Ron Taylor - Handcuffed housewife

She moved her tongue down to lick the cunt she was already reaming with her finger. The tip of her tongue slid into the opening too, and she gave Emily a double-pronged attack, the finger scratching hot horny itches deep inside Emily's pussy while the tongue created even wilder, hornier itches by its constant rimming and teasing around the mouth of the cunt.

"Duke didn't make you come," Greta slurped, eating her captive's salivating pussy, "but I'm gonna make you come. I wanna make the whole world come!"

"Yes!" Emily moaned, hardly recognizing her own voice as it echoed through the shower stall. "Make me come! Fuck me with your hot sweet tongue, your nasty fingers! Oh, you bitch, do it to me!"

Greta sucked hard at the clit, alternating that with stabs of tongue up Emily's cunt, sloshes of tongue up and down the spread-wide flaps of the pussy french. Emily could feel the wetness oozing from her guts, spilling down her pussy. She could feel, hear, the squishing that Greta finger made as it plugged her cunt again and again.

Emily's cunt felt as big as a peanut against Greta's tongue, and it shivered and strained, responding deliriously to the teasing attack of the blonde woman's skilful mouth. Emily's body was a dozen degrees past fever point. She was burning up with lust, and she felt herself getting hotter and hotter as Greta continued to eat her way up and down the exposed, defenseless gash of her pussy.

"I'm gonna come!" Emily gasped. "I'm gonna come all over your face, you big-titted blonde bitch!"

"You want tits?" Greta teased, puffing up her shirt again as she knelt before Emily. She lifted one tit and brought it to play against the crease of the pussy. She made her nipple kiss Emily's hot hard clit. The contact was unbelievable. Emily moaned and jerked. She felt as if her arms were going to break off, but she didn't care.

Greta pushed the point of her tit into Emily's hole, moaning a little in her own right as she eased her soft dough-like tit into the tight mouth of Emily's cunt.

"Suck my tits with your pussy," she giggled. "So, you are one horny bitch, Emily! This is gonna be more fun than I thought, and a lot easier, too."

What the fuck did she mean by that? Emily wondered, just as she reached the point of no return.

"Oh, Christ?" she moaned, and then it was Greta's mouth all over her pussy again, two or three fingers jammed up Emily's cunt and fucking madly in and out, and Emily's body exploded with the mad, unexplainable lust sensations that were an unquenchable fire inside her.

She scissored her legs around Greta's neck and rocked her cunt into the blonde's horny, hungry face again and again.

"Yes, yes," she chanted as she smeared her dripping pussy all over Greta's face. She didn't need one more lick, one more kiss, one more flutter of that stimulating tongue, but oh fucking God, she wanted them. It was the first orgasm she'd ever had with anyone else, and she knew that it could not, must not, be the last.

"Oh, God, it hurts," Emily groaned, dangling from the shower's curtain rod by her handcuffs. Her arms ached like a bitch, and her pussy moaned in protest as Greta's tongue continued to lick up and down the slice. "Stop, please stop! I can't take any more!"

Greta unwrapped Emily's thighs from around her neck and she stood up. She leaned in and planted a wet, sloppy kiss onto Emily's mouth. The woman's eyes opened in wonder as she tasted the hot, unmistakably fragrant juices of her cum all over Greta's lips.

Greta's tongue prodded at Emily's mouth and slipped inside. Emily shivered, but she couldn't keep her own lips from closing upon the limber frisky tongue and sucking at its cum-covered length as it slicked in and out.

Greta's hands were all over Emily's body. She caressed the tits, massaging their arousal-tipped nipples. She slid her fingers up and down Emily's back, cupping the sweat-soaked ass. Her fingertips eased into Emily's cunt, stimulating the area she had already worked to paradise with her tongue.

"Let's get you showered," she said. "We need you all fresh and clean and sweet smelling."

For what? Emily wondered, feeling just a littie alarmed, but the relief of being loosened from the curtain rod and the freedom to move her arms and hands, took away the alarm, and she turned to the shower, anticipating the spray of hot steamy water up and down her body. She stepped into the compartment and let the water hit her, and she closed her eyes, feeling almost herself again.

But only for a moment. She sensed, rather than felt, Greta's presence behind her, and she turned to find that the short, stacked blonde had already stripped and joined her in the shower. Emily stepped back, into the water, and Greta came toward her.

As the hands touched her body, as Greta's big, gumdrop-nippled tits brushed her own, Emily shivered, but she didn't flinch. She closed her eyes just as Greta's mouth closed upon hers, and she leaned against the inside wall of the shower compartment, allowing Greta to do as she pleased.

She had to admit, there was a certain degree of pleasure in the way she responded to Greta's touches. Maybe she should have tried it with other women, long before this.

"Get you all clean and pink," Greta said, rubbing soap onto Emily's body. She interspersed her words and action with lots of kisses and more than a few sly grabs and fondles of Emily's most sensitive parts.

She filled her hand with soapsuds and squeezed the frothy stuff into Emily's cunt, using her fingers to work the soap deep into Emily's hole. But her fingers were as interested in arousing as they were in cleansing, and they continued to rotate and slide in and out of Emily's cunt while her thumb rubbed friskily at the still-swollen clit.

"Love your sweet tight pussy," she murmured while her, tits rubbed insistently against Emily's. "Has it ever been fucked by anything but fingers, baby? Mmmmm, it's so tight and snug, but it's so hot and wet, too. It reminds me of myself when I was about twelve."

With her other hand, she guided Emily's fingers to the lush full curves of her own tits.

"Feel them," she said. "They won't bite. They love to be felt."

Emily shivered, despite the heat of the water that flowed across her body, but she allowed her hands to take hold of Greta's tits. Her fingers almost sank into the dough-like softness of the oversized tits.

The nipples were hard, though, as fat as gumdrops, and she felt her fingers drawn to them. She tested their texture, their resilience, starting to purr almost unconsciously as she drew pleasure of her own from the touch, as she felt Greta's body throbbing in response to her caresses.

Greta kissed her again, and brought her pussy up to rub against Emily's.

"No, we shouldn't!" Emily sighed, but she wasn't struggling. The bump of cunt upon her own was a new, exciting stimulation. She opened her legs and allowed Greta's body to move into the gap.

Her thighs flexed against Greta's body, and she felt her cunt merge with Greta's as they brought their bodies together again and again in the spraying rush of water from the shower head. Emily was drenched, but she could sense the fires that were starting to blaze inside herself, and she was both very much afraid and very much excited, at the same time.

"I want you to suck me," Greta said throatily, between kisses. "I want you to get down on your knees and lick my pussy, just the way I licked yours. Will you do that, Emily? Will you suck me off?"

"I couldn't, I know I couldn't," Emily said defensively, looking down at the heaving-titted Greta. Her hands dug into Greta's soft round tit, and the nipples pointed even more invitingly outward.

Emily looked at them pensively, licking her lips. Greta touched the back of her head, and Emily felt her face being guided downward. Her lips met the full softness of Greta's tits.