Belinda laid me out on the bed, petting my shuddering body as she did, and we shared a mutual cummy kiss of passion. When her face moved away, I could see that David was naked now, and that he was coming to join us on the mattress.
He and Belinda made a perfect couple. Where she was golden and ultra feminine, he was dark and very much a man. His body was a good one, I thought, trim and conditioned, neither skinny nor over muscled, and he wasn't hairy. I don't like hairy guys. David's chest was nearly as smooth as mine, much flatter, too, and I touched it with my hand as he settled down beside me. His nipples were hard, just as mine and Belinda's were, and it was nice to roll my fingers on them. Some guys don't enjoy that, but he did, very much, and he covered my hand with his.
'Pam doesn't like men,' Belinda announced solemnly as her husband touched me on the cunt. 'Why is that?' David wondered, slipping two fingers into my hole. They were long fingers, I noticed, and they had playful impulses which David Rodgers should have patented and put on the aphrodisiac market straightway. He could have made a fortune.
'Too many boys have dumped on me,' I said absently, my hips moving as his fingers worked inside my twat. 'I thought I'd give them up, stick to girls, you know? Uh, could you do that one more time? Please?'
'I know what your problem is,' Belinda suggested into my ear. 'You've been screwing around with too many boys. Why don't you try a man for a change? I don't think I'm bragging when I say I've got the best anywhere.'
She had a point. There was something about David I liked very much, and it wasn't simply the way his fingers tickled me cuntally from the inside out, though that was a big part of it. He was very masculine, but he had a gentleness to him as well. He didn't have to be blatant about his manhood because, apparently, he had nothing to prove to anyone.
His lips touched my neck and moved down my breastbone. When they found my left nipple, I wanted to cry out in delight. If there was such a thing as perfect tit-sucking, he was doing it to me, right now.
He raised his face from my tit and he asked, 'Would you like to fuck, Pam?' So polite, so considerate! I didn't know whether to giggle or laugh. I wasn't really used to having guys ask permission. So I giggled and then laughed and then I nodded a big yes to him, and David moved between the legs I was already spreading wide for him.
His cock hadn't deflated yet – God, what control he must have I and he rubbed it on the outer flesh of my cunt before he prepared to enter me. He was hot and slightly wet and stiff as hell, and the constant tickling of his dick made me squirm in longing. 'Hurry,' I implored.
'If that's what you want,' he said right back, and he put his knob on the slice of my gash. My copper hairs parted for him, and I think my cunt even popped open to give him a clear shot at where I lived.
'Don't be too savage at first,' Belinda counseled. 'She's having her period.'
'No wonder she's so horny,' David said. 'But I'd already noticed, anyway,' and he held up a red-smeared finger. Belinda eyed it this way and that, and then she opened her mouth and began to suck on it.
'Oh, God,' I said, overcome by the craziness of her action. I lifted my cunt and bumped it against the tip of David's dick, and he remembered that I was there. He leaned forward and drove his cock into my cunt with a fierce impetuous thrust that brought his belly to mine almost immediately.
I moaned when I felt his rod inside me, and I clasped him in the compass of my legs. David grabbed me by one tit and he started to fuck me.
Jesus, I told myself. If I was married to this guy, I wouldn't trade him around at swap parties. Belinda must be out of her fucking mind! He was good, the best I'd ever had.
His cock romped and sported in my cunny. There were no other words to describe the situation. He fucked me with a wicked expertise that I was certain could become addictive in about two and a half seconds.
How could I begin to compare him with any of the other guys I'd balled? There were no grounds for comparison. This, I was certain, was what screwing was all about. David wasn't hunching me just to get his rocks off. He saw it as a meeting of our bodies and desires, a meeting that would be absolutely wasted unless both of us enjoyed it, and he screwed me accordingly. Or, shouldn't I say, we screwed accordingly.
