Sandy Bennett - Jackie_s family lessons!

"Oooooohhhh yesssss!" I sighed, wriggling contentedly as his tongue brushed along my belly in the vicinity of my cunt. Now he would plunge that slithery, sensitive thing into my cunt and fill up part of that burning vacuum to keep me from going insane! I could hardly wait. His tongue was out and my cunt tried to track it down and encircle it. But whenever I or it came close, he dodged me nimbly and since Veronica kept a tight grip on my arms I could hardly rape him vaginally. I had to lay there and take it as he circled my cunt over and over with his tongue dragging against my oversensitive skin, always skirting by my pussy lips! "Don't do this to me!" I begged. "Oh Jesus, I need it so bad! Please Michael, give it to me now!"

"Just wait," said my cousin. She adjusted her position so that her knees held my wrists down by the sides of my head, and now her cunt was inches away from my face. It hovered over me like a spider about to pounce, or that's how it looked at first glance. But as I kept staring at her cunt, so familiar now and yet forever mysterious, it turned into a desirable, chubby pussy again, barely covered by hair, wide open so that the pink inner flesh bulged out at me and invited me to make a meal of it. I raised my head to take the first bite quickly, thinking that she might want to tease me as well, but Veronica wasn't the type to delay gratification. As soon as my lips met hers she sank down on me and fed me as much of her cunt as I wanted. Having a mouthful of pussy distracted me briefly from my plight. Unhappily Michael was far too good to let me escape it altogether.

He saw fit to start licking my pussy proper at this point. The tip of his tongue flashed and flicked subtly at my clitoris, lashing it into new frenzies of passion. Veronica ought to take lessons from him, I thought. Here was a man who knew what cunts were all about! His tongue writhed like a stuck snake, pressing down on my clit as hard as it could, pushing it deep into its bed of flesh and setting off bombs of ecstasy in me. "Now you're eating!" I mumbled through the folds of Veronica's pussy. What he gave me she got, too. As my passions mounted dizzyingly I bit into her cunt as though it was a ripe, juicy fig, and Veronica yelled in pain. Only under that yell I heard her shrill delight and so I mauled her with lips and teeth until she was grinding her cunt into my face so hard I couldn't breathe! Luckily she let go of my arms during this orgasm and I was able to lift her off far enough to let a little air stream in, or else she would have fucked my face until I suffocated.

The room sounded like a soup kitchen. Smacking lips, long slurps, sighs of satisfaction rang through the room. The smell of olives suffused the air, small moans welled up, it was hot, sweaty, and tense. His tongue wriggled deep inside me. It wasn't nearly enough to satisfy me but enough to hold me down. Suddenly he withdrew his mouth and left cool air to brush past the wetness of my cunt so that I felt the loss all the more. I couldn't see what was going on because Veronica kept her cunt pressed into my face. I just hoped he'd be undressing.

I felt his nakedness as he resumed his position between my legs. His skin was smooth as talcum, his flesh was uniformly hard. Way down my leg I felt a stiff cock sliding along my skin. I felt no hair, just his smoothness, his hardness. Veronica was huffing and puffing on top of me, straining toward her next climax the way a locomotive makes for the top of a steep hill. I had to finish her off quickly. My tongue darted from her clit to her hole and back, working at full speed until at last she went over the top and collapsed over me like a house of cards. Right away I gave her a shove that sent her rolling to the other side of the bed and I sat up to see what my fine lover looked like.

He was beautiful! His milky brown skin took on the luster of daylight and his hairless, muscular body rippled with every move he made. I wanted to touch him all over and he didn't stop me this time. My hands caressed the smoothness of his back, shoulders, his hard, round buns, and they slipped in between his buttocks to see if any hair grew down there. None at all. He lay on his belly and ate my cunt during all this so I couldn't see if he had pubic hair. I was too curious to wait for him to show me. My hands slipped under his belly and reached for that part of him. Smooth skin, nothing but smooth skin!

"Let me make love to you now!" I pleaded, not expecting him to give way to me. Again he surprised me. He lay on his back and nodded for me to go ahead. "You'll let me? Oh Michael, thank you!" I did the rounds of his body first, licking him all over, taking a quick suck of his cock, inspecting him, loving him, and when my curiosity was satisfied I straddled his loins and guided his long, slender cock into me. It was like an ivory dildo, beautifully carved, and it slipped into my cunt as easily as if it had been custom made for it. He was content at first to let me do all the work. I bobbed up and down over him, working his cock into different parts of my pussy until the worst itch had been scratched. Then it was time to settle down to some serious fucking!

I lay on top of him and placed my legs on top of his so that his cock was trapped not only in my pussy but also between my thighs. I kissed him with passion and thrust my tongue into his mouth, clung to him, and undulated my whole body so his cock would enter me deeply. And Michael kissed me back but held still for the rest. I worked off all that excess energy, that pent-up frustration, banging my belly against his, holding his cock securely between my slippery lips, and he loved it! He waited until I couldn't go on. My back hurt, I wasn't getting the right amount of penetration, so he rolled us both over and took over the wheel.

Now his cock dove deep into my cunt, down, down, down, till it touched bottom. That set me off right away. The next stroke seemed to go even deeper and the stroke after that was headed for my throat from the wrong end. He fucked beautiful, long, driving strokes, given an extra hitch by a snap of his ass. I settled in for the finale, convinced that this was his last act. For a while it looked as though I was right. He started to gallop, and that was part of a routine with which I was at least familiar. Harder and harder, sticking his dick into me so deep that I felt it between my lungs! Any moment his sperm would fill me up, and in preparation for that moment I started to work at getting off. The expectation, the foreplay, his powerhouse fucking, all elevated me up to the springboard, and from there I jumped to arch gracefully through the blue skies to land in a pool of joy. I heard myself cry out gibberish and compliments to him. Next would come his grunts, his frantic crescendo… but no, he kept on plugging away at the same pace!

He rolled us over again and I found myself on top of him, trying my best to remember what to do. While I contended with my post-orgasmic daze Michael took over again. His hands grabbed hold of my hips and began to move me back and forth slowly so that his cock banged about inside me like a clapper in a bell. That was fun but not nearly as much as I was about to get. He increased the speed of his movement, moving me back and forth faster, faster, more violently, shaking me like a rag doll, until my head hurt and my eyes bugged out. But how delicious that felt! His cock moved about inside my cunt and touched on all the unexplored bases, rattling around in there while I was in his strong hands. He was sweating and grunting and his hips moved up and down while his hands moved me to and fro. The motion soon got the better of me. Under a barrage of screams I came, came, came again, and he kept shaking me until the last climax had rolled away into the distance. Then, with obvious reluctance, he squeezed the cheeks of my ass together to put pressure on his cock, and brought himself undone inside me.