned and put her legs over his shoulders, held onto her thighs and fucked her with deep-diving, powerful strokes. BJ worked on her tits, going from one to the other, cupping the heavy mounds with both hands and milking them with her lips. She ran her tongue over the bloated tips, nipping them between her teeth, producing sensations of stormy excitement in the blonde beauty.
Roger fucked the slit between Tamara's spread thighs relentlessly, repeatedly burying his passion-bloated shaft completely in her liquefied, clinging cunt. Every third or fourth stroke, he withdrew until only the massive knob was in her tight honey hole, then drove back in with enough force to rock her body.
"Oh, God, I love it!" Tamara screamed. She thought the sound was only in her mind. She heard someone yelling, but didn't think it was her. "I love your cock, baby! Fuck my brains out! Suck my tits! Fuck my cunt!"
A deep shuddering tremor shook her body and her molten cunt bloomed open in breathless acceptance. She looped her left arm around BJ's neck and rocked and rolled and churned, unaware that she was making it difficult for BJ to suck her tits. Potent sparks of carnal enchantment burst into raging flames between her legs and a hot flood of absolute arousal bathed her body and mind. She hunched her crotch up and twisted her ass in tight circles, exuberantly receiving each deep thrust of Roger's plundering prick.
Roger leaned over at an angle to avoid BJ's head and kissed Tamara lightly on the lips. She threw her other arm around his neck and clamped her mouth to his and launched her long tongue between his lips.
Passion raged out of control in her body and a stormy rush of sensual excitement washed over her. She couldn't get enough of this man's gratifying prick. Her senses, her very being, unified in her quest for ultimate satisfaction. She curled her legs around his hips, locked her ankles behind his ass and humped at him with gluttonous longing.
She had no idea fucking could be so glorious. It had never been with Gil. This was mind-boggling. She had never responded so passionately, never felt the wild tremors of rapture she felt now. The carnal coupling with another woman's husband in her presence gave her a bawdy thrill, and she discovered an exhibitionistic streak she never knew she possessed.
Their bodies slapped wetly together in rising cadence. They clung to each other in mutual desire, their flesh heated by passion, bucking and rocking as one, united at the point where his lust-laden cock drove incessantly into the greedily clasping depths of her avid cunt.
"You sure know how to fuck," Roger rasped.
His lewd praise gave her an added tingle of excitement. "I've never been fucked the way you're fucking me," she panted.
Her thoughts were a kaleidoscopic image of how she must look-naked, sweaty, flushed with lust, her head thrown back, her long blonde hair framing her sensual face. Her thoughts and feelings converged at the pivotal point between her legs. She was an audacious, wanton woman who loved to fuck, and Roger's monster cock was sending her to paradise.
She rode the swell of a smashing, energizing sea, and suddenly, a stupendous surge of chaotic carnal exhilaration inundated her body, suppressing all lucid thought.
"Oooohhhhh, I'm cumming," she screeched, "oh, fuck, Roger, I'm cumming!" Her voice was so distorted by lust, she didn't recognize it. The words seemed to hang in the still air above her for a moment before crashing down to resound in her ears, reflecting the rise and fall of the powerful waves of pleasure thundering around inside her feverish brain. "Ooohhh, aaahhh, ooooo," she cried, her curvaceous body undulating from the intensity of her incessant orgasm.
Vaguely, through the erotic mist clogging her mind, she realized that Roger was also cumming, pounding her pussy with unbelievable ferocity, hammering his loins against her upturned cunt.
"Keep fucking!" he grunted.
He roared with triumphant elation as his seething seed blasted the bottom of her cunt and filled the recesses of her ravenous, sucking sheath. Her snatch clutched greedily at his rampaging prick and absorbed the flowing fluid. A serene tranquility filled her, and she lay back, breathing deeply, purring with unsurpassed fulfillment.
Roger's prick deflated inside her sultry passage and slipped out, leaving her cunt physically empty and feeling deprived of its most prized possession. Her coquettish, contented smile and the infatuated look in her sparkling blue eyes spoke volumes.
She closed her eyes and sank into a half-conscious state of euphoria, drifting without sense of time or place, her body glowing from the marvelous fucking. She wouldn't have missed this experience for anything. If she could fuck like this every time, she honestly didn't care if Gil worked late seven nights a week. She felt a towel being applied to her body and relaxed even more.
BJ rubbed briskly, then more gently, until the soft, nubby texture barely skimmed Tamara's delicate skin, the goose bumps telling her that she was sparking scrumptious chills of delight in the beautiful young blonde. She wiped Tamara's face and arms and tits and belly and rubbed the inside of her thighs amorously, with tantalizing touches.
Tamara felt no shame, even though she was still lying on her back with her thighs spread wide apart. BJ had watched Roger fuck her, so why should she be embarrassed?
BJ's eyes fixed on the thick carpet of blonde hair between Tamara's legs. Creamy male essence seeped from the pink slit of Tamara's cunt, flagrant, oozing verification of Roger's orgasm. The raunchy evidence of the just-completed carnal coupling stirred her, and gluttonous yearning bubbled up in her. She inclined her head closer and closer to the sticky snatch and her lips brushed Tamara's smooth thighs and taut belly.
The soft lips told Tamara who was kissing her, and she stirred and smiled dreamily. "That feels good, BJ," she murmured.
Roger reached down and spread Tamara's glistening lips, offering the deep, coral gash to his wife. BJ accepted with delight, and her tongue snaked out and swirled into the squelchy, sultry cleft.
Tamara shivered with rapture. "Oh, that really feels good," she moaned.
Roger was still holding Tamara's cunt lips open, and BJ looked at the clit right in front of her eyes. "Isn't her clit adorable, darling?" she said softly.
"Nice and big, and pretty juicy," Roger replied. "You won't have any trouble licking it."
BJ's tongue swirled in broad strokes and she and Tamara trembled together with growing arousal. Each lap of her tongue wiped up Roger's sticky cum, along with Tamara's cunt juice, and she held the mingled elixir on her tongue and savored the taste.
Tamara writhed under BJ's delicate, pleasing and very talented tongue. Roger caressed her tits, provoking louder whimpers of excitement and more pronounced squirms of rising agitation.
BJ quivered as her own cunt began to throb. She knew she could cum merely by eating another girl out. Not hard, but enough to calm her nerves for a few minutes. Tamara's hips twitched and writhed as her tongue circled around and around the quivering folds of her cunt with marvelous, stimulating skill.
The lecherous sight of his wanton wife eating another girl made Roger's cock throb with renewed longing. He leaned over and kissed Tamara on the lips. "Do you like the way my wife is licking your pussy," he said, "does it feel good?"
"Oooooo, yes, I love it!" Tamara breathed excitedly. "She has a fabulous tongue."
"Do you want some more?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, please, it feels wonderful!"
"Bet your little pussy has never been eaten better, has it?"
"Oh, no, this is the best!"
"Well, if you like it so much, you have to ask for it."
"Oh, yes, BJ, eat me out! Lick my cunt! Suck me off! Make me cum good! I love to cum!"
"You heard the lady, BJ," Roger said, "lick her cunt and make her cum good."
BJ needed no urging. She went back down on Tamara instantly and eagerly buried her mouth in the blonde's steaming loins, relishing the taste of hot pussy.
Roger's prick was no longer a limp, dangling hose of feeble flesh, but a growing length of stalwart muscle. He got on his knees on the couch and stuck his cock in Tamara's mouth, and she looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust.
"Aren't you glad a tongue has no gender?" he said. "My wife licks clit better than I do." He caressed her lips stretched in a tight oval around his prick. "Your mouth feels wonderful, as good as your pussy."
BJ lifted her head and said, "Don't let her suck you off, darling. She can eat your cum later. We have a long way to go."
"She's just going to enjoy it while you suck her off," he replied.
BJ's tongue ran feverishly up and down the wet, pink slit between Tamara's thighs, laving the sumptuous cleft greedily, as if unable to lick the delectable flesh fast enough, swallowing the flow from her pussy noisily, then wiggled the probing tip of her tongue on the bulging stud of Tamara's clit, sending bolts of pleasure through her.
"Suck my cock, baby," Roger whispered, his eyes burning with lust.
BJ's avid licking and Roger's passionate plea infused Tamara with carnal excitement. She ran the tip of her tongue over the head of his invading cock and sucked with gusto and skill. Her talent pleased him. Obviously, she was not a novice cocksucker, and equally obviously enjoyed it.
"That's the way, baby," he said, "suck it good." He fucked her mouth gently, careful not to force his rod too far into her gullet.
CHAPTER FIVE
BJ cut her eyes up at her husband fucking Tamara in the mouth with his great big cock, and the lascivious sight inspired her to speed up her oral fondling of the blonde's succulent snatch.
Getting her pussy licked by a girl and her mouth fucked by the girl's husband fired Tamara's passion. She rocked her hips and hunched her cunt at BJ's mouth and took more of Roger's thick shaft into her mouth.
Wet, sucking sounds filled the room as the three of them writhed and churned, lost in the heat of flourishing passion.
BJ had her fingers in her own torrid pussy, working her clit furiously, goading herself off to the pinnacle of ecstasy.
Tamara's cheeks ballooned and hollowed as she sucked the meaty piston in her mouth wantonly. Roger's tool was so big, so hard and demanding, but the skin was like velvet between her lips. She grabbed his hips and pushed and pulled to make him fuck her mouth faster. BJ's dexterous tongue was driving her into a frenzy and she bucked against the brunette's face and wondered if she might go quite mad from the astonishing sensations assailing her mind and body.
Her body began to tremble, then with a violent thrust into BJ's face, she came like an exploding volcano, gurgling and groaning around her mouthful of prick, blasting into space as rigorous tremors of orgasmic delight wracked her voluptuous body. Roger yanked his cock out of her mouth a moment before his balls gave up their heavy load. Lost in the swirling eddies of ecstasy, she didn't even notice.
Tamara's orgasmic frenzy infected BJ, and the thrilling feel of Tamara's cunt in her mouth turned her on even more. She sucked Tamara's cunt voraciously and brought herself off with her fingers. She gave Tamara's slit one last loving lick and sat up as Roger sat down by Tamara and looked at his wife with a pleased expression. BJ gave him a wink and an appreciative smile, then went to the bar and brought back three glasses of champagne.
"Here, dear," she said to Tamara, "I always need something to wet my throat after screaming the way you did."
"You're one hell of a woman, Tamara," Roger said.
"You're so sexy," BJ agreed, "I love the way you cum." She sat down on the other side of Roger.
"I love the way you eat pussy," Tamara exclaimed.
"To sex," Roger said, holding up his glass, "and two of the sexiest girls in the world."
Tamara and BJ clinked their glasses against his, then took a sip of wine to complete the toast and signify their agreement.
Tamara looked at Roger's rigid cock sticking up from his loins. "God, look at that beautiful thing," she said. She gave him a grin and a bawdy wink. "You nearly turned my poor little pussy inside out with that gorgeous thing. BJ, you must think you've died and gone to heaven every time he sticks it in you."
BJ sat up straight, her tits pushed out, her nipples hard and throbbing. "The first time I saw it, I nearly fainted," she laughed. "Before I met Roger, I had fucked only one man, and his cock wasn't anything to crow about. I was sure Roger would tear me apart if he tried to put that thing in me."
Roger took BJ's right tit and Tamara's left tit in his hands and fondled them lovingly. "Don't let her kid you," he said. "She climbed on me and rode me like a pro."
BJ looked at her husband and smiled coyly. "We've been married twenty years, Tamara.
We've both fucked a lot of different people in that time, and I still love to feel his wonderful cock pumping in and out of me, giving me so many mind-bending orgasms that I nearly go crazy."
"Maybe you still love it because you fuck other men," Tamara said. "I suspect that he loves your pussy because he fucks other girls."
BJ said, "You know, when you agreed so easily to come with me, and after what you said in the elevator, I thought you were going to be submissive. I'm so glad you're not. You're real hot, and you add so much to our fun."
"That's ironic," Tamara said. "I think my husband wishes I was more submissive." She kissed the tip of Roger's cock. "I've never fucked a husband and wife." She giggled. "Not at the same time, anyway."
She nipped one of Roger's tiny nipples between her teeth and reached for his cock. BJ's hand was already there, her fist wrapped tightly around the shaft. She started to pull her hand away, and Tamara caught it and held it on his cock.
"Let's both play with it," she said.
Roger leaned back, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. Four tender, gentle hands caressed his naked body. Two sets of lush feminine lips took turns kissing him. Two warm, active tongues explored the inside of his mouth.
Side by side, their cheeks touching, they licked his chest and nipples and bellybutton.
BJ took his cock in her hand and gave the head a light kiss, then licked the shaft as Tamara licked the bulbous knob.
"Do you ever jack him off?" Tamara asked.
"Yeah, now and then," BJ replied.
"Show me how you do it. I've jerked my share of cocks, but I've never watched another girl give a hand job."
BJ leaned over and wet the knob with saliva, then wrapped her right fist around the head and her left hand around the shaft about halfway down and began to stroke the stem and twist her hand around the head.
"Hmmm," Tamara mused, "interesting, I'll have to remember that technique."
"Jesus," Roger hissed, "you've never done it that way before, baby."
"I saw a girl in a fuck movie do it this way and thought you might like it."
"I love it," Roger groaned.
That was another bit of information Tamara filed away. She would ask Gil to bring home some fuck movies so they could watch them together. That would surprise him, but not as much as the other idea she had in mind.
"Do you usually use your left hand or your right hand?" Tamara asked.
"I'm ambidextrous," BJ giggled.
"She even jacked me off with her stocking feet one time," Roger said, "in a restaurant!" He groaned when BJ squeezed his bare knob and twisted hard.
"God, you two make me so fucking hot!" Tamara moaned. She watched BJ's hands with lusty eyes.
"His cock is so lovely when it's hard!" BJ said breathlessly.
"It's simply gorgeous," Tamara agreed passionately. "It looks so filling and virile. Are you going to jack him off? If so, may I hold the head in my mouth when he cums?"
BJ looked at her husband. "How about it, dear?"
"Whatever you two want is fine with me," Roger replied.
"Does it take him very long to recover after he cums?" Tamara asked.
"Oh, no," BJ said, "he'll be ready to go again in just a few minutes, especially if we double-suck him. I keep him in good condition by making him fuck me a couple of times every day."
"Making him?" Tamara laughed. "From what I've seen and heard so far, I bet it's a race to see who gets naked first."
"Sometimes, we don't even get naked," BJ giggled. "He yanks my panties down, leans me over the table, and pours it to me from the rear."
"Yeah, the few times you wear panties," Roger gasped. "If you're going to get my cum, Tamara, you'd better get your mouth down there!"
"My pleasure," Tamara murmured.
She leaned over and replaced BJ's right hand on the head of Roger's cock with her hot mouth, sealed her lips behind the prominent knob and fluttered her tongue rapidly. BJ stroked his stalk faster, added a twisting motion and put her right hand behind Tamara's head. Roger's legs trembled and his hips hunched.
"He's about ready, dear," BJ said, "I feel his cock swelling."
"Mrnmmmm," Tamara moaned. She took her tongue away and sucked the head of Roger's cock eagerly.
B J caressed the back of Tamara's head and leaned over so she could look at her husband's cock in the young blonde's sexy mouth. Roger's body jerked and his groans got louder.
"Here it comes," BJ whispered, stroking faster. "Eat his cum, dear. He simply loves to cum in a hot mouth."
"Mmmmmm," Tamara murmured again. She reached between Roger's legs, held his balls firmly and stuck her middle finger in the crack of his ass.
Roger jerked like touched by a live wire and his cock erupted violently. In spite of BJ's warning, the size of his load caught Tamara by surprise, and she had to swallow rapidly to get it all down.
BJ milked her husband's cock and squeezed the last few drops into Tamara's mouth. She sucked them up, ran her tongue over the knob a few times, then sat up, smiled happily, and smacked her lips.
"Mmmmmm, yummy for the tummy."
"Give me a taste," BJ cried.
Tamara put her hand around Roger's prick above BJ's and kissed the brunette passionately. They swapped tongues, sharing the residue of male essence, then they each gave Roger a saliva-laden kiss with lots of tongue action.
"Well, well, will you look at that?" BJ giggled.
Tamara looked. "Oh, goody! It's still hard enough to put in a pussy. I want to watch him fuck you!"
"Well, if you insist," BJ said coyly.
"I insist!" Tamara said firmly. She wanted to taste BJ's pussy. Not suck her off yet, but just to get her tongue in her slit. "Let me see if your little cunny is ready for him."
"Oh, I'm ready, I'm ready," BJ exclaimed, "my cunt's flowing like a river!" She stroked her husband's cock faster.
"You're always ready to fuck," Roger laughed.
Tamara slid off the couch and knelt in front of the brunette's knees. "Open your legs, darling. Maybe you're ready to fuck and maybe you're not. Let me make sure."
BJ looked down at Tamara. A girl's soft touch always turned her on. She twisted her head around, kissed her husband, and spread her legs real wide, giving Tamara plenty of room to do whatever she wished.
Roger pulled away from his wife and watched Tamara as she ran her smooth palms over the satiny flesh on the inside of BJ's thighs. The soft, sensuous touch made BJ shiver and sigh. Roger cupped one of BJ's tit mounds and rolled the bloated, protuberant nipple between the edge of his thumb and forefinger.
"Ummm, your pussy looks so luscious," Tamara whispered. She ran the tip of her finger up and down the narrow slit, then spread the lips of BJ's gash with the fingers of her left hand, exposing her joy buzzer. She gazed at the bud of tender, sensitive flesh as she slipped the middle finger of her right hand into BJ's honey hole. "Ohhh, your cunt is so wet!" She wiggled her finger around, and her mouth watered when it squished loudly.
