A. Bissell - Doing It The Gay Way

Suddenly the wiggly pink tongue touched Nancy's cuntlips and traveled along the slit. Sweet tremors chased through her crotch and up to her nipples. It was such a different sensation, cozy and rich with promise. Like wow!

"Ohhhhh!" she gasped, lifting her pussy higher.

The hot soft probe contacted Nancy's clit, gliding around it. Furious stings of delight tensed her girlie tip her thighs shook, her breasts peaked up even more: The velvety mouth pressed slowly into Nancy's cunt, the tongue danced around the cuntal opening. A sensuous sucking began! Candi was drawing the juice from the twitching mons! The hands gripped more firmly, and then the sexy blade shot past Nancy's hymen into the virginal cunthole! It worked voluptuously in and out, in and out… like a prick!

"Oh, oh, ohhhh!" Nancy cried, feverishly. She was so near to coming, she could hardly believe it was happening this fast. Something really had turned Candi on! The sucking lips, the diving tongue, the close feel of the blonde head between her shaking thighs-it was all just too much!

She really loves my cunt! Nancy thought. Ohhhh, here it comes! Ohhhh, wow! I don't see how prick could be any better than this!

She cried out as the pangs of her need pulsed from the tip of her clit, like honeyed salvos from a gun. The wrenching delight racked her pelvis in a way that had never happened before! Her anus flopped on the bed, her legs shook, her tits arched up, she tried to hunch her ass, but the hands held her solidly while the beat, beat, beat of her joy simply flowed from her cunt…

I got her cunt good, Candi thought, sipping more of the pussy-seepage, feeling the quivers of relief seize Nancy's pretty figure. I imagined I was eating Mia! I just adore nibbling a girl for the first time. I got her cherry in that department. She goes off real fine, but I bet I can bang Mia even better. I should be satisfied for a while with one new hot pussy, but the grass always looks greener on the other side of the fence.

Mia knew Cleve's big moment was approaching. She was on her back again, her thighs drawn across her torso, knees even with her shoulders, her tits rising high between her legs. This was the part of a man-fuck she liked the least, those jolting, rutty drives into her cunt. Most girls lived for this moment, the tensing of the sliding prick, the quickened strokes, the swell of the cockhead.

It was all a bit too sweaty and animalistic, it reminded her too much of Alvin and his quickie fucking. When Cleve had teased her right to the rim of her orgasm and then eased his prick sweetly inside-oh, she loved that! And the way he ate her pussy was just sensational.

Well, he had given her more fun than she had ever experienced in one late afternoon, he deserved his goodies. She was going to make the scene again, which would be some improvement over the kind of thing she had at home, but she had a secret wish for her old girl friend, Pam Nugent. There was something just extra special about having a knowing dame between her legs instead of a man, hearing those plaintive, girlish cries of rapture.

Cleve was good with his prick, though. She could easily get hung up good on it if she had him around for a while. No dame would ever really 'have' him, entirely. He would always be showing off his profile, broads would always be looking at him and wanting his cock. He had no steady work; some dame was obviously supporting him. He would be ideal for some rich, sensuous widow-or two of them. A fun guy, a male concubine.

He seemed to sense her lessening interest he had an, almost feminine perception, because he had been with I so many different girls.

"What's the matter, beautiful?" he muttered, pausing. He was braced high, his big cock very rigid in her well-juiced cunt.

"Nothing at all, honey," she breathed. "Go ahead, I'm going to make it" She surely didn't want to put him down, she wanted another date with him. He would do until she could find the very right girl to fill in between Alvin's weekly fuck. Alvin was so easily tricked, and Cleve was not.

"You like my tongue better, though," he grinned. Slowly he began to work the bed with his hands and knees, letting the resilience of the mattress bring her ass up and down. It was different, interesting.

"Dh, it's all good!" she cried, the sliding cock starting to draw her fun. His nuts were bunching against her swollen cuntlips, slapping wetly every time her ass rocked upward. But he was still holding back, making it last as long as he could. Her thrills ebbed, she wished to hell he would hurry and finish.

Cleve was certainly no dummy about broads. He had noticed the way the cute cocktail waitress at the country-club lounge had stared at Mia, receiving a provocative return glance. This chick liked it both ways, he had fucked quite a few who went for a little pussy rubbing on the sly. It happened with many of those very beautiful cunts.

She had not had much experience fucking men, that was sure. No interior cuntal action, no luscious squeezes that older dames sometimes managed. Her excitement all centered in her clit, his deep hard strokes were not doing much for her.

I'm gonna bust my nuts whether she gets her gun off again or not, he thought, starting to knee the bed again. He rode a little 'high' so his sliding cockshaft would press more firmly into her clitzone. These fancy-assed cunts need a shot of jism once in a while. Someday I'll find a good, hot middle-aged widow with a lot of money, a real bundle of it.

Candi was back at her peep-hole again, staring avidly, the sound turned up so she could hear it all. Nancy would be in the guest bedroom a while, recovering. That last come had really blasted her crotch, she might even take a nap.

Candi immediately noticed that Mia was not nearly as turned on as she had been earlier, when Cleve had been eating her cunt. That was encouraging news. A girl that lovely would surely like pussy, too. Or maybe the gin was wearing off and Mia was starting to think about her poor neglected husband. Cleve always plied his marks with martinis.

"Come off around my.cock, beautiful," Cleve panted, starting his short bed-lifts. He was very clever with a good mattress, lazy right down to the last. His back was arched, his ass muscles bunching, his handsome face taut with lust. The flashes of his cock, as it worked juicily in and out of the dainty, uptilted-cunt, were slightly repulsive to Candi, but she loved the view of Mia's body, those superb breasts rising high, peaked for pleasure.

"Nnnnnnn-yesss!" Mia breathed, her eyes widening. She was going to come. She clutched at his shoulders, her face twisted, her beautiful thighs quivered. His knees and arms worked faster, he shuddered, his prick was coming almost out of the dewy cunt at every pump, and suddenly he groaned, his ass finally hunched, and Mia uttered a little cry of delight.

"UGGHHHHH-fuuuuuuuck!" Cleve moaned, hitting her cunt real hard.

Oh, I don’t want her coming on his cock! Candi thought, her hand sliding down to her itchy cunt. But he makes them go off whether they want to or not. He's really shooting a load in her cunt! Damn him to hell. I want that Sweet pussy all to myself; she went apeshit on his tongue, and I know I can bang her harder than he can.

"Damn, that's good cunt!" Cleve muttered, dropping his chest to Mia's beautiful tits, humping through his goodies. Her thighs dropped, her heels hit the bed and she up-hunched, a smile of erotic triumph on her relaxing face.

"Oh, you bastard," Mia giggled, sliding her legs around his ass. "That one hurt a little!”

"Number six, baby," he chuckled. "Not bad.”

I missed some of the action, Candi thought. Shit. I spent too much time with Nancy. I'll give her another flick after while and take more time, and I’ll imagine I'm getting in Mia's panties. I have to have some of that, one way or another.