David Crane: The wife_s young lover

Mike figured he would ask if he could use her telephone again. He didn't get his hopes up, though – it would be too much to expect the sexy woman to be wearing a flimsy negligee two days in a row. Still, he could try. Even if she were fully dressed, complete with chastity belt, just the close proximity of her sweet pussy would be thrilling.

He walked up along side the house, heading for the back door.

As he passed the window, he heard a whimper.

Mike, who always whimpered when he came, recognized that sound as having erotic overtones. He stopped as if frozen in mid-stride.

Was it possible that Marlene was entertaining a lover? Or maybe rubbing herself off?

Mike was drawn toward the window. He crept up, ducking under the sill, then lifted his head until his eyes came above the windowsill and he could look into the room.

His eyes bulged out, then narrowed, then grew wide again, as if they were shutters fluttering to his thundering heartbeat. He gripped the windowsill with both hands as his legs turned to water.

Marlene was naked, curled on the floor, her plump tits hanging down like ripe fruit ready to be plucked – and her beautiful blonde head buried between ivory thighs!

Mike's eyes moved up to see who those trembling thighs belonged to.

And he saw his mother, her face twisted with wild passion, writhing and wriggling in the chair and grinding her crotch in Marlene's face. For an instant, the lad was numb with shock.

Then his dick surged with such power that it snapped his belt and his pants fell down and his cock jumped up like a rocket. Mike grabbed it fast, as if afraid that it would fly right off his loins and launch itself into space. He gave it two quick pulls and a white blossom flooded from the head.

His dick stayed hard. He pulled his pants up and staggered back toward his bedroom, where in due course, he collapsed in a state of total exhaustion and slept for twelve hours.

Sucking pussy was making Marlene almost as hot as the sight of that pussy-sucking had made Mike.

She loved it.

She had thought about doing it a few times, but never very seriously. Now that she was lapping away at that sweet honey pot, she realized that this was a joy that she had been missing – far better in reality than it had ever been in her imagination and fantasy. It was so wonderful that she wasn't even embarrassed about her happy perversion – although she certainly wouldn't have wanted anyone, man or woman, to know that she was a cuntsucker, tensed her tongue and began to take long slurping strokes up Julia's gash and across her vibrant cunt. Her head went up and down. She was laying Julia from asshole to cunt-bud with every long juicy stroke.

Cuntjuice flowed over her taste buds and dripped down her chin. She was salivating over the succulent cunt, drooling onto Julia's pussy-mound so that her saliva slid in bands through thick streams of pussy-cream.

She pushed her tongue up the hot cunthole and thrust it in and out with a darting motion. She took Julia's cunt into her mouth and sucked lovingly on the trembling nugget, then she tilted her head and fitted her parted lips to Julia's unfurled cuntlips, so that she had taken her whole pussy into her mouth. She began to suck ravenously.

Julia's meaty thighs clamped around her face, and her belly thrust up, pushing her cunt into Marlene's face and grinding it there as the thrill began to spin through her loins and knife up her thighs and set her mind twirling.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped, a series of short sharp sounds, followed by a long drawn out wail of pure ecstasy: "Oooohhh…"

Her cunt creamed.

Julia trembled, then jerked a few times, as if she had been charged with a high-voltage current.

She stopped moving.

Marlene gobbled merrily away to make sure that she had worked out every spasm of Julia's orgasm. She slurped up every drop of that delicious juice.

"Oh, that was so good," Julia sighed.

Marlene raised her head, her jaws dripping cuntjuice. She smiled happily, pleased both that she had made it good for her friend and that it had been so good for her, as well. Even if she hadn't enjoyed it so much, she would have been willing to do it in order to get sucked off in return. But now that she knew how lovely it was to have hot pussy-cream in her mouth, she was delighted by the arrangement.

Neither of them ever need go un-sucked again.

Now it was Marlene's turn.

Julia was willing – more than willing – for she had noticed how much Marlene seemed to be relishing her feast and was eager to try it, herself. Now that her cunt was satisfied, her mouth had become her primary sex organ. Her lips parted, her tongue felt as sensitive as a clitoris – she was literally hungry for cunt.

She slid down, her ass leaving the couch and resting on the floor. Her head tilted back, resting on the edge of the couch, turned up. Julia knew just how to do it – as Marlene had, both of the randy women instinctive cunt suckers, skilled from the very first lick.

Marlene, hot as a pistol, started to juice almost at once. A small tremor shook her, then a larger spasm, then a series of peaks washing over across her loins in waves – each wave following so quickly upon the one before that they blended into one prolonged thrill, a multiple orgasm without any hiatus between the thrilling peaks.

"Come… come… come for me," Julia whimpered.

She gulped the cuntjuice up with greed and slurped merrily away as her mouth filled with cream.

Afterwards, still naked and sitting side by side on the couch, the two women regarded each other in wonderment and awe.

"I thought I might be ashamed, afterwards," Julia admitted. "I wanted to so much, but I wasn't sure."

"Me you ashamed?"

"Oh, no!"

"Neither am I. I'm glad we did it."

"I guess… now that we've done it, I suppose we can do it for each other lots of times."

Marlene grinned and said, "Every day, if you like."

"It's funny… I wanted to get sucked off and I was willing to give head to get head, but now… why, it was almost more fun to do it than to get done!"

"Maybe next time we can do it at the same time," Marlene suggested, looking impish. "Sixty-nine."

"Oh! Shall we?"

"Why not? In fact, let's… right now!" Since each girl was as eager as the other, it was the most logical thing in the world and they glided together in the position of inverse love and, like some mythical two-headed serpent, they undulated together. Coming at the same time, they shared the creamy flow in absolute abandon. Gulping cuntjuice up at one end and pouring it out at the other, it seemed as if it was the very same load of liquid joy that was coursing through their vibrant bodies in a contained current, that they shared the same hot cuntjuice as well as the same electrifying thrill in that long drawn-out orgasm.

Julia left after that – and after they had agreed to get together as soon a their husbands left for work on Monday morning.

She went home to make lunch for Mike, but she found the poor lad in a veritable coma of exhaustion. He was spread-eagled on his bed, and when she spoke to him, he didn't awaken. She decided to let him sleep. She thought that he must have been playing some vigorous game of baseball to get into such a state of fatigue.

Then, with a wicked gleam in her eyes, she pulled the sheet down and gazed at his sock.

She hadn't seen his cock in several years now, and she was curious to know if it was as big and shapely as his father's.

When she found that cock erect, she blinked.

Then she grinned. The boy was entitled to have a hard-on. She wondered if he jerked off. Well, of course he jerked off. He was a teenager.

Then she wondered if he was a virgin.

And then, by natural progression, she wondered what his big young dick tasted like.