"Naughty aunt Susan" - читать интересную книгу автора (Taylor Ron)

CHAPTER EIGHT

She called to him through the open bedroom door and I heard him reply in a warm, pleasant voice. I sat huddled on the bed, a sheet pulled up to cover my body, and I wondered if Belinda always introduced him to her casual sex partners. Somehow I felt just a bit disappointed in her. I had thought I'd discovered a soulmate by such fortuitous chance, and now it appeared that I was just an afternoon's fling as far as she was concerned. Shouldn't I feel cheap, used, exploited? Probably, but the afterglow of the come I had shared with her refused to fade so abruptly as that.

He came through the door, neat and dapper in a stylish suit, and he smiled in greeting. Belinda led him to the bed and she said, "Pam, this is my husband David. He's the best lawyer in the Midwest, and if we stay in Athens he should be county attorney within a couple of years. David, love, this is Pamela Crosby. She's a delicious bedful, but she's very down on the male species. Isn't that a shame?"

"Definitely," he said, his eyes twinkling at me. I couldn't resist their charm, and I found myself smiling.

"Have you been a good boy today?" Belinda asked him, her hand coming to rest on the front of his pants.

"Aren't I always?"

"The best," she agreed, and she dropped to her knees before him. She was naked, of course somehow that didn't seem unusual to me, since I'd come to be well acquainted with her nude body – but I wasn't really ready to see Belinda unzip her husband's trousers and pull his cock into the limelight.

His prick was soft then, though longish and nicely shaped, and she cuddled his rod in the palm of a hand for a moment, cooing to it and blowing warm breath across its barrel. Her eyes met mine – I saw a gleaming shade of blue take control – and she began to kiss and lick David's tool.

I blushed. Belinda had confessed that she and her husband were into swapping and group encounters, but I'd never really been, and I felt just a bit embarrassed to see her giving him such intimate attention before my eyes.

It got more intimate. She held his cock by the tip, her mouth moving rapidly up and down the stalk. I thought of a typewriter carriage, or of someone nibbling an ear of corn. My face was as red as the interior of my pussy now.

David's face was calm and his eyes studied me. His cock didn't share his apparent serenity. He wasn't erecting swiftly – Belinda was only toying with his cock, kissing it, licking it, sliding its tip on her cheeks and lips and nose – but his pink tool was getting pinker as it began to fill with lusty blood.

His cock was perhaps half-stiff when she opened her mouth and sucked it in. Her eyes were open as she blew him, and I thought that unusual. I almost always close my eyes – it seems an automatic reaction – but she didn't, and sometimes she looked towards me. More often, though, she gazed up at her husband's face with love and affection shining. Neither of them seemed the least bit shy about doing this in front of me. David petted her golden hair as she sucked his cock, and he smiled at me once in a while, too. Well, she'd said they were into group encounters. I suppose this was old hat to them.

I was jealous. Belinda had enjoyed me with that same girlish enthusiasm, and it hurt me to see her sharing it with someone else. Even if he was her husband. I felt betrayed and abandoned.

David held out his hand, the fingers moving in subtle invitation. An invitation to me. I shook my head, pulling the sheet up to my neck. "Sure?" he asked, and Belinda's eyes were focused on my own. Was this hypnotism? If it was, it worked. I let the sheet drop and I crawled towards the two of them.

My hand and David's locked and I rose on my knees. He bent into me and our lips met. He crushed my mouth with a kiss that was simultaneously gentle and raging, and I was astonished when I felt my tongue slipping between his lips of its own volition. David caught my tongue in his mouth and he sucked it warmly, and his hand was strong around my shoulders.

When our lips parted he had a smile for me, and he said, "You taste like Belinda." I started to laugh and my hands encircled him and my head pressed closely to his chest. He hugged me in return, and we clung until I heard Belinda call my name.

"Your turn?" she asked, holding his red, stiff cock in her hand. Her lips were curled into a wet smile that wasn't half so wet as the cock she'd just taken from her mouth.

I sank down and my fingers replaced hers on David's tool. First I stroked his prick from tip to root, falling immediately in love with its hard male texture, and then I stuffed it greedily into my mouth.

