Our mouths and hands were everywhere. We rolled, clinging to one another, toward the hearth and the fire warmed our naked bodies. Almost instinctively we assumed a “69,” and my mouth immediately sucked in her sweet nectar as she bent nearly double with her booted feet in the air. “Nnnnsllppp,” I drooled as my tongue dug deeply into her red, oozing cunt. Then I cried “Aaa-aaahh!” as she took my cock into her mouth in one quick plunge. Since I’d known her, Lindy had been especially aggressive at oral sex, much more so even than her mother. But this night she seemed ravenous, slightly crazed and desperate, as she jammed me into her tight throat while moaning and gasping for breath.
“Ooooh, Nicky, you’re gonna make me cum so quick!” she whined. “Nibble my clit…that’s it!…mark me, honey! she cried as she thrust her cunt at my slavering jaw. “Ohh, yeah! Rough! You know how I like it! Bite me!” she plead. At this point her head was thrown back and she was jerking me off while verbally filling the air with her sensuous demands. I split her clitoral hood with my thumbs and nibbled her little button like a squirrel eating a nut, and she thrashed in response down onto my face, shouting hoarsely in her throat. “Gawdammit, yeah!” she yelled. “Eeeaaat me! Jeezus! I’m gonna…I’m…” and she froze on my face, quivering through a long, protracted orgasm as my teeth and tongue set ablaze all 8,000 nerve endings in her clit. As the arc of her climax reached its nadir, I held onto her trembling hips with joy, imagining the extent of her pleasure. Then the fireworks started, long before Lindy had finished.
I should say, the flashbulbs. Without our – or me – knowing it, Maureen had joined us in her bathrobe with her camera and begun taking photos of our fireside tryst. The first shot was taken over my shoulder as my head was raised, licking away at Lindy’s crotch, then she moved toward her daughter for a close-up. As the girl was alternately yelping and trying to blow me, her mother snapped away, capturing images of Lindy clasping my dripping cock next to her gorgeous face, held against one cheek. Having seen her cum many times, with her eyes closed and her lower jaw trembling through her spasms, I could only imagine the mindless orgasmic look that was registered on film.
Maureen continued photographing as I rolled us over with Lindy still breathing hard. I quickly stuffed pillows under her lower back and she groaned with anticipation as I slipped between her upraised hips, her legs splayed widely, ready to receive me. “You want to fuck in front of your mama, baby?” I asked, looking also at Maureen…almost requesting permission to proceed.
“Oh-Gawd-yes-Nicky-fuck-me-now!” Lindy gasped in a halting manner, digging her nails into my forearms and trying to pull me inside her wet, gaping pussy. I dove into her in one fluid swoop, holding her shoulders off the carpet to prevent abrasions, since her hips were elevated so high on the pillows. “Nnnn-gaaahh!” she yelled as I struck her cervix, then began a mewling in her throat that rose in volume and timbre as she ground up against me. “Awww, Nicky…again! I’m gonna…again!” she screamed as the heels of her leather boots began pounding down on my buttocks. She’d never really come down from her first orgasm, so this one was just icing on the cake. She’d somehow clambered up to a near sitting position supported by my arms, and was thrashing around my deeply-embedded cock while throwing her arms around my neck. At that point I grabbed both of her breasts and began pulling on her nipples, roughly as she’d always liked, and she was off again, hammering her sensitive inner organs against the unyielding meat I was hammering into her. “Fuuuuuuuccckkk!” she finally screamed, as Maureen’s flash camera captured another of her youngest daughter’s implosive orgasms.