"I told you it was flowing like a river," BJ moaned. "Your finger feels so good, darling."
"Ahhh, what a charming clitty," Tamara said softly. She leaned forward and touched the ticklish morsel with the tip of her tongue, and fucked BJ's hot hole slowly with her finger, and teased her clit with her tongue.
"Oh, fuck," BJ moaned, "you're making my pussy feel so fucking good!"
"Tamara is my name, pleasure is my game," Tamara teased. "You're ready for your husband's cock."
"I'm always ready for cock," BJ gasped.
CHAPTER SIX
Tamara's overwhelming excitement got the better of her. She pulled her finger out of BJ's cunt and glued her mouth to the hairy mound, ran her tongue deep inside and lapped up her hot elixir, then tickled her turgid love bud with a broad tongue.
BJ grabbed Roger's prick, squeezed unmercifully, and bucked her hips and banged her cunt into Tamara's mouth.
Roger tweaked his wife's big nipples and kissed her and ran his tongue into her mouth, imitating the way Tamara was running her tongue into BJ's other mouth. BJ threw her head back and nearly sucked his tongue out by the roots as she came. Her climax peaked and ebbed quickly, and she sat up.
Tamara lifted her head and looked up. "Oh, my, you needed that badly, didn't you?"
"Yeah," BJ muttered, "I've been right on the edge since you sat down by me in the bar."
Tamara chuckled. "How about some cock now?"
BJ twisted around and threw her leg over Roger's thighs. Tamara stood, put her hands on BJ's hips and helped her position herself over her husband's stiff rod, then reached under her shapely ass with one hand and held his prick upright.
BJ lowered herself slowly, taking the full length of her husband's long prick up her cunt in one fluid movement, and her breath escaped in an explosive hiss when the head hit bottom.
"Oooooo, pretty, pretty," Tamara cooed. "You like his cock, don't you?"
"I love it," BJ mewled. "I love to fuck!"
"You and me both, darling," Tamara chuckled. "Ride him hard, baby. Show me how well you cum on a cock."
Tamara mashed her big tits into BJ's back, reached around with both arms and cupped her tits and played with her big nipples as BJ took a ride to nirvana on her husband's cock.
Roger leaned forward and Tamara put one of BJ's tits in his mouth, and he sucked eagerly and nipped his wife's nipple between his teeth. Tamara played with the other tit and slid her free hand down the brunette's back, extended her middle finger and dragged it up and down the crack of BJ's ass.
B J squealed and jerked and bounced up and down on her husband's rampant rod, relishing the splendid sensations from the hard cock stuck up her cunt, from the finger in her ass, the mouth on one tit and the hand on the other one. The glorious feelings flowing from nearly every part of her body came together deep in her cunt and she came suddenly with a wild scream and a furious thrashing of her voluptuous body.
BJ came about halfway down and tumbled off Roger, her body still trembling from the aftermath of a tremendous orgasm. "Your turn, dear," she said. "Get him! Make him fill your cunt with cream! I like to watch him fuck you!"
Tamara leaned over and took over half of Roger's proud prick down her throat and bobbed her head up and down as her tongue swirled and licked as she slurped up the coating of BJ's cunt juice. Then she grabbed his cock, held it like a handle, and pulled him to the floor on top of her.
Roger jammed his cock into Tamara's hairy, horny slit and rammed it home. She yelled with joy and twisted and humped her ass as he fucked her lustily. BJ's mouth latched onto one of her nipples, and she was so hot, so eager, that she started cumming.
She locked her legs around Roger's waist and clung to him as he fucked her through two glorious, screaming orgasms and loaded her cunt with jism. He withdrew and straightened up on his knees with his limp prick dangling over her belly, and a few drops of cum dribbled out and splattered softly on the taut flesh.
BJ whirled around and swallowed his cock, sucked it clean, then released it and licked up the droplets of cum from Tamara's belly. She lay down by the blonde and began to play with one of her tits.
Tamara chuckled. "You don't even slow down, let alone quit, do you?"
"Roger thinks I'm insatiable," BJ giggled, "and he's right! I like to play with your big tits."
Tamara rolled onto her side and sucked BJ's nipples, going from one to the other.
"You're going to get her started again," Roger warned.
Tamara lifted her head and grinned. "I don't think she has ever stopped!"
"Well, it doesn't make sense for me to sit here and do nothing," Roger said. He lay down on his stomach, lifted his wife's top leg, and started licking her pussy.
Tamara glanced down at him. "I like the way he licks pussy," she said softly.
"So do I," BJ sighed.
Tamara kissed BJ on the mouth, then sucked her tits again. BJ put her arms around Tamara and pulled her head up and kissed her lips passionately and ran her tongue into her mouth. Roger backed away and watched them. He was pretty sure he knew what would happen next. Tamara shivered with elation as their big nipples met. BJ slid her hands down Tamara's back and fondled the cheeks of her shapely ass as she ground her mouth on Tamara's and pulled up on her ass to bring their cunt mounds together.
Tamara drew back and said, "What about Roger?"
"Watching us will make his cock get hard again," BJ said.
Tamara nodded, rolled onto her back and spread her legs. BJ rolled onto her back and spread her legs.
"Darling, lick our pussies and get us started," BJ said.
Tamara thought of the load in her cunt and started to remind BJ, then held her tongue to see what Roger would do.
He crawled between Tamara's legs and planted an open-mouth kiss full in the heart of her thick cunt lips. His tongue flicked out and massaged her clit, then slid from the top to the bottom of her gash. He moved over to his wife, picked her legs up, pushed them wide apart, and licked her entire crotch. The position of her legs pulled the lips of her cunt open and his tongue made several trips up and down the length of her slit, then went at her clit.
Roger moved back and sat down with his legs crossed in front of him.
BJ climbed on top of Tamara and the feel of their hard nipples rubbing together titillated both of them. Four legs entwined and bare flesh rubbed against flesh with a soft, sexy whisper. They kissed, long and hard and deep, and swapped probing tongues.
BJ looked at Tamara's firm, naked tits. Her nipples were rock-hard, jutting way out, and her large ivory globes were swollen with desire. She slid down and knelt between Tamara's splayed legs and Roger tossed Tamara's silk blouse onto her stomach. BJ picked it up and wrapped it around her hand, and slowly, seductively, caressed Tamara's full, lush tits with the slick silk.
Tamara shivered and her hard nipples throbbed as BJ made methodical, sensuous spirals on the blonde's big tit mounds. Tamara moaned and rubbed her thighs against BJ's hips as BJ caressed her belly, then went lower. When the sensuous silk touched the lips of her pussy, she bucked and gasped. The coquettish brunette really knew how to please another girl!
BJ spent several minutes lightly caressing Tamara's pussy with the slick, sensuous silk, going in circles, then up and down, then in circles again.
"Oh, fuck," Tamara hissed, "that feels fantastic! You're making me so fucking hot!"
"Just the way I want you, dear," BJ crooned. "The lips of your pussy are gaping open, just begging for me to kiss them."
BJ unwrapped the blouse and tossed it aside, knelt over Tamara and covered her trembling tits with hot kisses. She fastened her lips on one nipple, flicked her pink tongue over the pulsating tip, then went lower, licking a gleaming path from Tamara's tits to her taut tummy. She went further south, to the line of curls above Tamara's prominent cunt mound. She loved a thick bush on a girl.
Roger crawled over and sat by Tamara's shoulder so he had a better view. "Play with your tits while she sucks your sweet pussy," he said.
Tamara chuckled and started fondling her tits and tweaking her nipples. "You play with your cock," she said.
Roger chuckled and took his cock in his hand and pulled it gently.
BJ buried her face in Tamara's profuse blonde bush and rubbed her face around, caressing her cheeks with the soft, furry curls. She lifted Tamara's legs over her shoulders and pressed her mouth against the blonde's cunt and stuck out her tongue.
Tamara gasped and humped her ass and came close to purring with pleasure. She rolled her head to the side and watched Roger's hand slide up and down his cock. "Watching your wife lick my pussy really turns you on, doesn't it?"
"Damn straight, baby. I like to watch an expert at work."
"Ummmmmm, get your cock real hard. Your horny wife and I are going to suck each other off, then you have to fuck us again."
"Been a long time since I had a better offer," he teased.
BJ stretched out on her stomach between Tamara's thighs, and her long, pointed tongue darted out between her ruby lips. She ran the tip through Tamara's long slit, then licked the fleshy folds until they glistened.
A mixture of Tamara's love nectar and Roger's cum drenched her cunt, a delectable, erotic brew that BJ was eager to drink. She licked between Tamara's cunt lips, her tongue slithering along the sleek, blood-gorged flesh, then she licked her lips and savored the sexy mixture coating them.
Tamara moaned and her lovely legs flexed with tension and passion. She played with her tits and nipples and looked from Roger's prick to her box where his wife was enjoying a delicious snack. "Turn around, darling," she said, "and let me lick your pussy." She grinned at
Roger. "Get behind her and fuck her, baby. I want to watch you plow her pussy right above my eyes."
"Fantastic idea," Roger agreed.
BJ climbed over Tamara on her hands and knees and wiggled her ass at her husband. "Come on, darling, fuck me good!" She lowered her head between Tamara's splayed legs and began to lick her pussy again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tamara started clearing the table after dinner. "Darling, why don't you go in the living room and start a fire in the fireplace?" she said. "I'll bring the coffee in a few minutes."
"Did you forget that it's summer?"
"So, turn up the air conditioner. I want a fire in the fireplace."
"You made that very specific," Gil laughed. "Where else would I start a fire?"
She grinned lewdly. "You know that I get a fire in my pussy when I know you're going to fuck me," she said softly.
She loaded the dishwasher and started the coffee, then hurried to the bedroom and changed clothes. She put on a white lace mini-apron that ended at the top of her thighs, a black lace garter belt, black hose and black high heel sandals with straps that wound around the ankles. The shoes were Gil's favorite, what he called 'fuck me' shoes. She gave herself a quick once-over in the mirror and grinned before going back to the kitchen.
Gil heard her in the kitchen and called, "I thought maybe you went out for the evening. The fire's burning just right."
"It sure is," she laughed.
She put two large mugs of Irish coffee topped with mounds of whipped cream on a small tray and took it into the living room. The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly and the air conditioner was doing an adequate job of keeping up with the additional heat.
Gil looked up and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Some outfit," he said, grinning from ear to ear.
She stood in front of him with her legs apart and her lush reddish blonde bush scant inches from the end of his nose, holding the tray at waist level. "Taste this and tell me if it's all right."
He did the obvious thing. He leaned forward and buried his face in her cunt. His tongue snaked out and cleaved her slit, and she shuddered visibly when his tongue skimmed over her clit.
"Taste the coffee, baby, taste the coffee," she giggled. "You're going to make me spill everything." In spite of her protest, she let him lick her slit, closing her eyes as gentle tremors rippled through her body. "You'd better taste this damned coffee before I drop it," she whispered.
Reluctantly, he sat back and took a mug of coffee from the tray. "You haven't made Irish coffee in quite a while. Something special about tonight that I've missed?"
"You're home," she said simply.
He ogled his wife amorously as he lifted the mug to his lips. She looked liked a willing, wanton wench. He knew men who would give their left nut for the chance to just kiss such a sexy girl's pussy. And he was married to her!
"Mmmmmm, tastes good. Where did you get the sexy outfit?"
"Do you like it?"
"Love it, but you aren't being fair. You get me all worked up, then expect me to drink coffee with you standing there that way."
"Well, then, bottoms up!" She laughed and flipped her well-shaped ass at him.
He started laughing and had to put his coffee mug down before he spilled it. She took a drink of her coffee, then knelt in front of him. She removed his house slippers and unbuckled his belt and he lifted his ass off the couch so she could pull his pants down.
"I like it when you don't wear shorts. Sort of like lifting a girl's skirt and finding that she isn't wearing panties."
"I didn't know that you were into lifting girls' skirts," he teased.
Her heart skipped a couple of beats. She had nearly slipped up that time. "I was speaking from a guy's perspective, darling."
She took another drink of coffee and held the warm liquid in her mouth, lifted his cock and swallowed the coffee, then engulfed about half of his rod. She repeated the procedure several more times, using about half of the coffee.
"Mmmmmm," he said, "you're just full of surprises tonight. The coffee makes your mouth hotter than usual."
She looked up at him and winked. "I let the tigress out of her cage. Think you can handle her?"
"If I can't, I'll call in reinforcements."
She chuckled sexily. "Get serious. I'll be right back, don't go away."
"I might be crazy, baby, but I'm not stupid!"
He watched the shapely, well-rounded cheeks of her bare ass grind up and down as she walked. The high heels made her lovely legs more attractive. He wrapped his fist around his dick and stroked it slowly as he leered at his sexy wife's ass. Something about her behavior was different, and he wondered if he would ever fully understand her.
Well, that's an age-old lament common to men, he thought. On second thought, maybe she isn't behaving differently, maybe I just don't spend enough time at home lately to know.
She's always been as hot as a firecracker. The first year of our marriage, I thought she was going to fuck me to death. Then I got into this terrible habit of working late most nights, and I just don't know her any more. Maybe I ought to change my ways before I lose her, and that would be a tragedy. A girl like her doesn't come along every day.
She came back with a tall glass of ice water and paused to watch him pull his prick, her eyes twinkling and a smile pulling at the corners of her sensuous mouth. "Why do you suppose that I like to watch you play with your cock?" she mused.
"Probably for the same reason that I like to watch you play with your pussy," he replied.
"You seemed deep in thought a minute ago," she said. "Something serious?"
"I was just thinking that maybe I ought not spend so much time at the office."
"I'll second that motion," she said.
She knelt and resumed her remarkable method of cocksucking, alternating between the hot coffee and the ice water. The contrast between the coldness of the water and the soothing warmth of the coffee shocked his senses, created sensations he had never felt before.
"That's a pretty good trick, baby," he said softly. He wanted to ask where she learned it.
She sensed the unspoken question and lifted her head and said, "A girl I know told me about it." She took another sip of coffee and held it in her mouth until the tip of his cock touched her lips, then swallowed the coffee and his dick at nearly the same time.
"When girls get together, do they talk about sex a lot?"
"Uh hummm," she murmured, nodding her head.
"Guys do, too," he said.
She nodded her head again and swallowed the rest of his cock.
"Gotta cum, baby," he moaned, "can't hold it back any longer!"
She lifted her mouth from his cock and murmured, "I want you to cum, darling. Let it go, I'm ready for it."
She put her mouth back on his cock and devoted herself to giving him a superb blow job and his cock erupted into her suctioning mouth. She stroked the shaft of his dick and sucked seed and swallowed it noisily, then put a small peak of whipped cream on the end of his softening cock and licked it off.
He stripped off his shirt and reached for her.
She backed away and sat on the floor in front of him, smiling coyly as he stared at her bountiful tit mounds with fiery eyes.
"Magnificent tits," he said, his voice husky with passion.
She hefted her tits and pointed her stiff nipples at him and very slowly ran her thumbs over the bloated buds. "You like to stick your dick between my tits and cum all over my chest and face, don't you?" she teased, her voice as husky as his.
"You know I do," he said hoarsely.
"Do you ever wish they were a little bigger, and maybe a little softer?"
"No way, baby," he croaked. He cleared his throat. "I think they're perfect."
"I like to keep zing in our sex life," she said, grinning at him and rubbing her nipples harder, "so I gave myself permission to take the lead tonight. You don't mind, do you?"
"Fuck, no!"
"Fuck is such a delightfully provocative word." She rose to her knees and slid two fingers into her pussy and poked herself as she grinned and shook her chest and her elegant tits jiggled enticingly. "Doesn't it bring all kinds of lascivious thoughts to mind? For example, I really enjoy sucking your cock and swallowing your cum." She took her fingers out of her pussy and licked them slowly, the way a cook might lick her fingers after scooping the last of the cake frosting out of the bowl.
The seemingly unconscious behavior stirred him. He had seen her lick his cum off her fingers after jacking him off, but never after she'd had her fingers in her pussy. He arched one eyebrow and said, "Do you like the taste of pussy?"
Realizing that she had made another boo-boo, she thought quickly and said, "I like the taste of my pussy."
"Do you taste it often?"
"Every time I poke my pussy with a vibrator or get myself off with my fingers," she replied. "And when I suck your cock after you fuck me, of course. Speaking of vibrators, will you stop on the way home tomorrow and get me a dozen batteries? I use them up pretty fast."
She stood and took a step forward so he could reach her. He ran his hand down her belly and she opened her legs and he caressed the inside of her right thigh tenderly.
"Your skin is so warm and silky," he said softly.
'Touch my pussy, darling, play with it."
He covered her mound with his hand and stuck two fingers into her juicy honey hole. "God, your cunt feels like a fucking oven," he whispered.
"That's the way, darling, don't beat around the bush." She chuckled at her pun. "I told you, a fire rages in my pussy when I know you're going to fuck me." She held his wrist so his fingers wouldn't slip out of her pussy and sat down on his lap. She put her left arm around his neck and pushed her tit against his face. "Finger-fuck me, darling," she whispered.
He pumped his fingers in and out of her slick love channel. She pushed his head back and mashed her lips against his and her tongue flashed into his mouth and mimicked the action of his fingers in her cunt. She felt his stiff prick stabbing her in the ass and squirmed and moaned with exhilaration.
She got to her feet and stood in front of her dazed husband. "Your fingers feel good in my pussy, darling, but I want your tongue."
"Let's go to bed," he croaked.
She shook her head. "Tonight, we're going to start here and see where we end up." She spread her legs and casually fluffed up her sumptuous muff.
