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Birdwatcher's Song
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BIRDWATCHER'S SONG
Connie watched from the seclusion of her darkened apartment
as Don plunged his cock in and out of the woman. They were
standing beside his bed, his knees bent so that he could enter
her from behind as she bent over to support herself. She was
shorter than him with small breasts and thin legs. It was the
first time she had ever seen him bring a woman to his apartment
and she was fascinated with the spectacle she was watching.
It had been weeks since she and Suzie had fucked him and
since that time, they had not spoken, although they had both made
a point of exhibiting themselves to one another. It was a private
game they both enjoyed, and there had been a few times when she
had been almost ready to call him over, or to put on some clothes
and go to his place as she watched his hard cock and balls
swinging. But she had always let the moment pass and waited for
him to come to her.
The woman was sitting on the side of the bed now, sucking
his cock as he humped in and out of her mouth. As Connie watched,
he suddenly withdrew and a long arc of white come splashed on her
face and lips, followed by another. Connie adjusted the
binoculars and saw the come glistening in her dark brown hair,
her tongue trying to capture more of it as it ran down her face.
Don pushed her back on the bed and buried his face in her open
pussy.
Connie plunged three fingers into her own pussy and fucked
herself madly as she watched the couple in the other apartment.
It had been a long time since she had had a man. In fact, the
very man she was watching was the last man she had fucked - and
what a great fuck it had been! She closed her eyes and remembered
the touch of his tongue snaking around her clitoris and began to
come as her fingers stroked the swollen polyp at the apex of her
soft vaginal lips. Across the way, the woman stretched her legs
high over her head as Don licked her pussy. Spasms and shaking
told Connie she, too, was coming.
"Oh, Don!" Carolyn sighed, "you really know how to eat a
girl! Where did you ever learn to be so good?"
"I took a correspondence course," he replied. "It was on a
matchbook cover - Can You Draw Good Head? - That's what I thought
it said, anyway."
"Seriously. Most men don't seem to know the little secrets
that women know. Somebody had to tell you. Who was it? An old
love?"
Don smiled and looked at the dark window across the way. He
wondered if Connie had been watching tonight. So many times he
had been tempted to call her or simply walk over and knock on the
door. but that would have been too easy. After the night spent
with her and Suzy, he could never suggest anything as banal as a
casual night of lust. With Connie, he would have to be creative
and, at the very least, different and exciting. Anything less
would ruin the almost fantasy relationship they had. For a
moment, though, his thoughts went back to the moments when she
had taken his soft cock and balls into her mouth and blown him as
no other woman ever had. Carolyn's ministrations, as practiced as
they were, could not come close to the sensations Connie's lips,
tongue and fingers had produced.
"Hey! Come back, lover!"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I got carried away," he apologized.
Carolyn knelt on the bed and threw her arms around his waist
to hug him. One hand fondled his soft cock and her tongue snaked
into his navel. The other hand cradled his balls and then went
between his legs to cup his ass as she devoured his limp penis.
Occupied with his cock, she failed to notice as he waved at the
darkened window in the building across the way. She did notice,
though, when, a few moments later, his cock took a decided leap
within her mouth and began to stiffen once more.
Connie smiled to herself as she watched the woman go down
on the limp penis. When Don waved at her, she knew that he, too,
was remembering the night they had had together. Still smiling to
herself, she adjusted the small reading lamp beside her bed and
spread her legs wide. Switching on the lamp, she let it highlight
the lush pinkness of her open pussy and felt the cool night air
blowing across the wet lips. Spreading herself open with her
fingers, she watched the effect it had on the couple in the other
apartment.
The sight of Connie's pussy had an immediate effect on Don,
and he felt his cock come alive in Carolyn's mouth. He had
suspected she was there, but this had been the first sign. As his
cock grew to full strength, Carolyn released it and looked up at
him.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked.
Don nodded and lay down beside her. Immediately, she threw
her leg over him and straddled his cock. Raising up slightly, she
eased his penis into her wet pussy and began slowly fucking.
Suddenly, she froze.
"My God!" she exclaimed. "I can't believe it!"
"What?"
"There's a girl over there. I mean she's jerking off
and...Oh my God!"
"What?"
"Don, she's been watching us!"
Don worked his hips so that his cock moved slowly in and out
of her as she stared into the night.
"What's she doing?" he asked.
"She's, she's got three fingers in her cunt! I can't believe
it! I mean...Do you know her?"
"Uh huh."
"Who is she?"
"Connie. She lives there. I guess she likes to peek."
Carolyn was becoming more excited as she watched and her
pert ass answered Don's long thrusts with a pulsating rhythm of
its own, her eyes fixed on the scene across the way.
"Did you ever fuck her?" she asked in a strange voice.
"Yes," Don replied.
Carolyn's pussy swallowed his cock to the hilt and she
ground her clitoris into his pubic hair.
"Did you know she was watching us?"
"I wasn't sure. Does it bother you?"
"I...I don't know. It makes me feel funny, though. Sort of
embarrassed but excited at the same time. I think I'm going to
come!"
Her ass stroked faster and faster as she talked and Don felt
his own orgasm coming on strongly. Carolyn made little sounds as
she started to come and he grasped her ass roughly and pumped up
into her as his come spurted into her pussy. As they subsided,
she remained on top of him, her ass poised high in the air and
partially turned to exposed her dripping pussy to the eyes of
whoever might be watching from the dimly lighted window. Phantom
fingers were strumming the pink clitoris so fast they had become
a blur as Carolyn reached down and milked the last drops of come
from Don's cock.
After a long while, she spoke.
"What's she like?"
"Connie?"
"Is that her name?"
"She's nice," Don told her. "She's pleasant and pretty,
too. And she gets very horny!"
"I can't believe we let her watch us like that. And the way
she had the light on herself...Don, do you two do this often?"
"First time, actually. I didn't know it was going to happen.
Connie is a rather sensuous woman. Like other people I could
name! Not that you'd ever consider doing anything quite like
that."
"What are you trying to say?"
