I Married a Nympho

I Married a Nympho Part-2

(Short recap from Part-1)

After a shower–during which I ate her pussy more thoroughly, getting her to orgasm and push what was left of her triple-load of spunk into my mouth–we were lying in bed, cuddling.

“Thank you, again, baby,” she said after kissing my cheek. “I don’t think I realized how much I missed that nympho-life that I used to live.” She paused a moment, and added, “Do you think that maybe we could do that again? I don’t mean all the time. Just for a special occasion, like a birthday, or our anniversary, or something.”

I leaned over and kissed her, and said, “Which anniversary is leather? That could be an interesting gift for a night out on the town.”

(Part-2)

As one might expect, once the door to the nympho barn was open it might be closed again for a while, but there was no locking it shut.

About a month and a half later, Paula and Greg were at a nice restaurant celebrating a deal she had closed at work. She was wearing a slinky red dress with a low-cut top, and no bra. He knew she was feeling frisky because she was flirting rather openly with our good-looking, young waiter.

She asked him a question about the menu, and when he stepped over close to her to see where she was pointing, she made sure that he had a good view down her dress. She thanked him for his suggestion on what she might like, and gave his leg a friendly pat.

When he left with their drink order, Greg leaned in across the table, and said quietly to her, “I think I know a certain nympho whose juices are probably as hot as a cup of au jus.”

“That obvious?” she said with a smile.

“It was to me,” he said. “I’d be surprised if the kid couldn’t smell your pussy.”

“Are you okay if I take things beyond flirting?” she asked suggestively. “It’s been a while since you gave me a free pass.”

“Go for it,” he said. “It’s been a long time since I’ve watched you work your pick-up magic; and never while sitting in the same booth with you. You were a hot single-chick those times; now you’re a hot married nympho.”

“Thanks, baby,” she said with a huge smile. “I wish you could reach under the table and feel how wet I am. When the hell did long table cloths go out of style, anyway?”

“I’m thankful I chose to wear my dark slacks tonight,” he responded. “I have a feeling I’m going to have a good wet-spot on my leg before we leave.”

When the waiter came back with their drink order Paula was sucking on the end of one of the fat breadsticks, and licked its tip seductively as the kid set her drink in front of her.

He flicked a quick glance at Greg, and he pretended to be looking at my menu.

While the kid had been gone, Paula had done a little shifting and adjusting of the top half of her dress, so that when she asked him another question about her menu and he sidled up next to her, his view of her cleavage included a fair amount of her dark nipples. Nipples whose stiff nubs were producing sexy little tents in the light fabric.

As he stood there–right up against the end of her booth–pointing out items that she might like, Paula had her arm firmly against his leg. As she turned a page, she slid her arm forward and back like she was playing a cello.

When he finally left with our order he held the menus in front of himself, no doubt to hide the bulge his boner was producing.

“You are such a cock-tease,” Greg said. “That poor kid’s probably going to go into the men’s room and beat off before the end of his shift.”

She laughed, and said, “If I thought I could get away with it, I’d go in and do it for him.”

For the next hour, no one at any of the tables or booths that the kid was waiting on got half the attention that Paula and Greg did. And Paula did everything she could in a public setting to make sure the kid knew she was interested.

Finally, after he had refilled their water glasses for like the sixth time, copped a quick shot down Paula’s dress, and left, Greg leaned in and asked her just above a whisper, “Now that you have your hook firmly set, what are you going to do? Are you going to sneak him into the ladies room and give him a blowjob?”

“As kinky as that sounds,” she replied quietly, “I’m hoping for a much longer session with him. And if I just sucked him off in a toilet stall, it would be hard to share his spunk with you. And I assume you’re up for that. Knowing you’re going to clean me out is one of the kinky, nasty things that makes me so hot while I’m getting fucked.”

“Well, I’d hate to deprive you,” her hubby said with a grin.

“You know you love it!” she replied. “Eating my freshly fucked cunt and sucking the jism out of it.”

“True,” he said, “but the question still stands. What are you going to do? You going to fuck him in the backseat of his car?”

Just then the kid came back and asked if we’d like to see the dessert menu.

“Oh, I’m definitely in the mood for some kind of after-dinner treat,” Paula said seductively.

Greg almost laughed at the cheesiness of the line.

When the kid left to go get the menus, she took a small pad and a pen from her purse, scribbled a note, and then slid out of the booth. “I need the ladies room,” she said and headed off.

Greg watched the kid start back toward our table, but when he noticed Paula not there, he veered off and went someplace else.

When she came out of the ladies room, she paused and looked around. When she found the kid she set her direction and speed to intercept him on his way back to the kitchen.

She smiled brightly as she chatted with him, but at the distance I had no idea what she might be saying. As they parted, Greg caught a quick and subtle hand movement, and saw her stick something into his pants pocket.

When she got back to the table, he said, “Nice slight-of-hand there. What did you put in the kid’s pocket?”

She smiled, and answered, “A note… wrapped in my panties.”

He laughed, and said, “Subtle as a brick through a window. What did the note say?”

“It said, ‘Dessert’s on me. What time do you get off work? Text me.‘ And I gave him my number.”

He laughed, again, and said, “That should remove any questions he might have been having.”

From the corner of my eye, Greg noticed the kid heading for the men’s room, and half a minute later Paula’s phone chirped.

She read the text and replied. After another half minute, she read and replied, again. A few seconds later, she got a third text, which she answered with a single emoji.

She put her phone away, looked at me, and said, “I’m going to meet him at his apartment about 11:30. He gave me a thumbs-up, and I blew him a kiss.”

“No emoji for what you really want to blow, huh?” Greg said.

On the way home in the Uber Paula and Greg had to behave themselves, but once they got into the house, she said, “The kid doesn’t get off until eleven; you want to fuck before I go?”

“Let’s leave him a nice fresh pussy,” Greg answered. “I’d hate to have mixed tastes in there when you come home and I eat your sloppy just-fucked cunt.”

She smiled, and said, “You want a blow job?”

“Actually, I’m going to go for a nice big build-up,” he said. “You gave me a pretty good start at the restaurant, but how about if you tell me one of your nympho stories while I leave my dick in my pants and let it add to my wet spot?”

He sat on the couch, and she lay down on her back beside me, with her head in his lap. She could obviously feel the bulge of his dick on the back of her head, and she rocked it to give it a rub while smiling up at him.

He leaned down and lifted her head at the same time, and gave her a hot kiss. When he settled her back into his lap, he gently caressed her neck and her cheek, and traced a finger tip through the curls of her ear. She responded with closed eyes and a contented hum.

