John Friday: Willing wife swappers

He just smiled, his tongue licking fuck oil from his lips. And he thought to himself, wait until your honey-dripping cunt gets rammed full of cock?

Kathy's moaning sounds of joy came down the hall, softly at first. Don tensed when he first heard her cries of rising joy, wondering… but not wanting to think about what George might be doing to thrill his pretty young wife.

Ellen gracefully distracted him, stroking his dripping cock with hands clasped behind her back, rubbing his thick, knobbed prickhead up and down, teasing the dark, tightly drawn ring of her ass.

The sounds grew louder then, like a symphony of wild delight. These were shrill cries like nothing Don had ever heard from Kathy's lips. He had never stirred such a frenzy in her, never felt her lithe body thrash as he knew it must be then.

His mind strained like a rope in an emotional tug-of-war. Part of him wanted to crowd all thoughts of Kathy from his mind. His eyes focused hard on the puckered lips of Ellen's upraised ass. He thought of its clinging warmth and the tight constriction and the searing magic this older woman would work on his eager young cock.

But he kept hearing his wife beg to have her cunt sucked, something Don could not bring himself to do. The strong scent of cunt refreshed memories of stern lectures he'd heard about the sinister evils of sex.

"Your big cock is so hot!" Ellen purred, squirming backward to tease his bulging cock head with taut tremors of her quaking ass. She knelt before him, doubled over, her asshole thrust up at an inviting angle, her legs spread to part her creamy cheeks and expose the dark-rimmed hollow between.

Don had never seen a woman in that position before, tilted so sharply that he could see asshole and pussy together. Below the puckered bull's eye of her ass, the pink slash of her cunt drooled warm fuck oil and gleamed with a lusty shimmer.

He pressed near her from behind. Ellen gave a low moan and guided his cock with hands clasped behind her back. First she pressed his prick down, working his thick cockhead between the puffed lips of her cunt, wetting his prick knob with her free flowing fuck honey.

He thrust excitedly, trying to rank into her juicy pussy silt, but she jerked up and aimed his cock at her ass instead.

"Huunngh," he growled, feeling the tight friction of a hole clamped tight enough to scrape the hide right off his prick.

She began a gentle rocking motion, back and forth, wrenching the long lever of his cock down as she eased away, working his hot, red prick knob around the slit of her pussy to smear on more warm fuck oil.

"Aaagggh!" he complained, bucking his hips again. "Damn it, I want your cunt!"

"You wanted my ass, remember?" she cooed, easing him back up and squirming her deeply silt ass to meet his dripping cock.

Don gazed down, fascinated by how deftly the voluptuous older woman worked his cock. She pressed his prick down and wiggled toward him, wetting his cockshaft with the sleek dampness surging from her eager cunt.

At the same time, he heard his young wife's cries of delight from the other room. They reached a fevered pitch, frantic with desire. He could hear her wailing. "Do it! Eat my cunt! Eat it alive!" And Don felt a pang of hunger completely new to him.

He wrenched backward, jerking his cock from Ellen's hands. "Ooooo," she moaned sadly, reaching and clawing for the long prick that wasn't there. "Ooooohhhh."

Don bowed his head and eased closer to the puffed lips of her cunt. "Now!" he heard his young wife beg with a tone of wild excitement. "Oh, eat my cunt now!"

Ellen stroked his cheeks and teased her fingers around his lips. His tongue flicked out and tasted her fingers, wet and sheening from the slick oils dripping from her pussy. At first the strong scent and the stinging taste repulsed him. "Uuungh," he groaned.

But as if in reply to his timid tongue stroke, he heard Kathy utter another shrill cry of outrageous joy. The taste and smell seemed sweeter then. Don's tongue shot out and he buried his face between Ellen's legs.

"Hhhuuungh!" she gasped in surprise, spreading her legs wider to receive him.

His nose sank into the cleft of Ellen's upraised ass, and the next hot breath he drew swelled his lungs with the strong scent of her lust. He gasped and lashed out weakly with his tongue.

"Hhhaaaa," Ellen moaned. He felt her lush body twitch and jerk in response to the first darting touch of his tongue. "More! Lap my little cunt. Ungh! Spear it, stab it with your tongue. Aaagh! Yes. Do it. Dig it in… hhhungh!"

Searching blindly behind her, Ellen's hands touched his shoulders while he nuzzled her cunt and stabbed at her pussy with uncertain thrusts of his tongue. Softly, she slid her tense fingers down his arms. She grasped his wrists and pulled his hands beneath her to find the nipples of her straining tits.

Don gripped her nipples instinctively, rolling each one back and forth between his thumb and forefinger.

"Yes!" she gushed. "Oh, maul my sweet tits!"

The jerking warmth of her pussy excited him. Don's tongue reached out again, twisting itself deep into the juicy cunt that squirmed and steamed so near his face.

"Find my clit!" she said in a commanding voice. "Twirl it with your tongue… Aaagghhh!"

Ellen's creamy tits melted into his hands. She chanted throaty sounds and rolled her shoulders back and forth, grinding her hot nipples into his palms. "Do my clit the same way," she pleaded. "Whip it with your tongue. Twist it! Uunnngh! Maul it! Aaaahhh! Oh, Don… eat it!"

He needed no encouragement now. Her joyous writhing swept away his long-held doubts and inhibitions. Don felt suddenly drunk with power, able to control and command every muscle in her lush body just by flicking his tongue on the hidden button of her clit.

"Make me cum!" she pleaded tensely. "You can do it… just with your tongue! Eeeeyyyyy!"

Don's cock leaped, pulling at his hips, straining to reach the soft wet slit of her delicious pussy.

"Yes!" she gulped. "Ooooh, yeah! I'mmmm cumming!"

He couldn't believe it at first, but he was doing it… prodding her to a climax with only the wet thrusts of his tongue. Don could feel the pulsing grasp of her cunt each time he rammed into her juicy pussy slit, a wild and clinging motion, pulling and straining to draw him in.

"More!" Ellen cried. "Oooooh, more!" The stinging tension of delight crackled in her voice.

He could hear Kathy wailing too, but now her voice seemed distant and far away – only a soft echo of Ellen's excited cries.

"Aaaaagggh!" Ellen screamed. She reared up, her whole body racked by the explosive tremors of her erupting joy. She arched backward, still on her knees, wailing and rolling her head. Silky raven hair spilled down her back and flailed Don's face as the pitch of her shrill cries increased.

Pulling herself up dragged her lush tits from his grasping hands. He circled his arms around her, working his fingers into the thick mat of cunt hair spread wide between her quaking legs, digging frantically for her clit.

He couldn't teach her clit with his tongue. Throwing her shoulders back and rocking her hips had brought the tight dark circle of her ass to meet his thrusting tongue.

Don would never have thought to kiss the woman's ass, to wiggle his tongue into the reeking asshole that now thrashed and heaved and pressed back against his face.

The scent was stronger there, the fleshy grip of ha ass tube more intense. Don pressed his tongue against bar tightly puckered ass ring just as the first jerking spasms of her climax began to fade.

"Hhhhooo," she moaned in a voice limp from the strain, of intense delight. "Not again. Don't…" She wanted to savor the lingering joys of orgasm.

Don's left hand dug in her sleek tangle of black cunt fur until he felt the puffed lips of her pussy. He parted them and circled one finger around the nub of her clit.