I loved it. When his cock plumbed me deeply, deeper, it seemed, than I had ever been fucked before, I wanted to leap into the air and take him with me. His big prong spread my cunt-lips widely and jiggled my clitty in its prepuce of flesh, and he held his belly upon mine while he shook his rod inside me to let me feel the full impress of its presence.
We were in a world of our own while we screwed, but it was a world that had room for at least one more person. As my cunt began to suck and gulp at David's cock, Belinda took my face in her hands and turned it towards her. Her lips fell upon mine and her tongue jabbed inside me, fast, hard, just the way I was getting it cuntally from her husband. She was excited, too. How many times can you still get off watching your man ball another chick? I wondered, and I had no answer for my question.
She tongued me just as hard and fast as her husband fucked me, and I diddled her tongue with my own as it prodded in and out. David was holding one of my tits, and Belinda got her hand on the other one, gripping ft fiercely but lovingly. I couldn't have fallen into better company if I'd put an ad in an underground newspaper, I thought smugly. They were beautiful, people and I felt beautiful just being with them here, now, fucking and living. Belinda stopped kissing me abruptly, and I wondered why. In a minute or so I found out. Her head had drifted southward and she was between her husband's legs and mine, using her mouth to wet the round in which our sex organs did battle. I felt her tongue prod into my cunt alongside the stabs of David's cock, and if I had the Oxford English Dictionary at my side, I couldn't find enough words to tell you how it felt. She must have been sucking his balls alternately with her swipes across my split cunt, because every now and then I could feel David stiffening against me and plunging a particularly deep, penetrating pecker stab into my hole. And then Belinda's tongue would follow David's peter, follow it lustily, massaging every part of me that his cock was ignoring as well as a few places that I thought he had already tickled to perfection. She moaned as she mouthed, too, and the humming of her voice made my pussy pout.
Oh, maybe it was just the menstrual sensitivity, I thought. That, and the horniness that always accompanies my period. Maybe that was why I was getting into this so heavily. I didn't know. I didn't know a Goddamned thing, to be precise.
It might have been his cock, it might have been her mouth. Whichever, I found myself exploding in an atom bomb orgasm right about then, while David's peter kept plunging up and down my cunt and Belinda's fast-moving tongue flipped me time after time in a demonstration of what eroticism was all about.
My cunt juice flowed in a never ending stream that made David's cock ride wet and sloppy, and the twitches of my pussy muscles would have caused a dozen men to give up the fight and spray me with their pecker-snot. The waves of my cum rolled and flooded in my belly, out my pussy, everywhere. I couldn't feel anything, yet I could feel everything. It was the weird sensation that happens when I come. If Belinda still had her lips in the contested ground she was getting a mouthful of my jism, and more power to her!
I was like melted ice cream inside. Was I the same girl who, not an hour ago, had been certain that her life's destiny lay in eating cunts? I couldn't believe it. Belinda was fight. I'd been fucking too many boys. Today I'd taken on my first man.
David kept on ramming me, his strokes sure and steady. I couldn't endure them another second. 'No,' I whined, 'stop!'
He stopped, God bless him! The lips of my snatch were so raw he'd have scraped them bloody in another second. I felt his cock leave my cunt, lingeringly, regretfully, and then his body was no longer perched above mine. I breathed a sigh of relief amid the shivering tremors of my come; and when my eyes cleared, I saw that David had found another resting place for his prick.
Gorgeous Belinda, my darling of darlings, was lying on her tummy while David slammed her from behind. She had her ass up in the air, doggy-style, and her sweet voice begged him to fuck her harder, faster. Oh, she was too much! And so was he!
The peak of my come began to ebb, and I didn't want that to happen. I slid towards them, and I shoved my cunt into Belinda's face.
'Eat me again,' I pleaded, 'while he screws you!'
She didn't have to be asked twice. Her mouth fastened upon my bloody, wet snatch and she began to show me once more what cunt-eating was all about. Her mouth was a musical instrument. She should have been in a concert orchestra. I could see Leonard Bernstein waving his baton as an indication for Belinda to start munching a