Pretending to be a hypnotist, he said soothingly, “You’re going back in time; you’re a young woman; you’re in high school… or is it college? Tell me what you’re seeing; what you feel.”

She chuckled, and then played along. “I’m in a room,” she said. “It’s a dorm room. There are four of us; two guys and another girl.”

“How old are you?” Greg asked in the role of shrink.

“Nineteen, I think, doctor. But there’s booze there–rum and Coke–so one of us must be twenty-one… or at least look it,” she answered with her eyes still closed.

“Very good,” he encouraged. “What are you doing?”

“We’re watching a basketball game,” she answered. “The other girl and my boyfriend are rooting for the Lakers, but her boyfriend and I are Nicks fans.”

She then explained how they were playing a drinking game taking swallows every time the opponent’s team scored.

“By the start of the third quarter, we were all feeling pretty loose,” Paula went on, “and Dave–my boyfriend–suggests we switch to strip-basketball. Every time a team scores, the opposite rooters have to take off an article of clothing, alternating between which one with each score.

“Both teams were pretty hot, and it didn’t take long before we were all jumping around and cheering completely naked,” Paula continued. “Then Beth upped the ante, and said that we should have to perform some challenge for each score since our clothes were all gone. It was the beginning of the fourth quarter before we had some rules figured out, and as play began, Beth called out, ‘Loser has to jerk off until their team scores again!’

“The Lakers scored first, and since Bob had to perform the challenge if the Nicks had an odd total at the moment, he took his dick in his hand and began giving it long slow stokes.

“‘That’s not jerking off!’ Beth complained. ‘That’s diddling with yourself! Beat that thing like you really mean it!’

“He spit in his hand and began jerking off for real, which lasted a while, because there was a foul and they had to set up for the free throws and the guy missed the first one.

“Of course that basket meant that it was Beth’s turn to accept a challenge, and Bob said, ‘Kiss Paula until the next score.'”

“I had never kissed a girl before, but between the booze, being naked, and watching Bob pound his dick, I was ready for just about anything. Beth seemed a little reluctant, but once we locked lips she came around quickly, and pulled me into a tight tit to tit hug.

“We easily got lost in the moment, chewing passionately on each other’s mouths and tangling our tongues together, but the guys got lost watching us, and I think three baskets were scored by the time we broke.

“We figured out it was Dave’s turn to take a challenge, and Beth–as last looser–got to set it again. ‘Kiss Bob’s pecker until the next basket,’ she told him.

“The two guys just looked at each other for a few seconds. Finally, Bob shrugged and said, ‘I’m okay with it.’

“‘Sure you would be!’ Dave said. ‘It’s your pecker and my lips!’ But reluctantly, he went down to his knees. He turned his head and without touching Bob’s dick with his hand, he planted a kiss on its side.

“‘No, no, no!’ Beth said. ‘You have to kiss it on the head!’

“‘You didn’t say that,’ he challenged.

“‘You didn’t say Paula and I had to kiss on the mouth, but it was pretty well understood,’ she told him.

“‘Okay, okay,’ he said and pursed his lips in front of Bob’s dick–which now had a good drop of pre-cum on it.

“He closed his eyes and made kissy lips, but I could see he had his teeth clenched together like he had lockjaw. That dick-head was not getting past his lips! It was really funny to watch.

“As soon as the next basket dropped, he pulled away, grabbed his shirt, and wiped his lips so hard he must have taken a couple layers of skin off, too. The rest of us just laughed.

“That basket made it my turn to get a challenge, and Dave’s turn to come up with it. I think he was mad that I was laughing, so he told me, ‘Stick your tongue up Beth’s pussy until the next basket!’ I’m sure he thought he was getting back at me, but I couldn’t have asked for a better challenge. I’d been bi-curious for a while, and this forced me to take the plunge.

“Beth sat on the couch with her lovely naked ass on the edge, and spread her legs. I got down between them, stuck my tongue out as far as I could, and leaned forward. It slipped between her pussy lips and into her cunt-hole, and I kept pushing deeper until my whole face seemed to be mashed into her pussy.

“God, I can still remember all those first-time sensations! The musky smell of her spread-open crotch, the salty taste of her pre-cum pussy-juice, the warmth, and the wet, silky, smoothness of her cunt-hole! I knew right then I was bi for life!

“I quickly went way beyond stick your tongue up Beth’s pussy, and began eating my first cunt. I lapped it; I kissed it; I sucked it; I flicked her clit with my tongue and sucked on the little nub.

“And Beth was moaning and groaning and mewing and holding my head in place, which, of course threw more fuel on the flames, and I went at her luscious pussy like I was trying to get my whole face inside it.

“I don’t know how many baskets went by while the guys watched me eating cunt, but finally, Dave said, ‘Um, okay. You’ve probably satisfied the challenge. They’ve scored a bunch of times.’

“I lifted my face from Beth’s pussy, and said, ‘Fuck them! And fuck the whole game; I found something better to do. And you can fuck me, if you’d like!’ As I put my face back into Beth’s drenched pussy I got up on my knees and wiggled my ass.

“Dave was never one that needed to be asked twice, and he was on his knees behind me in a shot. He rubbed his drooling dick-head up and down my crack a couple times and then leaned in and pushed his stiff cock up my burning cunt. Holy fuck! Why had I not discovered bisexuality before!

“Not to be left out, Bob stood up on the couch and stuck his boner in Beth’s mouth. She bobbed and sucked, and he rocked and fucked, shaking the whole couch.

“Dave was pounding his cock up my cunt about as hard and fast as he could, which was rocking me and getting me to face-fuck Beth’s pussy at his same pace.

“All of a sudden, Beth pulls off Bob’s dick, and calls out, ‘Switch! I want to taste Dave’s cunt-flavored cock in my mouth!’

“About three seconds later I had Bob’s fatter and longer dick pounding up my cunt, and Beth was sucking my pussy juice off Dave’s cock while he fucked her mouth.

“My orgasm was approaching pretty quickly, and I could tell that Beth’s was, too. ‘Cum in my mouth, baby!’ I told her, almost talking into her cunt.

“She pulled off Dave’s dick, and answered, ‘Oh, fuck! Me too! I want to eat your cunt, too!”

“We all disengaged, and I was quickly on my back with Beth on top of me in a sixty-nine. She squatted her pussy onto my face, and clamped her mouth over my cunt.

