Ron Taylor - Naughty aunt Susan

"Look," I said, "I'll be around Athens for at least the next three or four weeks. When yours hits again, I'll eat you – I mean, you won't be able to walk for a couple of days."

"Promise?" she laughed. "But, Pam, I think you ought to know something about me. First of all, I am a very happily married lady. My husband and I dig each other. Love, you know? On the other hand, though, we've been into swinging almost as long as we're been married. Open marriage – group sex – freedom for both of us – you name it. We've done it. Not since we moved here – we're still sounding out the community, you know? I'm not a lesbian, not the way you say you are. I just like to make it, and making it with other girls is part of my life."

I knew what she meant. I used to think I was the same way, that my principal interest was in boys, with Lilly as a constant source of variety on the sidelines. Not now. Belinda didn't know that you can't have it both ways. You have to choose. I tried to tell her.

"No, you don't," she replied softly. "And aren't you kinda young to be making such a momentous decision? God, it's nice to be a dyke when you're ripe and tight and gorgeous, the way you are. But what about later? Have you ever thought about being fifty years old and cruising a gay bar looking for some young piece to go borne with you? And going home alone most of the time anyway? Oh, Pam, just because you haven't felt the earth turning when some high-school Romeo balls you is no reason to give it up. Listen to me – I sound like a preacher. Well…"

She didn't finish. Outside a car horn tooted and she smiled happily. "It's my husband," she said. "Don't you dare move. He'll want to meet you, and I think you might enjoy meeting him, too."

She called to him through the open bedroom door and I heard him reply in a warm, pleasant voice. I sat huddled on the bed, a sheet pulled up to cover my body, and I wondered if Belinda always introduced him to her casual sex partners. Somehow I felt just a bit disappointed in her. I had thought I'd discovered a soulmate by such fortuitous chance, and now it appeared that I was just an afternoon's fling as far as she was concerned. Shouldn't I feel cheap, used, exploited? Probably, but the afterglow of the come I had shared with her refused to fade so abruptly as that.

He came through the door, neat and dapper in a stylish suit, and he smiled in greeting. Belinda led him to the bed and she said, "Pam, this is my husband David. He's the best lawyer in the Midwest, and if we stay in Athens he should be county attorney within a couple of years. David, love, this is Pamela Crosby. She's a delicious bedful, but she's very down on the male species. Isn't that a shame?"

"Definitely," he said, his eyes twinkling at me. I couldn't resist their charm, and I found myself smiling.

"Have you been a good boy today?" Belinda asked him, her hand coming to rest on the front of his pants.

"Aren't I always?"

"The best," she agreed, and she dropped to her knees before him. She was naked, of course somehow that didn't seem unusual to me, since I'd come to be well acquainted with her nude body – but I wasn't really ready to see Belinda unzip her husband's trousers and pull his cock into the limelight.

His prick was soft then, though longish and nicely shaped, and she cuddled his rod in the palm of a hand for a moment, cooing to it and blowing warm breath across its barrel. Her eyes met mine – I saw a gleaming shade of blue take control – and she began to kiss and lick David's tool.

I blushed. Belinda had confessed that she and her husband were into swapping and group encounters, but I'd never really been, and I felt just a bit embarrassed to see her giving him such intimate attention before my eyes.

It got more intimate. She held his cock by the tip, her mouth moving rapidly up and down the stalk. I thought of a typewriter carriage, or of someone nibbling an ear of corn. My face was as red as the interior of my pussy now.

David's face was calm and his eyes studied me. His cock didn't share his apparent serenity. He wasn't erecting swiftly – Belinda was only toying with his cock, kissing it, licking it, sliding its tip on her cheeks and lips and nose – but his pink tool was getting pinker as it began to fill with lusty blood.

His cock was perhaps half-stiff when she opened her mouth and sucked it in. Her eyes were open as she blew him, and I thought that unusual. I almost always close my eyes – it seems an automatic reaction – but she didn't, and sometimes she looked towards me. More often, though, she gazed up at her husband's face with love and affection shining. Neither of them seemed the least bit shy about doing this in front of me. David petted her golden hair as she sucked his cock, and he smiled at me once in a while, too. Well, she'd said they were into group encounters. I suppose this was old hat to them.

I was jealous. Belinda had enjoyed me with that same girlish enthusiasm, and it hurt me to see her sharing it with someone else. Even if he was her husband. I felt betrayed and abandoned.

David held out his hand, the fingers moving in subtle invitation. An invitation to me. I shook my head, pulling the sheet up to my neck. "Sure?" he asked, and Belinda's eyes were focused on my own. Was this hypnotism? If it was, it worked. I let the sheet drop and I crawled towards the two of them.

My hand and David's locked and I rose on my knees. He bent into me and our lips met. He crushed my mouth with a kiss that was simultaneously gentle and raging, and I was astonished when I felt my tongue slipping between his lips of its own volition. David caught my tongue in his mouth and he sucked it warmly, and his hand was strong around my shoulders.

When our lips parted he had a smile for me, and he said, "You taste like Belinda." I started to laugh and my hands encircled him and my head pressed closely to his chest. He hugged me in return, and we clung until I heard Belinda call my name.

"Your turn?" she asked, holding his red, stiff cock in her hand. Her lips were curled into a wet smile that wasn't half so wet as the cock she'd just taken from her mouth.

I sank down and my fingers replaced hers on David's tool. First I stroked his prick from tip to root, falling immediately in love with its hard male texture, and then I stuffed it greedily into my mouth.

I sucked his cock like a two-dollar slut in a back alley. My head bobbed back and forth, as fast as I could make it shake, and my lips were a tight ring on the perfect badge of his manhood. His cock was long enough and thick enough to make sucking it a real pleasure, and if he enjoyed it half as much as I did, he must have been ecstatic. But his serenity was a tougher nut to crack than all that. Even when I moved like a piston, he stood calm and still, touching me as I gorged myself on cock, and Belinda was beside me, her lips and teeth kissing and nipping my cheek and neck and shoulder. Her hands were on my tits, but she didn't have to tease my nipples to stiffness. Nature had already taken care of that. All she could do was play with the pink thrusting caps of my tits, and she did that indeed.

I shifted around so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed accepting the oral penetration of David's rod. Belinda worked her head between my body and her husband's, and she began to nurse the tips of my boobs while her fingers splayed my pussy and slipped inside for some tricky games.

David put his hands on my head, and his fingers were very strong. He gripped me tightly, but he didn't try to take over the action the way boys usually do when they're getting excited. His loins moved, of course, and his cock eased into my mouth in slow sweeping plunges that didn't interfere with the sucking pattern I'd already set up.