David Crane: Wife in the back seat

She pulled her lips from the rubber prick. Still strapped into the harness, she dove down to do some tit-sucking, then she kissed and licked her way don the gentle plane of Emma's stomach, pausing to lick into her belly button, then spending some time lapping into her dark cunt-bush.

Bypassing the main course of pussy, Samantha slid on down and worked on Emma's meaty thighs. She licked down one leg and sucked Emma's toes, then lapped back up the other leg.

The bisexual woman was drooling for pussy, but savoring the preliminaries along the way, making a banquet out of Emma's body.

Emma hiked one heavy, solid haunch up. "Eat my ass," she sighed.

Samantha began to run her tongue up through the musky cleft between Emma's meaty ass-cheeks.

She was happy to have shit-hole added to this smorgasbord, eager for an asshole appetizer.

Emma's tiny brown ass-ring was open from the dildo reaming, fluttering softly. Samantha licked lightly into her asshole, then stabbed her lapper in deep as her greedy lips sucked.

She slobbered into Emma's asshole, then sucked her saliva back out, flavored richly, all tart and tangy with the taste of that fragrant passage.

"Ummmm – ummmmm!" she moaned.

Her tongue seemed to be exploring almost as deep as her rubber reamer had probed.

"Ahhhhh – yes – suck ass, Sam!" Emma gasped.

Samantha nudged her nose into Emma's asshole, sniffing and snuffling, then she clamped her lips to it and rimmed and reamed some more.

This can ape was making her ravenous for the entree of Emma's delectable crumpet, and the whole foreplay was making Emma hot to be sucked. Emma had creamed off vent nicely on the dude, but now the horny housewife was as hot as if she hadn't cum in a week.

Emma rolled sideways and came belly up again, her back arched, her cunt tilted up. Samantha's face hovered over Emma's loins, and she was drooling like a glutton as she poised there over a plate of pussy.

Emma was whimpering and jerking her cunt up avidly. She loved to get tongue-fucked.

She loved it so much that she even allowed her husband to go down on her – although she always closed her eyes and thought of female faces as she foamed off.

And it was an equal treat for Samantha, who loved to use her tongue even more than her dildo.

Samantha gazed in adoration at that gooey delicacy for a moment, her mouth watering.

Then she went down to dine…

Samantha fluttered her tongue lightly against Emma's swollen clit.

Emma fairly screamed at the sensation. It felt as if she had plugged her clit into an electric socket.

Samantha sucked on the nub, puffing it slowly into her lips as if she were sucking a tiny prick.

She licked lightly up both unfurled cuntlips, then lapped deeper. Her tongue was ladling out the cunt-cum from Emma's first climax and building her up toward another creamy crest.

Samantha's head moved up and don and her tongue fucked out like a hummingbird seeking nectar in a wet blossom. She lowered her chin to the bed and snaked her tongue into the crack of Emma's ass, gathering up the moisture that had soaked down there.

Her tongue was lapping up the cunt-juice as she licked Emma's ass-crack.

Emma lurched on the bed, mopping her cunt against the cunt-lapper's face. Samantha used only her tongue at first, then fitted her lips to Emma's fuck-slot and began to suck and slurp with gusto.

She held Emma by the cheeks of her jolting ass and lifted her loins up as her head dove in, slurping at the woman's cunt with joy.

Samantha adored the taste and the texture and the sweet bouquet of hot pussy. She used her fingertips to open Emma's cuntgash even wider and lapped at the inner cunt-folds. She tongue-fucked as deeply as she could reach while her mouth sucked on the hairy rim.

Emma held Samantha's head in a scissors grip between her thighs, then threw her legs wide open, feet pumping, ass churning up from the creaking bed.

"Suck, Sam – suck!" she wailed.

But Samantha needed no encouragement as she plated that pussy with enthusiasm.

"Melt in my mouth, darling – feed me your foam," she panted into Emma's steamy cunt.

Emma sagged down and jerked up, rubbing her randy cunt up Samantha's face from chin to cheekbones, painting her a pearly white. Samantha's face looked as if it had been frosted, as if she were eating a vanilla cream bun and getting icing all over her mouth.

Emma's clit detonated.

Cunt-cum swirled down her fuck-chute and flooded into Samantha's mouth.

Samantha sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked, gulping the girl-cum down greedily.

Emma's cunt-cream was as thick and sweet as heated honey, and Samantha cherished every mouthful, savoring it on her taste buds, then drinking it down.

As Samantha gobbled gash, her own cunt was creaming off again, spilling onto the bed – as if the cunt-juice she was swallowing was passing straight through her body and pouring out the other end.

Emma's cumming lasted a long time.

Each time she thought she had peaked out and started to slump back, another spasm jolted her loins and more pussy-cream gushed into Samantha's sucking mouth.

But at last Emma was drained – for now.

She lay back, sprawled out blissfully while Samantha mopped up with her mouth and tongue, savoring Emma's cunt-cum to the last drop.

Samantha had climaxed too, and both women were ready for a break now.

But they knew from past experience that they would be ready for some more dildo and tongue soon.

But now fate took a hand.

Sometimes Clem came home for lunch, if business was slow at the car lot.

Since Samantha was wearing only a raincoat and a fedora – and a rubber cock – they didn't think it was a good idea for him to find her there, if he did happen to show up.

Dumb as he was, he might get suspicious.

So they decided that Samantha should wait in her van for a while, to make sure that the coast was clear for more cunt-lapping in the afternoon.

She put her raincoat and fedora back on. Since it was the simplest way to transport it out of sight, she kept the rubber prick belted to her loins.

She went out and got in her van. Emma stayed in bed so that if Clem showed up she could still pretend that she had a raging headache. And, if he didn't, she would be all ready to welcome Samantha when that lovely cunt-lapper came back in. But Samantha soon got bored, waiting in the cab of her van. She had nothing to read and had run out of cigarettes and, besides, her tongue was getting hot again. She thought about getting into the back of the van, where she had a mattress on the floor, and giving her cunt a good stuffing with the dildo.

But that seemed sort of a waste of time, when she would, hopefully, be back in bed with Emma soon.

Then she had an idea.

She had never met Clem Grubb, and she wanted to get a look at the guy.

Emma always called him old horse-prick. His wife used the term with scorn, but bisexual Samantha found it intriguing. She preferred women, but she enjoyed men, too, and the idea of getting fucked by the monster cock that Clem was reputed to have excited her.

After all, she fucked his wife all the time, so it seemed only fair that she should fuck him, too.

She started the van and drove over to Uncle Clem's Used-Car Lot.

She would play it by ear.

If she got a chance, she would get fucked and, if not, at lest she could find out whether he was still there, or had gone home. Either way, she would get her kicks.

But there was another option she didn't know about.

She parked at the curb outside the car lot. There was no one around and the trailer that Clem used as an office was closed up.

But it could be that he was there, having his lunch in the office.