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Trish placed her middle finger in my pussy and used her index finger to gently clamp my inner lips against her middle finger. She compressed them together and began slightly tugging on them. When she released her grip, waves of pleasure sent a stream of wetness pouring out of me in all directions. Trish realized what her husband liked, because old Bob was between my legs lapping up the rest of his lunch.
For some reason unknown to me, Bob was careful not to touch my clit, but he was darting his tongue in and out of my pussy with such force that I presumed his tongue was a stiff dick. When he finally dipped his fingers deep in my pussy and pulled them out, they were covered with fresh drippings, which he kindly shared with his wife. Bob kept feeding Trish from my pussy until both of their lips were glazed. Then my host and hostess took turns sucking my mouth with theirs, so I would not be left out from tasting my pussy from their lips.
Trish went back to her handiwork while Bob leaned back in a close easy chair, taking in everything between Trish and me, yanking on his dick. She was a master at spreading my inner lips open with her index finger while running her middle finger up and down my pussy in long strokes. She fingered me from the bottom of my clit, without touching it, but each time she seemed to get closer and closer, which got me off simply by thinking about it. Bob must have thought the same thing; he looked like he was ready to bust a nut at any moment. Trish started to enter my pussy a little more and was teasing it from the outside and circling around it, exploring the shape of the opening. She kept getting closer and closer to penetrating me, and by that time Bob was taunting her to “go inside.”
Trish finally went in, with her thumb at first, then with alternating fingers. As she entered me, she was humping me from the back, and I could feel the fine hairs on her pussy tickling my ass as her wet pussy rubbed up against me. I reached back and rubbed her, and she was wetter than I imagined any woman could be. While I was working her pussy, she was working mine, and old Bob had his dick rocking to the beat as well. Just when I thought Trish could not make me any wetter, she started caressing my asshole with a finger she had dampened in her mouth, making small circles around its opening while she did mini-thrusts inside it. As she fucked my ass with her finger, she pinched my pussy lips and tugged on them a little harder. A stinging sensation started to surface from the pinching, but I followed suit and started working her pussy like she was working mine. Old girl tried to keep up by grinding her wet pussy all up in my ass.
By that time, Bob was about to cum and lifted himself from his fetal position and positioned his dick for easy access for me and Trish to maneuver. With a few more strokes, Bob erupted right in Trish’s mouth and fed both of us back and forth, until we were lapping the last remains from each other’s mouth. As Trish gapped my legs open, Bob begged Trish if he could fuck me, and Trish calmly said, “Not until I say you can fuck her!”
Maybe it was my imagination, but old girl’s tone seemed to change a bit. A little more bass was in her voice and Bob appeared to get more docile. Maybe it was me, but it seemed as though Bob was now more the follower than the leader!
Trish soon signaled for Bob to come and relieve her; he obediently followed her instructions. Bob switched places with Trish and she motioned for him to slide me to the edge of the bed. She then spread my legs open with her hands and gazed at my wet and swollen pussy; my clit had almost doubled in size. As she gazed at my swollen clit, she brought hers so close to mine that they were practically kissing. The sight of her wet pussy all up on mine like that made my pussy begin to bubble over.
As she began to finger me with alternating fingers, she started to finger herself as well. Bob was watching as Trish continued to hold my legs open. Bob began fingering both of us while Trish continued to rub her pussy against mine, just enough for me to feel the soft, wet folds of her slit. Our pussy lips felt both soft and sticky, but the sight of pussy on pussy was visual chocolate! Bob started to rock his iron dick back and forth between my ass and then to the back of my pussy. Without notice, it was “popping” in all directions.
Trish’s mouth finally made it down to my glazed pussy. She breathed hard on my clit and then started kissing all around it. She kissed everything but my clit. She kissed my thighs and my belly and continued to tease me until I took her by the hair and held her head captive over my clit and begged her to suck it.
Still teasing me, she looked up and asked, “What do you want me to do?”
Without stuttering, I said, “I want you to suck my clit!”
Finally she began kissing it. She would move away and then come back to it. Move away and then come back to it, and that shit felt so damn good!
She started licking it with nice long strokes, and I could feel her tongue working its way around the lips of my pussy and then dart in and out of it with expert precision. Trish worked her way back to the “bull’s-eye” and ran her tongue down each side of my clit and tickled it underneath. She didn’t miss a spot and I was enjoying every bit of it. Trish swirled her tongue around the hood of my clit and I started rocking my hips back and forth as she started pushing down harder with her mouth. She didn’t come up for air once, and the pressure and rhythm of her tongue on my clit was almost poetic!
