B. Dickens - When she was bad

The blonde housewife went at it hungrily, curling her tongue in slightly to stiffen it and then shoving the delectable prod into her lover's steamy box. She breathed in deeply the hot fragrance of aroused pussy as she nuzzled her beautiful face down into the warm slot between Eileen's thighs, digging in as far as she could get. She thrust her tongue in and out, in and out, working to lap up every sweet drop of girl goo she could get, letting it roll over her palate and down her throat, mingling with the heavy male creams from Chester and her husband that were already resting in her belly.

Eileen moaned and groaned and slobbered and drooled into Carol's equally sweltering twat, caught up in both her own debauched love for eating pussy, and the expert actions of Carol down on her own snatch. For Eileen this was the best part of having her pussy eaten-not the sucking, or the licking, but having a hot tongue whipping in and out, dabbling into every nook and cranny. That burning, jabbing, soft/hard little thing was almost enough to produce a kind of sexual madness in her every time. She redoubled her own muff diving efforts, trying to match the wonderful feelings she was getting by drilling her own educated tongue into the humid slot of Carol's throbbing pussy.

Carol groaned and shook her head back and forth, never losing the intimate connection of mouth to cunt. She pushed her hands down along Eileen's thighs to cup her sweetly rounded butt cheeks, pulling her hips up tighter, mashing her groin into her slobbering mouth. Eileen heaved and shook in the throes of an approaching orgasm, her belly rolling and jerking under the double weight of Carol's massive tits resting on it.

"Oh! OH, baby, you've got… you've got… I'm commminnnggggg!!!!" Eileen suddenly screamed, dropping her head back from her own pussy feast as she spent her cum off to her lapping lover's tongue. She scissored her legs up and over Carol's head, holding her tightly down into her wildly spasming pussy. Eileen beat her own head back and forth on the air mattress, groaning and sobbing and giving little shrieks of joy as the ultimate feeling of orgasmic pleasure washed over her.

Carol let herself be manhandled by the climaxing woman, the tight vise of legs and cunt trapping her head. But she wanted it, loved the feeling of that hot twat paying off to her oral touches, of the oozing juices that she could lap up so eagerly. But she was also so close to her own climax that, when Eileen broke the connection of her mouth at the moment of her orgasm, Carol whipped her hips down hard, trying to regain that marvelous tongue up her slot.

Her pussy smeared back and forth over Eileen's shaking head, smearing her lips and cheeks, nose and eyes, with strands of girl goo, and Carol made huffing sounds of perverted need. But as her own climax finally began to die down, Eileen quickly mastered the unconscious jerking of her body and returned her hungry mouth to Carol's cunt with a vengeance, shooting her own tongue straight up into Carol's gaping, hotly dripping pussy hole, determined to give as good as she'd gotten!

"Oh, Christttt!" Carol yelled into her face full of pussy as, with that sudden almost savage return of sensation she too peaked, and both women were locked together like one impossible sexual creature, sobbing and crying, both trying at the same time to dig deeper into the sweet slots before them, and to get still more sensation from their own exploding quims.

It seemed to go on for an eternity, but, finally, both of the decadent women got their breathing under control, and slowly the reality of the world around them began to seep back into their lust-soaked senses. With little kisses and soft lappings of tongues, they played now less urgently with their living sexual toys. Each was acting almost like a cat, licking clean their young kittens. The thought of cats and kittens and pussies struck Carol as exceedingly funny as she took one last long, luxurious lick along the entire length of Eileen's hot pink gash, and she began to giggle.

She was preparing to sit around and tell her lover about this little bit of sexual wordplay when her attention was caught by the sound of a nervous cough. Glancing up across the yard she saw with shocked surprise the face of a man looking over the gate at the driveway, a very wide but somewhat nervous grin on his lips, and his face a bright red.

Eileen had not heard the cough, but noticing Carol's hard stare away from her, turned and her own eyes widened at the sight of their unexpected audience.

"Oh, shit," she giggled.

9:20 a.m…

Mike Ryan could hardly believe his eyes! In four years working as an exterminator, going to thousands of homes spraying stinking gas at bugs that generally ignored him, he'd never seen a sight like the one he'd just witnessed-two gorgeous women going at it hot and heavy, eating each other's snatches like there was no tomorrow. He'd only seen that type of girl-girl sex in some of the men's magazines he bought. Watching it in the flesh had his cock springing up rock hard in his pants.

He'd only had a minute or so to watch the two slurping women before he gave an involuntary cough, which he quickly cursed at under his breath when it made the two women suddenly jump apart. The smaller one had quickly dived into the pool, then paddled up to the edge and looked at him with only her head showing above the water, a shit-eating grin on her lovely face.

The taller blonde had quickly snatched up a towel lying by the mattress they had been screwing around on and wrapped it around her torso-but not before Mike had gotten a sizzling eyeful of her massive breasts bouncing and swinging about as she scrambled to get the towel in place.

He looked down at the work-form attached to his clipboard for the name again. "Mrs. Bristol" it read. "Mrs.?" he thought. He had assumed he'd been watching two dykes going at it, but evidently this woman, at least, was married. He looked up again to see the gorgeous housewife walking across the lawn toward him, brushing her dark blonde hair back from a face still flushed from her sexual excitement.

If she was married, Mike mused, maybe she went both ways, not just a lesbian lover. His prick jerked again-he wanted a piece of what this woman had just been sharing with the lady in the pool, and said a quick silent prayer to the gods of love that today would be his lucky day, finally. He'd heard all the horny-housewife tales from his fellow workers, stories of voluptuous young teens who would drag the poor, unsuspecting exterminator into their rooms for hours of hot sex. But he'd never run across any of those nymphos on his own jobs, just lots of old ladies and their cats, for the most part. This stunning blonde was certainly no young nympho, but she was no old lady either! And she had a pussy that he really was eager to pet.

Mike put on what he felt was his sexiest smile and waited for her to reach him at the gate, dropping one hand down to struggle at adjusting his pants around his now almost painfully throbbing erection.

For her own part, although Carol had been surprised to find out she and Eileen had had an audience of one, when she'd really looked at him her surprise and slight embarrassment had turned quickly into horny anticipation.

The man appeared to be in his early thirties, and judging by the fact that she could see most of his chest over the top of the gate, had to stand a good six foot three or more. He wore one of the nondescript brown uniforms and caps of his company, but he wore the shirt unbuttoned several buttons at the top, and Carol could see a dark mass of hair burling on a muscular chest. He also had a thick, dark moustache-which hung over one of the silliest grins she'd ever seen! Carol had to keep herself from giggling, because she knew that grin from having seen it on many men over the years-this guy was turned on as hell, but trying equally as hard not to show it. She also noticed that, while he rested his clipboard on top of the gate with one hand, the other hand was down behind it, and the slight motions of his arm showed he was trying to unobtrusively adjust his clothing. Carol had no doubt what the cause was of his sudden entrance in his appearance.