“Holy fuck! I’d had my pussy eaten by guys before, but like the song says, There ain’t nothin’ like a dame! Jesus, did she know what she was doing and did it like she’d been dreaming about it for years… which it turns out she had. But like me, the opportunity had never presented itself, before. Suddenly, though, the floodgates were open and we were both making up for lost cunt-eating time.

“The guys stood there jerking off watching our hot live-action lesbian show, which, for me, at least, made it all the hotter. I didn’t know I was an exhibitionist until then, either.

“All of a sudden, Dave starts to moan and grunt and I know he’s ready to blow his load, which I can see he’s going to spurt onto Beth’s back. But then Bob leans down and clamps his mouth over Dave’s dick-head just as he starts to shoot. Dave says, ‘Holy shit!’ but he doesn’t stop jerking, and he unloads a huge load into Bob’s sucking mouth.

“Bob then lifts Beth’s face from my pussy, and gives her a big cum-swapping kiss. As soon as they’ve swallowed Dave’s cum, Beth straightens up so she’s sitting her drenched cunt on my face, pulls my legs up in the air, and says to Bob, ‘Get down here and shove your cock up this horny fucking cunt! Blow your cum up inside her so I can suck it out!’

“Bob crawled over and as Beth held my legs up under her armpits my ass was rotated off the floor, and Bob drove his dick up my sopping cunt, balls-deep, in one shove. Then he started to fuck me, but I don’t think he made it all the way in the second time before my pussy erupted.

“As I moaned into Beth’s pussy she reached down and rubbed the hell out of my clit driving my orgasm even harder.

“It took maybe thirty seconds for Bob to reach his blow-point, and he shoved his dick deep into my guts and grunted over and over. I could feel his cock throbbing inside my cunt with each spurt… and there were a lot of them!

“Finally, barely able to breathe, he said to Beth, ‘You ready? I’m pulling out!’ I think her mouth was on my fresh-fucked pussy before his dick-head was out of it. She lapped and sucked and bit and fingered until she brought me to another orgasm, and then I think she sucked every sperm-cell he left in my cunt out of me.

As Greg sat there with Paula’s head in his lap listening to his nympho wife’s hot story, his own boner throbbed in his pants and squirted a pressure-relieving, involuntary, single-shot of cum onto his leg, greatly enlarging the wet spot.

Paula laughed, having felt the throb on the back of her head, and said, “I guess my work is done here.” She sat up, reached over, squeezed her hubby’s boner through his pants, and said, “Save the rest of that for later when I get home and tell you about my date.” She then got up and walked to the bathroom to shower and get ready.

Greg decided he was going to stay in his cum-soaked pants; the feeling of that sloppy wet spot cooling against his leg in the night air added an extra element of nastiness to the whole thing.

While Paula got ready, he tried to get through a couple chapters of a novel I’d been reading, but his mind kept drifting to what she was going to do to that lucky, unsuspecting kid, and he knew he’d have to re-read them later.

 

***

 

When she came out, about an hour later, she was stunning and sexy as hell. She wore an off-white one-piece wrap-around dress that crossed in a deep V over her chest revealing a good deal of her luscious cleavage. The two halves of the dress overlapped at her left leg, creating a long slit that exposed her white-stocking-clad leg as she walked. She had expertly blown her hair so it had little wisps here and there, looking like it was being tossed by a breeze. On her feet she wore ivory-colored three-inch spiked heels.

She did a modeling turn for him, and said, “What do you think?”

“I think your waiter friend is going to blow a load before you get three steps inside his door,” Greg said. “You look awesome!” He looked closer, and although he couldn’t see it, he guessed, “Shelf bra?”

“Yup!” she said. “Gotta keep the ladies up there front-and-center.”

“White garter to go with the white stockings?” he asked.

“Of course,” she replied in a don’t-be-silly tone as she stuck out her leg and pulled open the slit just enough to show him the top of the stocking.

“Let me see…” he said rubbing his chin and pretending to think. “Panties or no panties?”

“Panties!” she said emphatically. “I’ll need to leave him something to remember me by.”

He laughed, and said, “I doubt that he’s going to forget this night! And you already gave him a pair at the restaurant; you’re going to start him on a life-long panty-collecting fetish.”

“One can hope!” she replied with a chuckle. “Are you going to wait up for me?” she asked as she dropped her keys in her clutch purse.

“Hell, yes!” he said. Then he added, “I can’t guarantee there won’t be a nap along the way; I’ll want to be fresh when you get home.”

He got up from the couch and gave her a gentle hug and a light kiss–so as not to rub his wet-spot against her dress or smear her lipstick. “Have fun,” he said. “I can’t wait to hear all about it.”

 

***

 

When Bobby got home, he was still optimistic that the sexy lady at the restaurant wasn’t just teasing the shit out of him and was really going to show up. Actually, fantasizing might be a better term than being optimistic.

He took out her thong panties again, and inhaled the musky scent from their crotch once more. He’d had his face in a pussy or two, and he knew that was the smell of arousal. The smell and the mental image of her tits inside her gaping dress caused his dick to grow… again.

He stripped out of his clothes, and as much as he wanted to beat off, he resisted on the off-chance that she actually did show up. He went and got in the shower.

He was wearing light khaki slacks and an untucked white dress shirt–trying to look sophisticated but casual–when the knock came on his door. His heart leapt and his dick twitched inside his boxers.

“Hi!” Paula said brightly when he opened the door. “Remember me?”

“Hi! Yes. Sure. Of course,” he stammered in reply. “Come in! Come in!”

He closed the door, and Paula said, “I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced.” She extended her hand, and went on, “I’m Paula.”

“I’m Bobby,” he said as they shook.

“There, now that that’s out of the way…” she said as she stepped forward, put her arms around him, and kissed him on the mouth.

After ten or fifteen seconds, she broke the kiss, and said, “You didn’t think I’d come, did you?”

“I, um, well, I hoped you would,” he replied.

She smiled, and said, “I never make a promise I don’t intend to keep.” With her arms still around him, she pulled her body tightly to his–feeling his entrapped boner against her leg.

He put his hands in the middle of her back and pulled tightly, too, feeling her tits against his chest.

“Did you like looking down my blouse at the restaurant?” she asked softly with her face almost touching his. “Did peeking at my tits give you a hard-on?” She punctuated the sentence by moving her leg and rubbing the bulge in his pants.

“Yes!” he said emphatically. “To both!”

“What a naughty boy,” she said with a teasing smile. “Did you go into the bathroom and jerk-off your boner?” she asked.

“No! I, um, I wanted to, you know, wait,” he stammered.