I never knew there were so many ways to suck a pussy before hooking up with Trish and her “wonder mouth.” Just when I thought it was all over, Trish enclosed her whole mouth around my clit and started sucking it lightly, as she blew on it with her hot breath. There was no doubt this woman had skills. She kept glancing up at my face; I could tell she was getting off by the way I was moaning and driving my pussy into her face.
She started placing deep, French kisses on my clit and sucking on it until I was ready to cum. The stimulation was toe curling, and as I thought I would fly off the bed, Bob anchored me between his legs while he rubbed and sucked on my protruding nipples. This was the first time in my life that my clit was ever given a blow job. Even though Bob wanted a taste, Trish wasn’t about to turn the pussy loose.
By this time, Trish was shouting at the top of her lungs, “This is my pussy! This is my pussy! This is my pussy!”
Right when she said that, I erupted all over her face. As I rested my head back onto the bed, Trish finally allowed Bob to join her as she leaned forward and started slurping and feasting on what I can rightly call her pussy!
Two Seasons of Dreams
Ahnjel
With a simple “Hello, Kim. How are you?” I knew the hurricane called Us was about to begin again. The man who is and will always be my friend and probable soul mate has carried the label of My Heart for years. If only it had been another place and time long, long ago. Strangely enough, circumstances and obligations had kept us apart. But those same circumstances and obligations had drawn us to one another when our lives became overwhelming. For short spans of time we were each other’s best time. We might go months with no contact, but when we talked again, it was like knowing that you’re home. This particular time it started with an early-morning wake-up call.
Fortunately I had been up for a while, had showered, and was lounging. This conversation led to an invitation for a visit. Once he crossed the doorstep, we settled down to watch a movie and talk. His fingers always had to randomly make contact with my skin. But once our lips touched, I knew the forbidden had begun. I curled my legs across his legs. My head was resting on his chest. His fingers were tangling my hair when he gently pulled my ear to his lips and said, “Can I eat your pussy?”
I was shocked. All I could say was “Okay.”
The thought had crossed my mind but I figured I’d keep that fantasy to myself for a later date. You see, this man was so unassuming. No one knew how much of a freak
he really was. He told me to lie back, relax, and close my eyes. My legs were still curled around his and I rested my head on the pillow. Leaning forward in one sweep, he had my lounging top up to my neck and my nipples were being suckled as by a newborn baby. I was cradling his head as he was sucking and unbuttoning. He took his time, using his tongue to trail down the line of my stomach, then pausing to dart his warm, wet tongue in that mysterious hole we call a navel.
Meanwhile my lounging pants were being pulled and rolled down all in one motion. He had that one-motion deal down to a science. With my legs spread so one was resting on the back of the sofa and the other was placed on the edge with my foot resting on the floor, I stared at him intently as his kisses around my pussy caused me to overflow with the promise of what was to come.
As I moaned here and there, I suddenly heard him whisper to me, “Breathe!”
Opening my eyes, I asked, “I’m not?”
Evidently I was holding my breath; even before his meal had begun. The next thing I knew my leg had moved from the edge of the sofa and was wrapped around his neck because now his tongue was deep, deep inside me. In between the circular motion his tongue was making, he was sucking lightly and consistently on my clit. And then he was watching me watch him. Then with one long lick from the bottom of my pussy opening to the hood of my clit, he lingered right there until I came like a fountain. Still with his face buried as though he was searching for treasure, he had to grab me by my waist because I was arching my back and scooting away like I was on the run. Mind you, that was the farthest thing from my mind, because if I could’ve taken a soldering iron and melded us together until time became endless, I would have. I couldn’t even tell you how long this went on. But I knew one thing: after that session right there, he wasn’t going anywhere.
So as the spring ended and the summer progressed, our relationship blossomed into what women only wish they could have. How could this possibly go on? It was too good. There were circumstances and obligations other than ourselves, but we were on a runaway train. I’d had this particular dream for a long time: to spend the perfect day with that perfect person who is really feelin’ me. And everything I wanted to do within that day goes down as smooth as butter. Not looking for monumental, just the purest of emotional and sexual freedom in my sanctuary of escapism.
Since we were still in constant ecstasy by summer’s end, I took the big leap and extended an invitation to him to spend some time with me at the beach house my girls and I rented for a week. We usually tripped from Saturday to Saturday. We had an open house that first Sunday for family and friends. The rest of the week it was only us and we decompressed. All we did was beach, eat, shop, and chill. Oh! You could also import some dick for the day. Only one overnight stay; it was the law.
