Rex Taylor - Overeager wife

"Eat me, Maggie!" Belinda shrieked. "Give me hell!"

Maggie needed no inviting. Her lips smacked a stiff, poking nipple and her head began to move down Belinda's body. She kissed and tongued the undersides of those sweet, full tits, each lingual caress making Belinda's legs quiver jerkily, and Maggie's tongue left a wet trail down the other girl's belly, lingering curiously at the puckered navel but making inexorably for the waiting cunt.

She rolled her wet tongue across the clean shaven pussy mound, once more enchanted by its softness, but, with an instinctive flair for this sort of thing, Maggie was careful not to lick the cuntlips themselves. She teased them around and around, stimulating them from a distance, moving into the tingling bases of Belinda's thighs, but so far the lips of that hairless pink slit were completely virgin to the touch of Maggie's tongue.

She kissed her way down Belinda's legs as far as the knees, taking care to dwell upon the sensitive inner thigh area, but the wet mouth of that shaven cunt was a beacon call she could not long endure. With a sigh. Maggie's head turned and she dove into the steamy crotch that seemed to whisper her name excitedly.

Her fingers spread the tight gash and she peered inside. Canyons and valleys, pink, wet, rubbery looking, glistened in expectation and hungered for her attention. Maggie obliged. Her tongue shot out and streaked across Belinda's pussy, licking from clitty to cuntmouth, spearing into the latter playfully. The cuntlips jerked in reply, tugging at Maggie's tongue as if they meant to pull it inside, to hold it there forever. Maggie was in full control of what she was doing, however, and she wasn't ready for that – not quite yet. Her tongue withdrew from Belinda's snapping cunt and darted upward to caress the protruding clitoris. It was bigger, longer, thicker than Maggie's, resembling nothing so much as a tiny cock, and she found it a pure joy to take that love trigger in her lips, bruising and abusing it with the fury of her sucking.

Belinda's cunt jerked and lanced in Maggie's teasing mouth, the supple bud quivering as it was worshiped, and Maggie could feel the hot wet juices flooding from the cunt just below. The pussy fluids soaked Maggie's chin and she rubbed herself in them with vigor. Momentarily her lips abandoned Belinda's clit and drifted lower to kiss the creaming snatch. She speared out with her tongue again, dipping into the tasty cud. Coyly she chewed on the supersensitive inner cuntlips, shook them with her tongue, then stabbed between them once more. Belinda gave up the struggle and let herself erupt into a screaming climax.

There was more! Maggie's brain shrieked. There was more! She opened her mouth and sucked at the entire mass of Belinda's juicy gash, using her fingers to keep it spread open, flipping it up and down with her tongue. The cuntlips shook and trembled but Maggie was able to insert her tongue one last time, feeling as she did the responsive ripple and shudders that heralded Belinda's second – or was it her third climax.

Maggie had felt this same reaction with her finger jammed inside her own cunt, but never with so much intense action. Tongue-fucking Belinda's creaming pussy made Maggie fully aware of the sensations that must surround a prick rampaging inside an climaxing cunt, and she loved it! She thrust her tongue as deeply as she could and held it there a long, blinding moment while Belinda's pussy exploded all around.

Her lips and tongue numb, the fever subsiding in her friend's cunt, Maggie drew back, easing onto her side. Belinda lay tossing and writhing, her hips and legs shaking spasmodically, eyes wide but unseeing. Maggie's hand came to rest upon one of Belinda's tits and she felt the excited throb of heartbeat jack hammering behind the cushy mound of flesh.

Belinda's eyes came slowly into focus and she looked at Maggie. Lust screamed from those glazed baby blues. Her hair was a mess, wisps straying and falling here, there and everywhere, and she brushed it back impatiently with her hand as she sat up. Maggie's hand dropped from Belinda's tit as the golden body shone in the after flush of orgasm. Belinda looked like a neon sign – Maggie was positive the girl would glow if the lights should suddenly go out. Froth bubbled on Belinda's lips as she stared with big, haunted eyes. Her hand raised unsteadily, a finger out, and that finger touched down squarely upon Maggie's breastbone.

"Lover," Belinda croaked, "it's your turn!"

And with that she sprang forward, knocking Maggie flat. Her mouth crushed Maggie's and her tongue rammed inside to taste the juices of her own cunt which were still abundant within Maggie's mouth. She siphoned off her honey, lifted her head, and smacked her lips in satisfaction. And then her head raced down Maggie's body, pausing but briefly to kiss or suck the already aching nipples, to ream a tingling navel. Belinda buried her face between Maggie's spread, waiting thighs, repaying in kind the treatment her own cunt had just received.

Maggie writhed on the bed, straining to open herself fully to the other woman's tongue and fingers. Her virgin performance of cunnilingus had worked her up to such a pitch that she came with a wail the first time Belinda's fingers slipped between her cuntlips. It was a quick, flashing come, here and then gone, but Belinda felt its tremor and she placed her lips firmly upon the throbbing little bud of Maggie's clit, kissing, nuzzling.

Her thumb squished into Maggie's dripping pussy, corkscrewing around and around as deeply as it could thrust, while her mouth kept sucking the hot trigger of her friend's sexual being. Maggie's ass humped upward, smashing her cunt into Belinda's eager mouth, and she screamed in exultation. With all the strength she could summon she twisted her upper body, fingers aiming for Belinda's sopping, and shaven pussy.

She knocked at the open gate of the hairless cunt, felt it open to admit her probe, and began to massage its come-slick walls from the inside. Belinda wiggled until she was comfortably close and her hips wiggled in delighted acceptance of Maggie's renewed fingering. And all the while she sucked and licked and drank deeply the oozing wetness Maggie's cunt dripped forth, her tongue flipping sinfully at the heated, stiff nub of cunt flesh.

Maggie was coming now, coming faster than she ever had before, and her fingers stabbed drunkenly into Belinda's cunt until she felt the blonde girl whimper with the sudden release of a fresh orgasm of her own. Orgasm hammered upon orgasm and their bodies reveled until muscles grew limp and satiation dropped upon Maggie and Belinda with exhausting fullness.

Later they lay on the bed, hugging and cuddling, one pausing now and then to steal a playful kiss. Belinda was so warm, so soft, so beautiful, and she had made Maggie feel just as warm, just as soft, just as beautiful.

"I never guessed," Maggie mused thoughtfully as a hand cupped her tit. "I never dreamed it could be like this. I'd heard of girls who – but I never for a moment."

"It was great," Belinda agreed, "because neither of us is a lesbian. Not exclusively. You're bi, just as I am. You can have a hell of a lot of fun with a guy or a girl, depending on how the mood strikes you. See, if you were a full-time dyke, you'd be limited to girls for your kicks, just as you'd be limited to guys if you were a flaming heterosexual. That makes for boredom and ulcers. Variety, Maggie, variety! That's what swinging is all about. Try everything, learn everything, love everybody!"

Maggie nodded. "And since half of all swingers are girls…"

"Right on! Why eat half a loaf when you can eat it all. And you did just that, you gorgeous, baby-breasted thing!" She leaned down to kiss Maggie once more, a kiss that sent a hum vibrating through Maggie's body. Maggie clutched Belinda's head to make the kiss last forever, but the blonde girl wiggled free.