Anthony Hammond - Hot Mouthed Nymphos

Filet Mignon for Three

"Actually, it all started with a dream, this sudden self-realization, as you call it. It was a real hot summer day and I'd fallen asleep on the bare bedsheet after some tiring housework and a shower, not bothering to put on a robe or anything. Maybe that was it, me being completely naked or maybe it was because I'd diddled my pussy a little in the shower. Anyway, it seems that I'd no sooner fallen asleep when the most way-out things started happening, things that, as it turned out, were to alter my whole life.

"My husband Wendell was with me in my dream, that is and we were out in the middle of the living-room floor indulging in some good old-fashioned sex. Why on the floor? Well, we just liked it there, that's all lots of room to move around, and most of the time that's where big-dick Wendell caught me after a wild chase through the house. He'd manage to grab me, one hand on my right tit and the other on my left ass-cheek, and fling me down right there on the soft, furry polar bear rug. Then with me giggling like a horny little schoolgirl who's eager to get fucked but enjoying a good tease, I would flop and squirm around, flashing my pussy at him to let him know what a hot time was in store for him if he worked hard enough for it.

"He'd caught me, and there I was on that sexy bear rug, making like I was trying to scoot away from him on my back, now and then spreading my legs and showing my glistening, pink inner cunt. His giant cock, already hard but getting harder, and throbbing with anticipation, was poised for the thrust, exciting me so much at the mere sight of it that I stopped my pretending and hunched up my big ass, legs wide, and begged: 'Alright, darling… here it is… take it! Take my cunt… your cunt… all of it! Put that beautiful big fuck-rod in me… ALL the way in… now… NOW!' And, needless to say, he did.

"My hole was ready and how it was ready! but I made it even more ready by reaching down and stretching my cunt-lips apart wide apart. Then, when I felt the glorious, bulbous head of Wendell's dick sinking into my fuck cavern, I brought those lips back hard, sort of wrapping them around the remainder of his horselike shaft, smearing it with my lubricating juices. Sure, my cunt is plenty deep and roomy when it's hot, but my husband's dick is really horselike, as big around on the shaft as the head. It usually needs lubricating to go in nice and easy which is how I like it because, honest, I'm no masochist; for me to have good sex, I need to be comfortable, and Wendell is the same way.

"Anyway, he got to fucking me real good, and I gave it to him real good, humping my ass up with each stroke, bunching my tits up into a high point so he could alternate between sucking my tongue and my nipples, at the same time gasping fuck-talk into his ears like, 'Come on you hot stud, ram it in! All the way in! Faster! FASTER! Fill my cunt with your cock and balls! Shoot your jizz in me! Drown me in your hot come! I want it… WANT IT!’

"Wendell loved my fuck-talk because it made him hotter. And he slung it right back at me, calling me a fuckin’ cunt’ and ‘whore' and threatened to blast me to pieces with his giant 'cock-cannon.' But it was only that, a threat, because he didn't get a chance to fire his cannon. Believe it or not, I wouldn't let him. I suddenly wanted my cunt eaten out real good before he lost his vim and vigor in a big, draining come; and to get what I wanted I rolled out from under him, pleading, 'Please, baby, can't we have a little filet mignon before this is over?’

"Now filet mignon is what we called cock and pussy, and Wendell loved eating it as much as I, if not more. He was what you call a real, bona fide, through and through muff-diver. In fact, that was what won me over to him in the first place. On our first date he'd managed to work his educated tongue down from my neck and mouth to my pussy, sending me skyrocketing to the heights of euphoria, higher than I'd ever been before with a pussy eater. 'Ooooooiiiii, that tongue!' I remember exclaiming to myself. 'I've got to have that in my cunt more often.’

"And Wendell didn't exactly hate it that first night; for he blurted right out when he'd finished going down on me, 'I swear, girl… you've got to have the most delicious cunt in the whole wide world!’

"So you see, it was inevitable that we would get married as soon as possible.

"Hearing me suggest a good, all-out eating session before getting our mutual rocks off was music to my husband's ears. 'Hell yes, sweetheart, I'll be happy to suck out your cunt juices before this is over,' he replied, squeezing a little foreplay cream out of his glistening stiff rod and feeding it to me, 'but first I'll suck your toes, behind your knees, and around your big, beautiful ass sort of build you up for the grand finale. How would you like that?’

"What a question. Does a starving person like food? Does a dope addict like dope? 'For crissake, Wen, don't tease me… just get with it!' I begged him, at the same time laying back and lifting my feet up to his face. Which was all that hungry sucker needed. The next instant he had my left little toe in his mouth, sucking like crazy. Then the next toe, and the next, until he'd made his way over to my other foot.

"Ooooo-eeee-iiii… what a feeling! What a beautiful, tingly, sexy sensation! I felt it running like electric currents all the way up into my cunt even into my asshole. Down in my crotch I could feel the juices just pouring out of me. But I wasn't building to an orgasm; it wasn't that kind of a feeling. I was sort of bathing in effervescent champagne bubbles, getting drunk, glowingly drunk, but not soused. It was the.kind of feeling you just want to go on forever and ever, because you know it won't become excruciating like an explosive come, robbing you of vitality. At least my toes are that sex-sensitive.

"Anyway, I was not to get my wish about getting my toes sucked forever, I mean. Why not? Because it was about the time Wen had reached toe number eight that something very strange and surprising happened. Jumpin' Jehoshaphat! There was something, or somebody I wasn't sure which eating at my pussy, licking slow at first, then licking and sucking furiously, like it, or he, would die if all of my cunt juices weren't immediately lapped up and swallowed every last drop.

"I was sort of shocked, knowing that it was too pronounced of a feeling to be in my imagination; yet I was thoroughly enjoying it, actually getting freaked out over it. Could it be a starved cat that had found its way into our house from the back alley? Or a dog, too little for Wen to notice? Or and this made more sense had that sex-genius husband of mine found some way of simulating a head job on my cunt while actually giving it to my toes? No, it wasn't any of these, I found out when I raised my head to look. It was something far more appropriate and welcome.

"Good God Gertie, what a gash,' the guy said, withdrawing from my crotch and peering over my belly at me, at the same time swabbing pussy juice from around his mouth with the longest tongue I'd ever seen.

"Gash your ass!' I shot back, piqued as hell at this stranger's impertinence, at the same time clamping my legs shut. 'Just who in the hell are you, and how did you get in this house, and what d'ya think you're doing down there with your tongue in my twat?' I swear, if he hadn't done such a good job with that tongue of his, I would have booted him one, smack on his jib. And Wendell, my dear, sweet, darling Wendell, what was he doing all this time? Nothing. Just sitting there with an amused smirk on his handsome puss. Then finally he spoke up.

"Baby, when you simmer down a little I want you to meet Gerald, a friend of mine from work. I invited him over and told him he could have a little taste of your pussy, knowing how much you'd appreciate that extra long tongue of his.’