He stared at her crotch, at her hand moving idly over her mound as he slipped to the floor on his knees and wrapped his arms around her hips. She smiled down at him and smoothed his hair back. She put her right foot on the couch and opened her crotch wide, then put her hands behind his head and wiggled her hairy slit in front of his face.
"Kiss my pussy, darling," she said softly, "show me that you really do like it."
He puckered up and gave her hot gash a sloppy kiss.
"Mmmmmm, that feels good." She held his head and curled her ass up over his face. "Lick me right there, baby."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gil pulled the cheeks of Tamara's ass apart and dragged his tongue down the deep crack, from top to bottom, then licked her ass-hole.
"Oh, I love it when you lick my ass," she whispered. She swung her ass back and slid her right hand into her crotch with two fingers on each side of her gash and pulled it open. "Now, lick my slit."
He tongued her seam avidly, beguiled by his lusty desire and her bewitching allure, and she rocked slowly back and forth as she pressed her snatch harder to his mouth.
"Good, darling, so good," she whispered, "I love the way you lick my cunt." She tangled her fingers in his hair and humped her ass faster, wiggling her crotch over his mouth, from the top of her gash to her ass-hole. "Suck me, darling," she whispered passionately, "put your mouth over my hole and suck my juice out."
He liked it when she talked to him that way. Her raunchy nature added a poignant sizzle to their sex life. He alternated between sucking her hole lustily and fucking it with his tongue, relishing the rich flavor of her girl sap.
"I'm going to cum, darling," she moaned. "Get my clit, darling, get it good and make me cum!"
He pressed his hands against the cheeks of her ass and put his tongue directly on her large love stud and licked vigorously. She twitched and twisted turbulently as her climax seized her and transported her to the heights of ecstasy, then lost her balance and toppled onto the couch. He twisted with her and continued to lick her clit until her passion subsided and she pushed his head away.
"Damn, that was good, darling," she enthused.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him with her as she fell backward and they tumbled onto the carpet in front of the fireplace. He held her firmly and rolled them onto their side.
She wiggled and squirmed against him, and shivered when the feverish crown of his lusty cock jabbed her in the bellybutton. She melted into his arms, put her left arm under his neck and her right hand on his ass, then curled her fingers and scratched lightly up and down his backbone, from the furrow of his buttocks to his neck and back again.
He fondled the cheeks of her ass with his right hand, and she pressed her lips wetly against his and gave him her tongue in a sweet gesture of all-out surrender as his fingers danced a jig in the moist divide between her ass cheeks. The tip of one finger touched her ass-hole, and she curled her right leg over his hip.
"Put your finger in my ass-hole and your thumb in my cunt," she said softly. Her pussy gushed, and she shuddered and wiggled her ass. "Ummm, that feels so good. Hold your fingers together and finger-fuck me."
"Never thought of doing it that way," he murmured. "How do you think of these things?"
"A good piece of ass knows what pleases her, darling, and I'm a good piece of ass."
"You're a superb piece of ass," he replied.
"I need your cock, baby," she said huskily. "Take your thumb out of my cunt, but keep your finger in my ass."
She grasped his throbbing rod and guided the crown between the slick, gaping lips of her soggy cunt, then rolled on top of him and his cock sank to the hilt in her passionate love channel in one swift stroke.
Her firm, hefty tits were swollen with lust and her fat nipples were bloated and stiff with passion. His mouth went from one meaty, pinkish brown tip to the other, alternately nipping with his teeth and lapping with his tongue, arousing her to a feverish state as his hands slithered lasciviously up and down her bare back. He pushed her tits away and smothered her mouth with a sudden, hungry kiss.
She wiggled her ass and bucked on his cock and her groin slapped into his as she bounced up and down rapidly. The end of his cock banged against the mouth of her womb repeatedly, and the force of her thrusts shook her body and made her lush tits shake and jiggle all over her chest.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned, "I love to fuck you, darling! You make me cum so hard and so much! Your cock drives me crazy!"
He worked with her as she rode his cock vigorously, her muscles gripping and relaxing in concert with her lunges, fucking him masterfully. The jarring jolts of explosive spasms ripped through her quaking body and stretched her vocal cords so tight that she couldn't even scream when she came. She let herself go and surrendered completely to the carnal sensations holding her mind and body in thrall.
She slowed, then stopped and looked at him with adoring eyes. He left his finger in her ass and put his other hand on her hip.
"That, my darling husband, was a superb fuck," she muttered softly, "fantastic!"
"You did all the work," he said.
"If that's work, I'll take it any day, and never ask for a penny in payment." She leaned over and tickled the tip of his nose with her stiff nipples. "Darling, did you leave your fuck film where you knew I would find it?"
"I forgot that I had the damn thing," he muttered. "Dick loaned it to me. I'll have to remember to return it."
"I thought maybe you were trying to send me a message, maybe something you think you can't talk to me about."
"Did you watch it?"
"Yes, twice, in fact, just to be sure I didn't miss anything." She tightened her cunt muscles and wiggled her ass to keep his cock hard and interested. "There were a couple hot scenes of girls doing each other, and I wondered if that's why you got it."
"It's just a movie, baby," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "I didn't know what was in it until I watched it."
"Have you ever watched two girls fuck each other?" She drew her cunt up to the top of his cock, then suddenly slid all the way down, filling herself with his long, throbbing prick. "Live, I mean, not in a movie?"
A wave of extraordinary pleasure shot through him. He thrust his crotch up, pumping his cock into her. "No, not live."
"I thought the black girl was really good, and the blonde was so cute. Did you get turned on watching them?"
"I'm a normal male," he replied.
"Some guys think girls doing girls is perverse," she said softly.
"And some guys don't," he replied.
"Interesting. How long can you hold out before you cum?"
"I don't know, quite a while, I suppose."
She put her hands on his chest and her insatiable cunt sucked wildly on his rampant rod as she heaved her ass up and down. She stared between her legs at the scintillating sight of his charming cock plundering her tight twat, shook her head and chuckled throatily.
"God, darling, your cock looks so glorious as it goes in and out of my cunt." She chuckled again. "Feels pretty fucking good, too, and your finger up my ass is simply driving me wild!"
She sat all the way up, sat very still and began to agitate her clit with two fingers of her right hand.
"Are you going to jack off?"
"Fucking right I am," she exclaimed, "watch one of the ways I get my jollies when you're not around to satisfy me." She giggled like a schoolgirl. "Every day, I get so horny thinking about you that I have to get myself off a dozen times or so."
"Jesus," he whispered in amazement, "you are really are a hot broad!"
"Do you like it?"
"I love it!"
"Then enjoy the show, darling."
Her left hand went from one tit to the other, pinching and pulling at her distended nipples as she captured her fat clitoris between two fingers of her right hand and wiggled her hand up and down and around and around furiously.
She hovered on the launch pad a few moments, then blasted off like a rocket heading for the moon, ascending to the heavens with stunning speed. She sucked in her breath and got her lungs only half full when her orgasm hit her like the back blast of a rocket and locked her lungs. A dazzling light display danced before her eyes, and her senses shattered.
Gil watched his randy wife raptly, his eyes flicking back and forth between her passion-warped face and her flying fingers, her bawdy performance, her brazen behavior firing his own passions. He thought his cock was caught in a velvet vise. Her cunt didn't ripple. The ultra-tight channel clenched and sucked so hard, he thought it would never let go of his cock.
Tamara's clit became so sensitive, it almost hurt. Her pussy was on fire, her swollen tits ached, her brain was about to melt and her blood felt like molten lava running through her veins. She pulled at her nipples without mercy and agitated her clit even harder.
He watched her raptly, wondering if he ought to pull her hand away from her cunt before she frigged herself into a state of total senselessness.
Before he made up his mind, she fell forward on top of him, her right hand still in her crotch, her fingers inactive, merely resting on her clit.
"Oh, fuck," she breathed, "I thought I would lose my fucking mind. Are you happy, darling, do you like the way I fuck you?"
"Fantastic, baby," he wheezed, "fucking fantastic! Are you all the way down?"
"No, and I don't want to be. What about you? You haven't cum yet."
"I'm fine, baby. I have a feeling that we're not through yet and I'd better save myself for the stretch run."
"Maybe I'd better rest a while." She rolled onto her back and stretched out with a big sigh.
He got up and put more wood on the fire, then took a sip of his coffee and grimaced with disgust. "I can't stand cold coffee and cold women," he muttered.
"Well, you're going to be batting .500 tonight, darling," she giggled, "and that ain't half bad."
"Yeah, lots of women can serve hot coffee."
"What's that old saying that compares coffee and girls, something about hot as fire and black as night? Have you ever fucked a black girl, or thought about it?"
"You sure are digging around in my mind tonight," he said, deflecting her question.
"Just taking advantage of the opportunity," she replied.
"I'll be right back, don't go away."
"You're stealing my lines," she quipped.
When he returned with two snifters of brandy, she stood in front of the fireplace, her legs spread and her hands on her hips, back-lighted by the fire, looking like a living statue of a love goddess. She gave him a coy smile and licked her luscious lips.
"When some guys watch fuck films, they play fantasy games, like watching their wife fuck another guy," she said softly, "or watching her make out with another girl. Do you ever fantasize?"
"I seldom watch fuck films," he said quickly, trying to collect his thoughts. He gave her a glass of brandy and tried not to look directly into her eyes.
She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and took a sip of the brandy, then smacked her lips and grinned. "Ah, that hits the spot. If you don't want to tell me about your fantasies, I understand. Just remember, my mind is always open to you. Not to mention my legs and my mouth and my ass."
"What about your fantasies?" He sat on the couch and tossed off the last of his brandy.
"When you're ready, we'll swap," she replied. She grinned and winked. "Sort of like you show me yours, and I'll show you mine." She took a sip of brandy, then sat by him on the couch and reached over and casually fondled his limp cock.
"You were really turned on tonight," he said.
"I'm always turned on with you," she reminded him with a pretty smile.
"Let's do a 69, with you on top so I can look at your pretty pussy and play with your ass while I lick you."
She lifted his flaccid prick, shook it, and giggled. "Your cock is as limp as a wet noodle, darling, so if we're going to do anything, it will have to be a 69. Unless you want to just go to sleep."
"How do you feel about it."
"Well, I always like to cum, and a mouthful of your tasty cream would really hit the spot."
CHAPTER NINE
Tamara gave Gil breakfast and saw him off to work, then had another cup of coffee. She wished Laura would come over. In spite of her superb evening with her husband, she wanted to cum.
She thought she had been close to a breakthrough of some sort with Gil last night. If his knees hadn't got wobbly at the last minute, she would have found out what fantasies he harbored in his mind. Honestly, sometimes he was so conservative! How could a guy who liked sex so much and fucked her so well not want to expand his horizons?
She waited thirty minutes and when Laura didn't come, she went to the bedroom, took off her robe and stretched out on the bed.
She touched her tits. Her nipples were hot and swollen and her breath came in hoarse gusts as she gently kneaded the mounds of supple flesh and pinched the thick, taut peaks capping them.
What did Gil think when she licked her juice from her fingers last night? Did it turn him on? She often licked his cock after he fucked her, but maybe he didn't realize that she was getting her juice along with the residue of his cum.
Her hands moved lower down her body, across the smooth expanse of her belly, and the tips of her fingers touched the upper fringe of the soft, curly strands of her blonde bush.
She really wanted a cock right then, but she would settle for another girl. They could kiss and feel each other up and suck each other's tits and clit. She liked it so much when her nipples were sucked. She had never read anything about it, but there had to be a direct link between her nipples and clit. When her nipples were sucked, her clit tingled, and she even had small orgasms quite often.
The stunning contact of her middle finger on the feverish, tingling bud of her clit made her tremble. For a brief moment, she let her finger lie immobile on the rigid stud.
She closed her eyes and conjured up an image of Laura licking her pussy. For all her protests, it sure didn't take much to persuade her to go down. For a beginner, she was pretty good. A pleasurable tremor of longing coursed outward from her loins, saturating her flesh with carnal heat and her fingers magically changed into Laura's fingers, Laura's tongue.
Her fingers moved lackadaisically and a harbinger of the bliss to come surged through her flesh. Her fingers flicked over her thoroughly aroused clit a little faster, and ripples of pleasure shot into her tumescent nipples. She moaned softly as the titillating tingle of delight radiated from her loins, and teased the primed bud of her clit more vigorously.
She opened her legs wider, planted her feet firmly on the bed and arched her back and her ass swayed sensuously as she stuck her finger into her sultry hole and rubbed love oil up and down her lust-tortured slit.
Burning desire raced through her body as she continued the lascivious, autoerotic caress. Moaning out loud, she wormed two fingers into her seething hole and pumped them vigorously as she swiftly agitated the hot bud at the top of her hairy gash with two fingers of her other hand.
Her hips undulated and her lower belly quivered and she surrendered completely to her lascivious yearning, writhing wantonly as she finger-fucked her slippery hole and rubbed her clit furiously.
Her entire body shuddered and coarse grunts and groans and whimpers spewed from her lips as a distinct trembling began deep in her quivering belly and rushed to the surface in a blistering whirlwind of rapture. Her titillated twat sucked wantonly on her fingers and spontaneous contractions tortured her body as she reached anxiously for deliverance.
She jerked from the tumultuous convulsions of sexual delight flowing rapidly from her loins and her tits jiggled from the wild tossing of her lust-wracked torso as she finger-fucked herself harder.
The breathtaking wave of passion burst forth and roared through her thrashing body. Her breath rasped from her mouth in short gasps and she cried out in deliverance, then fell back on the bed, her body limp and spent, and less violent spasms continued to course through her loins for several moments.
Jacking off made her crave a cock more than ever. She got up, took a bath and dressed for a morning of window shopping.
CHAPTER TEN
Tamara was in a better mood as she strolled along the pedestrian mall, basking in the admiring gazes from the guys, and even some of the women. She deserved the stares. She had dressed to attract attention. Her short leather skirt highlighted her shapely legs and her large tits, swinging freely without a bra, jiggled enticingly under her silk blouse. Un-like some girls who dressed provocatively, then lost their cool when they drew stares, she welcomed, enjoyed, the open admiration.
She returned the stares of some of the guys, aware they were fantasizing about fucking her. She didn't know about the girls. If, however, the right ones were interested in swapping clit licks with her, they would find her more than receptive. She would rather have a cock, but she would gladly trade licks and a little tribadism with a sexy girl who knew how to please another girl.
She turned into a boutique that carried her favorite fragrance and went directly to the perfume counter, savoring the aroma of the myriad scents wafting through the air. The salesgirl was busy, so she waited patiently, examining the various bottles, wondering if she should try a different scent for a change. She noticed a tall, ruggedly handsome man wearing a sport jacket, slacks, loafers and open-necked shirt staring at her from a short distance away, but the salesgirl arrived, and she turned her attention to making her purchase.
She turned away from the counter and nearly bumped into the man. She muttered, "Excuse me," and started to walk away.
"Tamara," he said, "it really is you, isn't it?"
She looked puzzled. "I'm sorry, I don't.. . "
"Jason Agnew," he said.
She pointed her finger at him and laughed, "The Nerd!"
He pointed his finger at her and laughed, "You got it! Imagine running into you like this. I had no idea you were still in Denver."
"I never left, Jason."
"So, what are you doing these days?"
"Being a housewife," she laughed. "So much for my grand plans of being one of the first big-shot executives in a Fortune 500 company."
He looked gloomy, clearly disappointed by the news. "You're married?"
A plan for the rest of the day quickly formed in her mind, and she gave him a brilliant smile. "Cheer up, honey, it isn't the end of the world. It isn't every day that I run into an old friend. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you. You've changed, for the better."
Jason grinned. "Yeah, I filled out a little, didn't I? Guess I'm still a nerd, though. But you, my God, Tamara, you're a real fox! But you always were. You don't know how often I used to fantasize about you."
"Thank you, Jason, that's very nice. Can we have lunch? Maybe you'll tell me why you stopped fantasizing about me." She glanced around the boutique. "If you have someone waiting for you, I'll understand."
He shook his head. "I just came in to look for a birthday present for my mother. I would love to have lunch. Do you mind if we stop by my place first? I have to make a couple of phone calls. It's close by, we can walk. We can have a drink, then decide where to go for lunch. But I warn you, only the best will do for such a gorgeous woman."
"My, my, you have changed," Tamara laughed. "I don't remember you being so suave." She slipped her arm though his and they left the boutique. "I didn't know anyone lived downtown."
"When the mall was built, some of the older buildings were remodeled into condos. It's the latest thing for Baby Boomers." He escorted her up a flight of stairs, into a glass-covered sky walk, then into one of the buildings. "I've already had my exercise for the day, so we'll take the elevator," he said. He punched a code into a keypad by the door and the elevator door opened.
Her stomach nearly sagged into her shoes as the car whizzed upward. It coasted to a smooth stop and the door opened into a thickly carpeted foyer, and he ushered her into a huge living room.
She paused and looked around. Everything in the room spoke of money. The latest in high-tech stereo gear, the huge TV, the large leather couch and matching chairs. Lots of money. She wandered over to the window and looked out over the city at the breathtaking view of the mountains while he took off his coat and made a couple of drinks at the bar.
"Impressive," she said as she turned and accepted the Tequila Sunrise. She took a sip of her drink. "Hmmm, perfect."
"Remember the time we lied about our age and sneaked into that little bar downtown?"
"Just so I could try a Tequila Sunrise," she said.
"You read in the paper about the bartender there making the best ones in town and just had to try one."
"I thought the name sounded so exotic," she said. She looked up at him and smiled sweetly. "Isn't hindsight ironic? If I had known then what I know now, we could have had some good times."
"The story of my life," he said pensively.