I sucked his cock like a two-dollar slut in a back alley. My head bobbed back and forth, as fast as I could make it shake, and my lips were a tight ring on the perfect badge of his manhood. His cock was long enough and thick enough to make sucking it a real pleasure, and if he enjoyed it half as much as I did, he must have been ecstatic. But his serenity was a tougher nut to crack than all that. Even when I moved like a piston, he stood calm and still, touching me as I gorged myself on cock, and Belinda was beside me, her lips and teeth kissing and nipping my cheek and neck and shoulder. Her hands were on my tits, but she didn't have to tease my nipples to stiffness. Nature had already taken care of that. All she could do was play with the pink thrusting caps of my tits, and she did that indeed.

I shifted around so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed accepting the oral penetration of David's rod. Belinda worked her head between my body and her husband's, and she began to nurse the tips of my boobs while her fingers splayed my pussy and slipped inside for some tricky games.

David put his hands on my head, and his fingers were very strong. He gripped me tightly, but he didn't try to take over the action the way boys usually do when they're getting excited. His loins moved, of course, and his cock eased into my mouth in slow sweeping plunges that didn't interfere with the sucking pattern I'd already set up.

I wanted to do it right, to show him that I knew how to eat a cock, but that wasn't to be. Belinda had been working on him, and with her mouth he must have been at least a little heated up by the time I started sucking. And my sucking became more gluttonous with each passing second. I twisted my head and tried out different lip pressures for the hell of it, and I used the tip of my tongue on the knob and sides of his pecker as it visited and revisited the different parts of my mouth.

Belinda's lips were affixed to my navel and her tongue was rimming me there while her fingers played happily in the glove of my cunt. She was doing naughty things to my clitoris with those fingers and I felt a heated flush spreading across my body, centering in my swollen boobs. The nipples felt as if they were alive, throbbing on my chest, and each time Belinda twanged my clitoris I hummed and sang to her husband's dick.

I must have done it one time too many. David suddenly exploded in my mouth, and I had his cum dripping from the corners of my lips while I tried to swallow it down.

He shot me lovingly, filling my mouth with the nectared sweetness of his jizz. It was thick and plentiful and it was too good to swallow. I wanted to savor it for all time to come. But realities are realities, and I drank it down nonetheless. Not all of it. David could really squirt out his stuff. He was like a fountain in my mouth, and the overflow dripped in sticky white trails from my lips, some of it falling onto Belinda's face as she mouthed my belly button.

She looked up, wondering, perhaps, what rain might be sprinkling her, and her face was right in line with me, so I let a big creamy glob of cum fall from my mouth onto hers. She smiled and licked it up greedily, her fingers coming up at once to save the other surplus droplets that had splattered on the rising curves of my tits. She stuffed her wet fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean, and in the process she was able to play with my nipples just when they needed it.

The steady flickety-flick of her nails made me twitch and ache inside, and tat, coupled with the tickling Belinda had already given me and the sensation of having her husband's dick erupting in my mouth, set off a familiar set of seismic waves in the region of my ovaries. I whimpered with my rising come and my lips trembled around David's cock, which stayed hard in my mouth even though he'd just spilled a king's ransom of sperm.

David took his rod from my oral grip – by then I wasn't really feeling anything in my lips and only the sudden emptiness told me he was gone – and he stepped back a pace or so, where he began to undress quickly.

Belinda laid me out on the bed, petting my shuddering body as she did, and we shared a mutual cummy kiss of passion. When her face moved away, I could see that David was naked now, and that he was coming to join us on the mattress.

He and Belinda made a perfect couple. Where she was golden and ultra feminine, he was dark and very much a man. His body was a good one, I thought, trim and conditioned, neither skinny nor over muscled, and he wasn't hairy. I don't like hairy guys. David's chest was nearly as smooth as mine, much flatter, too, and I touched it with my hand as he settled down beside me. His nipples were hard, just as mine and Belinda's were, and it was nice to roll my fingers on them. Some guys don't enjoy that, but he did, very much, and he covered my hand with his.

"Pam doesn't like men," Belinda announced solemnly as her husband touched me on the cunt. "Why is that?" David wondered, slipping two fingers into my hole. They were long fingers, I noticed, and they had playful impulses which David Rodgers should have patented and put on the aphrodisiac market straightway. He could have made a fortune.

