Bill Balle - Passion's her game

She groaned, baring her white teeth, tossing her head wildly. She closed her thighs around his cock desperate to keep the hard" head within the itching, burning circlet of the secret hole.

"like me fucking you?" Stevie teased, drawing each word out, working his cock in dexterous punctuation until she was nodding like a puppet on a string.

Gwen was babbling something, even she didn't know what, and she didn't care, consumed in the wet bubbling of her own flesh as he rode up and down on the bounty of her.

Faster, faster, Jesus, trading juices now, both knowing it would kill them if they held back any longer, wiggling more fretfully as she fully oiled out at him, bit up at his frenzied mouth, sucking at it in a strangled lovers' kiss as he shot his thunderous load right up into the heart of her, and then again, thickly, like cannon blasts, feeling her milk it into herself, all their juices boiling and shooting together, wet-splattering together, the velvet-tipped cock and the mouth-watering cunt welding together in the tangled oceans of their comings.

They lay quiet, then, still locked together, the sweat from his hard body making little glistening rivulets on her shoulders cautiously, not wanting to dislodge his spent prick, relishing the sticky warmth that welded their bodies together.

She opened her eyes, staring at him Suddenly she smiled, a slow, sensuous smile of satisfaction.

"My God," she said. "I haven't been raped for twenty years!"

Stevie looked down at her and his smile was pleased.

"You liked it," he said.

"I liked it. My God, is cave-man style your usual method?" She pushed a strand of damp hair out of her eyes and lazily stretched her arms above her head.

"No, I just felt primitive, I guess. My gran-daddy must have been right out of the jungle." His smile was broadening.

"And I thought that maybe with those full lips you might be something of an oral specialist," she said slowly.

"I'm good at that, too."

"I'll bet."

"Want to try me?"

"I kept watching your mouth while you were talking," she said, "and I figured you'd probably be wild. That's what got me started. Maybe that's what ought to end me too."

Stevie smiled. "Have no fear, lady. The end is near!"

Gwen felt his face against the tender flesh of her belly, his rough hands gripping the cheeks of her ass again, his hot breath tormenting her again. He worked on her nipples for a minute or so, sucking each one in turn between his lips and biting them light. His head moved lower and planted a saliva'd kiss at the top of her cunt hair. He spread her white legs just as wide as they would go.

It was then that Gwen noticed he had a bottle of wine he had taken out of a desk drawer, had it opened. He drew her legs up until her knees were almost against her tits.

"Here's to a long and lasting relationship," Stevie said, smiling up at her through the 'V formed by her legs. She could feel his breath playing across the hairs of her pussy. Then she saw him tilt the bottle of wine up and take a long pull on it. But he did not swallow. Instead, his wine-filled mouth covered her snatch, and he spurted a big mouthful of the wine deep into her slit, and Gwen felt like she was taking another load of hot come.

She twisted her ringers in his curly hair and tried to pull his face all the way into her cunt. That's when Stevie's tongue located her clit and wine-flogged it with strong back and forth strokes. Then he went back and got a mouth refill from the bottle. Even when his mouth left her pussy, Gwen never stopped her frantic thrashing of hips. She could feel that warm wine trickling down over the cheeks of her ass, a tiny bit of it even making its way into her anus; and Gwen was coming in multi-orgasms. Mouthful after mouthful he licked into her, caressing the outer lips with his thick lips. Then he sipped the wine from her in slippery tongue lashes, bringing great suctions of wine and cunt juices out of her upraised box.

He lapped at her cunt until the last drops of wine and juice had been drained from it, stopping only to lower his head and lick away the drippings that had reached her buttocks. Just when Gwen was sure she couldn't come again, she felt the fiery spear of his tongue drill into her ass-hole, reducing her once more to a bundle of quivering flesh. When he slid up and kissed her lips for the final time, his mouth tasted of the wine and the tangy taste of her own warm cunt.

Then he looked up at Wendy and asked "How'd I do, Love?"

"I'm sure your job is secure. Ha, Ha."

Of course, it was then Adele's turn with Toni.

The contact of their flesh sent shocks of sensation rioting through Toni. The next instant she "felt the wet warmness of Adele's mouth on her breasts, as her lips plucked excitement at the aroused nipples. Toni gave one big quiver of delight and gave up then. She hugged the other woman's head to her breast and moaned: "Yes! Yes, oh, yes!" The moist kisses left her breasts, then roved over her shoulders and arms, down across the soft slope of her belly. They tingled up and down her thighs and now Toni was panting, twisting and writhing, begging: "Please! Please!"

Suddenly it happened. Acute sensation such as she'd never experienced before burst through Toni in a white-hot flash and her back arched upward, hips quivering as she uttered an agonized but welcoming cry from deep in her throat. Her hands found Adele's hair and tangled in it, caressing, holding. The following moments became eternity.

They brought their naked bodies together and automatically Adele reached out, running her hands again and again over the pulsing flesh of Toni's breasts, pausing to finger the nipples which grew lovingly stiff beneath the rough touch. Toni's bronzed body was stretching and twisting provocatively. Her breasts rolled back and forth enticingly, her hips moved suggestively, and her long, trim legs flexed open in invitation.

Adele knew exactly what she wanted. She reached out for Toni's waist, pulling her close and sank her teeth into Toni's bare shoulder. Toni winced, but at the same time shuddered in pleasant anticipation, slithered forward, and, as the tips of her tits grazed the other woman's, she could feel Adele's nipples respond too.

Adele murmured a passionate animal sound and brought her face expectantly towards Toni's. They pressed their open mouths together, and the tongue duel was on, first in Toni's mouth, then in Adele's. Adele's hands moved along her back, then down, coming to rest demandingly on the firm twin mounds of Toni's lovely ass, pulling the moaning woman in even closer. Toni felt the fingers gripping her buttocks, then moving down into the cleft valley, nudging at the rectal slit. Toni gasped as the finger entered-a sweet delicious feeling. Toni could feel Adele's heart beating rapidly beneath the small breasts that massaged her own full tits.

Adele began nipping excitedly at Toni's ear, but suddenly she moved quickly away and reversed her position.

"Oh, baby," she murmured, "we gotta-"

Adele's body contorted in ecstasy as she made sweet lesbian love to Toni, her hair tickling at the wide-open legs, the hard little breasts raking Toni's moving stomach.

Adele emitted a soft cry through gritting teeth, and the heat of her murmur breathed deep into Toni's cunt. Her nails raked Toni's buttocks, greedily wanting more, MORE! ALL OF IT! Her strong legs flailed around Toni's ears as fleshy spasms overtook them both. That warm tongue was working away with renewed passion deep inside Toni's belly, blazing a stimulating trail that had Toni's whole body tingling.

"Ohhh, I can't stand it anymore. Chew the inside out of me! Take me!" Toni groaned out her lost-foundling cries, as Adele's tongue went plowing and owning, and she flung her legs high and apart, the mouth forever dipping and sucking at her full of the endless, flavored flow of her. That taffy jewel was slipping and sliding in Adele's mouth, and Toni soared to even new summits as she moaned and shot her bottom upwards in fresh and covetous hunger. She soared again and again to the heights of breathtaking fulfillment, no longer aware of time nor place nor anything but the demands and satisfaction of her own body.