She glanced around the room again. "Looks like you're doing all right for yourself. I assume there's more to this place."
"Yes, I have the whole floor. It used to be the loft of the warehouse."
"I know I'm prying, but I have to know, is it very expensive?"
"It set me back a little over a million."
"And you own it? Now I am impressed!" She sat on the plush leather couch and crossed her legs, showing him an expanse of lovely thigh. "Is robbing banks a fun way to make a living?"
He laughed and sat beside her. "Yes, if you don't get caught. As Willie Sutton said, that's where the money is."
"Seriously, what do you do for a living?"
"It will sound like bragging if I tell you," he said modestly.
"Tell me anyway," she insisted. "Anyone who can pay a million bucks for a place to live and furnish it with such expensive gadgets and furniture has earned the right to brag."
"Guess I'm still a nerd, at heart, anyway. I'm a business consultant. I help people start small businesses, find financing, get their accounts set up right, that sort of thing. The real money is in doing computer security work for the big boys. They gladly pay through the nose for programs to keep their records and trade secrets safe from prying eyes."
"If I remember right, you didn't think you would be able to afford college. You didn't learn all of that in high school or some trade school."
"No, I won a merit scholarship to the University of Chicago School of Business. Studied economics, business, computers, all that stuff."
"You must know a lot about stocks and so forth."
"Quite a bit. I've developed a couple of computer programs for my own use to track the market. That's what paid for this place and all the imagine gadgets."
"Maybe I'll get my husband to talk to you about some investments for retirement. If your fee isn't out of sight. We do all right, but we aren't rich."
"I wouldn't dream of charging you. Call it a return for favors done in the past, if you like."
"What kind of favors?" She laughed. "If I remember correctly, you never made a pass at me."
"You were always nice to me. I wanted to make a pass at you, but you were so beautiful and I felt so clumsy. I'm not so clumsy now."
She gave him a critical look and said, "No, I don't imagine you are. You've become quite a hunk." She set her glass on the coffee table. "Well, where do you want to go for lunch?"
"We can decide later. Are you very hungry?"
"Oh, you have to make your phone calls," she said. "No hurry, I had a big breakfast."
"The phone calls can wait. Would you like to see the rest of the place?"
"Sure, if I'm not keeping you from something more important."
"Nothing is more important than what I'm doing right now." Jason grinned. "I checked with the boss. He said I could take the afternoon off."
"You keep talking that way and you'll turn a girl's head."
"I hope so."
They started in the kitchen, and she noted the heavy pots and pans and utensils hanging on the large circular rack above a butcher block table in the middle of the floor.
"Well laid out, well equipped," she said. "No pots with copper bottoms like you see in the pictures in magazines."
"They spread heat okay, but they don't hold it. Heavy steel is better. The best cookware comes from Europe, unfortunately. I like to buy American whenever I can. At least my cast iron ware is American."
"Don't tell me you cook?"
"Yep, I like to cook. Learned as a little boy. My older sister hated the kitchen, so Mom made me help her. She didn't realize she was doing me a big favor. If a man is going to be a bachelor, he should know how to cook."
"Well, well, a man of many talents. I meant to ask if you've ever been married."
"No," he took her hand and led her down the hall, "never met a girl who could hold my interest that long." He showed her a bathroom and the guest room with its own bath. "The plain truth is, I never met a girl who could hold a candle to you."
"I call it the naked truth," she said. "Thank you for the compliment, but you can't spend your life pining over somebody who's not available."
"I don't," he said with a big grin. "This is the master bedroom."
The room was huge, and skylights let in abundant light, giving it an airy feeling. She looked at the king-size bed and chuckled. "Typical bachelor."
"Red satin linens and mirrors on the walls and ceiling are necessary to keep up my image," he said. "I have black ones, too. I also have a set covered with huge sunflowers and a set covered with daisies."
She cocked her head to one side and lifted an eyebrow. "Are you trying to tell me something?"
"I like girls," he laughed. "I also like color. In case you're wondering, you aren't the first one to ask."
"Male or female?"
"Female. I never show this room to men, they might get the wrong idea. Since I have your permission to brag, the furniture is solid cherry. Would you believe I had to have it built? Most everything today is wafer board or particle board covered with veneer."
"My compliments," she said, "you have very good taste."
"It's easy when you have the money," he replied unpretentiously.
"Well," she said, "now I guess it's time to eat lunch, huh?"
"I'd rather stay here and eat you," he said quietly.
She turned to him and looked at him critically, as if evaluating him for the first time. "Are you always so direct?" she asked.
He grinned. "As the old saying goes, I get my face slapped at lot, but I also get fucked a lot, quite often by the very girls who slapped my face." His look sobered. "I've always wanted to fuck you. That's one of the fantasies you wanted to know about."
"Stick out your tongue," she said.
"Pardon me?"
"Show me your tongue."
He cocked his head to the side and appraised her carefully. The faint smile playing around the corners of her mouth didn't contradict her serious expression. He shrugged his shoulders and stuck out his tongue. He felt foolish, but he would have stood on his head for the chance to fuck her. To minimize his goofy feeling, he waggled his tongue at her.
"Very good," she said.
"What was that all about?"
She sat on the side of the bed and started unbuttoning her blouse. "You'll find out in a few minutes." She grinned impishly. "Your body has grown and filled out. Do cocks continue to grow? If so, and if yours matched the growth of your body, it must be quite a sight."
Her abundant tits played peek-a-boo with the edges of her open blouse. She kept her clothes on so he could remove them. Opening her blouse was just a way to let him know what awaited him.
"I haven't had a complaint in a long time," he said, also grinning.
He took off his shirt to reveal a well-muscled chest that wasn't too hairy. She smiled. She didn't like to fuck a man who looked and felt like an ape.
"That doesn't tell me about the size," she laughed.
"You'll find out in a few minutes," he said, mimicking her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jason finished undressing and Tamara looked at the long, thick hunk of meat dangling between his legs with a pair of huge balls hanging behind it. Now, if he just knew how to use that gorgeous thing! And his tongue, mustn't forget his tongue.
"You haven't undressed," he said.
She shook her head gently. "You have to uncover whatever you want." She opened her legs a little, just to give him a preview of the promised land.
He sat down on the bed beside her and kissed the nape of her neck as he slid his right hand between her legs. He nibbled the lobe of her elegant ear and drew tiny circles on the delicate, smooth flesh as his hand slowly moved upward, heading for her hairy cunt mound.
"Undress me," she whispered passionately, "I want you to touch me all over."
He stripped her skillfully, with a minimum of fuss. "Magnificent," he said quietly as he looked at her body. "I don't remember your tits being so big."
Tamara glanced down at her tits. "They weren't when you knew me. I filled out later, and once they started, I thought the damn things would never stop."
"I'm glad they didn't," he said. He pulled her onto his lap and put his hand between her legs.
She put her arm around his neck and stared into his eyes as he slowly inched his hand upward, caressing the smooth skin on the inside of her shapely thigh. Her skin was almost hot to the touch, and he could swear he felt heat radiating from her pussy. He returned her gaze, smiling faintly as his hand got closer and closer to her mossy mound.
Neither said a word. She opened her legs a little further as his hand moved higher. Her breathing became shallow and rapid and the tip of her tongue moved lazily over her full lower lip. The change coming over her, her response to his hand so close to her pussy, captivated him. She was one hot, passionate woman! His blood ran hot, and tingles zipped up and down his spine.
He reached her cunt mound and paused. Tendrils of delicate soft hair tickled the side of his hand. The edge of his index finger rested against the lips of her snatch. He was right. Heat radiated from her humid twat. Intense heat and a heavy coating of dew made the long, bloated lips as slick as oil.
"I like girls who don't wear underwear," he said softly.
She tightened her arm around his neck and sighed. Her legs opened further. She put one foot on the floor and spread her legs, opening herself completely for him, and looked at his hand with burning eyes.
"Touch my cunt," she whispered excitedly, "I want to watch you play with it."
"I like girls who aren't afraid to talk dirty," he said with a soft chuckle. "In my fantasy, you weren't this hot."
"The real thing is sometimes better than a fantasy, dear."
He ran his finger up and down her heated, saturated gash, and her body jerked sharply. He touched her clit, and she nearly jumped out of his lap, then settled back down.
"Awesome clit," he said softly. "Big clits turn me on."
He caressed the big love stud tenderly and her cunt lips parted spontaneously, slowly opening like an delicate blossom on a warm summer morning. He put one finger in her bubbling honey hole.
"Oooooo, I like that," she moaned. "More!"
He put another finger in her and slowly pumped them in and out. Her juices flowed freely, soaking his fingers all the way down to his hand.
She stared lovingly at his hand, enthralled by the provocative sight. Her ass squirmed, rubbing on his cock. The more she squirmed, the stiffer his prick got. He put his thumb on her clit and rubbed the large spike lightly. She tightened her arm around his neck and wiggled her ass urgently.
"Oh, fuck, that feels good," she whispered hotly. "Do it, Jason, finger-fuck me!"
Her bawdy words gladdened his heart, told him she had few, if any, sexual inhibitions. He watched the ecstatic expression on her beautiful face as he fucked her torrid snatch with his fingers. Her sexual fervor awed him. He hoped he could match her impassioned hunger, thoroughly satisfy her astonishing zeal.
"I'm going to cum, baby," she whimpered. "Didn't want to cum so soon. Wanted to wait, to let the pleasure build. Faster, baby, I'm almost there!"
She stared at her crotch, at his hand, at his fingers as they plunged in and out of her greedy cunt, her ass squirming and hunching faster. He increased the speed of his finger-fucking, and her movements matched his new tempo.
"I can feel your cock under my ass," she whispered, "and it's getting so hard. Hmmm, yes, that's right, use your fingers that way. I'm going to watch you finger-fuck me while I cum."
She tightened her arm around his neck and her ass fidgeted faster, going in circles and bucking back and forth, then her whole body began to tremble. The harder he fucked his fingers in and out of her squelchy sex channel, the harder she pulled on his neck. When her body started vibrating tumultuously, they both knew her climax was at hand.
Suddenly, she buried her face in the junction of his neck and shoulder and threw her other arm around his neck as her body thrashed wildly and loud paeans of pleasure poured from her mouth, partially muffled by his neck. Then the sounds were cut off as she sank her teeth into his shoulder, not very hard, but hard enough to make him wince.
He fucked her with his fingers, pumping them rapidly in and out the molten, soggy maw of her cunt, driving her to the peak, forcing her to climax harder and harder. She came again and again, then closed her legs, clamping his hand between her thighs. She lifted her head, gasping for breath as the violent tremors wracking her body subsided.
"No more, baby," she panted, "let me catch my breath. Don't take your hand away, just don't fuck me any more or I'll lose my mind." She kissed his cheek, then pulled his head around and kissed him on the mouth. "Thank you, that was marvelous!" She giggled and sighed. "Wouldn't you know, I couldn't watch you do me while I was cumming. I've always wanted to do that, and I've never yet managed it."
"You came pretty hard," he said.
"I usually do." She slid off his lap, knelt between his legs and fondled his prick. "Would you believe I was a virgin when I married? I knew how to suck cock, after a fashion, and how to jack a guy off, but I'd never been fucked."
His cock stood in full erection a few inches from her mouth. She stroked it idly with both hands. The gnawing longing to fuck her stirred in him, made his cock throb. Naked, on her knees in front of him, she was even more breathtaking, more tantalizing. Her tits stood high and firm and her stiff nipple pointed directly at his balls.
"Part of my fantasy about you was that I would get your cherry."
"You'll enjoy fucking me a lot more now," she said softly. "I was a real klutz the first time, but I've learned a lot, and I'm a damn good piece of ass now."
"I don't doubt that," he agreed.
She reached out and cupped his balls in her left hand. "I love to play with a man's nuts! I feel in total control when I hold them. Yours are so big, so full of cream, lots of yummy for the tummy for your little cocksucker."
"I'd hardly call her little," he teased, "but I would call her beautiful."
"That's a mighty good-looking hunk of meat sticking up there," she cooed, "one of the most magnificent cocks I've ever seen. Small cocks do a good job if they're used right, but I like to ride big ones. A big beautiful cock and a wonderfully heavy sac of nuts, what more can a girl ask? Do your other girls like to play with your nuts?"
He didn't have to ask if she routinely cheated on her husband, her comment told him. Not that he cared. That was between her and her husband. If she wanted to grace him with her pussy, he would be a damn fool to say no.
"One or two, most of them seem embarrassed about touching them."
"They don't know what they're missing."
"Maybe I'll have them call you, and you can tell them," he chuckled.
"Wouldn't you be surprised if I did?" Holding onto his rigid shaft with her left hand, she stood up and straddled his legs. She moved up over him and wiggled the head on her clitoris vigorously. "Oh," she exclaimed, "that feels so fucking good!" He levered his hips up, trying to shove his prick into her wet snatch. "No, don't stick that monster in me yet, I want to play some more."
He put his arms around her and pulled her forward to mash her big tits into his bare chest. Her stiff nipples made little indentations in his skin, and a strong surge of desire to fuck her swelled within him. "How long are you going to make me wait?"
"Oh, until I finish what I want to do," she said cheerfully. She slid her right arm around his neck and lifted her lips for him to kiss.
He covered her lips with his. His desire swelled even higher as he slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweet saliva, exploring the inside of her mouth. His hands moved over her hungrily, caressing her tits, her thighs, her buttocks. She stayed in her awkward position astride his legs, his cockhead still on her clit and let his tongue wander freely.
She pulled her mouth away and kissed him lightly on the chest with moist, trembling lips. "I'm going to make you feel good now," she said, her voice husky with lust.
He relaxed and buried his lips in her soft, fragrant hair as he cupped her tits in his hands. "I'm all yours," he whispered hoarsely, "do whatever you want."
Her hot lips moved down his chest and his cock swelled and twitched and throbbed as she pulled his dick and flicked the tip of her tongue over his nipple lightly. Her tender lips covered the hard little stud and she chuckled in her throat as she sucked it.
His muscles quivered and he groaned way down deep in his chest as her plush lips and the tip of her pink tongue trailed down his body. He spread his legs as she went down, giving her room to kneel between them.
He watched her with lustful eyes as she looked at his shiny, naked cockhead, desire showing clearly on her beautiful face. She assured him she was a damn good piece of ass. He wondered if she was also a good cock-sucker. He hadn't had a really good blow job in weeks. Every girl he had fucked lately had declined to even try to suck his cock because of its size.
She kept her right fist wrapped tightly around his prick and took his balls in the palm of her left, then looked up at him, her face serious, and said, "Know what you've got when you have a big green ball in each hand?"
The question came right out of the blue and caught him totally by surprise. He frowned, trying to figure out what she meant.
"The Jolly Green Giant right where you want him," she laughed.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Just as Jason started to laugh, Tamara curled her tongue around the head of his cock and all he could manage was a deep gurgling sigh. The touch of her tongue was like striking a match in a room filled with pure oxygen. He swallowed dryly, panting hoarsely and lifting his hips, pressing his cock toward her mouth.
She extended her tongue, slid it under his bare knob and opened her mouth wide as she lowered her head slowly and guided the big head between her lips.
His arousal soared as his cockhead sank into her feverish, liquefied mouth. His breathing changed to ragged gasps as she tightened her grip around the shaft and curled her tongue around the head, breathed deeply and let his cock slide into her mouth until the tip touched the back of her throat.
"Incredible," he muttered, "I don't remember when a girl swallowed so much of my cock."
She chuckled and slowly lifted her mouth from his cock. Her mouth was so wet, a string of saliva stretched from her lips to the head. "Did I forget to tell you that I'm an excellent cocksucker?"
She swallowed him again, thrilled by the feel of his big rod in her mouth. She pressed his cockhead between her tongue and the roof of her mouth and bobbed her head up and down slowly. Saliva flowed from her mouth and trickled down the shaft as she gurgled softly around his gratifying meat.
"Jesus," he muttered.
She looked so fucking seductive kneeling between his legs, fucking herself in the mouth with his cock. She sucked his cock avidly and gently knead his balls, and his hips moved gently in rhythm with the bobbing of her head.
His mind wallowed numbly in the dizzying sensations driving him rapidly toward the ecstatic crest of a climax. He felt his orgasm gathering, ballooning in front of a seething pressure, demanding release, and he tried to think of anything but her superb mouth on his cock and delay the inevitable conclusion a little longer.
She came close to shattering his control when she tightened her lips, slid her hand up and down his rigid shaft swiftly, and bobbed her head faster. She had to know he was about to cum and was deliberate in teasing him. But then, a gifted cocksucker would know. And she was certainly masterful!
The pressure to cum became intense, and every muscle in his body quivered. The temptation to let go, let her adept mouth snatch him to the heights of sensation was nearly too strong to fight. He held on so he could continue to watch the tantalizing beauty and savor the delightful feel of her skillful mouth gobble his cock.
She relieved the pressure by lifting her head and letting his cock slide from her mouth. He breathed a long sigh of relief and watched her caress the head of his cock with her palm and tease the shaft with her lips and tongue.
She looked up at him and grinned. "Got pretty close, didn't you?"
"Yeah, won't be long."
She breathed against his cock, fondled it with her lips and the tip of her tongue. She lifted his leg, let her tongue trail down his shaft and licked his balls with swift strokes of her tongue. He'd never experienced anything quite like it. No one had ever done that to him.
She pushed his balls against his cock and squeezed both at the same time. "Does your cock hurt when it gets this hard?"
"It hurts all the way down to my toes," he groaned.
"Hmmm, well, we'll have to do something about that, won't we?"
She drew her tongue up his shaft and looked at him over the head of his prick as she lapped and kissed it. "Are you ready to cum?" she asked in a hoarse whisper.