"Too many boys have dumped on me," I said absently, my hips moving as his fingers worked inside my twat. "I thought I'd give them up, stick to girls, you know? Uh, could you do that one more time? Please?"

"I know what your problem is," Belinda suggested into my ear. "You've been screwing around with too many boys. Why don't you try a man for a change? I don't think I'm bragging when I say I've got the best anywhere."

She had a point. There was something about David I liked very much, and it wasn't simply the way his fingers tickled me cuntally from the inside out, though that was a big part of it. He was very masculine, but he had a gentleness to him as well. He didn't have to be blatant about his manhood because, apparently, he had nothing to prove to anyone.

His lips touched my neck and moved down my breastbone. When they found my left nipple, I wanted to cry out in delight. If there was such a thing as perfect tit-sucking, he was doing it to me, right now.

He raised his face from my tit and he asked, "Would you like to fuck, Pam?" So polite, so considerate! I didn't know whether to giggle or laugh. I wasn't really used to having guys ask permission. So I giggled and then laughed and then I nodded a big yes to him, and David moved between the legs I was already spreading wide for him.

His cock hadn't deflated yet – God, what control he must have I and he rubbed it on the outer flesh of my cunt before he prepared to enter me. He was hot and slightly wet and stiff as hell, and the constant tickling of his dick made me squirm in longing. "Hurry," I implored.

"If that's what you want," he said right back, and he put his knob on the slice of my gash. My copper hairs parted for him, and I think my cunt even popped open to give him a clear shot at where I lived.

"Don't be too savage at first," Belinda counseled. "She's having her period."

"No wonder she's so horny," David said. "But I'd already noticed, anyway," and he held up a red-smeared finger. Belinda eyed it this way and that, and then she opened her mouth and began to suck on it.

"Oh, God," I said, overcome by the craziness of her action. I lifted my cunt and bumped it against the tip of David's dick, and he remembered that I was there. He leaned forward and drove his cock into my cunt with a fierce impetuous thrust that brought his belly to mine almost immediately.

I moaned when I felt his rod inside me, and I clasped him in the compass of my legs. David grabbed me by one tit and he started to fuck me.

Jesus, I told myself. If I was married to this guy, I wouldn't trade him around at swap parties. Belinda must be out of her fucking mind! He was good, the best I'd ever had.

His cock romped and sported in my cunny. There were no other words to describe the situation. He fucked me with a wicked expertise that I was certain could become addictive in about two and a half seconds.

How could I begin to compare him with any of the other guys I'd balled? There were no grounds for comparison. This, I was certain, was what screwing was all about. David wasn't hunching me just to get his rocks off. He saw it as a meeting of our bodies and desires, a meeting that would be absolutely wasted unless both of us enjoyed it, and he screwed me accordingly. Or, shouldn't I say, we screwed accordingly.

I loved it. When his cock plumbed me deeply, deeper, it seemed, than I had ever been fucked before, I wanted to leap into the air and take him with me. His big prong spread my cunt-lips widely and jiggled my clitty in its prepuce of flesh, and he held his belly upon mine while he shook his rod inside me to let me feel the full impress of its presence.

We were in a world of our own while we screwed, but it was a world that had room for at least one more person. As my cunt began to suck and gulp at David's cock, Belinda took my face in her hands and turned it towards her. Her lips fell upon mine and her tongue jabbed inside me, fast, hard, just the way I was getting it cuntally from her husband. She was excited, too. How many times can you still get off watching your man ball another chick? I wondered, and I had no answer for my question.

