John Friday: Willing wife swappers

He teased his lips down the rib – ripples below her throbbing little tit, then across into the downy cleft in the center of her writhing young body, already sleek with the moist heat of desire.

Straining passions gave her slender curves a salty-sweet taste. He lapped his tongue on the rising dome of her belly and felt her squirm in joyous tension.

"Ooooh," Kathy cried softly.

Jack-knifed above her, George continued to inch downward toward the musky, hollow of her cunt slowly, deliberately agonizing her with teasing tongue strokes.

"Aaggggh," Kathy cried. She wanted more. Her body twisted and pulsed with need. She could smell the heady broth of lust drooling from her cunt, and suddenly she gave a shiver. "Oh, it smells so strong!"

"Like the finest French perfume," he assured her. George loved the smell of a heated cunt. The horny aroma drifted up like a thick fog and swelled his lungs with raging desire.

"Hhhmmmm," he growled deep in his throat, continuing his slow, steady tongue lashing march to her cunt.

Kathy wailed expectantly as he drew near, sinking the squirming tip of his tongue into the tiny hollow of her belly button. He pulled with gentle suction, stabbed with hungry thrusts of his tongue, milking that little hollow exactly as he planned to ravage her cunt when she could no longer stand to wait another second.

"Now!" she whined. "Oh, eat my cunt now!"

"Hhhmnunm," he growled, pretending to be satisfied where he was, teasing her tight little navel with darting strokes of his tongue.

"Huumngh!" She arched beneath him, rising and squirming, offering up her drooling pussy. "Pleeeease!"

He let her squirm. He loved it. The writhing motions of her eager young body had heated his cock like a branding iron. As he inched slowly downward, the tip of his prick dragged along her leg. She jerked and twitched from its searing touch.

She could feel the thundering beat of his heart echoed in his cock head.

"Muummmph," he said as his tongue reached the damp tangle of cunt hair spread like a warm fur collar above her juicy pussy slit. The scent of her desire was stronger there, the taste excitingly more delicious. He lapped into her soft cunt hair with his tongue, pulled at the silky strands with demanding lips.

"Aaack!" Each little pussy hair seemed to be rooted at the base of her skull. The way he nipped and tugged made her head jerk, thrashing from side to side.

Don had never taken so much time with her, never lifted her so far, never made her anxious body beg and plead in the rapture of anticipation. Kathy gazed up in blind delight, hardly daring to wonder what the climactic plunge would be like.

George dipped lower, lightly kissing one puffed cunt lip and then the other, his head swaying gently back and forth while his tongue darted and pressed between them.

"Hungh?" Kathy moaned, rocking her hips from side to side to intensify her joyous rapture. "Oooh, yes! Suck it, please. Pull with all your might. Lick it. Lap it. Grind it up!"

He grinned and felt his cock swell even harder. He loved her helpless writhing. His tongue flicked out in response to her chanting and moaning, thrusting deeper into her juicy pussy slit each time, savoring the taste and scent of excited cunt.

"Hhhoooo!" she gasped, "Do it… don't tease. Ungh! Get my clit… eat it! Oh, shit it's burning up!"

But she jerked and pulled away when the wet lash of his tongue first circled her thick, stubby sweet clit.

"Aaagh!" she howled as if stung by the jolt of a high voltage charge. Then she thrust her hips back, her trembling young body begging for more.

George twirled the nub of her clit in a tight little swirl, sucking with his lips to draw it out and strain its tiny root. "Gluuuummm," he said, slurping down the pungent pussy syrup gushing from her cunt.

It no longer mattered to Kathy whose mouth capped and dug at her restless twat. In her dreams, it had always been Don, her husband, whose lips and stabbing tongue excited her so. Now she didn't care. She spread her legs wide and arched her back in a tense curve of trembling desire.

George sucked harder, tightening his lips like a noose around her sleek, tart clit. He pressed the tip of his tongue into her dented clit head, pushing and puffing at the same time.

"Eeeeyyyy!" she screamed, not caring if the sound carried to Don's ears at the other end of the hall.

"Harrrgh!" He nipped her little clit with his teeth, grinding at the root while his tongue swept back and forth across the top in a soft counter rhythm that tightened her seething passions like a screw.

"Oooh, fuck! Ooooh, fuck! I'm cumming. I haven't even felt your big hot cock and you're making me cuuuummm!"

George gave a satisfied grunt, his own raging desire made wilder by her joyous writhing. "UUNGH!" he moaned, stabbing out and down with his tongue, ramming it hard between her wet and trembling pussy lips.

"Aaagh!" The dark wet tube of her cunt hole grasped and squeezed as he rammed in. He hooked upward, drawing back to snag the firm rim at the top, then he curved his wet tongue down sharply and plowed along the slippery floor of her pussy.

"Ooooh, God!" Kathy's dreams of cunt sucking seemed pale and flat compared to what she felt in the grinding jaws of reality. Sparks flashed like jagged lightning bolts that she saw clearly even with her eyes clamped tightly shut.

He knew at once the main cause of her aching lust. Kathy's thick, stubby little clit lay deep in a soft furrow of protective cunt flesh. Her young husband had never thought to draw her clit out, to suck it and make it swell, and probably he fucked by jamming his cock straight in.

Fine for him. George could feel the anxious seething of a tight and deliciously wet little pussy.

He could hardly wait for her clinging rings of cunt muscle to grip his surging cock shaft. But he would grip her shoulders and pull so that his thick prick would grind on the hidden trigger of passion in ways she had never felt.

And it was not saintly unselfishness that powered his desire to please her – it was the certain knowledge of what grinding a clit can do. It would spark hard tremors deep in her cunt, tight waves of delight that would climb his driving cock and wring his prick with power and passion.

The joy of anticipation made his balls ache with a painful throb that matched his diving tongue strokes – in and out, up and around the lust-crazed nub of her clit.

"Oooh… hhhooo," she cried in a voice unable to form words. Her lips trembling. Her tongue flopped in and out and the tension of shocking delight swelled a wild cry inside her chest.

He cupped her tits with his hands and worked them with the same grinding rhythm of his tongue, thumbs circling her nipples in an ever-tightening spiral.

"Eeeeyyyahhh!" Kathy wailed, thrashing like a trout hooked by his stabbing tongue. She felt triple jolts of intense delight – twin sparks of pleasure flashed from her nipples and another even stronger shock shot upward from her tongue-stabbed cunt. "It's ssssooo good!" she hissed. "Good… good… good!"

She drummed her heels on the floor beneath him, raking his hot cock with her creamy thighs. She arched her shoulders back into the silky fleece of the rug, squirming her tits and cunt upward into his grasp.

Her fingers laced themselves on the back of his head, arms tense and straining to force his tongue deeper into her bubbling cunt with savage hot pulses rippled her sleek pussy walls, tugging and pulling, aching for cock.

"Aaagggghhhh!" she howled, shivering with frantic tension. Then her nerves all twanged like broken guitar strings. She felt a stinging joy, then trembled and fell back, limp and gasping, still pulling at his tongue with the aftershocks of orgasmic delight.

"Ooooh," she moaned, "I've never cum so hard and long. Never… never."