He nodded and croaked, "Yes, God, yes!"
"You have to give me lots of your sweet cream to drink."
"Yeah, okay, whatever, just suck. You're the best cocksucker ever. Your tongue and lips are fantastic!"
She wrapped her hands around his cock, one at the base, the other above it, opened her mouth wide and lowered her head and took his cock back into her mouth.
"Oh, yeah, baby, that's the way, suck my cock good! God, what a fabulous cocksucker!"
The muscles in his thighs knotted and trembled. A groaning sigh burst from his lips, punctuating his words as her sensational, humid mouth enveloped his tortured cock. She thrust her head down, stretching her lips around the base, taking his cockhead into her throat.
"Whoooeee, damn, what a fantastic cocksucker!"
She propelled her head up and down aggressively, stimulating him expertly, driving him rapidly toward a climax.
"Oh, baby," he groaned, "you're getting it! Can you feel my cock swelling? Suck it, baby, suck my cum out. Use your tongue like that.. .oh, yeah, that's it, baby, go, suck the cum out right out of the fucking thing!"
Her head bobbed faster, slurping, watery sounds poured out of her mouth and saliva streamed down his shaft as she sucked at his love wand eagerly.
His hips lifted off the bed and his body stiffened, a quiver raced through him, then his climax burst over him. "Suck it, suck it, suck it," he chanted.
Sticky hot seed spurted into her mouth and she kneaded his balls and squeezed the shaft of his cock and gulped it down with relish. A few droplets seeped between her lips and trickled down the shaft of his cock and blended with her saliva.
He writhed and bucked in the throes of ecstasy and panted breathlessly as she sucked him dry. His cock rapidly collapsed into a limp tube of sticky flesh. She rolled it around in her mouth with her tongue, then spit it out and licked it eagerly, lapping up every last drop of his delicious essence. She lifted his flaccid shaft in her palm and kissed the head tenderly, then looked up at him and smiled.
"Isn't it amazing how quickly a cock goes from being a nice hard rod of hot flesh to a limp tube of nothing?"
"I wouldn't call it nothing!" he said indignantly.
She grabbed his ears, pulled his head down and kissed him passionately, thrust her tongue into his mouth and let him suck it a few moments, then pulled away.
"Just a figure of speech, baby," she cooed, "you've got a gorgeous cock. Did you like the way I sucked you?"
"Outstanding, baby. If you fuck as well as you suck, you're one fantastic piece of ass."
"The best you'll ever have, baby!" she laughed. "Just don't try to hold me down."
"Give me a few minutes to recover, and we'll find out how good you are."
"Why waste time? You've got a nice tongue."
"Want me to lick your pussy, huh."
"Damn right I do!"
He helped her onto the bed and got on his knees between her legs as she lay back.
"When you were trying to decide if you wanted to fuck me, why did you ask me to stick out my tongue?"
"Oh, I wasn't trying to decide if I would fuck you, baby," she chuckled. "I made up my mind in the boutique I would, if you asked me, or even hinted you would like to. I asked you to stick out your tongue so I could see if you have any hang-ups about licking pussy. If a man is too conservative to show me his tongue, he probably won't eat pussy. If he even tries, all I'll get is a quick lick and a promise."
"I promise to give your pussy a good licking," he laughed. "Eating you is a pleasure I wouldn't miss for the world. Tell me if you want me to lick you a particular way." He grinned. "I'm a damn good clit licker, but I don't object to guidance. If I don't get it right the first time, I'll keep trying until I do."
He nuzzled his mouth into her slit and his tongue snaked out and burrowed into the sumptuous, appetizing flesh of her box. The tip of his tongue roved leisurely over her prominent clitoral hood, coaxing her superb love stud to come out and play.
She whimpered with pleasure and hunched her cunt at his mouth.
With increasingly compelling strokes, he delved more deeply between her lower lips, and the opulent lips promptly gaped and invited his tongue in for more caresses as he probed into the honey-slick well of her cunt and licked up her delicious nectar.
She moaned deeper and churned her hips. "Ooohhh, Jason, your tongue feels so good, baby," she gasped, her breathing ragged. "I love the way you lick pussy."
He stretched out on his belly and she threw her lovely quivering legs over his shoulders as he intensified his licking. The silky flesh on the inside of her thighs cradled his head as he changed from licking her succulent gash and sucked amorously on her clit, drawing the oversize, pulsing stud between his lips and sucking gently as his tongue rambled over and around the hypersensitive stub.
"Oh, Jason, baby, I'm cumming!" she gasped.
He liked supercharged girls with hair triggers. As her ass bucked and twisted, he clung to her foxy butt and licked her clit lickety-split, driving her into a frenzy. When her wild gyrations slowed, he kissed her clit, then sucked it gently, looking at her lovely face over the expanse of her alluring belly. He gave her clit a last lick and lifted his head.
"Wow, you took off like a rocket," he chuckled.
"A talented tongue on my clit always does that to me. I should have warned you."
"Now I understand what you meant about a lick and a promise. You really like to get your clit licked, don't you?"
"I love it!"
"You went off too quickly to enjoy the full range of my talents. Want to go another round?"
"Oh, baby, do I ever!" She flopped onto her back and spread her legs so wide they stuck straight out from her hips.
Jason's eyes caressed her every curve, relishing every nook and cranny of her exciting body.
"God, what a sexy posture," he said softly. He fondled her tits with both hands, mashing the big mounds together, kneading them, toying with her nipples. "Such beautiful, delicious tits," he murmured, his hands gliding over and around the smooth globes with a feathery touch.
She felt renewed arousal stirring in her loins from his obvious adoration. "Lick them," she urged breathlessly.
"Your nipples are very sensitive, aren't they?"
"Oh, yes!" The excitement from his tantalizing caresses made her heart beat faster.
He fondled the grand, firm mounds as his tongue danced on the very tip of one fat, turgid nipple, as light as a butterfly landing on a delicate flower, then over the other.
"You teasing devil," she murmured. His touch sent sparks of carnal pleasure surging through her. Her nipples inflated until she thought they would burst. "Bite them, baby, gnaw on them until they hurt!" Her tits swelled at least another cup size. "God, my tits feel like two big balloons overfilled with water."
"They look like it, too," he teased.
He surrounded one areola with a full-mouthed, soft kiss and very, very lightly tickled the hard tip with his tongue. She squirmed with exhilaration and moaned deep in her chest as she put one hand behind his head and pressed his face into the resilient flesh of her tit. Her other hand slid down the front of his body and gently fondled his hefty cock with feather-light touches.
With an audible sigh of gusto, he sucked and licked both rock-hard nipples, going slowly from one to the other as his hand skimmed over her soft abdomen and came to rest on the fleece-covered, puffy lips of her twat. He raised his mouth from her tits and fastened his lips to hers for a passionate kiss.
Her sumptuous lips came alive under his and his tongue plunged deep into her mouth. Her tongue met his with equal fervor and they dueled amorously as he gently parted the soft folds of her cunt and slipped two fingers into her juicy hole and matched the liveliness of his tongue in her sultry mouth. He rolled her clitoris under the ball of his thumb, and she writhed and humped and moaned into his mouth.
He broke the kiss and licked her lips, then flattened his tongue and left a wet trail in its wake as he licked down to her belly button. Pausing momentarily, he sent darting stabs into the sexy little cavity.
"God, that feels so fucking good," she whimpered. She shivered and goose bumps sprang up all over her body. She tilted her crotch up, silently inviting his mouth lower. "I love it," she whispered. "God, baby, you're really turning me on. Be careful you don't drown when you go down on me." She giggled. "My fucking pussy is flowing like a river!"
He went lower, licking and nibbling her flavorful flesh, paused at the edge of the line of dense blonde hair covering her mound and ran his tongue back and forth through the silky curls.
She grabbed his ears and thrust her ass in the air. "Lick my cunt, baby!" she hissed between clenched teeth.
With nearly unbearable slowness, he inched down to just above the top of her steaming snatch, obviously enjoying teasing her, pushing her to the brink without giving her what she so desperately wanted until he said she could have it.
"Oh, baby, don't make me wait," she begged, "suck my cunt!"
He slowly licked lower and lower, continuing to tease her, until he finally reached the top of her hairy seam, then his tongue flickered over her sensitive love button like a moth fluttering around a hot flame, barely touching the delicate fold of pink flesh.
"For God's sake, baby," she wailed to her tormentor, "suck my cunt before I go crazy!" Her hips came up off the bed and she pushed his head down.
When his tongue dipped into her well of passion and began lapping up her freely flowing joy juice, her body jerked as though jolted by a powerful surge of electricity. A sigh of nearly volcanic proportions burbled out of her mouth as she let her knees drop to the side, opening herself fully to him.
"Aaahhh, yes," she moaned, "lick my clit, baby, make it feel good!" Her long blonde tresses hid and revealed her passion-wracked face as her head rolled rapidly from side to side.
His skillful tongue had her floating in a passionate daze and the fog deepened as his dexterous tongue played around and over her swollen clit, coaxing it to its maximum size. He lifted her legs and pushed her knees back against her tits, curling her body, opening her cunt and the crack of her ass to his teasing tongue.
She finally realized her wasn't going to get her off until he wanted her to cum. She also knew where she would feel his tongue next. "Okay, you pesky bastard," she murmured, "do whatever you wish."
He covered her tight little brown ring with his mouth and she took a deep breath and shuddered with delight as the tip of his tongue tapped gently at her back door. His tongue abruptly moved back to her drenched love channel and her body convulsed when the tip slithered into her squishy snatch.
His lips cupped her turgid love bud and his tongue twirled rapidly around it, and her moans became louder. He tongued and sucked her swollen clit avidly until she thought she would go out of her mind. Anyone hearing her would have thought he was torturing her. In a way, he was, but it was torture of the most rewarding kind.
She squealed as his strong tongue went deep into her belly and she climaxed hard. Only vaguely aware of what she was doing, she reached down with both hands and spread her bloated pussy lips. His tongue slithered up her fiery slit to her fat, agitated erect clit and she bucked and twitched from his tongue lashing, cumming again and again.
"Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes," she chanted, awash with passion, her ass bouncing and gyrating wildly. "Of, fuck," she wailed, "I'm going crazy! I can't stand it! Don't stop, don't stop, let me die this way!"
He licked the full length of her open gash, then rose to his knees and lifted her legs over his shoulders. His cock was hard enough for a lusty go at her pussy and he didn't intend to waste any time getting it into her.
She lifted her head and looked between her tits and thighs at his prick. She reached for it with both hands and mumbled, "Yeah, baby, that's right, put it in there.. .wait a second.. .it feels like a fucking pole, baby, let me.. .there . . .okay, baby, now.. .oh, yes, fuck me, baby, fuck me good!"
He wrapped his arms around her shapely legs and fed her pussy his stiff meat with short, hard thrusts, sinking deeper and deeper, giving her every last inch, and her hot box swallowed his big lance enthusiastically and sucked for more.
She locked her ankles behind his neck and wiggled her ass vigorously, telling by actions rather than words how much she liked his cock. He marveled at the extraordinary strength of her tight sheath, at the way it caressed his cock, holding it the way a rubber glove holds a finger.
He put his hands on her hips and watched her gorgeous tits shimmy as he plowed her fertile garden aggressively. She whimpered and bucked, tossing her ass so wildly she nearly pulled away from his prick. She threw her cunt at him, re-seated his cock, and continued to writhe vigorously.
His hips bucked rapidly as he thrust deep into her, fucking her mightily, his groin slapping into her crotch, his balls bouncing off her ass cheeks with each potent lunge. The slippery walls of her tight cunt gripped his thrusting tool like hot, wet velvet, and each stroke turned her fever thermostat up a notch.
With a screeching wail, she tumbled over the edge again, her ass whipping and twisting and corkscrewing wildly and her tits bouncing and bobbing from the violent motion of her body. Thunderbolts of ecstasy ripped through both of them as her spastic cunt brought on his orgasm, sucked the cum right out of him.
They collapsed into a pile of limp limbs and sweaty bodies and lay inert, too breathless to speak. He rolled onto his side, gathered her voluptuous body into his arms and held her affectionately.
"You promised me lunch," she said quietly.
"We'll raid the refrigerator," he replied. "Will you have dinner with me? Will you stay with me forever?"
"Gil will work late, so I can have dinner with you, but you know I can't stay forever. I won't let you do anything to harm my marriage, so don't waste your time trying."
"Yeah, you're right. Will you at least come back to see me again?"
"You like the way I fuck, huh?"
"I love the way you fuck."
"I can call you when I'm available. How much advance notice do you need?"
"About ten minutes," he laughed. "Do you want to bathe before or after we raid the refrigerator?"
"After. I sucked a big load of cum out of your cock, but it wasn't very nourishing, tasty, but not nourishing." She untangled herself and got out of bed. "After I wash away the dregs of your passion, I'll join you for lunch. And it had better be more than milk and cookies!"
"I think I can find something you'll like," he said.
She looked at his cock and grinned. "Oh, you already did. Now, I need food."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Tamara walked out to the pool naked, with a towel draped around her neck and a pitcher of strawberry daiquiris in her right hand and three glasses in her left hand.
She knew the two guys who lived next door were standing behind the hedge, ogling her. She swam nearly every day, always nude, and every time she swam, they were there. She wondered if one of them kept a lookout. She dropped her towel and poured a drink for herself, then stretched out on a lounge on her back.
Tom poked Lyle in the ribs with his elbow and said in a loud whisper, "Jesus, look at her."
"What do you think I'm doing? If I've ever seen prime pussy, that's it."
"Really stirs the old libido, doesn't it?"
"I don't know what the fuck a libido is," Lyle said, "but looking at her sure stirs my cock and makes me want to fuck."
"That's what libido means, ass-hole. Don't waste your time wishing you could fuck her.
She's way out of our league, and our chances of nailing her are about equal to a snowball in hell."
"Wonder if I can get traded. She's one voluptuous, sexy broad."
Tamara set her glass on the tile and got up and walked to the end of the pool, making sure her tits jiggled for their viewing pleasure. She stood on the end of the diving board and looked directly at them.
"Hi, guys, enjoying the view?"
"Oh, shit," Lyle blurted.
Tom looked over his shoulder, trying to give the impression she must have been talking to somebody else.
"There's nobody behind you," Tamara laughed.
"Yeah, the view is just fine," Lyle said. "You aren't going to call the cops, are you?"
"If I was going to call the cops," Tamara said, "I would have done it months ago. Come on over and help yourself, I fixed a pitcher of strawberry daiquiris."
She executed a perfect jackknife and cut the water with hardly a ripple, and the two guys looked at each other.
Lyle blinked twice and said, "Do you think we should?"
Tom shrugged. "She invited us, didn't she?"
"What do you think she meant, come over and help ourselves?"
"To a drink, ass-hole, what else? Remember that snowball in hell."
"Well, at least we can look at her up close and personal."
"Yeah, if she doesn't put on a damn robe when she gets out of the pool," Tom said as he pushed his way through the hedge.
"She never has before," Lyle said, shoving Tom in his haste to get through the hedge.
"Always a first time for everything," Tom replied.
"Yeah, even for snowballs."
Tom snorted and looked at the two empty glasses sitting by the pitcher. "Boy, she's a real tease. She knew she was going to invite us over for a drink."
"Well, at least we can sit down and watch her. Better than standing behind that damn hedge."
Tom poured two daiquiris and they sat down on lounges facing the pool.
Tamara swan six laps, then came up the steps at the shallow end of the pool, looking like a blonde goddess coming out of the sea. She knew they liked her big tits and well-rounded ass. Why else would they have been checking her out for the past six months?
She smiled faintly as she walked to the lounge and picked up her drink, then straddled the lounge and sat with her back very straight as she drank her daiquiri. She saw them looking at her pussy, and a hard tremor ran through her body and juice gushed into her hole.
They sat there, like two bumps on a log, just staring at her pussy. Hadn't she made her intentions clear when she asked them to come over? Did she have to tell them bluntly that she wanted them to fuck her? Were they too shy to double-fuck her? Only one way to find out.
She set her glass down and walked slowly across to Lyle's lounge. She stood with her belly right in front of his nose and parted her legs and fluffed up the thick hair filling her crotch and ran her middle finger up and down her slit to get it wet. She shoved him back and straddled his head and spread her cunt lips wide with her fingers.
Lyle ogled her crotch and chuckled. "Now that's what I call a real fur pie," he quipped. "Looks good enough to eat."
"Why do you think I'm offering it to you?" she said. "Compliment the chef after you've eaten."
Lyle extended his tongue fully as she held the long, thick lips of her pussy open and lowered her cunt to his mouth and gasped from the electric-like contact. She hadn't had a tongue in her pussy in two days, and that was far too long to suit her. She tilted her hips forward and slid her itchy clit under the tip of his tongue and gasped louder.
"Ooohhh," she moaned, "suck my cunt. Oh, damn, eat me out and make me cum."
Tom sat up and grinned as he walked over and stood in front of Tamara, took off his pants and stroked his cock.
She looked at him and grinned. "You finally got the message, huh?"
"Yeah, we would have made a move sooner, but couldn't be sure how you'd react. We were afraid to take a chance."
"Maybe next time, I'll send you a written invitation and spell out what I want," she retorted. She sucked in her breath sharply. "Your buddy licks pussy pretty well. He's giving my clit pure hell."
She grinned again, delighted to have an audience. She was enough of an exhibitionist to like letting someone watch her fuck, and she made no distinction between men and women. They could all watch. Of course, they might also be asked to join in. No sense in having extra cock and pussy around if she couldn't have some.
She squirmed on Lyle's mouth and rubbed her succulent, hairy slit all over his lower face. He stabbed his tongue deeply into her sopping hole and sucked her savory essence and licked the full length of her long gash and lashed her clit delicately.