She tongued me just as hard and fast as her husband fucked me, and I diddled her tongue with my own as it prodded in and out. David was holding one of my tits, and Belinda got her hand on the other one, gripping ft fiercely but lovingly. I couldn't have fallen into better company if I'd put an ad in an underground newspaper, I thought smugly. They were beautiful, people and I felt beautiful just being with them here, now, fucking and living. Belinda stopped kissing me abruptly, and I wondered why. In a minute or so I found out. Her head had drifted southward and she was between her husband's legs and mine, using her mouth to wet the round in which our sex organs did battle. I felt her tongue prod into my cunt alongside the stabs of David's cock, and if I had the Oxford English Dictionary at my side, I couldn't find enough words to tell you how it felt. She must have been sucking his balls alternately with her swipes across my split cunt, because every now and then I could feel David stiffening against me and plunging a particularly deep, penetrating pecker stab into my hole. And then Belinda's tongue would follow David's peter, follow it lustily, massaging every part of me that his cock was ignoring as well as a few places that I thought he had already tickled to perfection. She moaned as she mouthed, too, and the humming of her voice made my pussy pout.

Oh, maybe it was just the menstrual sensitivity, I thought. That, and the horniness that always accompanies my period. Maybe that was why I was getting into this so heavily. I didn't know. I didn't know a Goddamned thing, to be precise.

It might have been his cock, it might have been her mouth. Whichever, I found myself exploding in an atom bomb orgasm right about then, while David's peter kept plunging up and down my cunt and Belinda's fast-moving tongue flipped me time after time in a demonstration of what eroticism was all about.

My cunt juice flowed in a never ending stream that made David's cock ride wet and sloppy, and the twitches of my pussy muscles would have caused a dozen men to give up the fight and spray me with their pecker-snot. The waves of my cum rolled and flooded in my belly, out my pussy, everywhere. I couldn't feel anything, yet I could feel everything. It was the weird sensation that happens when I come. If Belinda still had her lips in the contested ground she was getting a mouthful of my jism, and more power to her!

I was like melted ice cream inside. Was I the same girl who, not an hour ago, had been certain that her life's destiny lay in eating cunts? I couldn't believe it. Belinda was fight. I'd been fucking too many boys. Today I'd taken on my first man.

David kept on ramming me, his strokes sure and steady. I couldn't endure them another second. "No," I whined, "stop!"

He stopped, God bless him! The lips of my snatch were so raw he'd have scraped them bloody in another second. I felt his cock leave my cunt, lingeringly, regretfully, and then his body was no longer perched above mine. I breathed a sigh of relief amid the shivering tremors of my come; and when my eyes cleared, I saw that David had found another resting place for his prick.

Gorgeous Belinda, my darling of darlings, was lying on her tummy while David slammed her from behind. She had her ass up in the air, doggy-style, and her sweet voice begged him to fuck her harder, faster. Oh, she was too much! And so was he!

The peak of my come began to ebb, and I didn't want that to happen. I slid towards them, and I shoved my cunt into Belinda's face.

"Eat me again," I pleaded, "while he screws you!"

She didn't have to be asked twice. Her mouth fastened upon my bloody, wet snatch and she began to show me once more what cunt-eating was all about. Her mouth was a musical instrument. She should have been in a concert orchestra. I could see Leonard Bernstein waving his baton as an indication for Belinda to start munching a juicy, fuzz-downed pussy, just the way she was munching mine right now. I jammed my box into her face and gave her full rein.

She was a girl who could do two things at the same time. She could be fucked and give marvelous head simultaneously. Oh, the next time they revised the dictionaries, I had a perfect, one word definition far "honey". It was spelled B-E-L-I-ND-A, just as she had it spelled on the bosom of the shirt she'd worn today.

Her hands kept me spread wide and her tongue flailed on my labes and button. I wanted to open even wider, to drag her head inside me. Belinda was a passable hand with watercolors, but her cunt-lapping technique was pure artistry.

She was better for me now than she had been while we were alone, earlier this afternoon. I suppose it was David's presence. They had a good thing going, those two, and I hope that someday I can find a guy who shares my open mind and can make a good thing for me and him. If I do, the two of us will spend a lot of time with the two of them.

David's face was getting tense as he screwed Belinda from the rear, and I wondered how near he was to coming. Me, I had scarcely stopped since he fucked me. And now Belinda was making my orgasm stretch on indefinitely with those tongue swipes on my trigger and the plunges into my rippling, churning hole. I hoped it would be this good when she exploded, too, and from the way she moaned while she ate me, I knew she was going to have a release definitely worth writing home about.

It came. David shoved his cock all the way into her cunt and he grabbed her ass with both hands. Belinda rocked and rolled against him, her mouth going absolutely wild on me, and the cream I was having boiled over the edges of the pot.