“Oh, I’m so glad to hear that!” she said. “I always like taking the first cum of the night in my mouth.” As she spoke, she dropped one hand and slid it between her leg and his erection, rubbing it with her open palm.

He swallowed hard and moved his hands down onto the curve of her ass.

After several teasing seconds, she separated from him, and said, “Take off your pants.”

He had his belt and button undone and was pulling down his fly in seconds. When Paula noticed his boxers, she said, “Leave your shorts on. Pull your dick out through the fly; your balls, too. I like that look. It makes a blowjob seem more spontaneous; a little more nasty.”

He dropped his pants, kicked them to the side, and then as he delicately maneuvered his boner and balls out through his boxer’s fly, Paula tugged at the top of her dress, pulling the V apart so that it hooked under her proudly supported tits with their completely exposed nipples.

“One nasty look deserves another, right?” she said as she went into a squat in front of him.

“Oh, man!” he moaned almost involuntarily as he looked down at the biggest and most beautiful set of tits he had ever seen in real life.

Paula smiled up at him, then took his dick in her hand, and rubbed its drooling cock-head against one stiff nipple, then the other.

Paula had experienced just about all shapes and sizes of cocks over the years, from fat BBC’s to long, skinny pricks; from arrow-straight boners to hard-ons that curved in every direction, but Bobby’s dick was unique. It had a fat mushroom-shaped head that looked like it belonged on the tip of a huge BBC, but then narrowed down to a “stem” that was half the head’s diameter, making the “cap” seem even more pronounced.

To get his shirt tails out of the way, Bobby grabbed them and pulled the button-front shirt off over his head like a t-shirt, throwing it toward a chair.

With her fist wrapped around the stem of Bobby’s fascinating dick, Paula ground his slippery mushroom against her nipple, almost as if she was trying to get its stiffened nub to poke into his pee-hole.

He groaned and she could feel him contracting his groin muscles.

She smiled up at him and said, “You’re almost ready to cum, aren’t you?”

A bit embarrassed, he swallowed hard, and said, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she said in a sexy, breathy tone. “It makes my pussy wet to know I turn you on so much.” She angled his dick upward and swirled her tongue over the surface of his big cock-head, then lightly touched the spongy knob with her lips. She lifted her mouth away, trailing a fine, glistening thread of pre-cum, and told him, “Don’t hold it back, sweetheart. Blow your hot, saved-up load of jism right in my mouth! I promise you there’ll be more to come.”

With that she began gently massaging his balls and stroking his dick while she took turns lapping and sucking on his big, drooling mushroom cock-head. It had a wonderful a fat ridge all the way around that Paula locked her lips over as she sucked and rubbed her tongue all over it.

As his breathing quickened with his approaching release, she pulled off his cock-head with her lips still wrapped tightly around it, deforming its squishy shape as she went.

She then let go of his dick, and said, “You do it! Grab your fat cock and jerk off in my mouth! Blow that hot fucking load of cum right on my tongue!”

With her mouth wide open and her tongue stuck out an inch in front of his ready-to-burst dick, Bobby wrapped his hand around it and began beating it harder and faster than he had probably ever jerked off before.

Within twenty seconds, he let out a deep guttural growl through clenched teeth, as he felt the first pent-up rope of thick, hot cum burn its way up through his cock like a jet of lava. As it burst out through the constriction of his pee-hole his growl turned to a near whine at the searing pain of the explosive release that was at the same time the epitome of pleasure.

Bobby’s first blast of cum was so powerful and so straight that it caught Paula by surprise and shot right into her throat. She had to fight not to gag, but she managed to quickly recover, and held her mouth wide open while he jerked squirt after built-up squirt of his hot jism into waiting maw.

When he finally slowed his strokes and began taking huge recovering breaths, Paula’s mouth was full to almost-overflowing. She licked and kissed his fat cock-head one more time, tilted her head back so he could see how full of his jism her mouth was, and then made a show of swallowing.

Standing there on shaky legs catching his breath, he let go of his softening dick as Paula got to her feet. She took his head in her hands and planted a hot, open-mouth, tongue-filled kiss on him without giving him time to think about the fact that her mouth had just been filled with his own cum. She didn’t know where he might stand on the subject of cum-eating, of course, but she actually hoped she was exposing him to something new.

As his breathing rate came back down to something like normal, Paula stepped back, and made a show of looking him up and down from head to toe. She smiled, and said, “You look even better with your clothes off than I imagined when I was flirting at the restaurant.”

“Thanks,” he said. “You, too. I mean, you have… beautiful breasts.”

She smiled at his youthful awkwardness and said, “Would you like to kiss them?”

“Oh, God, yes!” he answered. “May I?”

“Only on two conditions,” she said. “First, we’re not pretending to be in polite society here. I don’t have breasts; I have tits. Tits with fat stiff nipples that like to be sucked and pinched and pulled. And I don’t have a vagina, either; I have a cunt or a pussy… and it’s soaking wet right now, and hungry to be fucked. And you don’t have a penis; you have a fat dick or a stiff cock.”

She gave him a little grin, and went on, “I also have an asshole.” She paused a second for that to sink in, and then added, “And so do you.” She really did enjoy exposing people to new things, and from his expression she was sure that was going to be new territory.

She gave him a quick kiss and went on, “The second thing is, don’t ask. Do anything to me you want. I’ll let you know if it’s not something I want to do–though I can’t imagine what that would be–and I’ll also tell you if you can do it better.” She gave him another kiss, and said, “Deal?”

“Fuck yes!” he said, grabbed her head and gave her a hard, hungry kiss.

As they kissed–mashing each other’s mouths, sucking tongues, and biting lips–he slid both his hands down her neck and across her shoulders under her already-parted dress. He pushed it off her shoulders and slid it down her arms. He had envisioned it dropping to the floor, but the way it was fastened at the waist stopped it while it was still gathered around her wrists putting her into a very mild bondage situation.

A long-held fantasy being accidentally realized, his half-resurrected boner hanging out through the fly of his boxers grew quickly to full stiffness as he held her hands at her sides while mauling her mouth with his own.

Paula recognized his increased intensity and made no attempt to “escape.”

He pushed her hands around behind her, wrapped in the twisted fabric of her dress, and held them both with one hand. Then, as he bent his head down, he brought his free hand up. As his mouth covered one of Paula’s fat, engorged nipples, the fingers of his hand mashed into the soft, up-lifted flesh of her other tit.

