Norma Egan - Cheating Spouses

Brent saw her hesitation and said quickly, “Look, I understand how you feel. You love the guy, you don’t really want to cheat on him. I can dig it. But let’s make a deal, Carol.”

“A deal?” she said nervously. It was so hard to think when his rigid cock was rubbing her belly and reminding her of all the pleasure she could have from it.

“Let me do just one thing to you,” Brent said, his voice husky with longing. “I won’t fuck you, not unless you ask me to. But let me do just this one thing, and then you can decide.”

Carol felt too confused and weary to argue. “All right,” she said meekly.

Brent grinned. Then he scooped down her body and lifted her robe and nightgown. Carol gasped but didn’t protest. She was quite sure he couldn’t change her mind, and this agreement would give her time to think. It was pretty distracting, though, when he pushed her clothes up to her waist and exposed the golden fur of her bush.

“Open your legs for me, baby,” he said.

Carol stiffened.

“You promised you wouldn’t fuck me,” she said.

“I won’t,” Brent replied. “I’m just gonna play with your pussy a little.”

Shyly Carol opened her legs and drew them back at the knees, fully exposing the gleaming pink flesh of her gash and its fine fringe of blonde hairs. She didn’t want to do it, but she’d agreed and didn’t want an argument. Brent knelt between her legs and stared eagerly at her lovely rosy slit.

“You’ve got a gorgeous pussy,” he said. “I didn’t really get to look at it before. Beautiful.”

“Please, Brent,” Carol said nervously, “you better get on with it… whatever you had in mind. I’m so afraid someone will wake up and catch us…”

“Don’t worry, they won’t,” he said. “Just relax. I know you’re gonna go for this.”

Then to Carol’s astonishment, he went belly down between her legs and she felt his hot moist breath fanning her naked pussy. Her face flamed. No one, not even John, had even inspected her gash that closely. And what in hell was he doing down there? She felt him panting, and then his hair tickled her tender inner thighs.

“Brent, what in heaven’s name?” she began.

Then she stopped abruptly, stunned with pleasure. It was like no pleasure she’d ever experienced before – sharper, hotter, more delicious. Something warm and wet was caressing the supersensitive button of her clit. Looking down dizzily, she saw that Brent was using his wet red tongue-tip to lap and tickle her clit, swishing it steadily back and forth.

Carol blushed furiously. John had never eaten her pussy, of course. This was her very first time. She knew lots of people did it, but it seemed so wicked, so strange. Should she demand that he stop? Wasn’t it wanton of her to lie there with her legs lewdly spread, letting a man tongue her slit?

On the other hand, she was dying to know what it was like. Ever since she’d spied on the two illicit pairings in the rec room, she’d been fantasizing about having her pussy eaten. So far it felt fantastically good. Carol made up her mind. She wouldn’t resist. She just had to have this experience at least once in her life, and she was pretty sure she’d never get it from John.

“Ummmmmm,” she murmured, encouraging Brent to go on.

She relaxed, her body limp and submissive. She kept her thighs wide open. Brent gently parted the golden-furred lips of her muff so he could reach more of her clit. His hot wet tongue swished and tickled around and around the moist red shaft of her joy button, and hot pleasure radiated through her whole belly.

“Oh… my God…” Carol moaned softly.

She hadn’t known anything could feel so good. Balling was wonderful, too, of course, but in a different way. This pussy eating stuff was so delicious, she wanted it to go on forever. Quite soon her slit began to swell and grow very hot, and her hungry little box began to leak a continuous stream of warm thick cream.

“You like it so far?” Brent asked in a muffled voice.

“Yes,” Carol admitted with a blush, “it’s very nice, Brent. I never felt anything so nice.”

He raised his head in surprise. “You mean nobody ever did this to you before? John doesn’t go down on you?”

“No,” she said sadly. “I guess he doesn’t believe in that kind of thing.”

“Goddamn fool!” Brent muttered. “No wonder you were unhappy. But jut put that out of your mind for now, baby. Relax and enjoy, because it’s gonna get even better.”

He lowered his face into her crotch once again, and then Carol felt his slick moist tongue returning to her eager clit, lapping, tickling, rimming. It felt so wonderful that all thoughts of John went out of her mind. She was conscious only of the delicious hot sensations radiating from her clit as Brent expertly tongued her.

“Ohhhhh, it’s so nice!” she sighed.

Brent rewarded her by tonguing her hot little love-bud even faster. Carol squealed with pleasure and soaked his chin with a big rush of cunt-cream. She found herself instinctively arching her pussy upwards, offering him her clit, and her slim hips writhed with horny eagerness. Inwardly she cursed John for never having done this to her. My God, the fun they’d missed!

Brent used his stiff tongue-tip to rim her eager wet clit faster and faster, till she was breathless with pleasure and helplessly clawing the furry rug. She didn’t think anything could possibly feel any better, but it did when he suddenly pressed his lips to her soaked little joy button and began to suck it. The pleasure was devastating.

“Ohhhhhhhh!” Carol gasped.

She dug her nails into the rug and slammed her greedy little clit into his mouth. Brent sucked the hot bud inside and tickled it with his tongue. Then he sucked it fast and hard, bathing it with his boiling saliva. Carol saw the room spin, and then she closed her eyes in total bliss, feeling her pussy melt and glow with pleasure.

“Oh, my God, Brent, it’s fantastic!” she panted. “Never felt anything so good. Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhh!”

She’d forgotten that it was possible to get off this way, because of course it had never happened to her before. So it came as a surprise when she suddenly experienced that super-hot explosion of pleasure deep in her cunt. Then she was bucking, writhing, and trying not to scream with delight. She’d never had a more powerful orgasm.

“Oh, God, I’m coming!” she whined. “Yes, yes…ahhhhhh!”

Brent quickly slid his hands under her churning little ass and held her in place, sucking furiously on her clit as she came. It intensified her pleasure enormously, and she felt her dizzying climax was going on forever. Finally, though, her spasms passed, and she went limp, gasping for breath.

Brent raised his face from her steaming pussy and grinned at her. His chin was soaked with her come. “I gather you liked that?” he said.

“Oh, my God, yes,” Carol exclaimed, too delighted to be shy about it. “It was marvelous.”

“Well, that was just for openers,” Brent said. “Just wait till you feel THIS.”

He was nosing into her pussy again, his expert tongue lashing and tickling all over the soaked scarlet flesh. Though she could still feel the faint after-shocks of her orgasm, Carol was instantly lusty again. She couldn’t get enough of his delicious pussy-eating. When she felt his tongue rapidly rimming the very mouth of her cunt, she moaned excitedly.

His big firm hands still cupped her little round ass, and now he drew her slit up against his mouth, breathing heavily on it. Carol quivered with pleasure. Then she felt his thick juicy tongue poking right into her cunt, in and out, in and out, a teasing snaking motion. Her heart hammered with excitement.

“Oh, Brent, ohhhh!” she gasped.