She raised her face from my gash and she yelled in joy, and then she seemed to collapse onto the bed, unable to do another fucking thing except moan and writhe.

David pulled his hard cock out of her hole and it jiggled in the air as he surveyed his kingdom. Two orgasmic women, both of them transported to realms of gold and silver. He put his hand on his dick, and I thought he was on the point of jacking himself off. But not at all!

He moved towards me, faster than I'd ever guessed a horny man could move, and he shoooovvvveeeeeddd that big dong of his up my wet slice. Scream was all I could do, scream and wrap my legs around him.

When he pushed his prick into me, it was like being fucked by a telephone pole. My cunt was alive with sensation and I was sopping wet inside. I sucked him up my quivering hole and I held him there, so firmly he had to fight his way back out for a fresh fucking stroke. But it was worth the fight. I knew that from the way it felt when he gave it to me, as well as from the sigh he made when he did it. His cock seemed enormous now, swollen far beyond his normal length and thickness, or maybe it was just the heightened sensitivity of my pussy.

Belinda's moaning face lay just beyond the edge of my thigh, and I could see that she wanted to be with us, but she couldn't. Her orgasm was too intense to let her move even so short a distance. All she could manage was to lie on her stomach crying and whimpering. I touched her head while David fucked me, and my hand slid across her sweating face until her mouth trapped my fingers and she sucked them as if they were five separate cocks inserted at once.

If there were a contest for stud of the century, David Rodgers would have to be my own endorsed candidate. I could imagine how it would be to fuck Mick Jagger or Warren Beatty or Elton John, but I know what it's like to be screwed my David's fuck tool, and no fantasized celebrity hump could halfway compare. Once again I wondered how his wife could endure the thought of his pecker being inside another woman for even a second. If he were mine, I'd keep him locked up in a room, letting him out only when I was horny, and if he were mine, I'd be horny all the fucking time.

His pole explored me. It reamed me. Most of all, it fucked me. If a woman needs any more than that, I must have missed a sex-ed lecture somewhere along the line. Lilly was gonna have to live with this. I mean, she could have me whenever it was convenient for both of us, and I'd be delighted to oblige her, but to give up hetero fucking, now that I'd found out what it was all about? Not on your life! The lesbian life had just lost a would-be convert.

He couldn't last forever, I was certain, but it seemed like forever that he fucked me. And all the while Belinda's moaning lips were so close I could have touched them with my hand. But I didn't want to. Both my hands were engaged in touching David's body as he screwed me.

"Now," he groaned, and he jerked his cock from my reluctant slit. I screamed when he pulled it out of my cunt, and I called him an inconsiderate son of a bitch, but I watched all the same as he wrapped his hand around his pole and started to shuck it.

Just like a porno actor, I thought, as his jizz began to spray upon me, and I wondered why he hadn't left his dick in me. That was what I hated about sex movies. The guys always had to pull it out and jerk it off so the cretins in the back row could be assured they'd seen a real sex act performed for their benefit.

David's peter began to spit out a fresh load of cum. It flew onto me in hot, heavy spurts that splattered on my belly and tits, and then he turned away, still handling his peter. He hadn't finished squirting. More of his cum blew from the slitted tip of his dick, and that precious more took Belinda square in his face. She lifted her head, mouth open, and I could see that he was aiming for her parted lips. Glob after glob flew between them, and she moaned to take it.

My own orgasm hadn't exactly let up, and I could only twist and writhe in delight as I watched David jack himself to completion. His cum flew everywhere, some of it upon Belinda, the rest upon me. He seemed to have a never-ending supply stored away in his balls.

We came together, the two females in this party and we drank David's sperm from mouth to mouth and back again. Belinda's mouth was redolent with jism, and so was mine once I'd kissed her. And then David was lying with us, his mouth touching ours, the sticky cream flowing from one to the other, our bodies melting together in a pile that truly made the three of us one.

A long time afterward, an eternity of eternities, I lifted my head and said, "Jesus, I'd better call my aunt and tell her I'll be a little bit late this evening. That is, if the two of you think you can maybe go another round."