Tim Peterson: Two wives want it

She supposed he was being considerate, or maybe just smart. The most she had ever taken up the ass was Vanessa's finger, but as far as he knew her asshole was virgin territory. He'd probably been testing her as well, to see how she responded to contact on her asshole. Samantha began to think she had underestimated this young stud. He showed some real know-how. Her anticipation deepened.

Face pressing into her ass and crotch, he reached out to her pussy with his broad, wet tongue.

"Pussy," he groaned, "gotta have your pussy." The way his tongue was stabbing at her swelling outer folds, she didn't doubt him for a second.

He backed off. "Stand up and turn around," he said to her, and she complied readily. Eagerly. There was a chair close by, and she wondered if she shouldn't lie back in it for him. But he didn't appear interested in moving and, in fact, neither did she. Something about standing naked in the middle of the room with him underneath her pussy got to Samantha. It was lust fine with her.

Samantha took one foot out of her panties and draped her leg over Calvin's shoulder. Ass on heels before her, practically under her, he pressed his mouth to her aroused pussy.

It was base, and Samantha was loving it. She didn't want to be civilized. She'd had years and years of that. Too much of it. This was a gust of fresh air, and all she wanted was more.

On one leg, supported by Calvin's strong shoulder and body, her fingers pulling and pushing at his soft hair, Samantha began to grind her pussy at his puckered, licking mouth. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this horny this quick. Nor could she recall the last time she had felt this appreciated. Calvin was totally hot for her and utterly devoted to her pleasure.

Calvin's tongue delved expertly into the running sweetness of Samantha's hot cunt. The scrape of his tongue on her tender fuck-flesh and the wanting press of his lips were all the stimulation she needed to shimmer through with rich arousal.

She continued revolving her cunt against his mouth, fanning the flames of her lust. He stayed with her, pursuing her climax as if he wanted it as much as she did. And maybe he did. She had really won him over, there was no question about that.

"Gawd," she said throatily, "tongue me. You're doing it so good. Let me come on your tongue. Make me."

Calvin sliced his probe into her steamy privates with renewed ardor. He lifted his hands to her ass and freely groped the muscled cheeks, squeezing sexy thrills from them.

Samantha felt herself go dizzy with arousal and more than once thought she was about to lose her balance. She shifted more weight onto Calvin's shoulder, and mouth, and held on to his hair, and it began to seem like she was riding him.

Her pussy and clit burned boner and hotter against the strokings of Calvin's tongue. She could feel her climax now, about to happen. Body arched, tits thrown out, head back, she wailed her anticipation into the quiet of the room. Her flushed face contorted with all sorts of erotic suffering, and she wondered if her come would ever happen.

Calvin made it happen for her and didn't let her down when he did. Great surges of carnal power tore up through her spasming, twitching body, tearing through her with wave after wave of wrenching release.

Shaking all over, she felt herself gush her intimate juices into Calvin's mouth. The hard clamping of her core was pumping out all she had, continuing to clench in and out after it was gone.

Trembling now, Samantha softened, and felt the inner glow of after-come. Her thigh dropped from Calvin's shoulder and she squatted close in front of him, nestling her ass high in his lap, arms wrapped about his neck.

"That was wonderful," she breathed, and unhesitatingly kissed his lips. They were smeared with her wetness, but that only made him more delectable. Their tongues dueled as each tried to get most of her spent cunt-sap. His hands played up and down on her back and sides, and ass.

"Just a warm-up," he answered.

"I do believe you could back that up."

"Let me show you."

"That's a delicious idea, but I'm starting to feel a little guilty."

"For what?"

"For keeping you all to myself."

"Huh?"

"I have this friend," Samantha answered. "We're pretty close. We do a lot together. Share a lot."

"Yes," he encouraged.

"Hardly seems fair, me having all this fun, and her sitting on her sexy ass at home having none."

"You want to call her up?"

"If you feel up to it. If not, well…"

He shook his head. "Go ahead. It's your turn to write the ticket anyway."

Samantha gave a pleased wriggle, kissed Calvin, then stood and went to the phone at the end of the couch. She sat down and dialed Vanessa's number.

The idea had come to her on the spur of the moment, yet it felt so right she couldn't resist. She didn't know what was the matter with herself though – any sane woman would fight to keep Calvin all to herself. But then, not many women had friends like Vanessa. Samantha would have felt worse not sharing.

On top of that, Samantha didn't quite trust herself. She could very easily get hung-up on Calvin, and the last thing she wanted was a sticky affair. Vanessa's presence would act as a buffer against that, dividing Samantha's attention and energy in half, and reminding her that it was all for fun.

"Vanessa? It's me. Listen, can you come out and play?"

Samantha went on to tell Vanessa who she was with and what a good idea it would be for them to all get together. She gave Vanessa the address and buns up, returned her attention to Calvin. He was kneeling before her, between her knees.

"How about showing me to the bedroom?" Samantha murmured.

"Right this way," Calvin replied, standing. He took her by a hand and led her into the next room. The sun-lit chamber was as inviting as ever with its bold, love-in-the-afternoon feel. The bed was low and wide, perfect for three, and maybe even four.

Samantha turned to Calvin and untucked his jersey from his pants. "We're gonna need you naked."

"Still writing the ticket, huh?"

"You just think about what you're gonna come back at us with. And don't forget to enjoy yourself in the meantime, too."

"Fat chance of that happening." He grinned. Samantha gave him a smooch, but didn't let it interfere. She was getting anxious to feast her eyes on his naked bod. Knowing Vanessa was on the way put her more at ease, and in touch with her more intimate urges.

She peeled Calvin's jersey off and pushed him onto his back on the bed. Getting rid of his shoes and socks, she went after his pants, wrestling them from his hips and legs. His briefs were all that remained.

Astride his lower legs, Samantha fell forward onto her elbows. Her face stopped inches above the outline of his swollen prick. Eyes brightening, she looked at the virile shape, contemplating it, enjoying it.

Lowering her head, she opened her mouth wide and closed her teeth on Calvin's cock shape with a teasing bite. Starting up near the base, she bit her way down toward the outline of his cock-head, held down between his thighs by his underwear. It was her turn to tantalize and tease.

Presently she looked up at him. "Turn over."

Showing a grin, he complied with her wish. Samantha took hold of his briefs and pulled them from his hips and ass. His tight, rounded ass-cheeks appeared before her eyes and Samantha burned with lust.

Knowing how he must have felt upon first seeing her gorgeous rump, Samantha let her tongue reach out and begin to explore the smoothness of a manly ass-cheek. Perverse pleasures flitted through her system as she gave herself over to unabashed ass-licking.

It wasn't long before the point of her wet probe was flicking deeper into his cleft. Her thumbs dug into the flanking ass and pulled them apart, revealing his asshole, and his balls. As shamelessly as he had, Samantha buried her face in ass and crotch, sweeping her tongue out onto horny privates.