Robert Taylor: Bored wife

Like I was, Betsy thought, nuzzling Vera's cheek and gazing at the luscious, snowy-white titties in her hands, at the pale-salmon nipples growing under her caresses to sharp spikes.

She said, "But about George. Do you dig sex with him?"

"Sometimes I go wild like an animal, for days on end can't keep my hands off him, especially his cock. It's hard like a bullet. Not big but simply iron. One weekend he kept count. He fucked me fourteen times and on Monday morning he was late for work because I had to have another cuntful before we got up. But then for weeks – I hate him! Especially if I have a girl." She paused, looking down at her breasts, now solely in Betsy's hands because dress and bra had fallen away. "Betsy, I'm so hot for you!"

Her chin jerked up and Betsy found her mouth yawning. She pressed her lips in, felt them sucked hungrily, slid her tongue into the voracious suction and oh, the thrill of that wet kiss, bubbling throughout her body to her swelling nipples and then seething in her cunt!

But Vera's reaction paled hers; a violent trembling, moans, writhing about as though on the point of a cum. Her tongue lashed like a ribbon of fire, coiling about Betsy's, flailing at her lips, plunging through to her throat, giving every sign of emotions too long bottled up.

"So hot!" she choked. "How my pussy feels – pumping in and out…"

Betsy fingered down Vera's belly, under her skirt and grasped the girl's hairy snatch. Lushly haired, and like this squatting on the john with her thighs wide apart her slobbery split seemed as wide a Betsy's palm. She squeezed the hairy outer lips, rubbed, found her clit – a tiny thing – and tweaked it until Vera was moaning.

"Betsy! I'll cum! You'll make me cum! Oh – shit, your hand on my cunt – I'll flip right out of my mind!"

Then she seized Betsy's tits, pulled at them while writhing through hip jerks.

Betsy curled an arm behind herself and unzipped, felt Vera's hands tear down the front of her dress and fist on the swollen tit caps.

"I want to suck them, those big – oh, what beautiful nipples, Betsy, let me fill my mouth…"

"Yes!" Betsy cried. "Suck my tits, darling, gulp at them!"

Her breasts were hung out over Vera's face. The girl stuffed the left one into her mouth, took the entire enflamed cap, a mouthful in itself, then white tit flesh, sucking hard.

Betsy heard music, dance music in the living room. And rain beating on the roof. So there was an outside world; but here in the gleaming, tile bathroom, bent over this girl sitting on the toilet, sating her pent-up hunger for tit-sucking, she had world enough, complete. The pulling on her breast brought such heat to her belly that she reached up under her skirt and grasped her pussy. It was as wet as that of her new lover, gaping, and two fingers up her fuckhole felt like mere straws. Open like a bucket!

Moaning, Vera switched to the other breast, nibbling the tip as she paused for breath, then wolfing it in, her lips a circle squeezed tight on white tit flesh.

The sucking pull made Betsy's stretched boobs seem to swell to watermelon size, and the other too, which Vera kneaded voluptuously. So hot! But each was being treated separately, one in the wet suction, the other caressed by feather-light fingers, each glorious but apart.

She panted, "Vera, honey, can you suck them both at once?"

Vera's reply, a moan choked by her mouthful of breast, came out like she had just been seized by orgasm.

"Both! Oh, I'll – cum! Let me…"

She drew almost off, one nipple still in her mouth as she squeezed the melon tits together and forced both breast caps into her mouth.

To Betsy it was like a short circuit, flaming electric charges meeting and making her shriek and almost fail on trembling legs. And seeing the redhead mouthing both thumb-like nips, stretching them, nibbling, slobbering on them, the sight of it started Betsy's cum.

"Vera!" she cried. "Vera, my cunt is pulling, make me cum darling, oh yes, suck me!"

The image of Tom's long, big-headed cock flashed through her mind as the cum started.

Oh, Tom, I want my taint full of it right now! That long, stiff prick up my fuckhole, Tom!

But she knew now what Tom was aiming for, not just fucking, but a turned-on party, an orgy, every cock in every cunt, every organ sucked.

Yes, that's what he wanted, and she was doing her part, but despite the short-circuit thrill of both tit ends being sucked together her cum hung fire. She had to have it, now!

She cried, "Vera, lap me! Darling, please suck my cunt, please?"

She threw up her skirt and raised, tugging her breasts from the other's grasp, and shoving her hairy twat at Vera's face.

Vera stared wide-eyed at her. The change had been too abrupt. The tears welled in her eyes. Her face paling, she looked confused.

Then she dropped a hand to her red-haired crotch and squeezed herself, biting her lip.

"Betsy. I've never. Oh, Betsy. Except – drunk. But I'm hot!" She rubbed hard at her pussy. "My cunt's so – wet – oh, Betsy!"

With that she plunged in, throwing an arm around Betsy's ass and crushing in.

Betsy felt her entire vulva sucked into the girl's wet mouth, which seemed full of flailing tongues.

Her cum had started, a cuntal slithering that began to shiver, as though heat waves were racing out of her too rapidly for each to be identified. That trembling extended to her bowed-out leg, wee to her naked tits and they quivered like jelly, those swollen melons with caps puffed out to cones too large for even a male hand to cover. Straining, head back, her belly arched in to the mouth of the girl sitting on the john, she let the violent shivering carry her into orgasm.

She choked out, "Vera – lap me…"

The other's voice, muffled by cuntal flesh, seemed agonized yet hysterical with joy.

"I'm eating your cunt! Oh, Betsy, I'm – there – I sucked your clit, such a big clit! Oh, I love cunt-lapping, I'm drinking it! Betsy, I love you, love you!"

Panting, feeling her breasts wobble crazily about as she jerked to the very peak of orgasm, losing all control, afraid of falling over backward, Betsy could only hip into the licking and sucking, using it to balance her teetering body. She seized her breasts to still their wild rotation, pulled at handfuls of rubbery flesh, drawing the cum right up into her tits, through them to her burning throat and cheeks, cumming to the eyeballs.

Vera's tongue slid up her hole, into a convulsing space large enough to contain a thousand like it.

I need cock, Betsy moaned inside. I need a cuntful of stiff meat, Tom's long shaft with the head like – an apple!

Yes, even while surging through a cum, tongue was not enough.

She had to be fucked, just had to be!

Then she heard Vera's cry: "I'm cumming too!"

Betsy was falling. It was all spilling out of her, all the hot waves melted to mill-pond quiet. Below she saw Vera frantically finger-fucking herself. She was sliding down, knees touching Vera's, passing them. Limber now, loose all over, falling to knee the bath mat.

Before her were the girl's spread white thighs, straining, and between them her racing hand, jamming fingers up her hole.

"I'll lap you," Betsy said.

Crying out, not ceasing in the frantic cuntal massage, Vera squirmed to the front of the john seat.

The mat of red pubic hair. The yawning lips, dribbling streamers of vaginal juice, inner lips quivering, and the little clit a fiery protrusion.

Betsy pressed into it, mouthed the jellied flesh, and sucked.

She heard Vera's cry, like the howl of a wounded animal.

Hands seized Betsy's head and held her in tight as she sucked and lapped the girl into the most violent raptures of orgasm.

Then Vera folded down over her, sobbing, "Honey darling, oh Betsy, I want to go to bed with you and lap your cunt all night long!"