He went back and forth a few times, sucking hard on as much of one tit as he could get in his mouth while pulling on the rubbery nub of the other with his finger and thumb.

Still holding her hands behind her, he straightened up and went back to kissing her, shoving his tongue in her mouth and sucking and biting her lips. Paula responded by giving as good as she got. She was pleased that Bobby wasn’t timid, but she still wanted to show him new things.

While they chewed on each other’s mouths, Bobby reached down with his free hand and pushed it between Paula’s legs, pressing the fabric of her dress against her panty-covered pussy. He rubbed hard, taking her whole pussy-mound in his hand and squeezing it.

She parted her lips from his a fraction of an inch, and talking into his mouth as their tongues continued to flick each other, she said, “Get me out of this dress, Bobby! And get your shorts off! I want to feel that fat cock getting shoved up my cunt!”

It took him a moment to figure out how the dress fastened over her left hip, but when he did, he pulled it open and pushed it off her wrists and the rest of the way onto the floor.

He took a step back and as he threaded is boner and balls back through the fly of his boxers he stared at the fantasy-come-true MILF standing in front of him in sheer white stockings held up by a white garter belt, and with a matching white bra holding up her naked tits. Her pussy was covered by a triangle of thin white fabric made even more sheer by the fact that it was soaking wet.

He kicked his boxers toward the scattered clothes, and then Paula took him in a tight embrace and covered his mouth with hers, again. As they kissed, they moved against one another so that Bobby felt the hard nubs of her tits against his chest and she felt his stiff cock grinding against her wet pussy, pressing the fabric of her panties into her slit.

Barely breaking their steaming kiss for a few words at a time, Paula said, “Where’s your bedroom, Bobby… I want to feel this hot mouth… sucking my pussy… and your tongue shoved up my dripping cunt-hole… I want you to… face-fuck my cunt… and make me cum in your mouth!”

Twenty seconds later Paula was on her back on Bobby’s queen-size bed with her legs spread, her knees up, and her stocking-clad feet on the bedspread. Bobby crawled onto the bed–his steel-hard boner hanging down between his legs–and slid his hands along Paula’s inner thighs.

His thumbs brushed closely along both sides of her pussy mound as his fingers made their way to the narrow elastic waistband of her thong panties. He wrapped them around the white lace band, but then Paula put her hands on top of his to stop him from pulling her panties off.

“Eat me through my panties!” she told him. “Use your tongue and poke them into my pussy lips! Grind the cloth against my stiff little clit! Get my panties good and wet with my cunt juice, Bobby; they’re going to be your souvenir. I want you to be able to smell my pussy on them for months!”

As she held his hands he leaned down and lapped from where the thong disappeared between her ass cheeks all the way up over her clit to the top of the sheer fabric triangle. He then moved back down and pressed as hard as he could with his tongue to shove the silky wet cloth between her soft pussy lips and into her cunt-hole.

It couldn’t go very deep, of course, but the pressure from Bobby’s tongue caused the fabric to tighten, producing a wonderful slightly-rough force along her whole pussy at one time.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” Paula moaned and lifted her ass off the bed to try to add to the pressure. “Do my clit, Bobby! Mash my burning little nub with your tongue! Can you feel it? Can you feel my stiff clit through my panties?”

“Mmm!” he replied with his mouth planted tightly over Paula’s cunt and his tongue rubbing firmly up and back over the cloth-covered nub.

Suddenly, Paula pushed on his hands with his fingers still wrapped around her panty’s waistband, and said, “Okay! I don’t think these are going to hold any more pussy juice; get them off me so you can eat my cunt for real!”

He straightened up on his knees and she brought her legs together so he could thread the soaked panties off them. Before tossing them onto his dresser, he held them to his nose and inhaled deeply.

Paula smiled at him and said, “That aroma is going to be even better in a day or two. And I hope you get a raging hard-on and beat off every time you smell them.”

He smiled back, and said, “Oh, you can count on that!”

She spread her legs again, and said, “Now, where were we?”

He leaned back down and covered her now-naked pussy with his mouth, sucking on as much of it as he could all at once. He then drew his mouth closed until he was kissing the soft, wet lips directly over her cunt-hole. He followed that by extending his tongue as deep as he could make it go into her love tunnel.

As Bobby tongue-fucked her cunt, Paula put her hands lightly on the back of his head and laid her own head back on the pillow. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation. She was a bit surprised that the kid had as much technique as he did.

As nice as it felt to have her pussy eaten by someone who knew what they were doing, it was a little disappointing at the same time. She had envisioned herself teaching the youngster the finer points of love making. Apparently, he already knew some of those; she was going to have to up her game. That thought brought a smile to her face.

She raised her head so she could see him again, moved her hands down onto the sides of his face, and pulled gently, moving his mouth an inch or two up her pussy. “Work on my clit, Bobby,” she told him.

He pursed his lips and sucked gently as he flicked the tip of his tongue over the nub, now free of the constraining panties and able to poke up out of Paula’s pussy lips. He had eaten pussy and licked clits before, but none of them had been like this one. It was huge!

“Suck on it, Bobby!” she told him. “Suck on my tiny girl-cock! That’s what it is, you know. If I’d been born a boy that would have grown into my cock.” She moved her hands down his face and then onto her pussy, and as she pulled the lips apart, she said, “Look at it.”

He lifted his face and she moved her fingers to get her clit to bulge up and out from its normally-hidden sheath.

“See? Doesn’t it look like a tiny little cock?” she said. “It has a little cock-head and everything. Isn’t that fascinating?”

It was indeed fascinating to him. He had had a hard time finding the buried little clit of the last girl whose pussy he’d eaten. Paula’s actually did look like a miniature cock! It’s little fire helmet head seemed to be formed where her pussy lips joined together at the top as if there had been some confusion in the womb as to which way to go, and this was the compromise. The way that Paula was bulging it out with her fingers, it even looked like it was poking out of its foreskin.

“Suck it, Bobby!” she told him. “Give my tiny little girl-cock a blow job!”

He leaned back down, pursed his lips, and sucked the little erection between them. He mashed his chin hard into Paula’s pussy to get as much of her curious clit into his mouth as he could. As he sucked on it, he played his tongue all over and around the mini-dick, exploring every millimeter of its intriguing shape.

“Oh, yes!” she moaned as she wigged her hips to grind his chin harder into her cunt while enjoying his girl-dick blow job.

He then began bobbing his head while sucking and flicking the clit’s head with his tongue. His head movement was less than an inch but it caused Paula to throw her head back, push her hips up, and groan, “Oh, fuck yes, Bobby! Suck my clit! Give it a fucking blow job!”

