Mark Carver - Family flesh feast

Panting, she knelt in front of the brunette and slid her hands beneath Donna's skirt, up along the hot flesh of her thighs, caressing lasciviously, cupping Donna's moist crotch in her palm and softly squeezing.

"Come on, sweetheart," Georgia whispered, her eyes blazing. She traced a fingertip along the brunette's soaked cunt lips and Donna moaned. "Come on, Donna," Georgia urged, "take it off honey. I'll give you the time of your life. I'll suck you off until you faint with joy, darling. Slip off your skirt now…"

Trembling with weakness, Donna unzipped her skirt and, still sitting, slipped it off. Then as Georgia ran her tongue tip teasingly over the hot flesh of her inner thighs, the fiercely aroused brunette took off her blouse.

"Oh that's a beautiful body, honey," the swinger purred, her lips tingling madly. Gently, she spread Donna's sleek thighs and watched her glistening pussy lips softly suck with lust. She brought her mouth close to Donna's hot cunt, filling her nostrils with her steaming fragrance. She pressed back on the housewife's soft belly to expose her throbbing clit bud.

Then Georgia darted out her long pink tongue and ran it across the pulsing lips, lapping up a trace of honey. Donna moaned softly and spread her legs wider, closing her eyes, waiting eagerly for the next thrill.

Oh Jesus, she thought with shame and tremendous excitement, I'm going to be sucked off by a beautiful girl and I'm dying to see what it's like! She nudged her throbbing cunt closer to Georgia's wet mouth, slipping off her high heels. Trembling furiously, she gripped the swinger's head in her hands and raised her knees so she could rest on her heels on Georgia's shoulders. Knowing how obscene she must look with her swollen tits panting eagerly and her dripping cunt begging Georgia's mouth, for one horrifying moment she wondered what her innocent family would do if they saw her right now. Especially her darling wholesome children!

"Eat me," Donna whispered urgently, her eyelids fluttering. "Please eat me – I'm so damn hot!"

Georgia quickly glanced behind her at her husband, who silently watched with a pounding hard-on straining at his pants. He nodded approval. He'd programmed his sexy wife so thoroughly she could barely take a piss without his solemn approval. He watched Georgia dig her frenzied mouth into the brunette's sucking hot pussy with deep moans of lust. Immediately, Donna screamed softly and squirmed her aching cunt madly to the swinger's lashing tongue.

"Ooooooooo! Oh God, Georgia! Unnnnnnnnnn! So-so beautiful! Aaaaaaaaaah! Oh you eat it w-wonderfully! Oh Lord, it's – I'm so – unnnnnnnnnnf! Excited, oh so gooooooood!"

Georgia barely heard the ranting. She was concentrating intensely on the delicious slit thrashing beneath her mouth, relishing the fiery juices, rolling the honey around her mouth to savor, classify, compare. The lush swinger had eaten so many frantic pussies in the past five years she had a mental filing and grading system. The scale ran from minus ten to plus ten.

Very juicy cunt, Georgia decided as she sucked on Donna's trembling clit. Texture of flesh, plus seven. Sucking power, plus six. Honey flow, plus nine. The brunette was gushing juice like a fountain. Honey flavor also nine, damn near pure nectar, sweet and hot and faintly sticky, just the way Georgia loved her pussy juice. Fragrance, plus eight, Response, a perfect ten – hell, you couldn't get more deliriously excited than this gorgeous piece, who was now issuing fierce cries of lust and swinging her boiling slit to Georgia's mouth in a fury of passion – and sheer Visual Appeal, another plus nine. All in all the sensuous brunette would come out with a very high overall rating. And Georgia took her grading very seriously indeed, since there was hell to pay from the whip and the giant dildo if any unlucky sex partner came out with an overall minus.

Unfortunately, there was also hell to pay if they came out with too high a plus score. That triggered a vicious excitement in the hungry swinger that ran out of control too often. A shame Donna was too sexy for her own good…

Knowing the screaming housewife was on the verge of a wild orgasm, Georgia slipped her tongue out of her frenzied pussy and dipped it down to slither it inside Donna's fiery asshole.

"Oooooooo! Oh Heaven! Oh Jesus! How beautiful!" Donna gasped, thrill after thrill racing through her tender asshole as Georgia wriggled her hot tongue deep and hard. Her loins were seething with urgent need, on the brink of an explosive climax, but the new thrill was so dreamy and obscenely delightful, Donna sobbed happily and crushed her ass lustfully to the swinger's mouth.

At thirty-nine, it never occurred to the shy wife that sensations like these existed. John ate her pussy from time to time, but it wasn't a lewd, tremendously exciting ritual like this, a teasing, nerve racking, utterly fantastic journey into the byroads of passion. Donna never realized her asshole could be a source of such shivering ecstasy.

Very soon, she would discover to her horror it could also be a source of unbearable torture…

While his wife ravenously ate the moaning brunette's pussy, Al stripped for action. He glared down at his erection with the familiar rage over Nature's injustice. Actually, his rigid cock was quite thick and effective in spite of the hardly noticeable shortage. Bright red with lust, it quivered with eagerness, a creamy drop seeping from his knob. Watching Georgia go down on a woman, especially a sexy item like the frantic housewife, always gave him a fierce hard-on. His sultry wife didn't just eat pussy or suck off men. She was an artist, a passionate virtuoso who put her heart in her torrid lust, who strove always to be the best. Her tongue wasn't just a tongue, it was a diabolical whip of pleasure, just as her lips were masterpieces of soft delicious teasing. Her hot gorgeous tits weren't simply an adornment, they were monuments of sensual arousal, twin teasers of tantalizing titillation and torment. Her luscious ass was more than a pair of provocative portals to plump pleasure, it was a lush, magnificent promise of profound perversion.

All these things and more, Al had poetically programmed his wife to believe so that she was the best, or damn close to it. Watching her suck and kiss and tantalize the softly screaming housewife now, who dug her heels into Georgia's shoulders like stirrups and jerked her ripe ass in a fever of excitement, Al felt a thrill of pride. He created her, starting with a dumb broad who actually thought there were only two or three ways to screw. All elementary programming.

As lustful as Georgia's appetite was with Donna's succulent hot cunt, she knew precisely when to stop sucking, exactly on the verge of the brunette's first wild orgasm. She, would leave Donna so maddeningly aroused she'd do practically anything for that elusive climax.

Georgia pulled her mouth away and stood up, panting hard.

"No!" Donna shuddered, tears stinging her eyes. "Oh, Georgia, don't stop now! I'm so close, so damn hot! Please!"

Then Donna saw with a startled shock that the swinger's husband was naked, his thick stubby cock crimson with urgency. She'd expected to have sex with both of them, but everything was happening so fast she felt dazed.

"Please!" she begged Georgia, who watched her with smoldering eyes, "Please finish – I'm so hot!"

"We'll finish, honey, in the bedroom. Come on, Donna." She held out her hand and the brunette let herself be led into their bedroom, followed by Al. He locked the bedroom door behind him, a habit. Although his programming was reliable, they did have an unfortunate incident once in San Francisco when a girl ran naked out into the street, crying hysterically, her cute ass glowing with whip lashes. Georgia managed to get her back in their apartment by telling shocked bystanders her sister was crazy, poor thing.