"Nothing. Except I noticed you didn't stop."
"Why should I. She wasn't hurting anybody. I kind of liked
it."
"Kind of?"
"A lot."
"How much is a lot?"
"What are you trying to get me to say, Don. I came, didn't
I? After all I was getting a damned good fuck at the time!"
"Would you like to meet her?"
"Don!"
"Would you?"
"I don't know. Maybe. I mean, you said she was nice."
"She's a very sensuous woman, Carolyn."
Carolyn's face became serious for a moment and she looked
directly at Don.
"I am, too," she said very softly and bent to lick one of
his nipples in an effort to underscore her meaning.
"Would you like to meet her?" he repeated.
Carolyn was very quiet for a few minutes. When she replied,
her voice was clear and strong."
"All right," she said. "are you going to call her?"
"We both will," he replied and tugged her to her feet.
Standing together, they waved across the way and motioned
for Connie to join them. When the tiny light went out and a
moment later another light elsewhere in the apartment came on,
they knew she was on her way.
"I hope you know what you're doing," Carolyn breathed and
shivered as Don ran his hand down her back to stroke her behind.
Connie took a deep breath and knocked on the door. If anyone
had ever suggested that she would be walking into an apartment
wearing nothing but a raincoat to meet a man she hardly knew and
a woman who was a perfect stranger, she would have told them they
were insane. But here she was. After watching the two of them,
she knew she could not resist their invitation to join them. The
door opened to reveal a dimly lit room and Don's face appeared
from behind it. She knew he was naked behind the door and
shrugged out of her coat as she entered. When she turned to kiss
him, she was as naked as he.
"Hello, stranger," he murmured as he stroked her full body.
"Having fun?" she asked.
"She's in the bedroom," Don told her.
Connie fondled his penis as she walked toward the bedroom
door and he cupped her ample breast as she walked. As she entered
the room, she saw the woman had slipped between the covers and
was turned away from her.
"I'm Connie," she said tentatively.
"This is Carolyn," Don told her. "I think she's shy."
"I'm not shy!" Carolyn objected as she turned over and sat
up. "I just never did anything like this before."
Connie smiled as she saw the woman's face. Carolyn was
pretty and as the sheet slipped down, she saw her petite body and
small breasts puckered with excitement. Carolyn smiled back at
her.
"Did you enjoy the show?" she asked.
Connie blushed unexpectedly.
"Yes I did, actually. You're very exciting."
"So are you," Carolyn replied as her eyes roamed over
Connie's large body, coming to rest on the auburn down at the
juncture of her thighs.
As Carolyn watched, Connie shifted her weight slightly to
allow Don's hand to grope her wet pussy and slide two fingers
into her cunt. The smaller woman's eyes widened as Connie
involuntarily moaned and thrust her abdomen in tiny, jerking
motions. Don leaned forward to capture a large breast with his
lips and suck the nipple in and out of his mouth, tonguing it
wetly. He slowly forced Connie down on the bed as Carolyn crawled
out of the covers and positioned herself beside them, watching
Connie's face intently as Don continued to finger-fuck her. In
less than a minute, Connie began to come and reached out to hold
Carolyn's shoulders as the waves of pure pleasure washed over
her.
"I'm sorry," she whispered as she regained control of
herself.
"It's all right,' Carolyn told her softly. "Did it feel
good? It looked like it was wonderful!"
"It was!" Connie assured her. "I just meant that I don't
want to make you feel uncomfortable."
"Don't be silly!" Carolyn replied and kissed her on the
cheek, making sure her breasts came in full contact with
Connie's.
Don took advantage of the moment to put his arms around both
women and take turns kissing them. Someone's hand captured his
cock. He was not sure whose it was, but did not care. Connie was
making small sounds in her throat as Carolyn kissed one of her
large breasts. He gently opened Connie's thighs and the hand led
his cock to the pouting lips of her pussy as Carolyn's fingers
parted them and urged his cockhead inside the girl. Delicate
fingers massaged his balls as he slid deep inside the big woman
and he felt Carolyn's tongue teasing the base of his cock as he
fucked. Connie's tongue had driven deep into his mouth and was
dueling with his own.
When he came again, both women shared the warm juices as
they spurted out of him and splashed across their lips and
breasts. Licking one another off, they did not stop until they
were busily devouring one another's pussy as Don watched. He had
always suspected Carolyn would be a passionate lover, but never
really thought she would be as lascivious as his sensuous neigh-
bor. Nor had he suspected that she would be as bisexual as she
was. After Connie arrived, Carolyn had paid surprisingly little
attention to him and concentrated on the other girl's breasts and
pussy. Connie, on the other hand, had stayed true to her nature
and paid Don's cock the attention it craved, sucking it deep into
her throat and rolling his balls between her lips.
Finally, the three of them lay side by side, exhausted and
covered with perspiration.
"I like your friends," Carolyn told him and squirmed around
to give Connie a kiss.
"So do I," Don agreed and ran his hand over Connie's wet
bush.
Connie hugged both of them tightly and closed her eyes. Her
orgasm had left her only partially satisfied, and Carolyn's warm,
tight body glowed like a warm coal beside her. Under her hand,
though, Don's cock curled soft and small as she kneaded lightly.
it would take more than casual excitement to bring it up again,
she knew. Carolyn, however was already beginning to pulsate gent-
ly against her. Boldly, she let her fingers run along the crack
of the smaller woman's ass and dip between her thighs to caress
the damp flesh of her vagina. She was rewarded by a pair of soft
lips on her nipples and knowing fingers probing her own pussy as
Carolyn rose to the occasion.
Moments later, they had shifted position with Carolyn
mounted atop her, busily licking her wide-open pussy while she
probed the other woman's cunt with her tongue and fingers. As
Carolyn sucked her clitoris like a tiny cock, Connie did the same
to her and felt the woman humping her pussy into her mouth as she
reached down and forced Carolyn's face deeper into her crotch.
Laying on top of Connie brought back memories from many
years for Carolyn. Marsha had been her best friend for as long as
she could remember, and the two girls had grown up together.
