Allen Whitten: The teaser next door

Ted was not letting her down. His balls poured and poured the fuck juice, and when they finally stopped, Wendy drank and drank, trying not to miss even a single drop.

Ted stood still, his ass still drawn tight from the moment of climax. Wendy licked his prick, sucking at it to be sure that nothing was trapped in the tube that brought the salty semen to her from the fat balls.

When she backed off Ted's prick, which surprisingly had not yet gone down, it was perfectly clean, as though she had taken a washcloth and wiped it sparkling free of any residue.

"I thought I was going to have to back away from your cock. I must have drunk a quart of cum."

Ted pressed her to his thighs, stroking her cheek. "You were wonderful. Even better than my wife and she's no slouch. When she's feeling good."

"Not feeling guilty, are you?" Wendy asked. He chuckled. "No. And if I get sentimental, you slap me or something. I intend to pay you back for this. Now what do you say we get some of that comfort you were talking about."

"Fine with me. I'm getting a hot cunt."

"Fucking or sucking?"

"Both."

He squeezed her shoulder as they walked to her bedroom. "Fuckin' to please. That's my motto."

Wendy suddenly stopped, then burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"We must be modeling the new summer fashions. Here I am topless, and you bottomless. Boy, do we look corny!"

Ted was still wearing his shirt, beneath which swayed his still-erect cock.

Wendy had on her pants, with her tits standing free.

"I've got a great idea for a better matching outfit."

"What's that?" asked Wendy.

"We'll both get naked. Then they can't tell the men's fashions from the women's."

"Don't you bet on that, Ted Johnson. Don't you bet on that."

She wrapped her hand around his prick. "See what I mean? Men got a handle, where women don't."

"Amen to that," he said, as they made their way up the stairs.

Nakedness was the most liberating of actions for Wendy. Somehow, knowing that her flesh was naked always excited her. Especially when she was sharing her nudity with a naked man.

She and Ted had immediately stripped the last remains of their clothing when they entered the bedroom. Now they stood, hiding nothing, each proud of their bodies.

Ted was three years away from thirty. He had been married two years, and Wendy gathered that he had sowed his wild oats early. Why else would he take on the responsibility of a baby to raise?

His hair was long and well groomed. He wasn't overly muscled like the full-time athlete, but his body was trim, and she supposed that he worked at keeping in shape.

The one muscle that he kept in top shape was the one hanging between his legs. Or should she say, jutting from between his legs. Anything standing that proud couldn't be said to be hanging.

"You ready to have your cunt lapped," he asked.

Wendy eased her ass on the bed, lay back and spread her white thighs wide. Her cunt glistened wetly, the lips swollen. When she took her fingers and separated the lips, her cunt seemed to flower, the cuntjuice oozing from the dark slit. A tiny dribble of cuntjuice slipped out of the gash and welled at the bottom of her pussy.

"Does that seem answer enough for you?"

She began to undulate, letting her fingers caress her cuntmouth in slow delicate strokes. She curled her cunthair around one finger, then brushed it lightly across her clit.

Ted climbed on the bed, his face close to her blood-engorged cunt. He blew his hot breath over the whole area, and watched Wendy's pussylips flutter.

Her ass began to rock from side to side, while she stroked her silken sheath. Occasionally her puckered little asshole would come into view. He ran the tip of his index finger across it a couple of times and felt the shock ripple through Wendy.

He did not go directly to her cunt, but nibbled at her creamy thighs for a while.

It was tantalizing to have him kissing and licking her so close to her eager pussy, but she wanted him to hurry and place his mouth on her cuntlips.

"Kiss it, darling! Let me feel your lips on my cunt," she begged.

He obeyed, letting his mouth suddenly envelop her twat. It was as tasty as he had supposed it would be. He chewed daintily on her cuntlips. Then slipping his hands under her and taking an asscheek in each hand, he began to lick up and down the great gash with the flat of his tongue.

Wendy draped her legs over his shoulders, her heels resting on his back. She rose to meet his furious licking, pressing into his back.

"Easy, angel. I'm not going to miss anything. But I can't hold onto your ass if you move around too much."

"I'm sorry," she said. "I guess I got carried away."

"Glad to know you were enjoying it."

She sighed, and hunched upward at him.

"Please… hurry! Eat my pussy."

He returned his eager mouth to her trembling cuntlips. With a quick dart, so sudden that it surprised her, Ted snaked his tongue into her oozing cunt.

Oh, God, it's so wonderful. I can't help myself. His tongue is driving me out of my mind! Oh, suck me, Ted! Tongue-fuck me, darling! Jab your tongue all the way up in me!

The wonderful sensations spreading out from her cunt were making her so passionate that her pussyjuice was flowing out of her cunt in a gush.

Ted swabbed the velvety center of her pussy, making slurping sounds as his tongue sought the insides of her tingling, throbbing cunt.

She clamped her thighs on his smooth shaven cheeks, writhing as the heat rippled through her. She felt as though she were in the middle of a raging bonfire, built from her all-consuming lust. She moaned in tight little gasps of breath, kneading her titties as she bucked and lurched wildly against Ted's educated tongue.

"Ahhhhh! It's so good. Eat me, tongue me, suck me, do anything to me, but don't quit, not now! Don't quit ever. Suck me, Ted! Mmmmmm!"

She clamped down on her lower lip, to stifle her scream.

Her nipples became harder and more erect. She was building toward the most wonderful climax she had ever had. No one had ever sucked her pussy like this before, and maybe no one would ever again. Ted was a super cunt-lapper.

Ted found her throbbingly erect clitoris then. He tongued with animal ferocity, then nibbled at it with his teeth. Wendy threw back her head, and would have screamed but the breath was depleted from her lungs. It had whooshed out at the first touch of her flaming joy button.

She brought her hands down from her tits, and placed them on the back of Ted's head. He burrowed deeper, as though he were tunneling through her cunt with his tongue. He sucked her cunt, he lapped it, he nibbled it, and every act sent her soaring higher and higher.

"Coming… It's so good! So goooood!"

She lurched up at him, bucking uncontrollably. Then she shuddered violently, held herself poised in a tense state then she began to come. The orgasm hit her, rolled her through a final series of gyrations, then left her spent and slumped on the bed.

Ted fought his way from between her clenched thighs. His eyes blazed with passion. As Wendy looked down the expanse of her body, she could see his rock-hard cock swaying menacingly at her.

Ted licked the fuck foam from his lips where the juices from Wendy's cunt had mingled with his saliva, and then he moved atop her. He pressed his mouth to hers, and she opened to receive his tongue. It darted across her teeth and tongue, and she tasted her fuckjuice. The taste was somewhat salty, but pleasant to the taste buds.

She could feel his prick so very close to her saliva-slickened slit. She reached down between their bodies and guided the enormous head to her cuntmouth. The head slid between the pulsating lips, and then with a savage grunt Ted plunged it home.