"Oooooo," she moaned, "I love having my pussy eaten. Lick my clit, baby, I'm ready to cum."
Tom couldn't believe his and Lyle's good fortune. After all those tortuous hours of watching her parade around naked, their foxy neighbor was sitting on Lyle's face, feeding him her luscious cunt and urging him to suck her off!
"Damn," Tom muttered, "you sure are a hot bitch." He pulled on his pud a little faster and wondered when he could get in on the act.
Tamara leaned over, put her hands on the lounge on either side of Lyle's head, and ground her cunt into his face. "Oh, yes, suck my cunt," she moaned. "God, it feels good! Going to cum all over your face, baby! Going to fill your mouth with my cream. Eat my cunt and drink my juice, baby, drink it down!"
Tom stepped up to Tamara and touched her full lips with the tip of his cock.
"Not yet," she muttered, turning her head away in denial and concentrating on her impending orgasm.
She curled her bottom lip between her teeth and bit it to stifle her scream so she wouldn't attract the attention of the neighborhood. She whimpered and moaned and snuffled and mewled and almost smothered poor Lyle with her fleshy, hairy cunt as her climax burst over her like a tidal wave.
If he couldn't stick his cock in her mouth, Tom figured he could play with her dangling tits. He grabbed her stiff, fat nipples and twisted them and her garbled vocal expressions got louder and she came harder.
She came down leisurely, mentally wallowing in the much needed release, then looked at Tom. "Hang in there, stud, you'll get your turn soon," she assured him.
She slid all the way down Lyle's muscular body to his feet, leaving a sticky trail with her wet slit. She yanked his pants off and his prick jumped up and swayed back and forth. She threw his pants in the pool and gripped his dick in her right fist and stroked it rapidly.
"Good-looking cock," she murmured, staring at the rampant rod with lusty eyes. "I love cock, love to fuck and suck and cum until I can't stand it."
"God damn," Lyle muttered, pushing himself up on his elbows to watch, "you're one hot bitch. Who would have expected it?"
Tamara slid up again, rubbed the knob of his cock through her slit a few times, then stuck it in her hole and sat down heavily, burying the rigid lance in her snatch in one fluid, impulsive movement. "Ooohhh, what a great feeling," she whispered as she jerked her hips back and forth to seat his cock fully. "Now let's do some serious fucking," she said in a husky voice.
She wiggled her hips back and forth and twisted her ass around and around and humped rapidly up and down and her tits bounced and jiggled all over her chest.
"Do it, baby," Lyle grunted, "fuck me good."
"Oh, I'm going to do it all right," Tamara hissed. "I'm going to fuck you until your cock falls off." She looked up at Tom. "And I'm going to suck your cock dry while I do it. Just give me a minute to get started, then stick it in my mouth."
"You got it, baby," Tom agreed enthusiastically, stroking his rod faster.
Tamara shook her head and her soft blonde tresses swirled around her face. "Okay, stud, your turn." She opened her mouth wide to emphasize where she wanted his prick.
Tom stepped forward again and stuck his cock in her mouth. "There it is, baby, suck it good. Aaahhh, your mouth feels wonderful."
Tamara hadn't had two cocks simultaneously in quite a while, and it took her a couple moments to get her act together, holding Tom's cock tightly between her lips and sucking coercively and riding Lyle's prick dynamically, satisfying all three of them simultaneously.
Tom held onto her head with both hands and grunted, "God damn, baby, you're a fine cocksucker, outstanding mouth. Suck my cock, baby, suck it. Gonna fuck your mouth good." He levered his hips back and forth, sawing his cock in and out of her outstanding mouth. She didn't gag or object, so he shoved more of the shaft between her lips.
Tamara sucked so hard that a grunt of pain joined Tom's groans of pleasure. But another orgasm was rising deep in her belly, weakening her ability to think of anything else, and she didn't let up. She did have enough awareness to know that she craved endless injections of male semen, thought of it as the elixir of life, and wanted a double dose now.
She felt Lyle's prick swell and knew he was ready to pump her pussy full of hot jism. She put her hands on Tom's hips, let his cock slide into her gullet until her lips were touching the nest of hair in his groin and rode Lyle's cock harder and faster, flexing her cunt muscles to milk him.
She started cumming and sucked Tom's cock hard. The walls of her cunt contracted around Lyle's prick and he released a massive load of cum. She bounced and jerked and twisted and gnawed on Tom's cock as Lyle filled her cunt to overflowing. His cum leaked out around his probing rod and her squirming spread the sticky goo all over her thighs and ass.
She pushed Tom back and said, "Are you ready to cum?"
"Yeah, just about." He tried to stick his cock back into her mouth.
She held him back and said, "Jerk off and see if you can squirt your cum in my mouth."
He aimed the head of his cock at her wide open mouth and stroked furiously and sprayed gooey seed on her face and tits. Several drops landed on her extended tongue. She laughed and swallowed the token offering as she rubbed the rest of it into her skin.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Tamara got off Lyle and looked at the two limp cocks and the cum smeared through her crotch and the shiny patches of cum on her tits.
"Come along, guys, I need a shower, and since you two smeared your cum all over me, you can wash it off."
Lyle and Tom trailed along behind Tamara, watching the way the well-rounded cheeks of her ass moved as she walked. Her big tits bounced and jiggled in time with her steps, bobbing in and out of view, and they looked at each other and grinned, still unable to believe they could get so lucky.
Lyle said, "Going to be kind of crowded in your shower, isn't it?" He wouldn't mind if Tamara cut his buddy out of the action. The thought of having this foxy, hot-blooded girl all to himself and fucking her until he had to crawl home made his cock stir with new life.
"We'll manage," Tamara assured him.
Tom also thought Tamara might leave him out of the action. Lyle had a better way with girls and usually ended up with the hottest ones when they went trolling together. "Too bad we don't have another girl," he said, "then we could have a real party."
Tamara stopped and turned to look at him. "What's the matter, you don't think I can handle both of you?"
"Well, sure, but I was just thinking," he glanced at Lyle, "you know.. . "
"Don't worry, nobody's going to get left out, honey. If you don't go home with empty balls, it will be your own fault." She smiled seductively and licked her lips sexily. "I can give both of you more fucking than you can handle."
As she promised, the shower stall in the master bath was large enough to accommodate all three of them, although they had to stand close together. Which suited all of them just fine.
A burst of cold water hit Tamara when Lyle turned on the shower. She squealed and giggled and reached around him to adjust the flow until the water was tepid, then picked up the bar of soap and went to work on Lyle's cock and balls.
"Got to get rid of the sticky," she cooed.
She handled his tool and jewels gently but thoroughly and smiled as his cock began filling and rising again. She turned to Tom and lathered his cock and balls.
"Two nice cocks," she said softly. "How lucky can a girl get?"
"We're the lucky ones," Tom replied. "We've watched you ever since we moved in next door, wondering what it would be like to fuck you."
"Now you don't have to wonder any more," Tamara teased, "but don't get pushy or think you own me just because I let you stick your cock in me. Wait for an invitation, or I'll cut you off permanently." She held onto Tom's cock and reached over to grasp Lyle's. "Well, I had this one in my pussy out by the pool," she squeezed Lyle's prick, "so I'll suck it this time. Tom, you get behind me and fuck me while I show your buddy how well I suck cock."
Tom and Lyle were willing to let Tamara dictate the terms of future encounters, but they weren't willing to let her dictate all the action now. They pressed her between their hard bodies, with her grand tits mashed almost flat against Lyle's chest and Lyle kissed her and ran his hand between her legs to fondle her plump, hairy mound as Tom slid the middle finger of one hand between the curvaceous cheeks of her enticing ass and pressed the tip against the little brown ring hiding in the deep cleft.
Tamara stuck her tongue down Lyle's throat and moaned. Lyle eased two fingers up her cunt and she moaned louder.
Tom stepped back and soaped the deep crack of her ass and pressed his finger against her ass-hole again. This time, the tightly puckered hole opened easily and half of his finger penetrated her. He handed the soap to Lyle and eased more of his finger into her back door.
Lyle soaped her tits and belly and pussy. On the pretense of making sure her pussy was clean, he rubbed it with his soapy palm and worked soap inside her hot channel with two fingers.
"She's got a fantastic pussy," Lyle said, looking at his buddy over Tamara's shoulder, "you're going to love fucking it."
"Her ass-hole is super tight," Tom replied.
"Maybe you ought to fuck it instead of her cunt while she sucks my cock."
Tom snickered, but the idea appealed to him. He hadn't plugged a woman's ass in a long time, and had never plugged one belonging to such a beautiful, hot bitch as this one.
Tamara clung to Lyle's shoulders with both hands, closed her eyes, and reveled in the sensations of four male hands gently groping her body. Tom could fuck her up the ass if he wished. It was tight, but she knew it would take a cock the size of his. Gil's cock was bigger, and it often called at her back door.
Lyle thrust his fingers deep into her cunt, jerked them hard, then pulled them back and dragged them through her slick slit to her clit.
Tamara wrapped her arms around his neck and plastered her mouth to his and plunged her tongue down his throat again, and almost climbed his frame and suddenly started cumming.
Tom finger-fucked her ass-hole, gently and steadily, greatly increasing her elation. The dual assault made her ass jerk back and forth and twist as she quivered and fucked Lyle's mouth with her tongue. Her climax built to a shattering peak, then ebbed slowly.
She pushed Lyle away and backed against the wall and grabbed a cock in each hand and yanked on them. When she had them hard, she leaned over, grabbed Lyle's hips and captured his prick in her mouth. He reached under her, cupped her dangling jumbo tits, kneading them and helping her maintain her balance.
She gurgled happily around his cock and turned her ass toward Tom and wiggled it at him. He embraced her from behind and reached around and put his hand between her thighs and explored her hairy crotch as he guided his cock into her cunt with his other hand. She thrust her ass out to make his entrance easier, squirming her buttocks against his loins.
Lyle leaned back against the tiled shower wall and watched her swallow his joy stick. It slid right down her throat until her lips were buried in his pubic hair. He wasn't hung like a horse, or even like Tom, but he didn't know many girls who could deep-throat a guy so effortlessly.
When she captured his knob in her gullet and applied strong suction, he groaned out loud and grabbed her ears. She shook him off and pulled back, keeping about half of his cock in her hot mouth and sucked enthusiastically.
Tom clung to Tamara's curvy hips and banged her hot box vigorously and she wiggled her ass and fucked back at him impetuously. Her buttocks were open enough for him to look into the deep cleft, and the brown ring right above her cunt winked at him.
He grabbed the bar of soap and rubbed it over the tight little mouth, and she encouraged him by wiggling her ass harder and moaning and gurgling around Lyle's cock. He gave her cunt a few more hard thrusts, then yanked his cock out, pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and jammed the head against her ass-hole.
She groaned deep in her throat as the gorged knob of Tom's cock penetrated her ass-hole, then jerked back at him as he pushed forward and lodged about half of his shaft up her back passage. She stuck one hand between her legs and fingered her clit and twisted her ass in circles.
Tom grasped her hips again and fucked her ass-hole with abandon. He looked at Lyle and winked. "Tremendous cunt, fabulous ass-hole," he muttered, rubbing it in that he was the one who first fucked their wanton neighbor up the ass.
Lyle didn't feel any envy. Tamara was sucking his cock so expertly that his entire existence was concentrated in the knob. In a few more moments, he was going to dump a huge load of cum down her throat.
Tom was also close to unloading in Tamara's ass. She was already cumming, frigging her clit furiously, moaning around Lyle's cock, and wiggling and humping her ass all over the place. Her back curved downward sharply and then arched just as sharply as she sought to get all of Tom's cock up her ass.
Lyle nearly flooded her mouth with a huge glob of hot cum. She stopped for an instant to swallow, then went back to her zealous gobbling. Tom slammed his cock into her so hard that he pushed her forward and gave her guts a shower of cum.
Tamara stopped frigging her clit and let her lust ebb. She sucked Lyle's cock dry and patiently fucked back at Tom until his cock softened and slid out of her ass-hole. She turned around and stood under the shower and looked at them.
"It's getting late, and you'd better get out of here so my husband doesn't catch you," she said. "You can find your own way out. I'll give you a call."
"Soon?" Tom asked hopefully.
Tamara couldn't resist. She held his head between her palms and gave him a sloppy kiss with lots of tongue, wondering if he had enough presence to remember that she had just sucked off his buddy. Tom didn't resist, so she couldn't tell. She stepped back and grinned like a little imp.
"Soon enough," she said without explaining that she meant soon enough for her, not him.
Lyle patted her bare ass. "Thanks for everything, babe, see you soon."
Tamara took a long, hot shower, put on a dress and went to the kitchen to get dinner ready before Gil came home.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Gil came into the kitchen and leaned against the doorjamb and ogled his sexy wife.
"Hello, darling," she said without looking around. "Are you going back to the office tonight?"
"Nope," he replied. "How did you know I was here?"
She took the lid off the pot and stabbed the pot roast with a cooking fork to see if it was done. "I have eyes in the back of my head." She put the lid back on the pot and turned to face him, holding the long fork like a dagger. "like a maid, huh? Is that one of your fantasies, to have a maid you can fuck now and then?"
"The way you're holding that fork, I'm not sure I ought to answer such a leading question."
She put the fork down and said, "Okay, you're safe, now answer my question."
"To tell you the truth, I've never thought about having a maid."
"If we had one, do you think she would do this for you," she pulled her tits out of the top of her dress, "and let you lick her nipples?"
"I don't know. I do know that you look pretty sexy with your tits sticking out of your dress that way. Maybe you ought to go naked when I'm home."
"Is that a dare? Well, why not? I do my housework in the nude."
"Better be careful, the meter readers will peek in the window."
"If they stay outside, all they can do is look." She took off her dress and posed for him in her panties and shoes. "The truth is, I like to be naked."
"You aren't completely naked."
She grinned and snapped the waistband of her panties. "I want you to take my panties off."
"You do, huh?" He knelt in front of her and pulled her panties down and kissed her pussy.
"Put your tongue in it. I did something special for you."
He stuck his tongue in her hole and chuckled. "Cherry, huh?" He stuck his tongue back in her hole and wiggled it vigorously.
"Since you fuck every hole that will hold your cock, that's the only cherry you'll ever get from me. Better take your tongue out, or dinner will burn. You can sample it again after while."
Tamara ate dinner in the nude, and stuck her nipples in the salad twice, both times on purpose, then held them out for Gil to lick. After dinner, Gil went into the living room and she cleared the table. As she was loading the dishwasher, the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," she called.
"You're naked," he reminded her.
"Then you'd better hope it isn't our insurance agent," she laughed. She looked through the peephole, then opened the door and said, "Hi, Brenda."
"Boy, I knew you had a great body," Brenda said, "but it's even better than I expected."
"Are you interested in girls' bodies?"
"I'm sure interested in yours," Brenda said softly.
Tamara took Brenda's hand and led her into the living room.
"Gil, this is Brenda, the girl I buy cosmetics from. Brenda, this is my husband, Gil."
Brenda was wearing a low-cut sheath that ended just below her ass and was divided down the middle, black on one side and white on the other side, and the effect of the contrasting colors drew a second look. The upper half of her areolae showed above the low neckline. Her tits weren't as big as Tamara's, but she certainly had plenty of meat behind her nipples. She ran the tip of her tongue around her remarkably full, brilliant red lips, and he let his gaze linger. He liked thick, bright lipstick on a girl's lips, like
Tamara wore. He loved his wife's extraordinary blow jobs, and the streaks of bright red lipstick smeared on his cock when she finished were icing on the cake.
"Hello, Brenda," he finally said. "I hope my wife didn't shock you. She's being naughty tonight."
"Lucky you," Brenda replied, her voice low and husky, and so damn sexy. She smiled and repeated the come-hither, lip-licking action.
His cock didn't stir, it snapped to attention and saluted, personifying the old saying that a horny man's brains are in the head of his cock.
"Tamara, I have some blusher that would look great on your nipples," Brenda said, "and it comes in various flavors."
"Maybe you ought to get cherry," Gil snickered, alluding to the douche Tamara had used.
"Each flavor corresponds to the color," Brenda said. "I even have a chocolate flavor that's brown."
"I think a red color would be sexier," Tamara said. "Are you wearing one?"
Brenda nodded and took two small plastic pots of blusher from her case. "I like strawberry."
"Show me how it looks on your nipples." Brenda glanced at Gil and grinned. "You're twice as lucky as usual tonight, big boy." Tamara looked at Brenda's tits and nodded.
"You're right, he is. Honey, do you like the way her nipples look with blusher on them?"
Gil thought his wife was just being an imp, just teasing him a little, but he was willing to go along with her game, especially for the chance of looking at Brenda's top-notch naked tits.
"They would look great with or without blusher," he replied.
"Put some cherry on mine," Tamara said.
Gil watched Brenda apply the blusher to Tamara's nipples with the tip of her finger, and suddenly felt very horny. The tip of Brenda's tongue ambling over her opulent, bright lips as she rubbed the blusher on Tamara's nipples held his attention like a magnet, and he fantasized about them clamped around his cock.
Brenda giggled softly. "Your nipples are getting hard."
Tamara looked at her nipples and said, "What did you expect?"
"You don't know how long I've been wanting to touch your tits," Brenda whispered.
Tamara arched one eyebrow and said, "Do you also like guys?"
Brenda immediately understood what Tamara was suggesting. "Yes, I simply adore riding big hard cocks."
"Gil's cock is pretty big, and gets so hard," Tamara replied, also whispering so Gil couldn't hear.
"If you're suggesting a trio, that's fine with me," Brenda said, "but Gil can't fuck me unless you let me lick your pussy."
