Ron Taylor: Two hot families

Dierdre smiled. "As long as you have to fuck with underwear," she said, "why not get something attractive? Do you think it's attractive?" I nodded, standing up. "Oh, God," Dierdre said, "I hope you're not a dyke! Pardon me for being so direct, but…" she sighed "…good! They get too possessive for me. What's so funny? You thought I… Well, of course not! Hey, are you turning prematurely gray?"

She pointed at my almost white beaver. I stared at her from across the bed, which lay like a boundary line between me and Dierdre. "No," I said. "It's really blonde, not white. But you have to look really close to see the yellow."

Dierdre offered me a hand across the bed. "Let me look," she said. "As close as I can get."

We piled onto the bed, landing at the same moment, rolling into a tangle of flying teenaged limbs. She was right. Now that I had a friend, I knew how much I'd needed, and wanted, one.

"It really is," Dierdre announced, eyeing my bush from a couple of inches distance. She worked her finger into the little thicket of hairs, wiggled it through them, stroked my skin while she toyed with the fuzz. Slowly her finger retreated, sliding down the hillock of my pussy, onto the tight little split itself. "Is this a snatch or a mouse trap?" she asked suddenly, her finger worrying my hole, trying to screw itself into me.

"Both, if you play your cards right," I panted, wiggling my cunt. The tip of her finger pushed at the mug lips, then passed between them, and she thrust quickly, forcefully, burying herself in my pussy with a deft ease that made try eyes roll in their sockets. "Oh, GOD!" I yipped.

"Let me see it," she murmured, opening ire as widely as she could while her finger kept moving in and out. There was a strain on the lips, for she was really struggling with them, splitting me passionately, but when her mouth moved in to lend its assistance, I stopped minding the discomfort. Her tongue shot across my cunt the same aggressive way it had poked into my mouth, and she knew what she was doing, now, as then.

She concentrated on my clit. I hadn't told her to. It was typically a girl's response. Most guys I'd been with didn't even know what a clit was, for chrisssakes! But Dierdre knew, and she licked mine and sucked it, and tickled its base with her thumb while she played it with her frisky tongue, and her finger kept ramming in and out of me, scooping honey from my twat by the tablespoonful. I bucked and thrust against her hand and mouth, and suddenly there was an inescapable smell of wet, aroused pussy, very, very near me. I sniffed, opened my eyes, and saw that Dierdre and I were lying side by side, reversed. If her mouth was in striking distance of my pussy, guess where hers was to me. I struck!

It wasn't the first time I'd gone in so enthusiastically. I slipped aside the little black strip, baring the entire, furry mound of her puss. She had a lot of hair. It looked coarse and crinkly, just to look at it, but when I touched her there, the fur was soft and satiny, a irresistible to pet as a Persian kitten. My fingers glided across Dierdre's abundant beaver, content for a moment just to twine and curl through the silky fleece.

But she was still busy on my cunt, her tongue making short work of my throbbing clitoris, her finger plunging in and out of my hole, and I was a total shiver from my nipples to my knees. I could hear the squishy sounds her finger made as it stabbed my cuntal wetness, and I could feel my muscles contracting each time she gave it to me. Her lips kept active, kissing my clit when she wasn't licking it, and those kisses usually turned, slowly but surely, into a prolonged bout of sucking. Not to mention a little nibble or two, from time to time, just to keep me moaning. Which I was happy to be.

So there was no way I could keep on merely looking at Dierdre's cunt. I planted an index finger on each side of her gash, once I'd found the damned thing, what with all that hair, and I opened her, as gently as my excitement would allow.

She split easier than I had, and her inner labia came puffing out at me as her petals unfolded. They were plump, meaty flanges, a salmon color that looked delicious to my admiring eyes, and as I spread them, I could see her clit, already well on its way to full arousal not to mention the liquid jelly that coated the tender fleshed mouth of her snatch itself. As she opened up, too, there was a delightful aroma of sex that was suddenly much, much more intoxicating than the Colombian we'd blown together a few minutes ago. I looked at her pussy for another moment, drinking it in with my eyes, and then I had to begin drinking it in with my lips and tongue.

"Mmmmmmmm," I heard her sing into my own pussy, the vibrations exciting me nearly as much as her tongue work. "It really is a big deal, isn't it, Barbara?"

"Bet your ass it is," I agreed throatily. A moment later I was in her, up to my ears.

I hadn't eaten girls that many times, to be truthful. Most of my experience had been with mutual masturbation; we'd only gotten down to lips and tits on rare occasions. I really wasn't very good at it. Or at least, I didn't think I was. But it seemed that the moment I got my tongue into Dierdre's pussy, I became an expert. I didn't know what I was doing, but my tongue had no doubts. It thrust and scooted about, slipping and sliding across the folds of her salmon-pink pussy, and before I knew it, I was sticking my tongue up her hole in a series of quick thrusting penetrations, going a little deeper each time. She was sticky in there, as far as my tongue could go, and the juices of her flooded into my mouth, sweet as honey and so delicious I wondered if I could ever stop feasting here, at her cunt.

I let my middle fingers take over the work of keeping Dierdre open, and my index fingers poked their way into her pussy, along with my tongue. She had the largest clit I've ever seen, a big, red protuberance that looked, from extreme close-up, as big as a busted thumb. And if it was extra large, it was also extra sensitive. She came, the first time, the moment my fingertips pinched off the base of her clitoris and skidded upward, slithering across the glisteny tip of the tender button. I heard her cry out "Aaaaaaaaiiieeeeee!" in a voice full of wonder and appreciation, and her pussy came slap-slap-slapping up at me, the hole's active muscles clutching furiously where my tongue was thrust between them. I thought she was going to pull the tongue right out of my mouth and suck it all the way up her cooze. But I don't think I'd have minded too much if she had.

Still, I felt a little jealousy, for she was coming like a bandit and here I was, not quite satisfied. I'd been close, by myself on the bed before she came in and she had me dangling now, just waiting for her to finish the job she'd begun.

Only Dierdre was selfishly enjoying her own orgasm, almost totally ignoring me. Her finger was in me, but it wasn't moving, and her tongue and lips had broken off their clever attacks on my labia and clit. I humped around on the bed, trying to remind her of what she was supposed to be doing, but she just lay there moaning and whimpering her pleasure.

"Bitch!" I growled, jerking my tongue out of her cunt. I replaced it with three fingers of my right hand, bunched into a spear like cluster. I stabbed her deeply, and she screamed again, a delirious keening cry of acceptance. Her pussy muscles rippled energetically around my fingers, and she was as wet as a girl can be without recourse to a bathtub. The juice was leaking out of her in torrents. I scooped up some of it with my left hand and massaged it into the fleshy swell of her pubic mound, coating the hairs with Dierdre's cuntal essences.

"Don't just lay there," I said finally. "Do something or let me have it!"

"Ohlih, sorrrryyyyy," she trilled, giggling. And then I wasn't sorry at all, because she gave it to me. I mean, really gave it to me! She covered my clit with her dripping mouth and she sucked, and she got me spread widely enough to take four fingers up my pussy, which was two more than I'd ever been able to get into myself at one time.