room. With sure, deft knowledge, Birdie Wilson snaked her tiny soft hand inside.his fly, gripped the warmly pulsing shaft of his massively hardened cock, and pulled it out into the cool air of the room, where it stood up long and hard in her hand between them.
He thrilled to her touch, his cock's shaft lurching involuntarily in her hand, and his own fumbled with the zipper running down the back of her dress. When he had lowered it to the base of her spine, his hand went inside the dress to caress the smooth, velvet like skin of her back, feeling it warm and vibrant on his palm. Now, he was really in a hurry. He had to have her stripped naked, the sooner the better… like right then!
Breaking the tongue jousting kiss, he leaned back away from her, pulling the dress down over her arms and forcing her to release the grasp of his hardened cock-shaft. Then as he slipped the garment down over the swell of her hips, Birdie gave Kurt a big, beautiful, loving smile that made his heart swell with pride.
She stepped out of the dress, then stooped and picked it up to carry into the bedroom, clad in only the briefest and wispiest of brassiere and panties. Kurt, following behind her, removed his pullover shirt as quickly as he could. 'You know something,' he said mischievously. 'I'm going to fuck the daylights out of you!'
They were in the bedroom then and Kurt was kicking off his running shoes and dropping his Levis. His friend's wife watched him as he finished undressing, and he was standing before her nakedly tall and lithe, his pulsing erection spearing out enormously from the mass of reddish pubic hair covering his loins.
'You're not worried about Stacey any more, are you honey?' asked Birdie thoughtfully. 'After this, you'll be able to face her nice and relaxed, won't you, Kurt?'
In that instant Kurt knew that everything would be all right. He was so grateful that he had a friend like Birdie. 'You're right, sweetness,' he nodded. 'After this I'll be able to make up with her.'
Then he came to her, reached around behind her and released the hooks of her brassiere. The garment came off in his hands to release the full high-set moons of her breasts, placed high and close together on her chest, the valley between them cloven deep. Damn! She was such a mouth-watering delicacy. In the next instant he had dropped his mouth to a spiked-out nipple, his lips capturing and engulfing it to suck and nibble. His hand cupped its satin-skinned twin, his strong fingers digging painfully into the pliant flesh. She moaned softly as she leaned against him, her hips undulating in tiny circles on the hardened flesh of his cock trapped between their bellies.
Bill Wilson's wife felt that telltale weakness in her knees which told her of her building arousal. She forced herself to pause then, pulling away to find the matches that lay on her bedside table and lighting the joint she held in her hand, taking a deep puff and handing it to Kurt. She liked Kurt a lot, and he always seemed to have this effect on her. But of course, he wasn't the only man who could do that to her. There had been and would always be others, including Kurt and her own husband, Bill. That was just the way her personality was, and she accepted the fact totally.
Birdie stripped her panties off and stretched out on top of her bed. Kurt handed her the joint again as he lay down facing her, her dark, smoldering eyes wandering over his well-built body. She reached down to stroke the crinkled, velvet softness of his balls. She took another deep drag of the sweet-smelling smoke, then passed it over to Kurt once more, freeing her other hand to grasp the rock-hard shaft of his cock, expertly working the loose fold of his foreskin back over the angry red-fleshed cock-head. Then, slowly, her head came down to it, her tongue flicking out sinuously to lick away the tiny, droplet that oozed from the split in its tip. The electric contact caused his lush-stiffened penis to jerk and expand involuntarily in her tiny palm.
Then she took the smooth, rubbery coronal bulb deep up into her hot, wet mouth. Kurt's hand gripped her head as she began to suck enthusiastically, as always, her tongue doing wickedly erotic things to his swollen cockhead. He looked down at her smooth, alabaster breasts that seemed to glow in the darkened bedroom, then his glance took in her satiny white back, nipped in at the waist, and full cream-white buttocks, returning finally to her lovely face, where the hardened shaft of his cock was disappearing into her mouth between the softness of her tightly ovalled, hungrily sucking lips. God damn! Why couldn't it be like this with Stacey? What a beautifully wanton and delectable. woman Birdie was… and he loved her in a friendly sort of a way, knowing that he could never have her for himself, alone. She had made it clear, plainly understandable, from the very beginning that she would never leave Bill. But she just loved uninhibited sex… and so did her contented husband!.