Tamara nodded and winked. "Gil, come here, honey, and taste my nipples and tell me what you think."
Gil hoped Brenda didn't notice the substantial bulge in his pants. Short of hanging his hat on it, he didn't know how to hide it, and he didn't even own a hat. He licked his wife's nipples and smacked his lips quietly.
"Nice light flavor," he said.
"Brenda is wearing strawberry," Tamara said. "Taste hers and tell me which flavor you like better."
Gil hesitated, Brenda nodded, and he licked both of her nipples.
"Well," Tamara said, "which do you like better?"
"They're both tasty," he replied.
Tamara unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out. Brenda looked at it and snickered.
"He must have liked licking my nipples," she said.
"He just-likes to lick nipples," Tamara laughed.
"Not a man's," Gil interjected quickly so Brenda wouldn't get the wrong idea about him. "Brenda, put some chocolate flavoring on the head of his cock," Tamara said, "and let's see how it tastes."
Gil looked at his wife's hand on his cock, then looked at her face. "Where's this going?"
Tamara squeezed his cock and giggled softly. "In two nice, tight pussies," she said. "Brenda, your pussy is tight, isn't it?"
"You betcha," Brenda laughed. "I know all these neat exercises to keep it that way."
"So do I," Tamara replied, "and it's called fucking. Darling, Brenda said you can fuck her if she can lick my pussy. Is that all right with you?"
"Damn straight, baby!"
Gil didn't stop to think that licking pussy might be a two-way street. If Brenda licked Tamara's pussy, she might want Tamara to lick hers.
Brenda and Tamara knelt in front of Gil, Brenda smeared chocolate flavored blusher on the head of his dick and they took turns licking if off.
"So, what do you think?" Tamara said.
"I think it tastes good enough that I want to suck it," Brenda replied, "with or without flavoring on it!"
"Darling, show her the bedroom," Tamara said. "I'll get a bottle of champagne and join you."
Gil held Brenda's hand as they walked down the hall. "You'll have to pardon me for staring at your tits," he said. "They're so pretty, I can't keep my eyes off them."
"That's okay," Brenda laughed, "I'll stare at your nice cock, and we'll be even." She turned loose of his hand and grasped his cock. "There, that's better."
Her voice was tinkling, girlish, and she didn't look old enough to be an experienced sexpot. He had to be at least ten years older. His heart settled back into its proper place in his chest and the butterflies in his stomach found a place to perch. He put his arm around Brenda's small body and cupped her bare tit.
Brenda slowed down and said, "I know what you're thinking. I don't look it, but I'm twenty."
"I don't know how this happened," Gil said, "but I'm damn glad it did."
Brenda giggled softly. "I like it when a guy gets a little breathless over me."
"You're breathtaking," Gil replied. "If I was on the prowl, I would never think of approaching you, you know."
"Thank you, a girl-likes to be noticed. Do you go on the prowl often?"
"Not since I met Tamara."
"How refreshing," Brenda said.
"Oh, what's that?"
"A guy who doesn't cheat on his wife. How often do you two invite another girl to bed with you?"
"This is the first time."
Tamara stood at the end of the hall, watching them, waiting for them to go into the bedroom.
"I'm glad it happened with me," Brenda said. "I really like your wife."
She smiled coyly and her tongue made the long, slow trek around her sensuous lips again and shivers crawled up and down Gil's spine.
"Your mouth fascinates me," he said softly.
"Egyptian women painted the lips of their pussies red to attract men, then they started painting their mouths red to remind men of a pussy. My lipstick melts when I get hot and leaves bright red smears all over everything I kiss."
She moved up against him and kissed him, the way his wife kissed, riding his leg, grinding her belly against his and trying to bore holes in his chest with her hard nipples as she fucked his mouth with her tongue. By the time she broke the kiss, he was ready to explode.
"If you'll take me in the bedroom, I'll show you what else I like to do with it."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Gil held Brenda tightly and edged through the door sideways and flipped on the light switch. Tamara had draped a pair of red panties over each of the bed lamps, giving the room an erotic, almost bawdy, atmosphere.
"Well," Gil said, "it looks like my wife has been up to her usual tricks."
"Maybe she was expecting company," Brenda said. "I come by every Friday night."
"Oh, I didn't know," Gil said.
"You're usually working, darling," Tamara said as she came through the door. "Why are you two still dressed? If you fuck with your clothes on, I won't be able to see much." She turned back the bed and dragged a chair up by the side. "Who wants a glass of champagne?"
"I'll take one," Brenda said. She took off her skirt and panties and stood with her back to one of the bed lamps and sipped from her glass.
Tamara sat in her chair, propped her feet on the edge of the mattress and held her glass in her left hand and rubbed her slit with the middle finger of her right hand. "Going around the house naked sure saves a lot of time," she giggled.
Gil undressed and sat on the bed, near Tamara's chair, and took a glass of wine. "Are you going to just watch?"
"Only for a while," Tamara replied. "Don't hold back with Brenda, darling, give her everything she wants. We'll keep your interest up."
Brenda snickered. "Is his interest connected to his cock?"
Gil looked at her. Somehow, she didn't look too young to fuck now. Her small body looked cushy and solid and the tendrils of brown hair and long pussy lips hanging out of her muff drew his attention, and he stopped thinking about anything but the sublime loveliness of the naked female body. His prize possession felt the same way.
"She's so beautiful," Tamara said quietly. "Tonight, you fly first class, darling, with a horny brunette and a horny blonde to see to your every wish."
Brenda crossed the room slowly, gliding along with a seductive, fluid grace. She handed her glass to Tamara and slithered into bed on top of Gil. She satiny skin whispered faintly against his as she stretched out full length, her solid, stiff-nippled mounds dug into his chest and her toes did a little dance along his shins. The combination made his prick throb and punch her flat belly.
She giggled softly and writhed. "I'm so glad Tamara invited me to fuck you," she whispered. Her voice no longer had that girlish quality. It was husky and deep, filled with eroticism and intimacy.
"So am I," Gil replied softly, "but your body feels so good, I'm going to cum if you keep wiggling that way."
"Your body feels good, too," she giggled. "I love the feel of your cock between my thighs."
"I thought you said I couldn't fuck you unless Tamara let you lick her pussy."
"Oh, we'll get around to that, darling," Tamara said. "We have to do something while you rest between bouts."
Brenda's provocative body rubbing against his fogged Gil's mind, and he didn't notice that his wife said we.
Brenda kissed him, plunged her tongue into his mouth as she reached between her legs, squeezed his cock, and moaned with exhilaration. He caressed her bare ass with one hand and fondled one of her plump tit mounds with his other hand.
She broke the kiss and looked at him with a twinkle in her eye. "Did you think I would be so easy to fuck?"
"To tell you the truth, no, but I'm glad I'm going to fuck you. You're a vibrant girl, and very sexy."
She kissed him again and automatically gave him her tongue and moaned lustily into his mouth, her body burning with excitement. She sat up and looked at her tits. "God, my nipples are so hard!" She leaned over and her large tits swung down. She buried his face between the hefty mounds and shook her chest and the luxurious mounds pummeled his cheeks gently.
Tamara sipped her champagne and idly played with her pussy. So far, neither Gil nor Brenda had disappointed her. The crushed velvet chair felt good on her bare ass, she just had to squirm now and then.
Brenda mashed one tit into his face and Gil cuddled the resilient mound with both hands and opened his mouth wide. He squeezed her tit, took nipple, areola and as much of her tit as he could into his mouth and the tip of his tongue cavorted around the circumference of the nipple before he sucked on it.
"Honey, show him your pussy," Tamara said.
Brenda giggled and got on her knees over Gil's face. Her pussy had leaked so much, she knew the lips were dripping. "like the view?" she asked teasingly.
"Love it," Gil said.
Tamara leaned over and peered into Brenda's crotch. "So do I," she said, "your clit looks so charming, and I just love your bush."
Poor Gil was so enthralled by everything that he still didn't catch on.
Brenda did. She shivered and goose bumps popped up all over her lush body. "I like to be real brazen and flaunt my pussy this way. It makes me feel like a wanton slut."
"A beautiful witch, maybe. You mesmerize me, and the lips of your pussy are so wet, it makes my mouth water."
"Hold that thought," Brenda said, "I want to feel your cock in my mouth."
"Better be careful," he warned. "Your mouth looks so inviting, once you get my cock in there, I'm afraid I can't hold back."
"Oh, darling," Brenda said with a chuckle, "tonight, it doesn't matter. Your wife and I are going to drain your balls so dry, they'll look like peas instead of walnuts."
"You may think so, but I know my own limits," Gil said.
"Not tonight, you don't," Tamara cackled. "I didn't know that watching you with another girl was going to be so fucking exciting."
Most of Tamara's lipstick was on Gil's lips. She ran the tip of one little finger over her lips and smiled sexily. "Thick lipstick on your cock-sucker's mouth turns you on, doesn't it?"
"Yeah," he replied eagerly.
Tamara took a tube of lipstick from the table. "This is your brand, honey," she said. "Lean over here and let me put it on for you."
Tamara shaped her mouth as though she was applying the lipstick to her own lips, and Gil chuckled. Tamara painted Brenda's lips, then gave her husband a seductive smile and licked Brenda's lips.
Brenda's tits swung forward and grazed over Gil's body as she got on her hands and knees and moved down between his legs. He pushed himself up on his elbows just as her tongue snaked out and the tip curled around the knob of his stiff cock, making it glisten and shine in the dim red light.
Tamara leaned forward so she could see Brenda's face better. "Darling, she looks so fucking tantalizing down there with her pretty ass stuck up in the air and her tits jiggling as she licks your dick," she said.
Instead of replying, Gil grunted as Brenda swallowed his stiff rod, slowly lowering her head, eagerly taking every hard inch he had to offer her until her lips touched his groin.
"Damn, girl," he whispered, his voice laced with passion, "you swallowed the whole fucking thing!"
Brenda gurgled with exhilaration, gobbling his cock with gusto, bobbing her head up and down, twisting it all around and breathing raucously as she got more and more turned on and felt a gallon of juice rush into her cunt. She scraped his shaft with her teeth, teased his balls with nimble fingers, did everything she could think of to make her cocksucking as exciting as possible. Before she took it too far and he dumped a load in her mouth, she lifted her head and smiled.
"God, that felt good. I love to suck cock. Promise you'll give me a drink of your cum later."
"Whatever you want, baby." Effortlessly, Gil lifted her and sat her on his chest with her furry cleft at his chin. He stared into the exquisite crevice barely visible through the thick curls. She exuded a beguiling fragrance that mesmerized him. "I like to put my tongue in sweet holes."
"I can vouch for that," Tamara laughed. "He always wants to lick my pussy before and after he fucks me."
"You're so gallant," Brenda cooed, giving the word a continental twist that he liked. "When some guys eat a girl, they do it just long enough to get her pussy wet, then mount her and pump like crazy. When a girl licks clit, she wants to get her partner off, so she really goes at it."
"He doesn't lick clit exactly the way a girl does," Tamara said, "but he's good. If he doesn't get you off, neither of us will fuck him."
Again, Gil was so captivated by the situation, he missed the significance of Tamara's remark. He cupped Brenda's buttocks and pulled her closer and she leaned over and stuffed a fat pillow under his head.
He pulled on her lush buns again and the soft-crisp curls of her bush tickled the end of his nose as he stabbed his tongue into her hole. He looked up, across her flat stomach, between her big tits, at her face.
"Did you and my mischievous wife plan this in advance?"
Brenda shook her head. "No, why do you ask?"
"Your pussy tastes like cherry."
"Coincidence, darling," Tamara said. She wet her middle finger in her pussy, then ran the tip around the rim of her champagne glass and made it sing. "Brenda sells the douche that I used, so it stands to reason that she would use it too."
Brenda chuckled sexily. "You do believe in good fortune, don't you, Gil? You should, that's what brought me where I am right now."
"Then I guess I've got to believe," he said. "I expect you to tell me if you want me to lick you a particular way."
"Will you please stop talking and eat her pussy?" Tamara said. "Watching you two makes me so fucking horny, and I've got to get myself off soon."
Brenda spread her cunt lips apart with her fingers, revealing the luscious, pink interior. She let Gil look at the sumptuous feast for a moment, then whispered, "How does that look to you, baby?"
"like a scrumptious feast," he replied.
"Then help yourself, baby," she panted as she sat on his face, "eat it good and make me cum." She grabbed his hands and put them to her tits. "Play with my tits while you suck me off."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
He kneaded her hefty tits as he mashed his lips into the gooey gash between her shapely thighs and thrust his tongue into her dripping channel, filling her with carnal pleasure. She leaned forward, pressing her fleshy tits against his strong hands and squirming her snatch on his mouth. He took his time, playing in her twat with his tongue, delving into her depths to taste her beguiling flavor, and she responded with deep, satisfied sighs and quick twitches.
"God, your tongue feels good," she panted. "Lick my clit, baby!"
He released her tits and grabbed the cheeks of her plump, fidgeting ass with both hands and her slick cunt filled his mouth as he tongued her clit with audacious enthusiasm.
"Oh, fuck, baby," she wailed, "you're really getting me good! Going to cum, baby, going to fill your mouth with cum." She felt a gallon of hot juice gush down her spastic channel. "Going to drown you with cum, baby!"
Tamara was also ready to cum. She strummed her clit rapidly with two fingers and shook so hard, she spilled champagne on her tits and down the front of her body.
Brenda nearly fulfilled her promise to drown Gil. Her delectable cream filled his mouth and overflowed to coat the lower half of his face, and he gulped and swallowed and licked and sucked for more.
Brenda's passion peaked and began to subside and she backed up. She leaned down and glued her lips to his and plunged her tongue halfway down his throat, then scooted backward and squatted over his loins, grabbed his prick and yanked it hard.
"Gorgeous cock," she panted as she ran the head up and down the length of her slit, "just what I need."
"Damn, you're a hot little bitch. Do you ride a cock as well you do a tongue?"
"Just watch me, baby!" She stuck the head of his cock in the mouth of her sopping cunt and slowly lowered herself. "Ohhhhhh, your cock feels so fucking good!" She bounced up and down on his rampant shaft and twisted her ass quickly. "Fuck with me, baby!"
Tamara poured herself another glass of champagne, then threw one leg over the arm of the chair and stuck her middle finger in her hole and massaged her G-spot lazily as she sipped her wine and watched the horny young cosmetics salesgirl ride Gil's cock.
As Brenda plunged down, Gil lunged up as hard as he could, filling her, knocking the breath out of her. Her channel felt like the inside of a bottle of oil, super slick and hot as fire.
"Ahhh, terrific, baby, terrific," she moaned, "terrific cock!"
"Marvelous cunt," he grunted in reply.
"Fuck her real hard, darling," Tamara said, "make her cum again."
"He is, and I am," Brenda wailed. "His cock feels so fucking good!"
Brenda felt marvelous. She always did when she had a glorious, live cock plundering her cunt without mercy. She rode him hard, her eyes closed, her mouth agape, grunting every time his cockhead hit the bottom of her tight tunnel.
Gil bucked his hips off the bed, trying to keep up with her furious lunges, then gave up the effort to hold onto her ass and grabbed her swinging tits and tweaked her nipples. She was more hot-blooded than he expected.
Brenda thrust her ass down as hard as she could, bouncing her ass off his groin as she soared breathlessly toward her climax and her wails of fulfillment shattered the stillness of the room.
"She's cumming, darling," Tamara yelled, "fuck her harder!"
Gil gave Brenda everything he had and his extra effort triggered his orgasm and his cream flooded her canal, oozed between her swollen pussy lips and trickled down his pulsating shaft.
Tamara came again and spilled her champagne again as her squeals joined Brenda's paeans of pleasure.
Gil rolled Brenda over and lay on his belly between her legs.
"You didn't cum, baby," Brenda said.
"I saved it," he chuckled. "You said you wanted a drink of cum."
"Good for you, darling," Tamara said. "I'm so proud of you!"
Brenda pushed herself up on her elbows and gave Gil a big smile. "Thank you for being so thoughtful, baby."
He looked at the junction of her shapely thighs, at the heavy covering of brown fur on her meaty mound. "I like plump mounds and thick bushes. There's just something about lots of pussy hair that turns me on."
Brenda chuckled. "My, you are simply full of fine words, aren't you? You probably tell women with bald pussies you like them best, but I like the compliment anyway."
He nuzzled his mouth into her slick slit and his tongue snaked out and burrowed into the sumptuous, appetizing flesh of her box, roving leisurely over her love stud, urging it to come out and play.
Brenda whimpered with pleasure and hunched her cunt at his mouth. "My clit isn't real big, but it sure is sensitive," she whispered.
The thick lips of her pussy gaped around his tongue as it alternately danced on her clit and probed the honeyed well of her cunt and licked up her delicious nectar.
She moaned deeper and churned her hips. "Ooohhh, Gil, your tongue feels so good," she gasped, her breathing ragged. "I love the way you lick pussy."
Tamara leaned forward and looked at her husband's tongue fluttering in Brenda's slit. "Are you going to cum again, honey?"
Brenda threw her shapely legs over Gil's shoulders and locked them behind his neck and banged her cunt into his mouth as he drew her quivering love stud between his lips and lashed it furiously.
"Oh, fuck, yes," Brenda gasped in reply to Tamara's question.
She heaved and bucked hard, and Gil forced his arms between her legs to ease the pressure of her leg-lock on his neck and loved her clit until her wild gyrations slowed.
"Oh, Gil," she enthused, "that was wonderful! You have a fabulous tongue, and I really get turned on when my pussy is licked."
