Raymond Thomas - The Young Swappers

Joel looked upon a tuck with Faye as a great experience, much more than the mere act of bodies converging.

Faye finally removed the soap from his cock. They abruptly stepped out of the shower.

Joel reached out and grabbed a towel from the towel rack, taking it and briskly running it over Faye’s body.

He began by drying her hair and face, then moved the white towel down to her breasts, which be briskly patted, supplying himself with that many more thrills.

He moved it downward toward her stomach, drying it off, thereupon working it down to her legs.

When be moved the towel over to her ass cheeks, he received particular delight and contentment from running the towel against her buttocks.

He quickly finished drying off her body, at which point she took the towel from him and dried his body off.

After she finished drying his legs, tossing the towel aside, Joel leaned forward. The longer his eyes came into contact with her sparkling nude form, which was radiantly clean from the shower she had just obtained, the hungrier his desires became.

It was as if he had not unleashed his orgasmic juices in her at all. He leaned forward, throwing out his arms and letting them clasp around her body.

Joel eagerly pulled her toward him, letting his chest collide with her breasts.

With stunning impact, he pushed his head forward and permitted his lips to cannonade against hers.

While their lips met with solemn passion, he reached out with his right leg and let it stroke against her left leg.

The longer the legs came into contact, and the longer that the breasts did the same, the more eager both of them felt about extending their sexual sphere of activity.

His lips remained frozen against hers for quite some time, It was as if he was so carried away by the excitement of it all that he did not want to ever release them.

It wasn’t until he began panting hungrily that he decided to turn his lips loose from hers, so he did so. He released his lips, then sent his tongue surging forward toward her mouth.

He let it glide its way with swiftness into her mouth. He started out slowly, letting his tongue collide with hers, but before he knew it nature was taking its own course and he was moving his tongue quicker than before.

The dazzling pace swiftly accelerated, and as his tongue met hers with great stroke rapidity, he felt the need to reach out with both hands and run his fingers ever so soothingly through her still-moist hair.

He loved the tingly contact of his fingers with the soft, long locks of hair, and just being able to touch it repeatedly was enough to put extra impact into his tongue efforts as it glided spectacularly inside her mouth.

Their hot breath merged and his tongue kept darting against hers, causing them to feel new waves of excitement within their already highly supercharged bodies.

The electrical currents were almost too much for Joel to bear up under. Faye was just too much woman for him. Whereas Sheila had great difficulty in letting herself go, Faye was quite the opposite. He could readily see that she was the type of woman who would eagerly surrender herself in totality to the right man, and, fortunately for him, he fell into that distinct category.

When he finally turned his tongue loose from Faye’s mouth, he reached out with both hands and ran his fingers over her breasts as he looked down at her pussy.

Her golden pubic hairs sparkled every bit as majestically as they had when they first stepped into the shower.

“Let’s go: into the bedroom,” he said breathlessly, Suddenly releasing his fingers from her breasts and clasping her hands.

She nodded, heaving a sigh and looking at him with heartfelt desire.

They moved quickly toward the bed. Joel in particular felt overpowering urges in his penis, the kind of restless stirrings that only another sizzling orgasm could possibly hope to placate.

He took his lover in his arms watching her melt in the virile impact generated by his arms encircling around her.

He squeezed her tightly, demonstrating to her just how much that he desired her.

Once more his anxious red tongue plodded forward. It thrust into her mouth. He wiggled it even more quickly and uninhibitedly than before.

With unabashed enthusiasm, his tongue tore with great swiftness inside her mouth. It stabbed repeatedly against her tongue as the hungers within him swelled some more.

He felt the impact in particular down between his legs, in his rock-hard penis, which needed so badly to receive some satisfaction.

He guided her body downward into the bed, watching as she lay there helplessly in his arms, eagerly surrendering herself to him.

As she lay there in the bed, panting with determination, her legs began to quiver ever so slightly.

“What do you have in mind?” she asked.

“I want my tongue inside your pussy,” he exclaimed. “And while I’m doing that, I sure would dig you sucking my cock. If there’s one thing that would really turn us both on, it’s a sixty-nine. I have a hunch that our timing would be just perfect.”

“I have the same hunch,” she laughed.

“I want to stick my fingers into your hot nest.”

“That’s probably the best way to get started,” she nodded.

He proved his emphatic agreement by extending his trembling left hand, which was overridden with desire. He had to have this beautiful woman once more, and he permitted his fingers to slide first against her pubic thatch, then inside her vagina.

His fingers worked diligently against her pussy lining while the sensations surged throughout her pussy.

As she began to feel the itch to a greater extent than before, his fingers worked, with sharper rapidity. He zeroed in on his target, permitting his fingers to dance inside her mound. The longer he kept up his finger attack, the closer that she came to juicing. When her whole body was beginning to rock with every movement, he felt that she would soon be juicing at least to some extent.

He wondered if she would provide him with just a little preliminary juicing, or whether instead she would give forth with a full-fledged orgasm.

It turned out that he received the full-fledged orgasm. The juices spilled out of her pussy, coming into contact with his fingers.

“I’m disappointed,” he said. “That was supposed to be just to warm you up. I wanted to eat it.”

“You should have gotten your tongue down there a little quicker,” she giggled.

“But all certainly isn’t lost. You can do it again, and you will do it again once I put my tongue to work.”

“Yes, stab it inside me. I want your tongue inside my hot nest.”

Joel reached out and pried Faye’s legs apart. He observed the precipitation, which was observable on her wet, matted pussy hairs.

He threw his body forward, making certain that he let his hard cock dangle just a few inches from her mouth.

They lay across from one another, set to proceed with the mutual sucking.

“Turn your tongue loose on my prick, baby,” Joel said with anticipation.

“I’ll tickle your cock and balls,” she laughed.

As his tongue moved closer and closer to its ultimate target, her itching vagina, which was alive with sensation, throbbed with intensity.

Joel’s heart thumped with speedy repetition as he turned his attention to his lover’s hot vagina.

He crouched his body forward, reaching outward with his tongue and sliding it toward her pussy.

Joel sharply attacked her moist, dewy cuntal petals, knowing that he had succeeded in getting her to orgasm once. The wetness generated the heat within him as his tongue kept on incessantly moving, striving toward its ultimate objective, that of releasing a fresh supply of pussy juice out of her snatch.