Therefore, when John, Marsha's older brother, took an interest in
the developing Carolyn, it was not so much of a noticeable event
as a natural development. The day they kissed, though, she felt
his stiff penis through their clothes and knew that something
important had happened. John was two years older than the girls,
and more sophisticated than either of them. A popular athlete, he
never lacked for girls friends, but had been taken with the pert
curve of Carolyn's behind and the upturn of her growing breasts.
When she accepted his invitation to go to the drive-in that
night, she immediately thought of telling Marsha. But, for no
particular reason, she changed her mind at the last moment and
put the telephone back in the cradle. She thought of John's kiss
for the rest of the afternoon and, as she relaxed in the bath,
she closed her eyes and remembered the feeling of his penis
pressing against her thigh as their lips pressed together. She
wondered what it looked like and a tight feeling in the pit of
her stomach told her that she would soon know!
He had kissed her as soon as they pulled into the drive-in
and she answered him savagely, meeting his lips with a hungry
pressure as he drove his tongue into her mouth and his hands
began roaming over her body. She let them go and encouraged him
by rubbing his chest and arms with her own hands as her tongue
met his and tried to delve as deeply into his throat as she could
go. She whimpered in excitement as he squeezed her breasts, and
her hand pressed his closer and harder. Not satisfied, he
caressed her behind and rubbed her thighs, reaching the hem of
her skirt and sliding it up until her white panties showed.
Her own hand was rubbing his thigh as she waited for his
fingers to climb further up her leg. Suddenly, he took her hand
in his and placed it firmly on the hard lump of his penis. She
gasped as she felt it jump under the smooth fabric of his
trousers, and his hand guided hers in a slow rubbing motion that
she continued after he let go. His hands went back to her thighs
and rubbed her soaking pussy through the slick cloth of her
panties. His fingers slipped inside and she felt them probing her
pussy as she found the zipper of his trousers. She pulled it
down as John pulled her panties down over her behind and massaged
the cheeks of her bare ass. She raised up so he could pull them
the rest of the way down and freed his penis as he did so. It
sprang out hard and furious, and her eyes opened wide as she saw
it.
John guided her hand once more and she felt the smooth skin
of his cock for the first time as he taught her how to stroke it
up and down. Reaching down, he freed his balls and she felt their
heavy softness, feeling them slip away from her fingers inside
their warm sac. His fingers were stroking her pussy by now and
she shifted her weight again as he opened her lips and played
with her clitoris. His fingers probed her pussy lightly and she
gasped as they touched the delicate membrane of her hymen and
pressed softly inward.
"Be careful. Don't hurt me," she whispered.
He did not answer but pressed his mouth on hers and she felt
his tongue pulsing in and out of her mouth as his hand guided
hers up and down his cock to match the rhythm of his tongue. His
other hand set up a similar pattern on her clitoris until she was
conscious of nothing but the pulsing of his fingers and the
swollen thickness of his cock in her hand. She could hardly
breathe because of the excitement that was building in her, and
she broke the kiss finally to look down at the beautiful cock in
her hand. The head was almost purple and shone darkly as drops of
moisture oozed from the slit in its tip.
"Suck it!" John Whispered urgently.
She looked at him to see if he really meant it. He was
sitting with his head thrown back and his eyes closed. There was
no question that he had meant what he said. Very slowly,she
lowered her head, his fingers still strumming her clitoris. When
her closed lips came in contact with the rubbery head he thrust
upward, trying to feed her. She let the tip of her tongue brush
over it and found the taste to be far from unpleasant. His hand
on the back of her head drove her down and she found her mouth
filled with is cock and she gagged.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I've never done this before."
"If you don't like it..."
"No!" she objected. "I do like it. It's just that you have
to let me get used to it!"
Slowly, she returned to her task. This time she took several
inches of his cock into her mouth and sucked it as he had told
her to in the beginning. The effect was immediate on him and he
groaned and twisted his hips, trying to fuck her virgin mouth as
she sucked her first cock. She marveled at the hot, spongy feel
of the head as it slid over her tongue and felt the loose skin
sliding between her lips as her head tried to match the furious
pumping of his hips.
Suddenly, Carolyn became aware of something happening and a
salty taste invaded her mouth as John's cock shot streams of
come. It took a moment for her to realize what was happening and
then all the hushed stories she had heard came back to her in a
heady, exciting rush. She sucked the throbbing cock with a ven-
geance to capture drop after drop and swallowed it all greedily.
As she sucked, the lovely thing began to wilt in her mouth and
John forced her away from it.
By the time the movie was halfway over, she had sucked him
hard once more and had come in his hand as he frigged her cli-
toris to a frenzy. She climbed on top of him and pressed his cock
against the soft down of her cunt and pressed her lips to his as
he fumbled between them. She squealed sharply as his cock pene-
trated her hymen and entered her pussy. Despite the burning sen-
sation in her pussy, she humped him madly, feeling his cock
pressing against her cervix. He pulled out of her abruptly and
she felt his come splashing against her stomach as she held his
cock close to her as he continued to thrust his hips at her.
It marked the beginning of her lifelong infatuation with
sex, and she spent the rest of that year meeting John whenever
and wherever she could. She became expert at deriving pleasure
from his and soon learned how to entice him into serving all her
pleasure points.
They were in John's bedroom when Marsha discovered them.
They had thought they were alone in the house and had wasted no
time in getting out of their clothes. Marsha walked in on them,
they were in the sixty-nine position with Carolyn kneeling over
John's mouth as she sucked his cock and jerked him off the way he
especially loved. Marsha stopped cold as she saw them and stood
for a moment watching. So busy with one another, they were, that
neither realized she was there. Carolyn's thighs hid John's view,
and when she turned her eyes and saw her best friend watching,
she froze, the swollen cock halfway down her throat, her hands
cradling his balls.
