Heather Brown - Door to door wife

And I used it the same way a man would use his prick.

Only better!

Because I was a woman… a woman who instinctively knew where another woman liked to get it.

"Oooooooh," she moaned her appreciation, "your tongue is so fantastic. Now lift up my sweater and get at my tits."

I was expecting the result. When her sweater was bunched around her neck I saw that she hadn't been wearing a bra either. Her breasts were naked and pulsing.

And they were perfect.

I closed my hands over them, seizing the strawberry-sized nipples and crushing them in my gasp. She bucked under my assault, arching her body several inches off the floor, and swallowing my mouth to my teeth with heir sucking pussy lips in the thrusting process.

My two front teeth gnashed against her clit at once. Clamping down with a fury, I twisted the delectable bud in my oral grip until Gloria screamed for mercy. Needless to say, that just made me bite even harder.

With every chomp of her joy-button, the cream ran more freely from her cunt below. Pretty soon my mouth was filled with pussy juice, and then it was gurgling down my throat to my ravenous stomach. Before we were finished I'd have a bellyful of her succulent female cum.

She wrapped her thighs around my neck and I chewed and sucked and licked and probed harder and harder. Pussy was wonderful. It was hard to believe I'd gone so long in my life passing it up.

In my naivete, I thought what we were doing was the ultimate. But I still had a lot to learn. The fun was just beginning.

"I'm hungry for your cunt," Gloria gurgled. "Turn around on top of me so I can get my mouth between your legs."

I may have been a neophyte, but she didn't have to tell me to keep my tongue in gear while I was repositioning the lower half of my body. Continuing to fuck her twat with my mouth, I made a 180-degree turn so that my legs were straddling her head.

"Now," she gushed, "lay it on me. Cover my mouth with your beautiful dripping pussy."

In an instant the lips of my snatch were pressing against the lips of her mouth. Her tongue hardened and automatically duplicated the action with which I had been engorging her cunt since we'd first fallen to the floor.

I was the six and she was the nine as we engaged in the numerical sex-act devoted to mutual oral stimulation of the genitals. Of course I had sixty-nined before, but this was the first time I'd ever eaten cunt instead of cock while my own pussy was being devoured.

You know what? It was better than with a man.

Sure, I won't deny that a cock down the throat can be fantastic. However, a snatch smearing against your lips is even sweeter. And, in addition, your partner, being another woman, knows the precise points at which to optimally stimulate your own love-hungry nookie.

Who needed a cock when Gloria's tongue was as rigid as an iron bar, and as active as a piston?

Likewise, if there had been a miniaturized television camera lodged within Gloria's honey-pot, it would have monitored my oral prod only as a pink blur.

Oh, we were doing it. Fucking with our stiff tongues. Tickling the tips against the mouths of our wombs, and actually worming the tips within the warm uterine confines.

Then Gloria took it a step further. Her tongue pulled out of my twat and dipped below into the tight orifice of my ass. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world as she began drilling up my bunghole.

Needless to say, I immediately followed suit. To my delirious satisfaction, her shit-pit was even more succulent than her pussy.

And it squeezed so hard. Her rectum was like a vise as I desperately fought for inch after inch of penetration.

If somebody had told me before today that I would taste the fragments of another woman's shit, I would have thought them demented. And for them to have suggested that I would be intoxicated by the flavor would have sent me scurrying to the nearest mental health facility to investigate having them committed.

Yet, incredibly, here I was with my tongue at least six inches up another woman's asshole, literally lapping up every trace of shit I could find… and loving every chunky fragment!

My breath would be terrible when we were finished making love, but right now I was reveling in the pungency.

And, of course, so was Gloria.

I hadn't realized it was possible, but suddenly I started coming in my ass. Yes, fantastically, I was experiencing something which could only be described as an anal orgasm.

"Oh God," I admitted it, "I'm coming coming in my ass."

"So am I," she answered. "But if you keep talking about it, that means you're not tonguing me. Just shut up and keep sticking me."

Fair enough. Why gab when you can tonguefuck a beautiful woman's ass?

Our slurping filled the room was we renewed our thrusts to the hilt. At the same time, we each covered the other's cunt with a hand and began manipulating the vaginal folds. Pressing each other's clitoral buzzer, both of us sent a load of hot pussy cream into the other's face.

The room seemed to rock from the impact of our bumping and grinding. Our asses wiggled so violently that we each must have lost a couple of inches around the hips. A steady diet of lesbian love apparently meant a girl could drop down a couple of sizes in her wardrobe.

There was no doubt about it, Gloria and I were going to make a great team!

Back on the home front, I must confess that I had let things go. My normal duties as wife and mother seemed trivial and boring indeed compared with the excitement of working for S.E.X.. Needless to say, it was only a matter of time before I had a confrontation with Fred.

"You bitch!" he cornered me one night after I'd served TV dinners for the fourth time in a row. "How long do you think I can stand living like this?"

I tried to weasel out of it, but it was no use. The irritation had been building up inside him for some time, and a lot of steam was going to have to escape before the pressure of his anger died down.

"Please, Fred," I tried to reason with him, "the twins are in the next room. They'll hear you."

"So what?" he thundered. "I'll bet they're just as disgusted with the job you've been doing as a mother as I am at the crappy job you've been doing as a wife."

"That's not fair," I protested. "I've got rights, too."

"Name them," he sneered.

"Well, for one thing," I answered defiantly, "I've got a right to some kind of life outside of this house."

"Bullshit!" he bellowed. "A woman's place is in the home… and that's it!"

"I don't buy that," I retorted.

"Then try this on for size!" he yelled, and let loose a slap that caught me right across the cheekbone.

Staggering backward until I bumped against the wall, I cried, "You hit me! Who do you think you are, you barbarian?"

"Your husband," he hissed. "And I'll do anything I damn well please to you, you good-for-nothing bitch."

"Such as?" I challenged him.

"Such as knocking some sense into you, if I think that's the only thing that'll work," he blustered.

"I dare you!"

"Okay, cunt, you asked for it!"

He'd closed the distance between us and was just starting to rain a torrent of open-handed blows on me when the twins came into the room to see what all the commotion was about. They were just in time to see their father knocking their mother to the floor.

"Stop, Daddy, stop!" Julie pleaded. "You're making Mommy cry."

"Hmmmppph," he grunted, "that's nothing. She deserves to bleed."

With that he began kicking me. The paints of his shoes cracked into my ribs, bringing forth gurgling cries of abject pain.

Jimmy leaped at his dad and tried to stop him from brutalizing me. However, Fred was much too strong for a boy not yet in his teens, and shook him off like King Kong disposing of a petty annoyance.