Heather Brown - Hot and wild wife

Trusting my senses, I looked around while the lower half of my body writhed from the sucking my pussy was receiving.

We were in a heavily decorated apartment. A very cozy place. I was looking out on the living room from the bedroom.

I was getting my pussy eaten on a big four-poster bed with a canopy. Now I saw that the bedroom walls were covered with pictures of naked women. No cocks – just cunts and breasts filling the place with a kaleidoscope of tits and ass.

I looked down toward the person doing the job between my legs. Greasy hair down to the nape of the neck. A punk.

I looked around the room some more. Strewn on the floor were a pair of scuffed boots, grimy jeans, and a shiny black leather jacket. Through the door I could see a gleaming chopper standing in a corner, water dripping from it as the snow flecking melted.

A biker, I thought. That explained the single light I'd seen. He was on his motorcycle.

As if I cared who he was, just so long as he existed. Not only had he saved me from freezing to death, he'd warmed me up to broiling, stoking my cunt like it was a blast furnace.

"Slide up so I can see you," I beckoned, anticipating the first tingle of his body against my pulsing breasts. "Move your body on mine and let's just rub for a few seconds."

My unknown lover crawled up my body. I could see that he was smaller than I expected. The skin on his back seemed sleek, as though there could be very little hair on such a body.

"Get on me… crawl on me," I moaned, anxious to get down to the business of finding his cock.

His body was smooth and hairless against mine, slippery and soft in many places where I expected it to be hard and muscular. But, despite, the incongruities, we wriggled together like we were made for each other.

"Where's your cock, stud?" I whispered into his ear as he hid his face by sucking my nipples.

My hand wedged between our bodies, groping for his groin. When my fingers laced a puff of pubic hair, my hand clawed instantly downward.

Incredibly, instead of being clasped around a throbbing cock, I found my fingers squashed against a wet, pulsing gash, something like a festering wound.

"What…" I blurted, being to astonished to finish my sentence.

"Shut up and kiss me, you fool," a husky voice said, and suddenly my open mouth was sealed by a pair of warm lips. When I opened my eyes I saw that I was being kissed by a woman.

"Don't you like it, darling?" she said in her hoarse whisper of a voice.

I nodded.

"Then show it."

My fingers, inert between her legs, suddenly came alive, crawling all over her wet cunt. She ground her pelvis against my hand, catching my clit again and again while she massaged my pussy lips.

"You're a lesbian, aren't you?"

"The worst," she leered.

"You were horny and you thought, like a hungry wolf, that you could catch something in distress in the storm, didn't you?" I charged. But, strangely, I was more thrilled by her cunning than repelled by it. "When you saw I was on the way out, you closed in, driving me to the end of the line by teasing me with your motorcycle light. Then you snatched me up, and…"

"…now the big bad wolf is eating you up, Little Red Riding Hood," she finished the sentence.

"Was," I corrected. "Now I'm going to eat the big bad wolf."

She rolled over, flopping on her back. Shoving a pillow under her ass, she lifted her pelvis into the air. When she spread her legs her cunt was thrust out like a parting hairy fist.

From my vantage point I could see that her body was excellent. Her breasts were small, but practically perfect. The nipples were like strawberries.

Best of all was her cunt. It was magnificent. I couldn't believe anybody could get her pussy open that far.

Peering into the dark tunnel between her thighs, I licked my lips. My tongue ached to ream her out.

Then I plunged to her crotch. The lips of my mouth and the lips of her pussy met in a wet kiss. Her cunt juice dribbled down my chin. My spit bathed her loins.

"Rub your hands over my body while you're eating me," she called from above.

My hands leapt out and pinned her to the bed, my fingers crawling over her breasts. When I found her nipples I couldn't stop rubbing, marveling at how they got harder and harder as I gave them more stimulation.

My tongue began to penetrate, sliding through the petals of her labia.

Inch after inch of my tongue pressed up her cunt until I was inside almost five inches. Working it like a cock, I twisted my tongue thickly in her pussy. When the tip of my tongue reached the mouth of her womb she shrieked in delight.

"Oh, God, tongue-fuck me, tongue-fuck me!" she cried. "Who needs a cock when you've got the tongue of a hot-blooded woman up your cunt!"

I strove to meet her demands. My tongue surged in her pussy, filling her loins with a serpent's twisting. From the way her hips undulated and her pelvis pitched, I knew for sure she felt like she was getting fucked.

The deeper I got into her cunt, the richer it tasted. When she lifted her legs up from the bed and passed them over her head, her pussy opened up so far that my tongue hit the gooey bottom of it. My lips sealed her crotch.

The more I ate her cunt, the more my own pussy spasmed. My thighs were completely wet from the drooling flow of my cunt. The room reeked with the musky smell of our two super-charged pussies.

I couldn't stand having my own cunt go unattended any longer. Giving her snatch one last slurping kiss, I pulled my mouth from between her legs before I started to climb on top of her.

Our bodies slid together in a sweaty embrace. My tits pulsed against her naked skin until they reached her own throbbing breasts. The spongy impact of our breasts drove us both wild.

Our nipples were pressed together; our bellies rubbed, the muscles playing sensuously against each other. Now the aggressor, I embraced her, jabbing my tongue into her mouth and passionately soul-kissing her.

Her legs were parted so I could fit the lower half of my body between them. She straddled me with her spread legs so I could fit my crotch into the well of her thighs as though I were a man getting ready to fuck her.

But, in the heat of the moment, the equipment I really had below my waist seemed better than any cock. My turgid cunt lips and clit rubbed maddeningly against the outer folds of her pussy, creating a friction so wet and rough that it made both of us whimper.

My hips drove my pelvis into her crotch in the classic fucking motion. Indeed, I felt as though I was fucking her as much as if I'd had eight inches of cock up her pussy.

"Unnnh, unnnnnhhh," I grunted, driving myself against her, mashing my cunt against hers. Both of our rubbing snatches were lathering.

I could hear the squish of pussy juice. It was so thick that it was running down our thighs. The slap of our loins thrilled me, naked flesh smacking against naked flesh. It was the sound of fucking!

Then, to make it complete, she clamped her legs round me, just as though I were her male lover. I responded by giving all I had between her thighs, rubbing my pesky clit up and down and back and forth across her cunt until both of us were gasping in orgasm.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she broke away from my kiss and groaned in my ear. "Fuck me the way only another woman can!"

As though I had a hard-on looming from my loins, I responded to her plea by pulling back and then ramming home my crotch against her cunt. Instead of a prick surging up her fuck-canal, she got a pair of turgid pussy lips and a sucking gash up against her snatch.

All of the action was on the outside, but I could tell by the way she moved her body beneath me that the girl I was fucking loved being screwed by me. The only thing a man had I wished I had was sperm. I would have dearly loved to have splashed an ocean of cum up her cunt.