Neither girl moved until Marsh licked her lips nervously and
moved her hand to her breast. As she did, Carolyn slid John's red
cock as far into her throat as she could, making him moan as she
forced the muscles of her throat to swallow frantically. As he
began to come, she lifted her head and used her hand to pump his
cock so that Marsha could see the gobs of come spurting up on
Carolyn's face and hair.
Marsha gasped and fled.
Carolyn's orgasm washed over her like a wave as John's
tongue swirled over her clitoris, and she came again, almost
immediately, grinding her pussy into his face.
She found Marsha in her own room. She was sitting on the
edge of her bed with tears running down her cheeks. At first
Carolyn had not noticed it, but she soon realized Marsha's hands
were in her shorts and the girl was very obviously playing with
herself as she sat crying.
"I'm sorry," Carolyn said and sat beside her.
"It's all right," Marsha sniffled. "It's just..."
"What?"
"I can't tell you."
"Please! Don't cry! I didn't want you to know!" Carolyn
pleaded. She put her arms around Marsha to comfort her and felt
the girl's wet cheek against her own. For the first time, too,
she became aware of the firmness of her friend's breasts.
"Oh, Carolyn," Marsha sobbed. It was so...so...Oh, God! How
could you stand it?"
"What do you mean?"
Marsha stopped crying and tried to get ahold of herself.
"I'm sorry," she said stiffly. "I guess I got carried away
seeing you and Johnnie like that. It's O.K., though. You're my
best friend, so I won't get mad."
Slowly, it began to dawn on Carolyn.
"You and Johnnie?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
They were still holding one another and Marsha's arms held her
closely.
"Are you mad at me?" Marsha asked in a tiny voice.
"No! You did it with your brother?"
"It wasn't like that!" Marsha pleaded. "I mean, I love
Johnnie. Please don't tell anybody. I'd die if anybody else found
out."
"I won't tell. And don't you!" Carolyn replied. "But..."
"But what?" Marsha was suddenly alarmed.
"Well, you saw me with Johnnie. It's not fair unless you let
me see you."
Marsha's eyes widened.
"Carolyn! What are you saying?"
"Nothing. Just that you have to let me watch you with him,
just like you watched me. Then we'll be even."
Marsha looked around as if to make sure they were alone.
"We, uh...we sort of do everything," she said quietly.
"So do we."
"I know. Johnnie told me."
"You knew we went all the way?"
"He told me when you blew him in the drive-in. You really
turned him on! He didn't want any other girl but you. And me, of
course."
"Then why did you get so upset just now?"
"Seeing you doing that to him. It just made me want...
never mind. I guess I was just acting silly. And besides, you
caught me playing with myself. I was a little embarrassed, and
all. Besides, you're so pretty and I'm so..."
Carolyn impulsively kissed the other girl and was surprised
to have the kiss returned. The tip of Marsha's tongue touched her
lips for a second and then the kiss was gone. Carolyn remembered
the delicious hot flush that crept through her as she realized
what the kiss really meant.
"You kiss good," she said. "And besides, I don't know why
you think I'm so pretty. Look at you you're breasts are twice as
big as mine. I bet Johnnie really likes them."
Marsha smiled and looked down at herself.
"He likes to suck them," she said. "I love it when he does."
Carolyn eyed the larger girl's nipples poking through the
light fabric of her T-shirt. Even at 15, Marsha's breasts were
large and heavy, almost as large then as Connie's were now,
Carolyn thought to herself as she reminisced. And easily as
sensitive! She had giggled mischievously as she tickled one of
Marsha's nipples, making the other girl gasp with surprise.
"Carolyn!"
"As good as Johnnie?"
Marsha looked at her coyly.
"Maybe," she said with a little grin. She was looking away,
but her eyes met Carolyn's for a scant moment. The meaning was
there, all right. Carolyn saw that look too many times after that
to have forgotten how it affected her then.
Now it was her turn to become shy.
"I can be better," she said, lowering her eyes.
Marsha did not answer but continued to look down at the bed-
covers. Her hands twisted together nervously.
"Want to see?" Carolyn pressed. Marsha nodded once without
looking at her.
"Promise not to tell anybody?"
Again, Marsha nodded and Carolyn slid next to her.
"Lift up your shirt," she whispered, and when Marsha did,
she stared at the full, blue-veined breasts with their pink caps.
She ran her hands softly over one of them, feeling its full
weight as she lifted it. Without another word, she bent her head
and captured the turgid nipple and began sucking, moving her
tongue over it. She felt Marsha's own hands tentatively exploring
her body and when she shifted to the other breast and continued
sucking, Marsha peeled her shirt away and began fondling her
small, hard breasts, too.
"Am I as good as Johnnie?" she asked impishly and went back
to sucking the excited nipple.
Marsha's only answer was a strange sound from deep in her
throat and the movement of her hands to Carolyn's shorts. Without
taking her lips away from Marsha's tits, she shifted her weight
and allowed the girl to run her hand down inside her panties to
caress her pussy.
When John found them, Carolyn recalled, they were wearing
only their panties, and had only slipped them back on when they
heard him coming.
Connie moved sinuously beneath her and Carolyn slid her fin-
gers into the soft mat of pubic hair between the girl's thighs.
She had always enjoyed the bodies of larger women, a throw-back,
she was sure, to her years with Marsha and John. Don had rejoined
them and was assisting Connie in ministering to Carolyn's pussy,
tonguing it deeply as Connie sucked her clitoris. It was a rare
combination of effects she especially loved and wondered why she
had never before recognized just how sexy a man Don was. They had
known one another for several years and had just now decided to
see one another socially. Tonight, she had been hoping for a nice
lay, but this was much, much more than she had bargained for.
Don tasted the heady aroma of Carolyn's pussy and pressed
his tongue further inside her. His cheek was pressed against
Connie's and he could feel the muscles of her jaw and face
working as she sucked her pink clitoris. He put his arm around
Connie and cupped her large breast, pressing his still-limp cock
against her ample ass. She tensed her muscles, pinching it be-
tween the smooth, firm cheeks. As the two of them continued
eating Carolyn, he felt his cock begin to slowly grow as the
warmth of Connie's ass filled him. She, too, was becoming aware
of the stiffening prick between her cheeks as she began to make a
slow, rubbing motion with her hips. Carolyn's lips and tongue at
her cunt also enhanced her rhythm and Don knew her orgasm was not
far off.