He responded to her expression of appreciation by licking her entire lush valley, then lifted his head and gazed at her face over the expanse of her alluring belly. "You took off like a rocket."
"I got carried away. A talented tongue on my clit always does that to me. I should have warned you."
"Now I understand what you meant about a lick and a promise. You really like to get your clit licked, don't you?"
"I love it! A lot of women have had their tongue in my pussy, but not a one of them licked me any better, baby." She laughed softly. "To tell you the truth, I didn't expect you to be so good."
"I could have told you how good he is," Tamara said. "I love the way he licks me." She looked at her husband and smiled brightly. "Darling, I'm so proud of you, I could just burst! Brenda, why don't you suck him off now? I want to get in on the fun."
Brenda whirled around and went down on Gil, and spent at least fifteen minutes doing everything but chew him up and spit him out. Her throat didn't look big enough to take him the way it did, but damned if she didn't suck the head while it was all the way down her gullet!
Gil rolled his head to the side and looked at his wife. "She sucks cock the way you do."
Tamara slid her ass forward so her could see her finger working on her clit. "All good girls suck cock the same way, darling, all out, with gusto."
Charged up from fucking Brenda and licking her pussy, he didn't last long. Brenda took the first shot in her mouth, quickly pulled back and let the second shot splatter on her lips and chin, then took him back into her mouth. She finished him off by curling her tongue around his knob and licking him clean, making sure she smeared bright red lipstick all over his shaft, then gave him another one of her throat-tickling kisses.
Tamara stood, licked the remnants of her husband's cum from Brenda's chin and lips, then kissed her tenderly. "You were sensational, darling." She kissed him on the lips. "I'm so proud of you, darling," she said throatily. She kissed him again. "How about a glass of champagne? Your throat must be dry from all the grunting and groaning you did. I know Brenda's is. She really gets wild when she cums, doesn't she?" She chuckled sexily. "You two put on a provocative show. I nearly wore my finger out jacking off. I think I came at least a dozen times."
Gil took the glass of wine she offered and gulped it down. "This is quite a night," he said. "I never expected anything like this to happen."
"You should have, darling. A threesome with another girl is one of your favorite fantasies, and you know I'll do anything to make you happy."
Brenda sat with her back against the headboard and sipped her champagne. "He isn't the only one you're making happy," she laughed.
Gil looked at his wife and cocked one eyebrow. "You're a wily little witch, you know. What now?"
"Why, we're going to party some more," Tamara said. "You do want to fuck me, don't you?" She squeezed his shaft and his cock blew up like a balloon, as hard as ever, if not harder. "I'm sure watching us fuck will get Brenda turned on again."
"What are you trying to do, fuck me blind?"
"No, just until you need glasses," Tamara laughed.
"I can't believe my cock is hard again," he mumbled.
Tamara set her glass on the table and kissed him. "This is just the beginning, darling."
"Talk later," Brenda said. "Get on his cock and ride hell out of it. I want to watch you cum."
Tamara pulled Gil up and stuffed pillows behind his back. "I want you sitting up so you can suck my tits while I ride your cock."
She squatted over his loins and grinned mischievously as she guided the knob of his cock between her luscious lower lips and wiggled her ass, letting the knob slide along her slit.
Brenda got on her knees behind Tamara, reached under her ass and grasped Gil's prick and positioned the large knob at the entrance of the blonde's slick hole. "Sit down, darling," she cooed, putting her other hand on Tamara's shoulder and pushing down, "I want to feel his cock slide into your cunt."
Tamara sighed deeply as her husband's prick eased into her, and he could have sworn it took five minutes for her firm, shapely ass cheeks to touch his thighs. Her cunt felt like a steel fist covered with velvet. Amazingly, she tightened her muscles even more, pushing the skin back so far that he felt faint twinges of pain.
"God, darling," he rasped, "I don't remember you being so tight!"
"My cunt gets tighter when I get real stimulated, darling," she whispered.
Tamara kept her knees wide open, giving Gil a perfect view of her blonde-haired grotto swallowing his cock. She put her hands on her knees and stared into his eyes as she rocked her ass back and forth, making sure she had all of his cock, then began to rise and fall, so slowly it reminded him of a super slo-mo replay in a football game.
Brenda held onto Gil's cock until Tamara's ass touched her hand, then straightened up and put both arms around Tamara and pressed her tits into the blonde's back. She cupped a hefty tit in one hand and put her other hand in Tamara's crotch.
Brenda's finger touched her clit, and Tamara jammed her ass down so hard she made Gil grunt.
"You're certainly stimulated right now," he said, "more than I've ever seen you."
"Watching my husband fuck another girl is special, darling," Tamara breathed.
Brenda kept her finger on Tamara's clit and moved around by her and opened her legs. "Play with my pussy, Gil."
Gil stuck two fingers up Brenda's cunt and pumped them in and out methodically as he licked his wife's tits, Brenda rubbed Tamara's clit delicately, and Tamara's blood ran so hot, she could feel it burning along every inch of her veins.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
As Tamara raised and lowered her ass, the muscles deep inside her sex sheath became remarkably active, squeezing and releasing as she fucked herself on the hard rod. The triple pleasure of a cock stuck up her cunt, a finger on her bloated love stud and a tongue on her tits sent extraordinary sensations flowing through her body. Lust inflamed her brain. When she got this hot, she would be happy to fuck in the middle of the street and give anyone so inclined thirty minutes to draw a crowd.
But she couldn't last thirty minutes. She wasn't even sure she would last thirty seconds! Jacking off while watching Gil and Brenda fuck was only an appetizer. His cock was the main course, and she could easily get off on it alone, or on Brenda's finger frigging her intensely erect, fiery clit. Combined, they made her passion soar.
She looked at her husband's fingers sliding so smoothly in and out of Brenda's cunt and fucked herself faster, chuckling and twisting her hips. Her movements resembled a tornado with his cock at the vortex.
Gil wanted his wife to fuck him forever, knew he wasn't going to last even five minutes. His mouth went from one lust-swollen tit to the other, sucking avidly, nipping the nipples, and caressing her ass when he could catch it. He was amazed that her hands stayed on her knees the entire time, couldn't understand how she balanced that way and still generated leverage.
When his cock swelled and began spewing gobs of jism, he shouted and lunged into her, trying to bury himself in her glorious wetness. She fucked faster, matching his rhythm without missing a beat and sucking his heated essence right out of him. Her mouth fell open, she closed her eyes and threw her head back, then the screams started. Her body jerked and shuddered as she reached her peak, then she jammed her cunt down on Gil's love lance, tilted her hips so Brenda could keep her finger on her hot love button and twitched and spasmed and came-and came-and came some more.
Brenda nipped Tamara's shoulder with her sharp little teeth as her finger tenderly mauled the blonde's clit and Gil's fingers in her cunt had the same effect on her that his cock was having on his wife, and her screams blended with Tamara's.
Once more, Gil got one of Brenda's patented tongue kisses, then Tamara's tongue went down his throat. Both women kissed his mouth at the same time and caressed him all over, touching every inch of his burning, sweaty skin.
"He's going to take a while to recover," Tamara said. "Let's play with each other now. Watching us might give him inspiration." She leaned over and kissed Brenda on the lips. "My pussy is full of his cum."
Brenda exclaimed, "All right!"
Gil thought Tamara was simply going to give him a chance to rest by letting Brenda suck her pussy. Which she did, of course, but she had a lot more in mind.
Tamara rolled off Gil and landed on her back with her legs spread. Brenda got on her knees between Tamara's legs and caressed the heated, silken skin of her inner thighs, then kissed her pussy tenderly.
"Fuck me first, darling," Tamara said hoarsely, "I want to feel your cunt against mine."
Gil knew right then that he hadn't experienced his last surprise of the evening.
Brenda mashed her sopping slit against Tamara's steamy snatch and her smaller clit fused with the blonde's large love button. The luxurious, slippery joining, the electrifying kiss of fleshy nether lips, thrilled both of them to the core.
Tamara whined, "Oh, darling, your cunt feels so good!"
Brenda whimpered, "Your clit feels so big!"
Tamara's eyes blazed with lust as her ass took off in high gear, heaving up and down and twisting around and around, hunching anxiously against the brunette's cunt.
Gil felt new life returning to his cock as he poured himself another glass of champagne and settled down to watch the show.
Tamara and Brenda fucked with a voracious, sensuous rhythm, climbing impatiently toward the peak. They had never made it with each other, but they felt as though they had rubbed pussies many times before. Two sets of slick cunt lips skidded across each other, Brenda's shapely ass lunged and Tamara's shapely ass jerked. Tamara dug her fingers into the cheeks of Brenda's ass and screamed, then a wild, primeval shout of ecstasy burst from Brenda's mouth as they both wiggled wildly and blew like young volcanoes.
Tamara finished with quick little jiggles and breathed, "Oh, darling, you're a dynamite piece of ass!
"You did the work, darling," Brenda sighed, "I just went along for the marvelous ride." She glanced at Gil and smiled, then kissed Tamara. "We did pretty well for our first time, didn't we?"
"I've got a feeling it won't be out last time, Tamara giggled.
Brenda rolled off Tamara and spread her legs wide open. "Play with my pussy, darling. I like fingers up my cunt and a tongue on my clit." She pushed herself up on her elbows so she could watch.
Brenda's bawdy request didn't surprise Gil. Neither did the realization that his wife was going to eat her pussy.
Tamara got on her stomach between Brenda's legs and slipped two fingers of her left hand into the tight little wet hole and pumped them in and out as the tip of her tongue touched the brunette's clit. As the little stud began to harden again, she pressed it between the index and second fingers of her right hand and licked it slowly, delicately, drawing the small spike out of its hood.
Brenda sighed and her legs trembled and her hips hunched. "Oh, God, darling, that feels so fucking good! You really know how to get to a girl."
She sat up and tumbled forward and pushed Tamara onto her back and knelt over her. Grinning mischievously, she lowered her upper body until her erect nipples touched Tamara's taut, thick tit buds and rotated her chest and rubbed the sensitive tips together lightly. She lowered her chest and their tits gradually became two mounds of tightly compressed flesh, and she wiggled and squirmed and gyrated, crushing the mounds of resilient flesh together sensuously.
Brenda glanced at Gil as she whispered loudly, "You ready to cum again, darling?"
Tamara lifted her head and looked at her husband. "Let's suck cunt, darling!"
Brenda turned around on top of Tamara and Tamara's legs automatically popped open. She flexed her knees and spread her thighs wide apart, exposing her inflamed slit to her husband's eyes a brief moment before Brenda's mouth covered the blonde-haired gash and her talented tongue delved into the folds of Tamara's succulent crack.
The tempestuous carnal fervor raging in Tamara's belly incited her, goaded her to reciprocate Brenda's exciting tongue caresses, and she devoted herself wholeheartedly to eating the brunette's tasty box lunch, her tongue matching Brenda's in experience and cleverness.
Their asses pirouetted and their bodies squirmed as they sucked each other into simultaneous fits of orgasmic ecstasy, losing track of the number of times they came as intemperate outbursts of sexual frenzy wracked their cunts.
They rolled apart, mellow and exhausted from the arduous cataclysms of lascivious rapture. They pulled Gil down and snuggled on each side of him and fondled his cock simultaneously.
"Gil comes close, but in general, men don't suck pussy as well as a woman does," Brenda said. "It isn't their fault, poor dears, a girl simply knows how to please another girl."
"I can't argue with you," Gil said. "I didn't know how to eat pussy very well until Tamara taught me."
"My compliments on not being so macho you won't let a girl teach you how to please her," Brenda said.
"My darling husband is very open-minded," Tamara said.
"I'm going to be a lot more open-minded after tonight," Gil laughed.
"I could do with a man like you," Brenda said. "You don't happen to have a brother, do you?"
"Sorry," Gil replied.
"I think we can work out an arrangement to share," Tamara said, "if Gil will agree not to work Friday nights."
"My schedule just got rearranged," Gil said. "You've got to keep me well fed, though. Just keeping up with you is a full-time job.
"Speaking of jobs," Brenda said softly, "would you like a blow job?"
"Help yourself," Gil said, "I'll do my best, but I might disappoint you. You two have pretty well drained the damn thing."
"I just like to suck cock," Brenda said. "If you cum, that will just be icing on the cake."
Brenda went after Gil's dick like a dog after a meaty bone, and Tamara watched with keen interest. She didn't know what was going on inside the woman's mouth, but it must have been something special judging from the way his face twisted in passion.
"She's quite a cocksucker," she muttered.
"Terrific," Gil whispered, "almost as good as you."
"I love you, darling," Tamara said softly.
"I love you, darling," he replied. "I didn't think I could cum again. I think I was wrong."
"Try to give her at least a little drink, darling," Tamara said.
"I won't have to try very hard," he gasped.
His hips jerked up and the muscles in his face tightened and his hips jerked up and down rapidly, then he groaned deep in his chest as cum spewed down his energetic cock-sucker's throat. Brenda pulled her mouth slowly up the length of the shaft, letting the dregs of his semen dribble from between her lips and trickle down the tool. Her tongue quickly lapped them up, then she straightened up and smacked her lips gustily.
"Hmmmmm, that tastes so good," Brenda said. "I just love to suck a cock and eat all that hot cream."
"You suck cock very well," Tamara said. "Give me a taste."
She leaned over and kissed the brunette, and they swapped tongues and the remains of Gil's passion.
"The three of us are going to do a little daisy chain now, darling," Tamara said, "and change around each time Brenda and I cum. Maybe by the time we've got our jollies a couple of times, you'll be ready to fuck us again."
"It's going to be a long, long night," Gil said, faking a groan.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Tamara strolled into the bedroom, naked, smiling brightly.
"Your tits jiggle so nicely when you walk," Gil said.
"Good morning, darling," she said cheerfully. She leaned over the bed and gave him a tender kiss. "How's it hanging?"
He reached up and cupped her dangling tits. "Hang is all it can do. You and Brenda wore it out."
"We'll see," she said confidently. "Coffee's making and the tub is filling. You have just enough time to brush your teeth."
She deliberately accentuated the swing of her ass as she strolled away. "Do you like to look at my ass?" she asked teasingly over her shoulder.
"You know I do, you little witch."
He struggled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom and she brought in two mugs of steaming hot coffee just as he finished brushing his teeth. They climbed into the large, sunken tub and settled back.
"You surprised the hell out of me last night," he said.
Tamara grinned. Her eyes twinkled mischievously. "I know," she said. "I must say, you rose valiantly to the occasion. I'm very proud of you."
"Just don't expect me to do any rising today. Thank God, it's Saturday and I can rest."
"You can rest, darling, but you'll also rise when I want you to."
He finished his coffee and set his cup aside, cocked one eyebrow and regarded her solemnly. "Let's talk about last night."
Tamara set her cup aside and said, "Slide forward," and spread her legs so he could sit between them, "and play with my pussy. Ummm, yes, your fingers feel good. Now, what about last night, didn't you enjoy yourself?"
"You know I did. How long have you been doing it with girls?"
Tamara held his cock loosely in both hands and fondled it tenderly. "Darling, I'm bi, and you aren't going to disappear in a puff of smoke if you say it. I was bi before I met you. I know what your next question is going to be, and yes, I get it on with girls now and then. Washing clothes and running the sweeper doesn't fill the day, and a girl has to do something to keep from getting bored out of her skull." His cock was getting hard, and she changed from fondling to squeezing and pulling. "Laura especially-likes the way I lick her pussy."
Both of Gil's eyebrows shot up. "Laura, from next door?"
"One and the same, darling. Joe would rather watch TV than fuck her, and he's never licked her pussy."
"How long have you been licking her pussy?"
"About six months, three or four times a week."
"Does she lick your pussy?"
"She hadn't, until a couple days ago. I told her that I wouldn't eat her any more unless she ate me. She went down on me, and took to it like a duck takes to water." She pulled his cock a little harder and snickered. "I told you that you would rise to the occasion." She put her legs over his and slid forward and impaled I herself on his cock. "I think most girls are naturally bi, but they won't admit it." She put her hands on his shoulders and wiggled her ass slowly. "Do you want to fuck Brenda and me every Friday night?"
"Would it upset you if I said no?"
"I would be very disappointed," she said softly. "I didn't know it until last night, but watching you fuck another girl really turns me on, and I don't have to ask if you enjoyed fucking her."
"You enjoyed her as much as I did."
"That goes without saying, darling. Why have a threesome if you don't fuck everybody?"
"Well," he chuckled, "from my viewpoint, that works only if the other two are girls. There's still so much I don't know about you."
"Little by little, the different facets of my character will come out, darling, but you'll never know everything about me. I have to stay a little mysterious, or you'll get bored with me."
"No, I don't think I could ever get bored with you," he replied.
She wiggled her ass faster and grunted. "Your cock feels so good. You aren't ready to cum, are you?"
"Not yet, not unless you get really wild."
"I won't, I'm just going to fuck you slowly and cum. Do you have any qualms about fucking your fishing buddy's wife?"
"Do you mean Laura?"
"Uh huh, she needs what you can give her."
"If Joe isn't taking care of her, that's his problem, not mine."
"Well, if you're going to fill in for him, you ought to fuck her a couple times a week."
"Alone?"
"Of course not, darling. She'll come over here at night, and we'll both fuck her."
"Sounds like my dance card is filled three nights a week," he chuckled.
"Five, darling, two nights a week are mine alone. You can decide which two nights you'll work late, but it can't be Friday, Saturday or Sunday."
"I probably won't have enough energy to work late even two nights a week," he laughed.
"I don't have a problem with that." She had no problem arranging his nights, either. That still left her days free, when she could visit Jason and ride his magnificent cock, or play with the two guys next door. "I'm going to cum on your cock, darling, then I want you to upend me and stick your cock up my ass."
