Matt Daniels - Honeymoon Orgy

"I like it this way, too," Jo husked. "I really get off on it, too."

Lisa giggled, and she arranged herself over Jo, pussy to face. As her hairless twat settled down on Jo's mouth, the auburn-haired girl thought it felt like nothing she had ever experienced before. "Come here," she murmured to the descending pussy and her tongue lifted to kiss it hello.

Something kissed her own pussy at almost the same instant. It was Lisa's mouth, Lisa's wet hungry mouth, covering Jo's entire cunt bulge, sucking hard. Jo moaned, her mouth full of hot hairless twat, and she began to writhe. She was so juiced-up that it wouldn't take much to set her coming, but there would be more. God, if she had to, she'd tear up the canvas and bind Lisa hand and foot! Keep her out here the whole goddamned day, rape her as thoroughly as any woman had ever been raped in this world's history.

Lisa sucked cunt, and then she relaxed the pressure, causing Jo to groan in a mixture of joy and sadness. It only lasted for a second. Lisa opened Jo's snatch and started to lick her way in and out, and it was obvious she knew what she was doing. I'm not the first cooze she's eaten, Jo told herself. How many others had there been? How many? Little pangs of jealousy shot through her. She hated the idea. She hated the idea of other women having known Lisa, of the sweet darting tongue flitting in and out of other women's cunts. But I have her now, Jo thought, taking a death grip on Lisa's ass, squashing the hairless snatch down against her hungry mouth. I have her and I'm not going to Jet her go! Not until I'm good and ready. And I may never be that ready.

Fingers stabbed into Jo, little fingers but agile fingers, sharp punching fingers that clearly knew their way around a pussy. At least, Jo rationalized, I don't have to tell her what I like. She knows what to do to please me.

Her tongue raced up into Lisa's rippling snatch and she felt the eager play of muscles inside the sweet-scented pussy. Hot drippings smeared her face, coated her raging tongue. Lisa's clit was up, big and eager, the biggest clit Jo had ever seen in any of the magazines she had looked at, a thrill to behold, a treat to suck, a privilege to make love to. She washed it with her tongue and she sucked it and she loved it, and she felt Lisa's excited pulse thump through the clitoral nub, hammering against the tip of her tongue. Another flood of sticky girl-goo oozed from Lisa and wet the ball of Jo's chin. Reluctantly she left off clit-sucking and scooped low with her tongue, hungry for those juices. She drank them avidly and her tongue worked inside, lapping up still more and more and more of Lisa's come cream. And this was only the preliminary! When Lisa orgasmed, there would be a flood of juice in which Jo could easily drown. But what a way to die!

Had Lisa really seen her last night? Had Lisa been aware of Jo's desire from the moment of their first meeting? It seemed incredible, almost impossible to believe, but it had to be true. And had she come in here today only to see if Jo would paint her, or had she come here precisely to be seduced? On the other hand, who had seduced whom? The initiative had been Lisa's, right from the start. In all her dreams Jo had never thought something like-this would happen to her…

But it was happening; even as she drank the flowing honey of Lisa's twat, Jo knew that it was wonderful. But, in a way, it was worse, too, worse than the passion she'd been nursing since last evening. She was getting Lisa, sure, but what was she getting? Lisa was her brother's wife. This could be nothing more than a one-afternoon-stand, to coin a phrase. Two hot women, come together for an hour's passion, and when they parted, it would be forever. Jo's heart began to deflate. There was a God and He was punishing her in the most vindictive fashion possible. He was giving her a taste of paradise, but he would also take it away and she could only hunger and pine for all time to come, aching for one, more sip of the manna that dripped, not from heaven, but from something much better-the crack of Lisa's pink-petaled pussy.

Jo grabbed the blonde woman's lovely ass and her fingers dug into the firm but yielding curves and she thrust up with her tongue, sucking honey from Lisa's cooze as if pussy were going out of style tomorrow and she needed to get more than her greedy share today.

It was good, Jesus, it was so good! Better even than she'd dreamed it could be. Her fantasies had been only fantasies. She had never guessed that they might be capable of fulfillment. All last night Jo had lusted and hungered and yearned and felt sorry for herself. She had taunted her mind with the unattainable image of Lisa, the epitome of all her dreams and hungers. And now she was in possession of Lisa, and she knew how sweet dreams could be, how gratified a body could feel when hungers were fed. She worked her tongue in and out of the tight sweet crack, and she felt magic things take place in her own twat. Lisa had a tongue like an angel, and if those fingers of hers were artistic in no other fashion, they were talented when it came to pronging and stroking a hot, horny cunt.

"I'm going to come," Jo moaned. "I'm going to come all over you, Lisa darling! Put your tongue in me! Lick me while I come!"

"Mmmmmm." Lisa giggled, and her tongue oozed up Jots twitchy tube. She went deep-it was surprising that her tongue could be so long, but Jo had the proof a mile up her snatch-and as her tongue slid across the lust-maddened flesh, it began to erupt in ripples of convulsions of orgasms. Jo screamed around Lisa's pussy and she pulled her knees back, entrapping that beautiful blonde face where it belonged, between her legs, glued to her climactic cunt.

And then, like magic, Lisa groaned and began to come as well. How often did that happen? Jo wondered. Two women in a spontaneous love act, both of them coming at almost the same instant? She hummed into Lisa's cunt and the juices oozed forth, drenching her face, drowning her in lust. She lapped into them and her tongue scooped up the liquid love and it was beautiful, it was dynamite, it proved that even a loser could win-at least once. Sobbing with joy and the sense of what she was about to lose forever, Jo ate Lisa's orgasm, fed Lisa her own come. Legs clutched heads, hands clutched asses, tongues dove in and out of churning, excited pussies, and two bodies finally collapsed together in the grass, passion spent for the moment.

A little later they gathered up their clothing and walked nude to the cottage. Inside, still nude, Jo put her arms around her blonde sister-in-law, pulled her to her, and said, "Come here, I want to kiss you again. "

"Where do you want to kiss me?" Lisa asked coyly, puckering her lips. At the same time her hand slid down her belly and she parted the hairless lips of her snatch. Jo stood panting, watching, unsure how to answer the question.

Lisa lay flat on the floor now and sighing, Jo sank to her knees and planted her mouth on Lisa's belly, just below the navel. It eased downward, onto the puff of pussy and her tongue scraped the parted, inviting labia. Lisa's clit was still erect, a pulsating little nubbin against Jo's tongue. Jo licked it once, found she couldn't take her tongue away. Lisa took hold of Jo's head, began to wiggle against Jo's face, just as she'd wiggled in her dance last night. Only this time, Jo thought, she's doing it for me and for me only. She sucked the clitoris, felt its eager throb between her lips, and her eyes went misty with tears. I can lose her and live, she thought, but it will hurt.

Lisa settled down again. Her hand slid lazily across the floor, finding a paintbrush. Lisa turned her head and poked at it. A long-handled brush with a wide flat set of bristles. She stroked them against her arm. Stiff, but not harsh. She looked at Jo's naked legs, spilling across the carpet. Smooth, brown legs, slender and shapely. Pleasant to touch, even more pleasant to feel, wrapped around her face. Lisa began to slide the bristles of the paintbrush up and down Jo's legs, paying close attention to the backs of the thighs. The way Jo wiggled around and kind of purred into Lisa's twat signaled to Lisa that it was indeed an idea, and a very good one. She tickled a little harder, scraping flesh, and the brush moved into Jo's crotch.