Connie reminded him of someone else he had once known and
loved. They were much younger then, but Sue had had the same
wide, ample body and the full, pendulous breasts that marked
Connie so distinctively. They had met at a party and each had
left their own date to slip away. Taken with the wildness of the
moment, they had gone to his apartment and necked heavily until
he slipped his hand inside her bra to feel her nipples. He winced
in pleasure as he remembered the way she had grabbed his hand and
pressed it hard against her warm flesh. Reaching behind her, he
unhooked her bra even as she was pulling her sweater over her
head and immediately kissed the huge nipples as they came
tumbling into view. Sue's breasts hung low and pendulous, the
tips crowned with dark brown aureolae and huge nipples that stood
out like corks. He lifted one of her breasts with both hands and
devoured it, sucking as much soft flesh into his mouth as he
could hold.
As he licked and sucked her breasts, Sue's hands tentatively
roamed to the waistband of his trousers and lingered there.
Without leaving her breasts, he ran his right hand down her back
and slipped it inside her slacks to feel the soft flesh of her
ass. As he did, she expertly undid his belt and pulled down his
zipper she grasped his raging cock at the same moment he found
the wet folds of her pussy. As he frigged her wet hole, she
pulled away and bent over to take his cock in her mouth to run
her tongue the full length of the big vein swelling beneath it.
Sue had always sucked his cock better than anyone in the world
until he met Connie. It had been years since he had seen her, but
he could still feel her lips and tongue urging the juices out of
his balls.
He cold also remember her big, soft body as she loomed over
him, rubbing her breasts all over his face and chest, her soft
ass massaging his stomach and thighs until her pussy captured the
head of his cock and drew its full length into her. Their
relationship was based on lust, by their own design and desire.
They put no bounds on their lust, except to honor the other's
decision to say "No" to anything. As far as Don could remember,
it was a word that neither of them ever used.
Carolyn's spasms told him she was coming again, and Connie
was making tiny sounds as she glued her lips to the girl's
clitoris. Don's cock had come to a full erection and pressed
against the tender flesh inside of Connie's thighs. She opened
her legs and let the head slip against her own wet cunt and
reached down to stroke his balls with her finger-tips. They were
wet and heavy as he pushed his cock far into her open pussy. A
sudden intrusion of Carolyn's lips and tongue across Don's balls
caused her to withdraw her fingers. Immediately, she felt Carolyn
licking her pussy, tasting the heavy juices that Don's cock was
forcing from her, and exciting her clitoris as the broad penis
inside her stretched her vagina.
Don was on his knees now, seriously fucking Connie from
behind, feeling the full mounds of her broad buttocks against his
abdomen everytime he thrust into her. Carolyn was licking the two
of them as they worked and he knew his third orgasm was shortly
forthcoming as her tongue worked to send the thick, white juice
up into his cock. It was better than even Sue had been. Despite
Sue's fantasy to be ganged-fucked, they had never had anyone join
them and Don did not even know whether Sue would have liked it or
not. But Connie left no doubt. She was the perfect complement for
him. He wondered what she would be like by herself, and then
remembered the phenomenal blow-job she had given him in her
apartment.
Just before he came, he slipped his cock out of her pussy
and fucked it against her clit. Carolyn licked the dripping head
as well as Connie's wet cunt as he began to come again. The come
spurted out of him and across Connie's pubic hair. Carolyn caught
most of it in her mouth and crawled up to kiss both of them
deeply. Both Connie and Don tasted the mixture of male come and
pussy juice in her mouth as they took turns spearing their ton-
gues deeply inside her.
Connie half-woke as Carolyn kissed her goodbye and left the
apartment. Don kissed her too and promised to let her sleep until
he came back, and she lazily closed her eyes and let them go. The
next time she woke, Don's naked body was sliding into bed beside
her and he pressed warm and strong beside her. She wiggled her
ass contentedly as he pressed up against her. Sighing, she went
back to sleep. When she awoke again, the sun was shining brightly
in the open window and Don was sucking one of her breasts. A cup
of coffee and a glass of orange juice were on the bedstand.
"Good morning," she murmured and reached for the class of
juice. Don beat her to it, though, and knelt beside her, his cock
stiff and dark.
Taking his cock, he dipped it in the glass of orange juice
and then presented it to her to suck clean. When she did, he
repeated the exercise again and again until she held him still
and sucked him vigorously.
"Not so fast!" he warned her. "I have limits, you know!"
She leaned back and laughed.
"Hand me my coffee," she told him. "And don't scald your
dick in it, either!"
He chuckled and handed the cup to her.
"How was your trip last night?" she asked.
"To Carolyn's place? Fine. She likes you, she says. I just
took a chance, actually. When I saw you watching us, I figured if
she didn't like it, she could leave early. I didn't realize she
was as into it as she is!"
"She seems nice, but I think I might be giving the wrong
idea of myself," Connie said. "I'm actually a very conservative
person. You just seem to bring out secrets that I thought no one
could find! You seem to enjoy them so much, I guess it's O.K. But
last night I got a little worried a couple of times."
Don kissed her.
"You're more than any man could ever hope to dream of!" he
assured her. "You're probably the most exciting woman I've ever
met."
Connie pinched his ribs playfully.
"That's why you call me so much!" she retorted. "I was
beginning to think...well, I'm glad we caught each other
tonight."
Don nodded and kissed her again.
"I'm sorry," he told her simply and slipped into bed beside
her.
Connie put her coffee down very carefully and rolled toward
him. Wordlessly, he slid his body on top of hers as she opened
her thighs to him. His cock was already stiff and he slid it into
her wet pussy without delay, sinking it in as far as it would go.