He interspersed his rapid bobs with the occasional hard suck-and-pull with his lips clamped tightly around the fat nub, stretching it as far out as he could.

Paula moaned, enjoying his surprisingly aggressive style. His all-in attack on her tiny “girl-cock” made her wonder if he had ever sucked a guy-cock… or maybe at least fantasized about it.

“Oh, God, that’s good, Bobby! You’re gonna make me cum!” she told him. “Shove your finger up my cunt and rub my g-spot! You know where that is?”

He rotated his head, lifting his chin out of her pussy just enough to get his hand in there, and pushed his long middle finger as far up her cunt-hole as his other curled fingers would allow.

Although it was only a single finger, it was the first penetration that Paula’s overheated cunt had received since she started making herself horny at the restaurant by teasing this kid. It felt glorious, and she sucked in her breath as he mashed his fist hard into her pussy, driving the digit deep and then wiggling around while still sucking on her fat clit.

She was about to tell him how to find her g-spot when he slid his fingertip over the almond-pit-shaped gland and then began pressing it and making little circles.

“Oh, yeah!” she moaned at the inside-outside attack on her cunt. Again, she was a bit disappointed that she wasn’t able to teach him a new trick, but on the other hand, it felt fucking wonderful!

As her orgasm quickly built, she groaned, “Oh, yeah, Bobby! Do it! Make my horny MILF cunt cum right in your face! Suck me and fuck me, Bobby! Oh, Christ, yeah!”

As he sucked and bobbed rapidly on her clit he began hammering his fist into her soaked pussy lips, driving his finger deep and grinding its tip hard over her g-spot with every jab.

Within seconds Paula groaned, “Oh, shit, yes!” and her pussy erupted with its first pent-up orgasm of the night. Her cunt-juice poured out, soaking Bobby’s pounding fist and his sucking face.

Paula growled as her cunt spasmed time after time pumping out pussy-juice until she felt it running down her ass-crack.

Bobby began to slow down, but Paula put her hands on his head to hold him in place, and said, “No! No! Don’t stop! I’m not done yet! Keep doing it! Keep making me cum!”

Bobby was a bit surprised at how long this amazing woman could cum–far longer than any girl he’d ever eaten before. He was a little concerned that she might drain herself not only of pussy-juice, but of horny desire. He needn’t have worried; none of those girls had been a certified nymphomaniac.

When Paula’s cunt spasms finally slowed to a point where she felt satisfied, she took Bobby’s head between her hands, lifted his drenched face from her pussy, and pulled him up over her body to kiss him.

As they mashed their mouths together, sucking, biting, and lapping Paula’s cunt-juice, Bobby began humping her pussy mound with his throbbing cock, trapped between them.

Separating from Bobby’s mouth just enough to speak into it, she said, “Are you ready to fuck my MILF pussy? Are you ready to shove that fat, stiff cock up my hungry cunt-hole and fuck the shit out of me?”

“Oh, fuck, yes!” he replied into her mouth, and then slid back until he was on his knees between her spread legs. He took his boner in his hand, rubbed its pre-cum-soaked head up and down through her drenched pussy lips one time, and then leaned forward, pushing his mushroom cock-head into her cunt-hole.

She put her hand against his belly, stopping him, and said, “Do that a few times, Bobby! Poke that fat cock-head in and out of my cunt-hole! That feels so good!”

“It sure does!” he agreed as he rocked his hips a few inches and looked down at Paula’s pussy-lips stretching back and forth with each shallow poke.

After half a dozen head-fucks, Paula said, “Okay, enough warm-up; push that stiff cock all the way up my cunt, this time! One shot until you’re pressing your fat balls against my ass!”

Bobby rocked his hips inward and after watching Paula’s soft pussy lips engulf his big cock-head one more time, he leaned over her prone body and continued the penetration until his hips were against her inner thighs and his balls were touching her pussy lips.

Fully engaged, Bobby rocked his hips grinding their pubic bones together and trying to work yet more of his cock up her cunt.

Suddenly, from out in the apartment, there was a knock, followed by the rattling of the front door’s lock, and then a voice calling out, “Hey, Bobby! You here?”

“You’ve got to be shitting me!” Bobby growled. Then louder, he called out, “Just a sec! I’ll be right out!”

“Roommate?” Paula asked, disappointed at the interruption but not as much as Bobby.

“No. He’s in Iowa,” Bobby said as he got off the bed. “That’s a friend who crashes here like he is a roommate, though. He has a key that I’m going to take away.” As he pulled a pair of pants on over his naked ass and quickly-wilting dick, he added, “I’ll get rid of him.”

In the living room, Bobby’s friend, Jerry, was just noticing the scattered clothes on the floor, and said, “Hey, sorry, man. There was no envelope, so I figured the coast was clear.”

An envelope slid partway under the door was a signal that the apartment was being used to entertain a guest. Bobby hadn’t even thought about it because his roommate was out of state.

“Well, it’s not,” Bobby said, “so good-bye. Find someplace else to crash.”

Just then they heard the toilet flush, and the bathroom door opened. “Hey, Bobby!” a pretty young woman said. “She nodded toward the clothes on the floor, and added, “You’re okay if we use the other bedroom, right? We were making out in my car and Jerry has me horny as hell! I need to get fucked before I frigging explode!”

“I, um… look, I’m really sorry, but you can’t stay.” Crooking a thumb toward his bedroom door, he went on, “This is really special to me; I really need the place to myself. Sorry.”

When Bobby left the bedroom he had pulled the door closed behind him, but it didn’t shut quite all the way, and Paula got up to peek through the crack and to listen.

What she saw was another guy about Bobby’s age and size, and also pretty good looking. More importantly, however, she saw an adorable young woman with short black hair, a wide mouth with narrow lips, huge dark eyes, and a curvaceous figure on a five-foot-two frame.

“Awe, come on, Bobby,” the girl pleaded. “We’ll close the door and you won’t even know we’re here. You have no idea how horny I am, right now! I really need a cock stuck up my cunt! Shit, if you weren’t already busy, I’d do both of you! Fuck, I’d even take on your girlfriend to get my pussy off!”

That was all Paula needed to hear. She opened the door, and stepped out into the living room.

The three others turned, and all of their mouths dropped open to see a stunning, slightly older woman walking toward them wearing only stockings and a garter belt, and a bra that presented her naked tits and huge nipples front and center.

The other two were surprised to see what a gorgeous MILF Bobby was with, but Bobby was surprised that she had come out of hiding… and without covering up, at all.