Bill's wife's head was beginning to bob up and down now, absorbing more and more of his throbbing length. Her tongue swirled around the tip of it on the outstroke, causing delicious sensations to pound through him as everything seemed to concentrate there in the pulsing head of his cock. Kurt flicked his hips to drive it deeper into her mouth and throat, as he held firmly onto her head.
'God… that feels good, Birdie!' he choked. 'But I want to shove it in your cunt, now! I want to feel that luscious pussy of yours milking my cock… and…'
He released his grip on her head, and she allowed the moist shaft of his cock to slide out of her mouth. Then she slithered her body back up to lie next to him on her back. Looking downward, he could see her slightly spread thighs, the dark, soft curls of her pubic hair and the pink flesh of her cuntal slit, the two tiny petals of her vaginal opening peeping out, glistening dully with the viscous droplets of moisture exuding from the walls of her cunt. 'I've got to get my cock in you for a really good fuck!' he exclaimed, grasping her knees and splaying her smoothly tapered white thighs apart to reveal the whole, exciting feast of her loins to his gaze.
But first he lowered his face down between her legs where it poised just over the split of her coral-hued cuntal flesh. Birdie looked down at him through the deep, narrow valley between her full, erectly mounded breasts and hoped that he would use his mouth on her first. She went absolutely wild with wanton passion when a man – any man did that to her.
Instantly, his head dropped the final few inches and his tongue shot out to bury itself deep into the moistened orifice of her wildly anticipating vagina, which brought a moaning mewl of pleasure to her lips. Then, as his tongue twirled in expertly teasing circles just inside her already lust-inflamed cuntal opening, she reached down and entangled her fingers in his tousled blond hair to pull his face in tight to her undulant loins. Gasping as she felt the high-voltage sensations begin to crackle through her body, she felt Kurt's head move up and down in her cuntal valley. Then, he raised his lips, his tongue pressuring up through the moist pinkness of her throbbing cuntal slit to find the short, hardened shaft of her clitoris. She moaned as his tongue danced a staccato rhythm along the sensitive bud.
Birdie could be still no longer. Quickly pushing his head out from between her legs, she was up on her knees, and was forcing him backward: 'Now you lie down!' she commanded. Kurt stretched out to his full length in the middle of the bed, while his friend's wife reversed her position, throwing a leg over his body, her buttocks facing his head. Then, as she knelt down on all fours, her head came down over his loins, at the same time as the whole of her pussy, tinged scantily with dark, softly curling pubic hair, hung just over his face tantalizingly.
With a moan of renewed anticipation, Kurt felt Bill Wilson's wife take the hardened shaft of his cock into her tiny, soft hands. Then, as she seemed to be rolling it back and forth between her palms, he felt the surging lurch of it. God damn! His penis was jerking spasmodically, and he felt the deliciously moist warmth of her mouth smooth and tantalizing when she ovalled her lips to take the blood-engorged head of his cock up into her mouth once more.
Hanging there undulating just above his own mouth was the tender, pink slit of his friend's wife's needful pussy, and as below, he felt the slow bob of her head up and down the expanding shaft of his cock, her tongue swirling lickingly around the head on each upstroke. He reached up with his hands and spread the dewy lips of her vagina; then raising his head slightly, he met her loins as they came down tight against his face, his tongue snaking out to delve deeply into the sheath of her cuntal opening. He heard her quickly indrawn gasp of pleasure from deep in her chest. It was a sex game they both loved to play, and he knew how it was with her. Oral manipulation of her cunt almost drove her out of her mind; four, five, or more orgasms shuddered through her body deliciously, at times, but damn it… I want to do some regular fucking, too… shove my cock into her and fuck her for all she's worth!
Nevertheless, the sensations burgeoning in his penis, as her honey-smooth mouth sucked at him, her head moving up and down, now, in a gradually faster tempo her mouth and throat taking ever more and more of his lust-hardened shaft, caused him to begin an instinctive flexing of his loins to drive it upward into her oral cavern with urgent fucking movements. Somewhere deep in his belly, behind the base of his cock, he felt the searing heat of his sperm ready to burst over the spillways in its mad rush of ejaculative release, having been dammed up far too long already.
Thrusting his tongue, forward and down, then, as he pulled it out of the moistened depths of her clasping