He could feel the muscles of her vagina squeezing around it as he
began to draw it out again. Her hands were firmly upon his ass,
guiding his speed and pulling him into her as deeply as she could
urge him.
They fucked slowly and deliberately, all concentration on
the juncture of their bodies, he reveling in the smooth tightness
of her pussy, and she in the plunging friction of his wide cock.
He made little whimpering sounds as he came in her and she
answered him with her own orgasm moments later. As his soft cock
slipped out, she felt the mixture of their juices seep out of her
and slide down into the crack of her ass. As they lay quietly in
their afterglow, she let her fingers creep down to touch her
tender cunt and feel the slippery flesh between her thighs. Then
they slept.
Connie awoke with a warm feeling and quickly recognized that
she was captured in the arms of a man who was holding her from
behind and stroking her right breast. His cock pressed hotly
against the tender flesh of her behind, which she moved
seductively against him, and felt the hard penis jump against her
ass. Her skin was caked with dried come and it cracked as she
moved.
"Where's the bathroom?" she asked, and got out of bed
reluctantly.
She was about to return to bed when he met her at the door.
"Shower-time!" he announce and she allowed him to steer her
back into the bathroom and entered the shower stall.
The warm water cascaded them and Don began lathering her
body with a rich smelling soap. She braced herself against the
side of the shower stall as his fingers slipped between her legs
and soaped the tender folds of her vagina. Taking the soap, she
lathered her hands and then rubbed his cock and balls until they
were white with suds. He knelt and carefully scrubbed each leg
and, turning her around, soaped her back and her wide bottom,
taking special care to run his hands over her round buttocks and
down into the tender flesh of her pussy.
Turning around, she did the same to him, starting at the
back of his neck and working her way down to his buttocks.
Slipping her hand between his legs, she soaped his balls well,
feeling their weight in the palm of her hand. She moved her
fingers and felt them sliding away from her touch. Resoaping her
hands, she smoothed his ass once more, groping as intimately as
he had, until her turned and took her in his arms.
His cock was stiff once again, and she broke the kiss to
kneel before him. The water rained down on her face as she
engulfed his cock and began sucking him with long, slow strokes.
His hands entwined in her wet hair as he moved with her questing
mouth. He made her break the embrace before coming, however, and
pulled her out of the shower to kneel on the soft rug on the
bathroom floor.
Without a word he knelt behind her and entered her pussy
with a single stroke and began fucking her deeply. She put her
hands under her to feel his cock going in and out, and rubbed the
tip of her clitoris as he fucked her. Her orgasm was beginning to
build when he suddenly stopped and pulled out of her.
"I can't get enough of you!" he gasped. "Let's get back in
bed!"
"Let's dry off first," she laughed. "I'm freezing to death!"
He laughed and wrapped her in an oversized bath towel, and
gave her another to fold around her soaking hair. He rubbed
himself dry and led her back to the bed. She sat down on the
bedside and began rubbing her hair dry as he knelt in front of
her and parted her thighs. Sliding forward so that her ass was on
the very edge, she exposed her gaping cunt to his mouth and
closed her eyes as he expertly sucked her clitoris and then ran
his tongue the length of her pussy. His fingers tickled her ass
and her clitoris as his tongue delved into the depths of her
slit.
Don felt her legs tremble as she came again and again while
he ate her. He tasted the heady aroma of her cunt and realized
just how unique and delicious her pussy was. He sucked her clit
into his mouth and heard her making low, panting sounds as he
continued making her come. Finally, he stood up and kissed her on
the lips.
"Sit down," she whispered and quickly changed places with
him.
She looked closely at his red cock and the heavy balls
beneath it. It was fringed by curly brown hair, and a light down
covered his balls. She wet her tongue and ran it over the
wrinkled sac hanging between his legs. Lifting his balls, she ran
her tongue over the sensitive place just behind them and felt his
body react. She worked back up over his balls and licked the
length of his cock, using her fingers to milk out a tiny drop of
clear juice for her to taste.
Secretly, Connie prided herself on being an accomplished
cocksucker who loved her work! She had first learned about it
when she was in the back seat of George Pauley's car. He had come
in her mouth and she had been furious and made him take her right
home. She went immediately to her room that night and lay awake
shaking in excitement thinking about what she had just done, and
tasting the lingering traces of come. She could still hear
George's breath coming in quick pants and the whimpering sounds
he made as the gobs of come flooded her mouth. She put three
fingers in her cunt and brought herself to such a shattering
orgasm that her mother had knocked on her bedroom door to see if
she was all right.
It was not until a few months later, though, that she really
learned what it was really all about and how much she enjoyed it.
She was staying with her aunt and uncle for a week while her
parents were away, and had been enjoying her stay as she always
did. She and her Aunt Carlie had been shopping and sightseeing,
and doing things together like going to lunch in fashionable
restaurants that had made Connie feel very grown-up and sophis-
ticated. Carlie was several years younger than Connie's mother
and more of an older sister than an aunt to Connie. The two of
them laughed and swapped stories, Carlie always interested in her
niece's latest doings.
One afternoon, they were sitting in an outdoor cafe having
an ice cream soda when Carlie suddenly winked and nodded toward a
young man walking by. Connie looked at him keenly, trying to
discern what her aunt was looking at. The man was rather handsome
with a good build and dark, curly hair. Connie found herself
rather interested as he passed.
"Great buns!" her aunt remarked and Connie blushed as she
realized she was watching him with more than passing interest.
"Don't tell me you hadn't noticed," she teased the girl.
"When I was your age, I..."
She let her voice trail off as she grinned mischievously.
Connie blushed crimson and looked down at her ice cream. Her aunt
patted her forearm reassuringly.
"Don't tell me you don't have any boyfriends!"
Connie shrugged.
"I go out sometimes," she answered.
"Good God, he's sweet!" her aunt said looking at the young
man again. "I'll bet he's hung like a horse!"
"Aunt Carlie!" Connie exclaimed.
"What's the matter?" she laughed. "Do you think you kids
have a monopoly on sex? Us old ladies like to look too! Just
don't tell Jack I was checking out the local talent. He seems to
think I should be blind!"