As the three stared (something that Paula loved!) Paula walked to the girl, and said in a sexy tone, “I couldn’t help overhear your conversation, and I gladly accept your generous offer.” She then took the girl’s face between her hands, bent down the slight difference in their heights, and kissed her.

The kiss started lightly, as if asking, Are you cool with this? When the girl didn’t pull away, but instead kissed back, Paula quickly ramped the kiss up from tender, through loving, past passionate, and into aggressive.

While Paula held the girl’s head between her hands and they sucked and bit one another’s lips and tongues, the girl’s hands were gripped firmly into Paula’s naked ass cheeks, and she was pulling her tight.

When Paula finally broke the kiss, she rubbed the tip of her nose across the girl’s as she said, “What do you say we give the boys a show? I’m Paula, by the way; what’s your name?”

“Danni,” she replied.

Paula smiled, and said, “Oh, I love it when a cute girl has a boy’s name!”

She took Danni by the hand and as she walked back toward the bedroom, she said to the guys, “You two will want to get undressed; I’m sure you’ll want to be stroking your dicks while you watch us.” She then added, “Oh, but no joining in until we say so. It’s just the Danni and Paula show for now.”

Bobby’s disappointment that his evening with a nymphomaniac MILF was being interrupted quickly gave way to cock-rising arousal at the thought of doing things tonight that he had only ever fantasized about. Poking Jerry’s cute and sexy girlfriend being one of them.

With only his pants to shed, Bobby was naked again, in seconds, but Jerry didn’t take much longer to strip out of his clothes.

As they stood there, each with their boner in hand, they watched the two women standing beside the bed kissing. As they chewed hungrily on one another’s mouths, they worked in unison to get Danni undressed.

Their lips never parted as Paula undid Danni’s shirt buttons and pushed the blouse off of her shoulders. As Danni worked at her belt, button, and fly, the blouse stopped about half way down her back, but low enough to let Paula get to the fastener of her bra.

As soon as Danni had her pants undone, she straightened her arms down, allowing Paula to shove her blouse and bra off and onto the floor. Together, the two women peeled Danni’s pants over her hips and pushed them down. She kicked them off her legs and then hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, but Paula stopped her.

Breaking the kiss for the first time, she said over her shoulder, “Bobby, come over here and take Danni’s panties off.” Then, to Danni, she said with a wide smile, “He’s starting a collection.”

With his drooling boner standing straight out, Bobby squatted down behind Danni’s wonderfully round bubble butt. He hooked his fingers over the narrow waistband of the white bikini panties, and slowly pulled them down over the glorious curve of her ass until the smooth, tan-lined globes were naked and just inches from his face.

Resisting the urge to press his face into the deep cleavage between the fantastic ass-cheeks of his buddy’s girlfriend, Bobby slid the panties down her legs and she stepped out of them.

“You don’t mind if he keeps those as a trophy, do you?” Paula asked Danni. “I’m sure he’ll dream of you while he holds them up under his nose and jerks off. He already has two pair of mine.”

“Not at all!” Danni answered. “That’s so nasty it’s hot!”

Bobby stood up and as he stepped back to stand next to Jerry, he inhaled deeply of the panties in his hand as he stroked his dick. Jerry leaned over, and said quietly, “You’re gonna share Paula’s, right?”

The two women wrapped their arms around each other and pressed their naked bodies together as they went back into their passionate kiss. As Paula roamed her hands over the wonderfully round globes of Danni’s naked ass, delving her fingers deep into the valley between them, she broke their kiss just enough to ask, “Have you ever been with a woman before?”

“No,” Danni answered as she ran her hands up and down Paula’s back and over her ass, framed by the garter and stockings. “But I’ve sure as hell though about it!”

“Oh, you are a frigging dream come true!” Paula said with a big smile. Ten seconds later they were lying on the bed with Paula on her back, and Danni on top of her stretched out between her spread legs, with their naked tits mashed together, and their mouths once again clamped in a hot, passionate kiss.

After a last bite on Danni’s tongue, Paula lifted the girl’s cute face away from her own, and gently guided it down her body. “Suck on my fat nipples!” she told her. “Show the boys how it’s done!”

As Danni moved downward, she went into a kneeling position between Paula’s legs, lifting her naked ass directly in front of the guys, who stood, dicks in hand, at the foot of the bed.

“Oh, fuck!” Bobby moaned as he concentrated short strokes over his pre-cum slick cock-head while staring at the wet, shaven lips of Danni’s clamshell pussy.

Although it was always arousing to look at, Jerry, of course, was already intimately familiar with his girlfriend’s ass and pussy, so as he made long, slow strokes up and down the full length of his cock, he moved around to the side of the bed to better watch his first-ever live girl-girl show. That it featured his own girlfriend made it exponentially hotter.

Danni straightened up on her knees, reached down, and lovingly caressed the two big tits in front of her; the first she had ever touched aside from her own.

Paula’s tits were only a little larger than Danni’s, but between the age difference and some genetics, Paula’s required the assistance of the shelf bra to maintain their sexy shape when lying down. Danni’s tits–framed within a sexy tan line–stood out perky and proud with almost no droop.

Danni ran her hands over the smooth, pale flesh of both of Paula’s tits at the same time, eventually sliding up and running her fingers over the coarse, almost leather-like surface of her big nipples.

While Danni rolled the fat nipple-nubs between her fingers and thumbs, Paula cupped her hands over Danni’s tits, and rubbed her thumbs over the young girl’s tiny nipples. Barely bigger in diameter than a nickel, they were much lighter brown in color than Paula’s, but although in miniature scale, their little nubs stood out just as excited and stiff.

Moving both hands to one of Paula’s tits, Danni squeezed it, bulging the already huge nipple even larger. She then bent back down and began running her tongue all over and around the little brown mountain.

She then pursed her lips and kissed down on top of the nub, holding it between her lips while she flicked its tip with her tongue. As Paula mewed her pleasure, Danni began sucking and spreading her lips until the whole nipple was being pulled up into her mouth by the suction. She then went back and forth between the two big orbs giving them equal time.

After several back-and-forths, Paula gently lifted Danni’s face from her tits, smiled at her, and said, “Are you ready for some pussy?”

“Oh, yeah!” she replied and began scooting backwards on the bed.

As she scooted, Danni’s luscious, naked ass moved even closer to Bobby, and with one hand still stroking his knob, he reached out the other one to caress the smooth, pale globes.

