Don Lewis - Two-way wife

"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked. "I'm positive," I told her, "Good. It's taken you a long time, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

Now the time for conversation had passed. Martha embraced me tightly and kissed me on the lips. I kissed her passionately. Our tongues rubbed together, first in one mouth, then the other.

For weeks I had wanted to feel another woman in my arms. Now it had happened. I wasn't disappointed. I wished that I could hold Martha forever, our bodies pressed tightly together, our soft flesh billowing out as we strained against each other.

I pulled my mouth away and began to nuzzle Martha's soft neck. "Oh, Martha, I've been wanting to do this for so long," I moaned.

I felt a fire building within me, starting in my cunt and radiating to the rest of my body. The fever heat of desire increased with each touch of my lips to Martha's flesh.

I kissed her neck for a few minutes, then moved down and kissed the top of her boobs, above the neckline of her dress. The dress was in my way, so, after a few seconds, I reached behind Martha and undid her dress, exposing her naked tits to my mouth. After the dress had fallen away, I gasped at the beauty of Martha's tits, especially the large, pointy nipples.

So far, I had surprised myself. Martha had taken the initiative more strongly than I had, but I had by no means been passive. My ambivalent feelings, my doubts, seemed to have vanished. Perhaps I had somehow managed to erase twenty-three years of taboos in a few minutes.

My eagerness amused Martha. "You are anxious, aren't you?" she said, laughing as she spoke.

Martha had laughed at me, but she was just as anxious as I was. She unfastened my dress and started to pull it down away from my tits. Before she had finished, I got up off the couch and wriggled completely out of the confining garment.

Martha ran her tongue across her lips when she saw that I didn't have anything on beneath my dress.

"You were more anxious than I thought," she said, surprise in her voice.

Her dress down around her waist, Martha stood up. Then she stepped out of her dress. She had worn panties, but the tiny bikini briefs didn't even cover her ample beaver. The crotch of the panties was already damp with the juice that poured from her cunt.

Martha wriggled out of the panties. I stared at her thick curly cunt hair, at the copious fluid that wet the hair, at her erect nipples, but I didn't have much time to look.

"Before you do anything else, you have to learn how to lick another woman's pussy," Martha said.

My dream hadn't followed that pattern, but I didn't mind. Martha's pussy attracted me and I was sure that she would eat mine once I had eaten hers. Besides, I had never eaten another pussy before, so perhaps I did have a lot to learn.

Martha sat down on the couch, her legs far apart, her snatch sticking out a few inches over the edge of the couch so that it would be easily accessible to my tongue.

"Come here, Lori," she said to me, her voice soft but commanding.

I didn't feel afraid, yet some vestiges of my past remained. At first, I didn't move. Just as I had done in the dream, I stayed still, unwilling to run, but unprepared to advance.

"Don't be afraid, Lori. You said you wanted to try it," Martha said coaxingly.

As if to attract me, Martha took both hands and spread the outer lips of her cunt. I could see the rosy inner lips glistening with wetness and I could also see the tiny clit, the shaft barely visible right above Martha's hole.

The sight of the slick, rosy inside of Martha's cunt was sufficiently arousing to overcome my sudden reluctance. I walked forward until I was only a few feet from her.

"Now get on your knees," she ordered.

I did as she asked. I kneeled down in front of her, as I did so moving closer so that I was only a few inches from her. Basically, I knew what to do, but I waited for her guidance, at least on details.

"Stick your tongue as far into my twat as it'll go," she instructed. "Then take out some of the juice with your tongue and spread it all over the outside of my pussy, especially on my clit."

I dove down to her cunt and did as I was told. My tongue snaked down deep into her cunt-hole. It was the first pussy I had ever tasted and it was delicious. I drank up the juice eagerly, in my excitement forgetting to transfer it to the drier parts of Martha's cunt.

"Hey, you're already forgetting what I told you," Martha reminded me. "Take your tongue and move it all over my pussy. The juice from inside and your saliva will moisten me and make me more sensitive. You know how much better your cunt feels when a man wets it down with his tongue. Well, the same thing goes when you're with a woman." I knew what I was supposed to do and I knew why I was supposed to do it, but that first contact with cunt had destroyed my concentration, had completely removed my ability to follow Martha's directions. I had become lost, if only for a few moments, in that delicious inlet and its sweet sea.

I regained control of myself and followed her instructions. I drew my tongue slowly out of her pussy and ran it along her fuzzy outer labes, then along the damp, slippery inner lips. Martha didn't need lubrication there, but she seemed to enjoy it when I focused my attention on those lips. She put her hands on top of my head and pressed, as if to hold me there against her juicing twat. She kept my, head still for a few seconds, then pushed on the back of my head as if to move my head forward and upward.

Martha wanted me to lick her clit. I was glad to oblige. I used the tip of my tongue and ran it up and down the clit, from the base to the narrower shaft, to the slightly swollen top.

Martha went wild as I licked her clitoris. "Oh, God! Lori, that feels so damn good," she moaned.

Martha's hands gripped my head like a vise. She pulled me tightly against her cunt, so I took my tongue off her clit and pushed it into her oozing hole.

"No, no, Lori. Keep licking my clit," she told me. "Use your finger in my hole. The clit is the key."

I knew the clit was the most sensitive part of a woman's cunt, but I had never realized that it should be constantly stimulated when a woman's pussy is being eaten. When men had eaten my snatch, they had paid plenty of attention to my clit, but they had also run their tongues in and out of my hole every few seconds. It had felt good, of course, but I began to wonder what constant licking of my clit would feel like, licking without any interruption.

I moved my tongue back to Martha's clit and then I stuck my middle finger into her dripping cunt-hole.

"Okay, Lori. Now fuck me with your finger," Martha panted.

I moved my finger rhythmically in and out of her snatch while she moaned and writhed on the couch. As she moved closer to orgasm, I could feel her cunt muscles contracting more frequently.

"Put one finger in my other hole," Martha told me.

I stuck my pinky into her asshole. I wanted to use a small finger so that I wouldn't bruise her.

Men had stuck their fingers up my ass while they ate me or fucked me and I knew how it could hurt if they weren't gentle. I had taken a few pricks into my asshole, even Mike's huge rod, and I knew the pain could be incredible if they weren't careful.

Martha's cunt and ass muscles contracted on my fingers. I knew that she was about to come. Her legs tensed and she rose up slightly off the couch. Meanwhile, her hands kept up their firm pressure on my head, pinning me against her cunt.

"Faster, faster!" she yelled.

I stepped up my pace, moving my tongue as fast as I could over her clit. Juice poured out of her cunt-hole all over me.

"I'm coming! I'm comiiinnggg!" Martha shouted. Her cunt muscles spasmed wildly and her hands kept pressing on my head, but harder now. I kept licking at her clit while my fingers kept fucking in and out of her tightening cunt and asshole.