Connie grinned. She liked Carlie just because the woman made
her feel she was on her level and not a child. She had had a lot
more intimate conversation with her girlfriends, of course, but
talking so frankly with her aunt made her feel even more mature.
"I won't tell him, Aunt Carlie."
"That's O.K.," the woman conceded. "You probably liked
that kid better than I did! Myra better keep her eye on you!"
Again Connie blushed.
"You little devil!" Aunt Carlie teased. "You're way ahead of
all of us, aren't you? Tell your Aunt Carlie all about it. I
can't wait to hear what goodies you've been into."
And so the afternoon went on until Connie had confessed her
recent fun and games to her aunt who, in turn, confided in Connie
about some of the affairs she had had as a teen-ager. When Connie
asked about her current activities, however, Carlie changed the
subject and the two of them left the cafe and went home. Connie
knew she had touched on something that her aunt found extremely
sensitive, and Connie was more than certain that Carlie was
having an affair with someone.
Connie ran her tongue the length of Don's cock and then
poked the tip of it under the ridge of its large, spongy head.
Softly, she covered it with her lips and ran her tongue into the
tiny slit. She loved the feel of a man's glans in her mouth and
squeezed the shaft with her hand to make the head swell large and
firm. Don arched his back as she slid the cock deep into her
throat. His pubic hair tickled her nose as she sucked contentedly
on the throbbing cock.
"Can you wait a couple of minutes? I have to run inside and
see about some business," her aunt had said as they pulled up in
front of a small office building. It housed a real estate office,
primarily and Connie waited as her aunt went inside.
As the time passed, she grew more restless and began to
worry as thirty minutes went by. Finally, she got out of the car
and went into the office. There was no one in the outer office,
but she could hear her aunt's voice very clearly coming from
behind a closed door.
"Oh God! I love that!" she was saying and a man's voice
responded, so muffled that Connie could not make out what he was
saying.
Connie tiptoed over to the door and opened it a tiny crack
to peek through. Her aunt sat on a desk. Her blouse was open and
her breasts hung bare. Her shirt was pulled above her waist and a
man knelt between her thighs, his face buried in her bush. Connie
flushed with excitement as she saw his pants were down and his
hand was stroking his erect cock as he ate her aunt's pussy. His
cock was broad and long; it seemed gigantic compared to George
Pauley's. Connie stared at it as he stroked it back and forth.
As she watched, he stood up, and her aunt slid off the desk
to kneel before him and suck his cock into her mouth. He held her
head and fucked in and out while she stroked his ass and soothed
his swaying balls. Finally she stood up.
"Fuck me, Stan," she gasped as she sat back on the desk,
opening her legs for him. Connie saw the pink lining of her cunt
as she opened the lips to accommodate his cock. The man drove it
into her as the girl watched in breathless excitement. She had
never seen anyone fucking before and watching her aunt taking the
fat cock into her pussy was almost more than she could bear.
Suddenly the man's hips began moving incredibly fast he
began grunting with passion.
"Oh yes! Come in me," Aunt Carlie panted. "Shoot it all!"
Connie could see her hands digging into the man's buttocks
as her aunt pulled him closer and closer. Her feet were suspended
in the air, pumping furiously in time to his thrusting hips and
she squealed as he stopped and shuddered.
"Oh Christ!" Carlie exclaimed. "I left my niece out in the
car. She'll think I got lost!"
"You're too much, Carlie!" the man exclaimed and Connie saw
them straighten up and adjust their clothes. When her aunt re-
turned to the car, Connie was conveniently asleep and smiled
sweetly as the woman got into the car.
As they drove toward home, they passed another young man
walking beside them.
"Great buns," Connie remarked pointedly.
"I suppose," her aunt replied and then looked at her oddly
for a moment. Neither spoke again until they were nearly home.
Then Aunt Carlie cleared her throat and began.
"I'm trying to prepare a little surprise for Uncle Frank, so
maybe we shouldn't tell him about the stop we made today. I
wouldn't want him to put two and two together and ruin it."
Connie nodded and looked down at the floor.
"I'm sorry I was so long," her aunt continued. "I just got
involved and couldn't get out of there!"
"I know," Connie murmured.
Her aunt smiled wryly.
"Stan has nice buns," Connie added and winked impishly.
"Connie! Don't tell me you...Oh my God!"
Her aunt had to pull the car over to the side of the road
while she got ahold of herself. And Connie rolled her eyes in
fear that she had gone too far.
Her Aunt Carlie leaned back and looked at the roof of the
car.
"I'm so embarrassed," she said. "I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything," Connie answered. "It's
O.K. I love you, Aunt Carlie. I know you must love him, too, or
you wouldn't..."
"Oh, you don't know!" her aunt laughed. "Connie, you just
don't know! Frank is a nice guy, but he's...well, he's sort of
boring, if you know what I mean. I wouldn't hurt him for any-
thing, but Stan just turns me to water. I mean, I would do any-
thing for him!"
"I think I know what you mean," Connie told her. "I wouldn't
think of saying anything to Uncle Frank. Are you going to leave
him and marry Stan?"
Carlie looked at her and shook her head.
"Stanley is not the kind of man a girl marries, Connie. The
reason he screws so great is that he gets a lot of practice.
Marriage isn't going to change that man... I shouldn't be talking
to you like this. You're liable to get the wrong idea. Marriage
is supposed to be different, isn't it?"
Connie shrugged. She could still picture her aunt kneeling
in front of the man as he fucked her mouth. Her underpants were
soaked from her excitement and she wished her aunt would hurry on
home so she could go to her room and change, and maybe stroke the
burning place between her thighs. But her aunt needed her - what?
Approval? Forgiveness? Perhaps, thought Connie as she thought
back the conversation they had had at lunch, her aunt was really
seeking some sort of complicity, an ally or a compatriot. Connie
swallowed hard and looked at the woman.
"I sort of liked watching you," she said quietly. "It was
kind of like I was watching what I wanted to do, if you know what
I mean."
