Norma Egan - Wet and ready wife

"Ummmmm, yes, that's so nice," she sighed.

But there was something better to come. Miles' slick tongue tip began to rim the very mouth of her cunt, zipping rapidly around and around, teasing and lashing. Judy was nearly breathless with excitement. It was wicked of him to lick her there, but she loved it.

"Yes, yes, yes," she panted.

Then Miles shoved his thick wet tongue-meat right up her cunt.

"Ohhhhhh," Judy screamed.

She'd never felt anything so exciting as Miles' tongue wriggling right up her box. He stuffed her with the thick tongue-meat, shoving it clear to the root in her red-hot creamy little hole. Judy wailed ecstatically, and her strong young cunt muscles gripped his tongue greedily, wanting it there forever.

"Oh, Miles," Judy wailed, "I just love it. Yes, yes, put your tongue in meeee."

Miles responded by jerking his fat tongue up and down in her boiling little box, working it just like a cock. Only it was more slippery and mobile than a cock, and Judy squealed with delight as he fucked her with it. She arched her little body up to take even more of his hot tongue-meat in her greedy little twat.

"Yes, yes, lick me," she panted. "I just love it, Miles. Oh, God, I think I'm going to come."

Miles picked up on her excitement and tongued even faster in her snug creamy box, jerking his thick tongue furiously. Judy gushed a steady load of steamy juice all over his face as she rose higher and higher toward climax. Then a dizzying orgasm shook her.

"Ahhhhhh," she cried, "Yes, I'm coming."

Miles went on tongue-fucking her hard and fast as the climax rocked her body for long delicious moments. Judy whined and moaned, clawed the bed, and nearly passed out with the stunning pleasure of having her cunt tongued. Then she collapsed, panting and gasping, and Miles eased his tongue out of her satisfied little twat.

"Oh, God, that was wonderful," Judy sighed.

"Thank you, my dear," Miles chuckled, "but that was just for openers. Rest a moment, and then I'll do something even better for you. Pussy-eating is my specialty, in case you hadn't guessed."

Judy stared wonderingly at the rosy-faced old man. He seemed to be having a ball just going down on her, getting nothing for himself. He grinned and licked his lips, lapping up her sticky hot cunt cream as if he loved the taste. It was very strange – but Judy sure as hell wasn't complaining. He could eat her all night if he wanted to.

When she caught her breath, Miles winked and dived for her pussy again. Judy moaned in happy anticipation, wondering where he'd tongue her this time. He'd already done her clit and her cunt. To her astonishment – and shock – she felt his slick hot tongue tip rimming the tight little mouth of her asshole.

"Oh, no, Miles," she gasped, "you mustn't lick me there."

Miles paid no attention to her protest. He seemed to find her pungent little brownie just as tasty as her clit and cunt. His slick tongue zipped around and around the clenched opening of her bumhole, and he gurgled and snorted hungrily. In spite of her shock, Judy felt a wicked pleasure in having her ass licked.

Then Miles popped his stiff tongue tip right into her asshole, swiftly thrusting his thick tongue clear to the root in her tight hot bung-hole. Judy gasped with shock. She was fully skewered on his slick hot tongue-meat, her brownie stuffed with it.

"Miles, no," she gasped, "that's too much. You mustn't do… Oh, oh, ohhhhh."

Miles was bum-fucking her with his tongue, working the fat slick meat furiously up and down in the tight pungent passage. All Judy's inhibitions went right out the window as she responded to the wicked pleasure of having her ass tongued. It felt fantastic, just as good as when he'd licked her cunt.

"Oh, God, yes," she shrieked, "I love it. Yes, yes, make mecome."

It wasn't long before Miles did just that. Another blinding orgasm washed over her, and for long sweet moments she writhed in ecstasy. Only when her spasms had died down did Miles finally pull his tongue out of her snug little asshole. He raised his flushed face from her crotch, looking perfectly content.

"Miles, you devil," Judy laughed, "it's been just wonderful, but can't I do anything for you?" Miles sighed loudly.

"My dear," he said, "at my age I'm not much of a stud. I come far too fast. I like to satisfy the lady first."

"I'm more than satisfied," Judy said. "What can I do for you?"

"Jack me off," Miles said almost shyly.

Without hesitation Judy reached for his little limp prick, fisted it, and began pumping. Miles flopped back on the bed with a blissful sigh. To her astonishment, his cock went hard in an instant, blossoming into a stiff thick five-inch rod. But he hadn't been kidding about how fast he came. She'd pumped his silky stiff dick less than a minute when he groaned and shot a gleaming arc of jism into the air.

"Thank you, my dear," he sighed. "Now the old man has to have his nap. Call a taxi to take you back to the club, and tell the driver to bill me."

Miles nodded off in blissful snores, and Judy dressed and returned to the club. When Rossi saw her flushed shiny cheeks and her smug little smile, he grinned and gave her an approving pat on the butt. Seeing her obvious satisfaction, he didn't need to ask questions.

"Nice old guy, that Miles, huh?" he said.

"Very nice," Judy sighed, "very nice, indeed."

The next evening Rossi drew Judy's attention to a burly, balding, cigar-smoking man sitting at a corner table. The man appeared to be about forty, and his slightly pudgy fingers glittered with showy and expensive rings.

"That's George Dimitri," Rossi said, "one of my most important customers. I want you to treat him real nice. If you do, there'll be a big tip for you."

"Yes, Mr. Rossi," Judy said.

George Dimitri was hardly the most attractive man in the club, but Judy knew better than to disobey Tony Rossi's orders. She brought Dimitri a drink and sat down to talk with him. He was loud, laughing and jovial, the kind of guy who probably played practical jokes and slapped people too hard on the back.

Before long Dimitri said, "Let's go on over to my place and have some fun, baby."

"Yes, Mr. Dimitri," Judy said shyly.

"Hey, call me George," he laughed. "Come on."

Judy followed the big man out of the club.

Although she was horny as usual, she really didn't feel at all turned on to George. He was loud, crude and somewhat fat, not her type at all. She just I hoped he tipped her well and that his love-making wouldn't take too long.

George had a penthouse suite in the city's leading hotel, and there was a male servant there to make their drinks and bring a tray of snacks. Then the servant discreetly disappeared and left them alone. George polished off the snacks, all the while eyeing Judy hungrily. His little gleaming brown eyes made her nervous.

"Well, let's get to it," he said at last. "Will two hundred do?"

"That would be just fine, Mr. – uh, George," Judy said.

She tucked the money in her shoe and followed George into the bedroom, feeling very little enthusiasm. The money was nice, but George had all the sex appeal of a bull walrus. He began taking off his clothes, and Judy followed suit, quickly discarding her skimpy costume. As she walked naked to the bed, George gave a loud whistle.

"Honey, you are really built," he said.

"Thank you," Judy said with a hot blush.

She got onto the bed and waited. It took George quite a long time to struggle out of all his clothes. Judy was awed by his powerful barrel chest with its thick mat of black hair. And of course she couldn't help staring when he removed his pants and shorts.

She was rather surprised to see that his cock was completely limp. He'd acted so lusty and aggressive, she could hardly believe that he showed no signs of arousal. His small pale droopy prick dangled from a thick black bush, and his little red balls were limp and empty. As he walked over to the bed, his flaccid dick bounced forlornly.