But Paula was watching him, and she interceded, saying, “Uh, uh! No touching! You boys can only watch, right now. You’ll get your chance with us when we’re done. You just enjoy the show, for now.”

Danni let out a little laugh, and wiggled her ass in front of Bobby, increasing the tease. She then bent her head down and had her face within six inches of her first-ever pussy. When she noticed the tip of Paula’s clit poking out from between her pussy lips, she blinked in surprise, and then gently spread the supple lips with her fingers to expose the whole thing.

“Oh, my God!” she said as she looked up at Paula. “Mine is nothing like that!”

“It still likes the same kind of attention,” she replied, well accustomed to surprised reactions to her clit from both men and women. “Lick it like you like to have yours licked. Suck on it like you sucked my tits.” She then added, “Bobby gave me a blow-job like it was a tiny girl-cock before you guys got here.”

As Paula spoke, Bobby was moving–dick in hand–from the end of the bed and the almost unbearable temptation of Danni’s glorious ass, to the side of the bed, opposite Jerry, to get a better view of the show.

At the mention of him giving her a blow-job Paula watched the two guys exchange glances, then look momentarily at each other’s stiff cocks, before shifting their focus back on Danni’s face in front of Paula’s pussy.

Paula allowed herself a hopeful little grin. Were the boys bi-curious, too? If there was a spark there, she wanted to fan it into a full-fledged flame.

Danni lowered her face and licked the “head” of Paula’s big clit, then took it between her lips and sucked on it. She was surprised at how much it did seem like a tiny cock, but as fascinating as that was, she had sucked cock before; she had never eaten cunt, and was eager to try it.

She moved her face down and opened her mouth to envelope Paula’s soft, wet pussy lips. They were open and exposed and waiting to be kissed, so unlike her own closed-up clamshell pussy.

She extended her tongue and licked from one end of the silky-smooth lips back up to Paula’s wondrous clit. She then went back down and pressed her face as hard into Paula’s pussy as she could, and stuck her tongue as deep up her cunt-hole as she could force it. She then began to rock her head back and forth.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” Paula moaned as she put her hands on the back of Danni’s head. She added a little bit of downward pressure as she lifted her ass from the bed and twerked her hips getting some up and down action going under Danni’s sucking and fucking mouth. “I would never have guessed this was your first cunt!” she told her. “But I am going to guess it won’t be your last!”

Danni raised her face just enough to answer, “Fuck no!” and went back to mashing her face into Paula’s drenched pussy.

Paula looked up at Jerry who had his head thrown back with his eyes closed, and had a finger and thumb gripped tightly around the base of his drooling cock. She correctly guessed that he was trying to hold back his orgasm until he was given permission to stick his dick in something, whether that was a cunt or a mouth. It would be the first cum of the night for him after a long build-up that began with making out with Danni, so Paula knew the frantic intensity that was building in his balls… and inside his head.

“Get up on the bed, you two,” Paula told the guys. “Kneel on either side of me.”

They were quickly beside her, hopefully anticipating that she was going to take turns sucking their dicks.

“You’re about ready to cum, aren’t you, Jerry?” Paula asked him with his stiff boner a foot above her face.

“Oh, fuck, yeah!” he groaned in reply.

“Well, don’t hold it back,” she said. “You need to blow that first load so you can relax and enjoy the rest of the evening. Start jerking off. Wipe your pre-cum down your dick and start stroking it.”

He happily did as he was told, wondering if she was going to let him cum in her mouth or if she wanted him to spurt all over her big-nippled tits. He was at a point where he really didn’t care, as long as he got to cum!

As Jerry beat his meat, Paula looked up at Bobby, and told him, “Bend down here and suck him off!”

“What!?” both guys said in unison.

Before Bobby could protest any further Paula reached up and pulled his head down to her face and gave him a steaming, tongue-filled kiss. Then, with her fingers entwined in his hair, she lifted his head until his face was level with Jerry’s cock.

“Come on, Bobby, relax and give in,” she said. “I know from the way you gave my girl-cock a blowjob that you’re curious about this.”

He stared at the shiny cock-head in front of him as it came and went from view as Jerry slid his hand all the way up and down his slick boner and over the squishy knob.

For Jerry’s part, although he had never exactly fantasized about sucking another guy’s dick, he had wondered what it must be like since Danni seemed to enjoy sucking his so much. And he was so close to cumming right then that if he could have managed it, he’d have folded himself in half and sucked himself off.

“Do it for me!” Paula encouraged Bobby. “I think it’s so hot when a guy has the balls to do whatever he wants and says, Fuck what anyone thinks!”

Bobby continued staring at Jerry’s cock and his mouth opened slightly.

Paula could see he was wavering, so she pressed on, “Come on, Bobby! Danni’s eating my cunt, and I’m going to eat hers, and Jerry’ll give you a blowjob later, won’t you Jerry?”

“Um, okay, sure,” Jerry agreed if a bit unenthusiastically. With his orgasm built to its bursting point he’d have agreed to damn near anything at that moment to be able to blow his load.

Bobby leaned forward and reaching up with one hand he pushed Jerry’s hand off of his dick and began stroking it himself. He then opened his mouth, took the slippery cock-head inside, and clamped his lips behind its ridge. He swirled his tongue over the spongy, pre-cum coated knob, enjoying the fascinating new sensations and taste of something he had wondered about for a long time.

He poked the tip of his tongue into the big pee-hole, and then slid it underneath to rub the wide cleft under Jerry’s cock-head. All the while, he kept stroking the exposed length of the cock, quickly picking up speed.

Paula noticed that Danni had gone from aggressively tongue-fucking her cunt-hole to lightly lapping her pussy and clit, and when she looked down between the two boys, she saw why. Danni was watching intently as Bobby was giving her boyfriend a jerk-off blow-job.

“Fucking hot, huh?” Paula said to her.

“Shit, yes!” she answered. “Do it, Bobby! Suck his cock and jerk him off in your mouth! Fuck, I never though that could be so hot! You guys are fucking awesome!”

“Fuck, yeah, man!” Jerry moaned. “Jerk me off, buddy! I’m ready to fucking blow!”

Further turned on by the encouraging nasty-talk, Bobby leaned in and took as much of his friend’s stiff cock in his mouth as his gag reflex would allow. He then bobbed up and down its length, following his lips with his fist.

“Yeah, Bobby! Mouth-fuck that fat cock!” Paula encouraged. “God, that is so frigging hot!” As she spoke she maneuvered her hand between his legs and began pulling on his cock and rubbing his fat, drooling knob.