Ron Taylor - Naughty aunt Susan

She tongued me just as hard and fast as her husband fucked me, and I diddled her tongue with my own as it prodded in and out. David was holding one of my tits, and Belinda got her hand on the other one, gripping ft fiercely but lovingly. I couldn't have fallen into better company if I'd put an ad in an underground newspaper, I thought smugly. They were beautiful, people and I felt beautiful just being with them here, now, fucking and living. Belinda stopped kissing me abruptly, and I wondered why. In a minute or so I found out. Her head had drifted southward and she was between her husband's legs and mine, using her mouth to wet the round in which our sex organs did battle. I felt her tongue prod into my cunt alongside the stabs of David's cock, and if I had the Oxford English Dictionary at my side, I couldn't find enough words to tell you how it felt. She must have been sucking his balls alternately with her swipes across my split cunt, because every now and then I could feel David stiffening against me and plunging a particularly deep, penetrating pecker stab into my hole. And then Belinda's tongue would follow David's peter, follow it lustily, massaging every part of me that his cock was ignoring as well as a few places that I thought he had already tickled to perfection. She moaned as she mouthed, too, and the humming of her voice made my pussy pout.

Oh, maybe it was just the menstrual sensitivity, I thought. That, and the horniness that always accompanies my period. Maybe that was why I was getting into this so heavily. I didn't know. I didn't know a Goddamned thing, to be precise.

It might have been his cock, it might have been her mouth. Whichever, I found myself exploding in an atom bomb orgasm right about then, while David's peter kept plunging up and down my cunt and Belinda's fast-moving tongue flipped me time after time in a demonstration of what eroticism was all about.

My cunt juice flowed in a never ending stream that made David's cock ride wet and sloppy, and the twitches of my pussy muscles would have caused a dozen men to give up the fight and spray me with their pecker-snot. The waves of my cum rolled and flooded in my belly, out my pussy, everywhere. I couldn't feel anything, yet I could feel everything. It was the weird sensation that happens when I come. If Belinda still had her lips in the contested ground she was getting a mouthful of my jism, and more power to her!

I was like melted ice cream inside. Was I the same girl who, not an hour ago, had been certain that her life's destiny lay in eating cunts? I couldn't believe it. Belinda was fight. I'd been fucking too many boys. Today I'd taken on my first man.

David kept on ramming me, his strokes sure and steady. I couldn't endure them another second. "No," I whined, "stop!"

He stopped, God bless him! The lips of my snatch were so raw he'd have scraped them bloody in another second. I felt his cock leave my cunt, lingeringly, regretfully, and then his body was no longer perched above mine. I breathed a sigh of relief amid the shivering tremors of my come; and when my eyes cleared, I saw that David had found another resting place for his prick.

Gorgeous Belinda, my darling of darlings, was lying on her tummy while David slammed her from behind. She had her ass up in the air, doggy-style, and her sweet voice begged him to fuck her harder, faster. Oh, she was too much! And so was he!

The peak of my come began to ebb, and I didn't want that to happen. I slid towards them, and I shoved my cunt into Belinda's face.

"Eat me again," I pleaded, "while he screws you!"

She didn't have to be asked twice. Her mouth fastened upon my bloody, wet snatch and she began to show me once more what cunt-eating was all about. Her mouth was a musical instrument. She should have been in a concert orchestra. I could see Leonard Bernstein waving his baton as an indication for Belinda to start munching a juicy, fuzz-downed pussy, just the way she was munching mine right now. I jammed my box into her face and gave her full rein.

She was a girl who could do two things at the same time. She could be fucked and give marvelous head simultaneously. Oh, the next time they revised the dictionaries, I had a perfect, one word definition far "honey". It was spelled B-E-L-I-ND-A, just as she had it spelled on the bosom of the shirt she'd worn today.

Her hands kept me spread wide and her tongue flailed on my labes and button. I wanted to open even wider, to drag her head inside me. Belinda was a passable hand with watercolors, but her cunt-lapping technique was pure artistry.

She was better for me now than she had been while we were alone, earlier this afternoon. I suppose it was David's presence. They had a good thing going, those two, and I hope that someday I can find a guy who shares my open mind and can make a good thing for me and him. If I do, the two of us will spend a lot of time with the two of them.

David's face was getting tense as he screwed Belinda from the rear, and I wondered how near he was to coming. Me, I had scarcely stopped since he fucked me. And now Belinda was making my orgasm stretch on indefinitely with those tongue swipes on my trigger and the plunges into my rippling, churning hole. I hoped it would be this good when she exploded, too, and from the way she moaned while she ate me, I knew she was going to have a release definitely worth writing home about.

It came. David shoved his cock all the way into her cunt and he grabbed her ass with both hands. Belinda rocked and rolled against him, her mouth going absolutely wild on me, and the cream I was having boiled over the edges of the pot.

She raised her face from my gash and she yelled in joy, and then she seemed to collapse onto the bed, unable to do another fucking thing except moan and writhe.

David pulled his hard cock out of her hole and it jiggled in the air as he surveyed his kingdom. Two orgasmic women, both of them transported to realms of gold and silver. He put his hand on his dick, and I thought he was on the point of jacking himself off. But not at all!

He moved towards me, faster than I'd ever guessed a horny man could move, and he shoooovvvveeeeeddd that big dong of his up my wet slice. Scream was all I could do, scream and wrap my legs around him.

When he pushed his prick into me, it was like being fucked by a telephone pole. My cunt was alive with sensation and I was sopping wet inside. I sucked him up my quivering hole and I held him there, so firmly he had to fight his way back out for a fresh fucking stroke. But it was worth the fight. I knew that from the way it felt when he gave it to me, as well as from the sigh he made when he did it. His cock seemed enormous now, swollen far beyond his normal length and thickness, or maybe it was just the heightened sensitivity of my pussy.

Belinda's moaning face lay just beyond the edge of my thigh, and I could see that she wanted to be with us, but she couldn't. Her orgasm was too intense to let her move even so short a distance. All she could manage was to lie on her stomach crying and whimpering. I touched her head while David fucked me, and my hand slid across her sweating face until her mouth trapped my fingers and she sucked them as if they were five separate cocks inserted at once.

If there were a contest for stud of the century, David Rodgers would have to be my own endorsed candidate. I could imagine how it would be to fuck Mick Jagger or Warren Beatty or Elton John, but I know what it's like to be screwed my David's fuck tool, and no fantasized celebrity hump could halfway compare. Once again I wondered how his wife could endure the thought of his pecker being inside another woman for even a second. If he were mine, I'd keep him locked up in a room, letting him out only when I was horny, and if he were mine, I'd be horny all the fucking time.

His pole explored me. It reamed me. Most of all, it fucked me. If a woman needs any more than that, I must have missed a sex-ed lecture somewhere along the line. Lilly was gonna have to live with this. I mean, she could have me whenever it was convenient for both of us, and I'd be delighted to oblige her, but to give up hetero fucking, now that I'd found out what it was all about? Not on your life! The lesbian life had just lost a would-be convert.