juicy, fuzz-downed pussy, just the way she was munching mine right now. I jammed my box into her face and gave her full rein.
She was a girl who could do two things at the same time. She could be fucked and give marvelous head simultaneously. Oh, the next time they revised the dictionaries, I had a perfect, one word definition far 'honey'. It was spelled B-E-L-I-ND-A, just as she had it spelled on the bosom of the shirt she'd worn today.
Her hands kept me spread wide and her tongue flailed on my labes and button. I wanted to open even wider, to drag her head inside me. Belinda was a passable hand with watercolors, but her cunt-lapping technique was pure artistry.
She was better for me now than she had been while we were alone, earlier this afternoon. I suppose it was David's presence. They had a good thing going, those two, and I hope that someday I can find a guy who shares my open mind and can make a good thing for me and him. If I do, the two of us will spend a lot of time with the two of them.
David's face was getting tense as he screwed Belinda from the rear, and I wondered how near he was to coming. Me, I had scarcely stopped since he fucked me. And now Belinda was making my orgasm stretch on indefinitely with those tongue swipes on my trigger and the plunges into my rippling, churning hole. I hoped it would be this good when she exploded, too, and from the way she moaned while she ate me, I knew she was going to have a release definitely worth writing home about.
It came. David shoved his cock all the way into her cunt and he grabbed her ass with both hands. Belinda rocked and rolled against him, her mouth going absolutely wild on me, and the cream I was having boiled over the edges of the pot.
She raised her face from my gash and she yelled in joy, and then she seemed to collapse onto the bed, unable to do another fucking thing except moan and writhe.
David pulled his hard cock out of her hole and it jiggled in the air as he surveyed his kingdom. Two orgasmic women, both of them transported to realms of gold and silver. He put his hand on his dick, and I thought he was on the point of jacking himself off. But not at all!
He moved towards me, faster than I'd ever guessed a horny man could move, and he shoooovvvveeeeeddd that big dong of his up my wet slice. Scream was all I could do, scream and wrap my legs around him.
When he pushed his prick into me, it was like being fucked by a telephone pole. My cunt was alive with sensation and I was sopping wet inside. I sucked him up my quivering hole and I held him there, so firmly he had to fight his way back out for a fresh fucking stroke. But it was worth the fight. I knew that from the way it felt when he gave it to me, as well as from the sigh he made when he did it. His cock seemed enormous now, swollen far beyond his normal length and thickness, or maybe it was just the heightened sensitivity of my pussy.
Belinda's moaning face lay just beyond the edge of my thigh, and I could see that she wanted to be with us, but she couldn't. Her orgasm was too intense to let her move even so short a distance. All she could manage was to lie on her stomach crying and whimpering. I touched her head while David fucked me, and my hand slid across her sweating face until her mouth trapped my fingers and she sucked them as if they were five separate cocks inserted at once.
If there were a contest for stud of the century, David Rodgers would have to be my own endorsed candidate. I could imagine how it would be to fuck Mick Jagger or Warren Beatty or Elton John, but I know what it's like to be screwed my David's fuck tool, and no fantasized celebrity hump could halfway compare. Once again I wondered how his wife could endure the thought of his pecker being inside another woman for even a second. If he were mine, I'd keep him locked up in a room, letting him out only when I was horny, and if he were mine, I'd be horny all the fucking time.
His pole explored me. It reamed me. Most of all, it fucked me. If a woman needs any more than that, I must have missed a sex-ed lecture somewhere along the line. Lilly was gonna have to live with this. I mean, she could have me whenever it was convenient for both of us, and I'd be delighted to oblige her, but to give up hetero fucking, now that I'd found out what it was all about? Not on your life! The lesbian life had just lost a would-be convert.
He couldn't last forever, I was certain, but it seemed like forever that he fucked me. And all the while Belinda's moaning lips were so close I could have touched them with my hand. But I didn't want to. Both my hands were engaged in touching David's body as he screwed me.
'Now,' he groaned, and he jerked his cock from my reluctant slit. I screamed when he pulled it out of my cunt, and I called him an inconsiderate son of a bitch, but I watched all the same as he wrapped his hand around his pole and started to shuck it.
Just like a porno actor, I thought, as his jizz began to spray upon me, and I wondered why he hadn't left his dick in me. That was what I hated about sex movies. The guys always had to pull it out and jerk it off so the cretins in the back row could be assured they'd seen a real sex act performed for their benefit.
David's peter began to spit out a fresh load of cum. It flew onto me in hot, heavy spurts that splattered on my belly and tits, and then he turned away, still handling his peter. He hadn't finished squirting. More of his cum blew from the slitted tip of his dick, and that precious more took Belinda square in his face. She lifted her head, mouth open, and I could see that he was aiming for her parted lips. Glob after glob flew between them, and she moaned to take it.
My own orgasm hadn't exactly let up, and I could only twist and writhe in delight as I watched David jack himself to completion. His cum flew everywhere, some of it upon Belinda, the rest upon me. He seemed to have a never-ending supply stored away in his balls.
We came together, the two females in this party and we drank David's sperm from mouth to mouth and back again. Belinda's mouth was redolent with jism, and so was mine once I'd kissed her. And then David was lying with us, his mouth touching ours, the sticky cream flowing from one to the other, our bodies melting together in a pile that truly made the three of us one.
A long time afterward, an eternity of eternities, I lifted my head and said, 'Jesus, I'd better call my aunt and tell her I'll be a little bit late this evening. That is, if the two of you think you can maybe go another round.'
CHAPTER NINE
I went out into the hall to call Aunt Sue, and Belinda and David followed me. They must have thought it funny as hell to play with me while I talked on the phone. But I almost lost control of my voice when Belinda stuck her head between my legs and started licking my pussy and David spread the cheeks of my ass and used his lips and tongue there. I was standing on tiptoes, my tits heaving and sweat beading on my nipples, as I explained to Aunt Susan that I'd be late getting home and she shouldn't wait supper on me.
She ahhed, but she didn't sound exactly disappointed. Lee had come out to visit and she was probably just as happy not to have me around. I could still remember the dirty look she'd thrown me when I carelessly slung my arm around his shoulders this afternoon at the library. Well, she could have him. If she could get him at all, which I doubted very much. Maybe I'd give her a few lessons in man-catching before I went home at the end of the month. Gods, what good would it do? Aunt Sue couldn't catch a man with a net and a tranquilizer gun.
We said our good-byes and I put the receiver down and I let my newfound friends have their will of me. They carried me back into the bedroom and stretched me out on the messed-up, cummed-up bed, and Belinda sat down owl my face while David got his mouth onto my cunt.
He seemed to have no more inhibitions about my period than his wife did, and I was grateful. His tongue moved masterfully in my slit and the territory surrounding, and I felt one tiny come after another whirling through my body. At the same time I gobbled mouthful upon mouthful of Belinda's dripping gash, and I don't mind confessing that I sorely abused her bitable cunt with my lips and my teeth and my fingers. She loved it, God bless her, loved it as much as I loved doing it.
It was that way half the night. We stopped for food and drinks a bit later, and Belinda brought out her stash, offering me my choice of pass, coke, and hides. Chemicals aren't my scene, so I opted for a fat joint which I puffed down to a roach, pretending all the while that it was David's fatter, puffier joint on which I sucked.
Before long I'd made the substitution and my head moved in slow, leisurely oral love on that precise instrument. I held his nuts in my hand and I squeezed them provocatively as I sucked, and sometimes I squeezed