"Connie, don't say that... besides, I don't know what you
saw," her aunt replied.
"I saw you blow him," Connie said quickly and waited to see
what she would say. To her relief and surprise, Carlie smiled and
looked back at her.
"It must run in the family," she said. "We Munson women are
born cocksuckers, it seems. Yes, Stan has a most wonderful cock,
Connie. I'm sure, though, that someday you'll find one equally
delightful. Now we have to be going. We'll talk about this again.
Believe me, we will!"
Connie had stopped sucking Don's cock, not wanting him to
come too quickly and was slowing and torturously licking the line
between his balls and his ass as she tickled his hole with a
fingertip. Don had a nice cock, she mused. Just enough more than
a mouthful to be exciting and so smooth and delicious. She closed
her eyes and let her thoughts wander back to her Aunt Carlie once
more.
Two days later, Aunt Carlie told Connie she had a surprise
for her and later that afternoon, formally introduced her to Stan
and her surprise - Stan's nephew, Phillip. They were at Stan's
apartment overlooking a large park, and Carlie suggested the two
them take a walk to get better acquainted.
Connie ran her tongue the length of Don's cock once more and
remembered the feel of Phillip's cock when she first took it in
her mouth. It was bigger than George's, almost as big as Stan's,
she always thought. She sucked Pillip until he was almost ready
to come and then sat up on the couch and pulled her dress up for
him to lick her pussy. As he burrowed into her cunt, she could
hear her aunt being fucked in the bedroom. Either by accident or
design they had left the bedroom door partially ajar, and Connie
could see glimpses of flesh as the couple inside moved back and
forth on the bed.
She remembered Phillip's naked body as he stood before her
and stripped her dress and bra from her and tossed them on the
floor beside her panties, and she remembered the feel of his
thick, sweet cock as it entered her pussy for the first time,
sliding all the way in while her aunt's moans came from the bed-
room. She had come almost immediately, and Phillip came shortly
thereafter, causing a river of sperm to run down the inside of
her thighs.
She got up and walked naked to the bathroom and felt
Phillip's eyes on her ass as she went. Inside the bathroom, she
put two fingers to her pussy and tasted the delicious mixture of
juices still running out of her. Then she peed and wiped herself.
On her way back to Phillip, she paused beside the bedroom door
and peered inside. Her aunt was kneeling over Stan's chest, his
face covered by her hairy cunt as she took his cock deep into her
throat and massaged his balls as she sucked him.
Unconsciously, she had opened the door wider to watch,
stroking her clitoris at the same time. A moment later, Phillip's
hands captured her breasts and she felt the tip of his cock
poking into the deep crack between her buttocks. Arching her
back, she reached behind her to guide it lower to where her pussy
still dripped with the excitement of watching her aunt go down on
her lover. Phillip moved behind her and his cock entered her cunt
from behind with such force that she gasped.
Her aunt had looked up at her with a panicky, worried look
on her face, and then had smiled as their eyes met. Connie
reached between her legs and held Phillip's balls as he groaned
in pleasure while he humped against her ass. Carlie's smile
turned into a pouting "O" as she went back to the erect cock in
her hands. She proceeded to give Connie her first real lesson in
cocksucking then, as she licked her lover's cock and balls, and
finally urged streams of white come out of him - streams which
she quickly gobbled up as Connie watched in amazement. Phillip
had long since come, and his juices were again running down the
inside of her legs.
Her aunt was milking her lover's cock into her mouth,
straining to capture the last of the succulent white cream he
shot. Bits of the fluid seeped at the corner of her mouth as she
closed her eyes in obvious ecstacy. Connie watched the woman's
throat working as she tried to swallow the length of Stan's cock.
With Phillip's semi-hard cock pressing her ass, she watched her
aunt with growing excitement and slowly dropped to her knees,
turning to capture the boy's penis in her hands. Watching her
aunt out of the corner of her eye, she sucked the still-soft
organ into her mouth and felt it jerk alive on her tongue.
Carlie smiled as she watched her niece going down on the
handsome lad. She wiggled her ass as Stan's tongue swirled around
her clitoris, bringing her closer and closer to climax. Connie's
mother was a demure prig of a woman, just the opposite of her
hot-blooded little sister. Carlie recognized herself in Connie
and had vowed to help the girl out from under the moral tyranny
of her mother. It was, after all, an aunt's duty to help her
niece enter the mysteries of womanhood, she told herself as she
weighed Stan's balls in her fingers.
Connie had held onto Phillip's hips as he fucked her mouth
and tried to counter his movements with her own, feeling the
luscious cock slipping back and forth between her tongue and the
roof of her mouth. When he suddenly broke the rhythm to thrust
deep into her throat, she gagged and choked, gasping to catch her
breath. She could hear her aunt snickering softly from the bed
and turned crimson with embarrassment. Later, Carlie had told her
how to avoid choking on an over-exuberant man, but it would be
some years before she learned to deep-throat.
Connie was a cocksucker from a long line of cocksuckers. She
had taken naturally to her calling and with the prompting of her
lascivious aunt, became a mistress to her oral desires. Don
moaned loudly as he shot a stream of white come into the air. She
quickly brought her thoughts back to business and captured the
erupting column in her mouth to taste the second spurt of hot
cream. Don's body convulsed as he pumped his orgasm into her
sucking mouth.
Connie stretched out on the supine body of her lover and
shared a deep kiss with him, barely flicking their tongues to-
gether with his hands wandering over her wide ass. At times like
these, she forgot how she so often envied the narrow-hipped, thin
girls who seemed to steal every show and parade themselves as
paragons of feminine beauty. Her man loved her for the big, soft
woman she was - what she was and who she was. Putting her head on
his shoulder, she closed her eyes and luxuriated in the feel of
his hands soothing her satiated body.
Outside the window, birds chirped noisily in the morning
sun. She would have to take the time to look at them through the
binoculars Don had given her, provided she could stop listening
to the song of his magnificent trouser lark!
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