“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted and somehow the guy increased the speed of his hand. By now his was close to hers, his tongue moving along her lips as she repeated, “Yes,” again and again, in rhythm with his movements.
Then she shook like she was coming apart. The scream of pleasure that came with the orgasm followed a moment later, like the thunderous noise following the white light of the atomic bomb. It was muffled, however, when the guy covered her mouth with his own. Still, he continued to pump into her, holding her head back, while she creamed on his hand.
When her body stopped convulsing, his movement slowed, and they both instinctively new it was time to change position, to move to the next stage. Unsure of where Lynn wanted him, he almost stood back, maybe afraid he’d be dismissed now that she was satiated before he got a chance to get off himself.
I knew she was not yet satisfied. One climax was never enough for Lynn.
She brought him close, kissed him quick, then she looked over at me. She gave me a Cheshire cat grin. She was getting everything she wanted and more.
“Sit,” she ordered, and the guy sat on the couch, his ass low so his cock pointed in the air like a silo. Lynn liked that, and ran a fingernail along the underside. His cock jumped as if electrified. No doubt the nails were a bit sharp, it might even have hurt. But now that Lynn was on a roll, pain and pleasure might mix. The demure wife was gone, replaced by a woman in need of a relentless fucking.
She bent at the waist, no doubt with me in mind, providing a perfect view between her legs of her mouth gobbling down his schlong. Her pussy lips were angry and red from the fingering she’d just received—it made them look oh-so-kissable. Her forbidden asshole also looked worth tonguing…
I felt myself ready to blow. Instead of taking my hand away, this time, I just grabbed my own dick and squeezed, like I shoving toothpaste back in the tube.
Our sex life is 99% in the bedroom, so having her take this kid in the living room was exciting enough. What she did next was right out of the porn star handbook. She climbed on the couch, planting her feet on either side of him, and squatted with her pussy right at his mouth. He didn’t need any direction. His tongue started probing ever inch between her legs. She moaned, grinding into his face, holding the back of the couch for leverage. His long tongue spent a lot of time at her little button, but then wound past it and between her labia, wetting them with saliva while at the same time lapping up her girl cum. Finally, the tip of it inched inside her.
“Yes, stick it in.” She arched, leaning back in space, giving him a better angle for penetration. The look on her face was one of concentration… concentrating on feeling every inch of his tongue inside.
They stayed like that for a while. There didn’t appear to be much movement, except his one hand lazily stroked his dick, keeping it hard and at the ready. The other hand gripped her right ass cheek, holding her up like a hand-shaped stool. His tongue must have been doing wonders in there, as she let out occasional whimpers.
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