Ron Taylor - Naughty aunt Susan

I wanted to do it right, to show him that I knew how to eat a cock, but that wasn't to be. Belinda had been working on him, and with her mouth he must have been at least a little heated up by the time I started sucking. And my sucking became more gluttonous with each passing second. I twisted my head and tried out different lip pressures for the hell of it, and I used the tip of my tongue on the knob and sides of his pecker as it visited and revisited the different parts of my mouth.

Belinda's lips were affixed to my navel and her tongue was rimming me there while her fingers played happily in the glove of my cunt. She was doing naughty things to my clitoris with those fingers and I felt a heated flush spreading across my body, centering in my swollen boobs. The nipples felt as if they were alive, throbbing on my chest, and each time Belinda twanged my clitoris I hummed and sang to her husband's dick.

I must have done it one time too many. David suddenly exploded in my mouth, and I had his cum dripping from the corners of my lips while I tried to swallow it down.

He shot me lovingly, filling my mouth with the nectared sweetness of his jizz. It was thick and plentiful and it was too good to swallow. I wanted to savor it for all time to come. But realities are realities, and I drank it down nonetheless. Not all of it. David could really squirt out his stuff. He was like a fountain in my mouth, and the overflow dripped in sticky white trails from my lips, some of it falling onto Belinda's face as she mouthed my belly button.

She looked up, wondering, perhaps, what rain might be sprinkling her, and her face was right in line with me, so I let a big creamy glob of cum fall from my mouth onto hers. She smiled and licked it up greedily, her fingers coming up at once to save the other surplus droplets that had splattered on the rising curves of my tits. She stuffed her wet fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean, and in the process she was able to play with my nipples just when they needed it.

The steady flickety-flick of her nails made me twitch and ache inside, and tat, coupled with the tickling Belinda had already given me and the sensation of having her husband's dick erupting in my mouth, set off a familiar set of seismic waves in the region of my ovaries. I whimpered with my rising come and my lips trembled around David's cock, which stayed hard in my mouth even though he'd just spilled a king's ransom of sperm.

David took his rod from my oral grip – by then I wasn't really feeling anything in my lips and only the sudden emptiness told me he was gone – and he stepped back a pace or so, where he began to undress quickly.

Belinda laid me out on the bed, petting my shuddering body as she did, and we shared a mutual cummy kiss of passion. When her face moved away, I could see that David was naked now, and that he was coming to join us on the mattress.

He and Belinda made a perfect couple. Where she was golden and ultra feminine, he was dark and very much a man. His body was a good one, I thought, trim and conditioned, neither skinny nor over muscled, and he wasn't hairy. I don't like hairy guys. David's chest was nearly as smooth as mine, much flatter, too, and I touched it with my hand as he settled down beside me. His nipples were hard, just as mine and Belinda's were, and it was nice to roll my fingers on them. Some guys don't enjoy that, but he did, very much, and he covered my hand with his.

"Pam doesn't like men," Belinda announced solemnly as her husband touched me on the cunt. "Why is that?" David wondered, slipping two fingers into my hole. They were long fingers, I noticed, and they had playful impulses which David Rodgers should have patented and put on the aphrodisiac market straightway. He could have made a fortune.

"Too many boys have dumped on me," I said absently, my hips moving as his fingers worked inside my twat. "I thought I'd give them up, stick to girls, you know? Uh, could you do that one more time? Please?"

"I know what your problem is," Belinda suggested into my ear. "You've been screwing around with too many boys. Why don't you try a man for a change? I don't think I'm bragging when I say I've got the best anywhere."

She had a point. There was something about David I liked very much, and it wasn't simply the way his fingers tickled me cuntally from the inside out, though that was a big part of it. He was very masculine, but he had a gentleness to him as well. He didn't have to be blatant about his manhood because, apparently, he had nothing to prove to anyone.

His lips touched my neck and moved down my breastbone. When they found my left nipple, I wanted to cry out in delight. If there was such a thing as perfect tit-sucking, he was doing it to me, right now.

He raised his face from my tit and he asked, "Would you like to fuck, Pam?" So polite, so considerate! I didn't know whether to giggle or laugh. I wasn't really used to having guys ask permission. So I giggled and then laughed and then I nodded a big yes to him, and David moved between the legs I was already spreading wide for him.

His cock hadn't deflated yet – God, what control he must have I and he rubbed it on the outer flesh of my cunt before he prepared to enter me. He was hot and slightly wet and stiff as hell, and the constant tickling of his dick made me squirm in longing. "Hurry," I implored.

"If that's what you want," he said right back, and he put his knob on the slice of my gash. My copper hairs parted for him, and I think my cunt even popped open to give him a clear shot at where I lived.

"Don't be too savage at first," Belinda counseled. "She's having her period."

"No wonder she's so horny," David said. "But I'd already noticed, anyway," and he held up a red-smeared finger. Belinda eyed it this way and that, and then she opened her mouth and began to suck on it.

"Oh, God," I said, overcome by the craziness of her action. I lifted my cunt and bumped it against the tip of David's dick, and he remembered that I was there. He leaned forward and drove his cock into my cunt with a fierce impetuous thrust that brought his belly to mine almost immediately.

I moaned when I felt his rod inside me, and I clasped him in the compass of my legs. David grabbed me by one tit and he started to fuck me.

Jesus, I told myself. If I was married to this guy, I wouldn't trade him around at swap parties. Belinda must be out of her fucking mind! He was good, the best I'd ever had.

His cock romped and sported in my cunny. There were no other words to describe the situation. He fucked me with a wicked expertise that I was certain could become addictive in about two and a half seconds.

How could I begin to compare him with any of the other guys I'd balled? There were no grounds for comparison. This, I was certain, was what screwing was all about. David wasn't hunching me just to get his rocks off. He saw it as a meeting of our bodies and desires, a meeting that would be absolutely wasted unless both of us enjoyed it, and he screwed me accordingly. Or, shouldn't I say, we screwed accordingly.

I loved it. When his cock plumbed me deeply, deeper, it seemed, than I had ever been fucked before, I wanted to leap into the air and take him with me. His big prong spread my cunt-lips widely and jiggled my clitty in its prepuce of flesh, and he held his belly upon mine while he shook his rod inside me to let me feel the full impress of its presence.

We were in a world of our own while we screwed, but it was a world that had room for at least one more person. As my cunt began to suck and gulp at David's cock, Belinda took my face in her hands and turned it towards her. Her lips fell upon mine and her tongue jabbed inside me, fast, hard, just the way I was getting it cuntally from her husband. She was excited, too. How many times can you still get off watching your man ball another chick? I wondered, and I had no answer for my question.