Randy Guy: Hot bed neighbors

Wyoma was without shame now. Without embarrassment. Polly had swiftly stripped her of those civilized masks. She rocked her hips, working her cunt against Polly's insatiable mouth.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Wyoma moaned.

Polly liked breaking in a new woman this way. Wyoma would go mad when Jim went to work on her with his magic tongue! And, Polly suspected, Wyoma was a strongly oral person.

Wyoma's long, slim legs trembled, and her flat belly sucked and bloated. Her chest heaved. Her melon tits quivered fleshly. Her crinkled nipples were flushed red. They were hot, itchy stones.

Polly continued clit-sucking at a furious pace. She curled her strong, small arms around Wyoma's jerking thighs and held on.

Wyoma was thrashing wildly now! Her long, straight blonde hair was in total disarray. Silky strands were stuck to her sweaty face. She was panting and whimpering loudly, almost beside herself.

A scalding bubble of ecstasy was in her belly and loins, ready to burst. She wanted it to burst and flood her with hot, mind-bending pleasure! Why didn't it burst? Why? Why?

Polly wondered, too. Wyoma should have popped! Then she realized that Wyoma was partially frigid; she'd been taught as a child that sexual pleasure – climaxes – were evil, dirty, not nice. She had to be triggered over the edge with a new sensation.

Polly quickly skated a finger into the cum juice that was oozing from the lower part of. Wyoma's spasming pussy slit. She pressed the fingertip into the small, tight, puckered ass-hole a few inches lower in Wyoma's musky crotch.

Wyoma quivered violently. She couldn't believe Polly was finger-fucking her asshole. It was obscenely ticklish. It was so exciting!

Abruptly, the shimmering bubble of hot sexual tension in her guts tore open and shattered her soul! She drew a wavering breath and screamed! She shuddered violently. Great, racking spasms rippled through her sweat sheened naked body. She dug her fingers into her tits and continued screaming! Her face and neck and chest flushed vividly with red mottled patterns.

Polly shivered with excitement at having triggered such wild abandon in Wyoma. The woman was hers now! Wyoma would never be able to forget this moment and the woman who gave it to her. She clung like a leech to Wyoma's bucking loins and kept her hot, working mouth glued to the convulsing, juice spraying cunt.

Wyoma almost lost consciousness in the welter of ecstasy. She was dizzy! All of her blood seemed concentrated in her swollen, glowing tits and red, stiff nipples – and in her engorged pussy. Her cunt was spasming insanely, its sheath of muscles flushed and strong, hungering for a giant cock to milk and massage.

But the rapture ebbed, and finally Wyoma lay exhausted, limp as a wet dishrag, sighing endlessly, her eyes dull blue.

Polly patted her on the belly. "You're sticky with sweat, darling. Better shower again. Come on."

Wyoma obeyed, in a daze. A few minutes later she sat on the bed, legs akimbo, sipping a cup of hot black coffee Polly had just handed her.

Polly went into the bathroom to shower, saying: "Don't get dressed! There's more fun to come."

Wyoma's mind darted from guilt to joy, from lust to denial. She thought about the overwhelming pleasure Polly had given her, and her hand shook. She used both hands to bring the coffee cup to her lips. She was afraid again of herself, of Polly.

But Wyoma didn't dress and flee the mobile home. She waited on the big bed for more fun.

Polly emerged from the bathroom a moment later, patting a big yellow towel to her skin. "How do you feel about giving me what I gave you?" She climbed onto the bed.

"I've never…" Wyoma took a deep breath. "I'll try." Without having to be urged, she moved into Polly's embrace and sought a kiss.

But Polly put a finger against Wyoma's lips. "I'll tell you what you're going to do. You're going to kiss me passionately. You're going to feel me all up. You're going to put two or three fingers in my cunt. Yes, in my cunt! And you're going to suck on my nipples and lick my belly and ass. You're going to lick my cunt and kiss it and press your face tight against it and stick your tongue inside and lick my big clit! You're going to suck my clit! You're going to do all that and more! Aren't you, Wyoma?"

Wyoma was appalled and stunned and excited by the crude instructions. She nodded and whispered: "Yes."

"You're going to lick in my cunt and suck on my clit until I come at least three times. And you're going to love doing it, aren't you?"

Wyoma nodded. She licked her lips.

"Then, do it, darling. Do it!"

Wyoma hesitated. Before her lay Polly Wilson – a petite thirtyish woman with very large, rounded tits for her figure. Polly's short red hair, glittering green eyes and soft, sensuous mouth were captivating. Her rounded thighs were casually open, showing fully the triangle of red curls and the wet lips of her cunt.

Wyoma made a small whimpering sound and kissed Polly hungrily on the mouth. She seemed to drink courage from Polly's sweet mouth. She moaned with reawakened lust and let her hands roam Polly's compact, luscious little body.

Over and over, Wyoma thought, I'm going to eat her hot, wet cunt! I'm going to taste her pussy juices! I'm going to make her come!

Wyoma shivered with new-found freedom. She speared her tongue into Polly's hot, yielding mouth and was even more aroused than before. She liked being the aggressor! She liked being the one who acted first!

Wyoma slid her hands onto the smaller woman's big his. They felt so warm! And the nipples were like rubber thimbles. She had an urge to suck on them.

Why not? She was the one who decided! She broke the hot kiss with Polly and tongued her way to a big reddish-brown nipple. She immediately closed her lips on it and liked the feel of it in her mouth. She licked the tit tip and sucked hard. She continued.

Polly sighed with pleasure. "Ummm. I knew you'd be a natural tit-sucker."

Wyoma lifted her head. She fingered back fallen strands of her long blonde hair. Her blue eyes glowed now.

"You don't know the half of it. You ought to see me suck my husband! I love to suck cock, but he isn't into oral sex much. I mean, he never does."

She returned to sucking on Polly's big nipples, first one, then the other. She licked around on the crinkled red areola, then slurped the nipple into the tight vise of her lips and teeth. She sucked hard, causing Polly to arch her back and hiss with delight.

At the same time, Wyoma let herself revel in the feel of the big, silky, milk-white tits she cradled in her hands. She caressed and fondled her tits, marveling at the smoothness of the skin, the spongy softness. She estimated idly, as she sucked, that Polly must wear a 38-C bra. And Polly couldn't be more than an inch over five feet tall! Quite a load of tits to carry.

Polly squirmed slowly, contentedly, luxuriously, as Wyoma continued to suck her nipples. "You do that so well. I would like to see you suck your husband."

Wyoma chuckled as she licked and sucked. Polly would be terrified of Ken. That monster cock of his would send her running!

Wyoma slid a hand boldly down onto Polly's soft belly, and farther onto the red thatch. She eased her middle finger farther – to the oozing lips of the small woman's hot cunt.

Wyoma realized this was what a man must feel when he made love to a woman. She pressed gently and her fingertips entered the slippery cunt crack. She found Polly's big clit immediately. It felt like a hot, ripe grape. She stroked her clit slowly and wondered what it would be like to get her mouth down there and get that big, swollen clit between her lips.

Polly's squirming continued. She was breathing faster. "That's getting to me."

Wyoma decided to do it! She gave Polly's big, bulging tits a few kisses and then shifted lower on the bed. She awkwardly moved between Polly's lush thighs and stared at the drooling cunt she was going to eat. It smelled of perfume and soap and woman.