Sam Stone - Turned on wife

"That won't be necessary, doll. Just come with me into the bedroom. I've got something there that will drive us both up the wall."

"What?"

"I don't want to tell you about it. I'd rather show you. Come along, doll."

Kitten nodded and followed Cleo into the bedroom. Her eyes grew large again as Cleo bounced over to the antique dresser and jerked open the top drawer, giving her the opportunity to look around. This elegant chamber was even more fantastic than the living room. A four-poster complete was canopy dominated its center; perfumed pillows that resembled a rainbow gone nuts were strewn all over. There were more figurines caned from driftwood, and more lewd paintings on the walls, but these depicted women in various stages of oral and vaginal copulation, using phallic substitutes for the latter act, and as Kitten stared she found herself becoming hotter and hotter. Heat became more intense as Cleo turned away from the dresser and asked, "Ever see one of these before?"

Kitten's eyes nearly popped from their sockets. Cleo was holding out a double dildo made of soft surgical rubber, and built for those who liked to think big.

"My favorite toy," Cleo laughed as she shook it at a gulping Kitten. "Would you like to find out how it works?"

Kitten reached out and touched the dildo. Its size made her hesitate for a few seconds. Then she took a breath and let it hiss past her lips. "Yes, I believe I would."

"Good girl! Let's get undressed."

Kitten lowered her ass to the edge of the canopied bed. "You first."

Cleo tossed the dildo on the bed and clawed at the zipper on the hip of her skirt. The zipper whispered, gaped, and momentarily the skirt lay in a crumpled heap around her ankles. She kicked it free of her feet and straightened to show Kitten the crotchless panties she was wearing. She licked her lips, asked, "How do you like my undies?"

"What undies? I'm too preoccupied with staring at your hairy cunt."

Cleo laughed and opened her ice-green blouse. Kitten's eyes lifted, widened. Cleo's jugs were encased in a peekaboo bra that exposed her long, jutting brown nipples.

Awe edged Kitten's voice. "Those nipples of yours. They're as big as lipstick tubes."

Cleo's eyes twinkled. "Gil Savage's analogy is better than yours. He insists they remind him of miniature chocolate cocks in search of blow-jobs."

Kitten giggled, then sobered abruptly as Cleo started to remove her crotchless panties. She said, "Leave them on. The bra, too. I think they look sexy on you."

"And my shoes?"

"They don't turn me on."

Cleo removed them. "I'm ready. Now it's your turn."

Kitten stood up and started disrobing. She was wearing a mini-skirt and a scoop necked shell. The skirt went first. Then she caught the shell by its tail, tugged it up and over her head. Cleo smacked her lips as she glimpsed Kitten's half-bra and panties, then said, "My God, you're a delectable looking piece of ass! Dan ought to have his head examined for cutting out on you."

"He won't do it again," Kitten said grimly as she followed her bikini panties down to the floor and stepped out of them. "I'll make damned sure of that!" She unclasped her bra and bared her tits. A wicked smile curved her lips. "But right now I'm more interested in making sure of you." She flopped to her back on the bed and opened her legs. "Let's get with it."

Cleo did. She fisted the double dildo and climbed between Kitten's yawning legs. Breath ripped out of her in ragged blasts as she inserted one end of the rubber root into her cunt the other end between the wet lips of Kitten's twat.

Kitten broke the palpitating silence by saying, "Don't tease. Ram this big beauty into me."

Cleo took a firm grip on the double dildo, hesitated for a few seconds. Then she hunched forward with the fake dicks and drove all the way home with one vicious thrust.

They grunted in unison.

Loudly.

"Ah, ah!" Kitten shrilled as the brief twinge of pain faded and pleasure filled and proceeded to slosh around inside her cunt. "This big rascal and I are going to get along just fine! More, give me more! Make me come, make me come! Fuck me, fuck me!"

Cleo needed no encouragement, for at this point she wanted to hear Kitten scream with passion at the top of her lungs. Cleo slipped one arm around the writhing girl's slender waist and sawed the gigantic artificial cock in and out of her cunt… and hers.

Kitten was turned on.

Cleo wanted to keep her that way. And herself.

The dual dong kept goring. Savagely. Deliciously.

"Buck, doll, buck!"

"Make me come, make me come!"

"We'll both come," Cleo panted. "We'll come together."

The dual rubber rod slithered in and out of their pussies with the grace of Siamese serpents, and with each glorious inward thrust their jutting cunts touched and added to the pleasure they were giving each other. Hips twisted, asses wriggled, tits crushed, their nipples kissing, and presently they were both racing at breakneck speed toward that euphoric thing called climax.

"Fuck, doll!" Cleo chanted. "Fuck and make me come with you! Fuck, darling, fuck!"

Kitten fucked. Furiously. And thought: Sex – the greatest game in the world. Beautiful. Wonderful. Delicious. Like the rubber cock slithering in and out of her cunt.

"I'm ready to cream," Cleo panted. "How about you, doll?"

"Yes! Oh, yes!"

Sweat drenched Cleo's brow and ran into her eyes, but she didn't stop working until Kitten moaned her way through orgasm and relaxed beneath her, sighing in the only way a woman knows how to sigh when passion is spent.

Cleo removed the double dildo from their cunts and dropped it to the floor. She came to a kneeling position between Kitten's legs, smiled tenderly, asked, "Did I please you, doll?"

"Mmmmm," Kitten murmured as she squirmed to a sitting position and found herself face to face with Cleo's bra-covered boobs. "I creamed like crazy."

"Good, huh?"

"Damn good, but not good enough. I want the rest of you. I want to taste your cunt."

Cleo stretched out on her back. "Taste away, doll."

Kitten shifted her body and removed Cleo's peekaboo bra. She trapped one firm knocker in her right hand and kneaded it gently. She toyed with the nipple for a minute or so, and then she mounted the panting woman. Clits touched, shocked, and momentarily Cleo was bouncing her shapely ass all over the bed, and begging, "Now, little doll. Drop that beautiful face of yours down to my cunt and eat me, eat me!"

Kitten stopped applying friction to Cleo's cunt with hers and attacked her boobs. She took the left nipple between her lips and treated it to a series of hard and loud sucks. Then she shifted her mouth to the other nipple and did the same.

Cleo's mind was ready to climb the nearest wall. She writhed, moaned, "I'm burning up! My pussy's burning up! Don't torture me any more! Eat me! My cunt!"

"I will, Cleo, I will."

"Now, doll, now!" And now it was.

Kitten slid back on her knees, then dropped her face to the thick carpet of pussy moss between Cleo's scissored legs. There was no guilt over what she was about to do, only hunger. She wanted the juice flowing from the pussy before her, and she knew how to go after it. She licked her lips. Then her tongue flicked out to shock Cleo's clit once more. A moment later her tongue moved and darted between the moist labes like a serpent heading towards its favorite hole.

"Ah," Cleo hissed as her hips shifted into high gear, "it's been so long since any woman did this to me. I only hope you're hungry enough to take me all the way."

Hungry? Kitten was starved.

She dug her fingernails into Cleo's grinding hips and crooked her tongue inside the woman's pussy.

Cleo started to come unglued.

Kitten straightened, then crooked her tongue again.