Everyone was looking forward to the party; the children for the event and the adults because it gave them a few moments to be together alone.
Daniel, not wanting to spend the day in the company of a host of cousins younger than him had gone to stay with a mate to play with computers, games consoles, mixing decks and whatever else they could find between them. Chris had taken everyone to their various drop-off, for once Daniel not suffering with his usual moods.
Cathy was rinsing the last of the things that wouldn't go in the dishwasher, when she felt hands on her bottom.
"Oi!" she admonished, at the same time pushing back into the hands and feeling them massage her.
"What?" he said.
"That's my arse," she wriggled her bum slightly.
"Yeah, and these are your boobs," he let go with one hand and reached around her chest to grasp her breasts with it and lightly squeeze them also, "what is this, biology?"
"Oh no," she said turning in his arms, "I'm sure that you are well qualified in that." She put one arm around his neck and reached down and opened his fly, unfastened his belt and pushed his trousers down with other.
"Hello," he said feeling her pull his hardening dick free from his pants.
She slid down to her knees, and began to pump him, her face level with his hard dick. She rubbed the sensitive head across her cheeks and lips before slipping her tongue out to taste him. Her moist tongue flicked around his sensitive knob until she notice that he had started to pant. Finally she slowly opened her mouth and fed his penis in. She wanted to make him come; since he'd fed on her pussy she couldn't wait for more. His skillfull tongue had given her more pleasure than almost anything else, and she was craving it again. This way, once he came, he would have to eat her while he got his breath back.
She went all out for a fast orgasm for him, pleased to see a slight tremble in his knees every so often. Her rough tongue rubbing over his frenum made him tremble more and more until he held her head in place and let his jerky movements complete the movement as he came, his hot sperm pumping into her mouth. Well used to the taste of man she pumped down hard on him. So hard in fact that he slid from her mouth and shot a rope of come she'd not expected that splashed across her chin, cheek and over one eye.
"Well," he smiled down at her with a gentle humour to his face, "Didn't realise you were into the messy stuff..."
She looked up at him with fire in her eyes,
"Neither did I..." she wiped at the white string with her index finger, drawing it off of her face to loop lazily from her finger tip. Looking hard up at him, she lowered its long ways into her mouth, "Shame to waste it..." she said wrapping the stretching translucent string around her tongue.
He re-fastened his trousers over his still wet and oozing cock. He helped her to her feet, and without a word began to strip her. She watched him excitedly and let him do what he wanted, she knew she was going to get the oral sex she desired most anyway.
Her jeans were pushed below her knees and he lifted her legs out of the constriction of the tight denim. Not rushing he stood and kissed her face in the same places she had removed his come not minutes before. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. She had been lightly biting her bottom lip in anticipation of what he'd planned and her face collapsed into a joyous smile as she held his face and their tongues clashed.
He broke the kiss and moved his hands to hold the bottom of her well fitted top. He pulled it up and her familiar white bra came into view holding her great tits in place. He dropped her top on her jeans, and gently moved his hands to the back of her bra feeling for a clip.
"I like front loaders," she whispered, barely holding back her giggles.
"What?" he said, almost losing the moment.
"The clip is at the front," she said raising her hands to push at the cups together. Each cup fell away allowing each breast to sit naturally and beautifully for his pleasure. He gently lifted the white cotton bra away from her shoulders and let it fall with the rest of her clothes. Dropping to his one knee, he gently placed his hands onto her hips, lightly touching the lace on her high legged, lace shorts.
"Judging by the underwear, I'd almost think you were expecting me."
"I was kinda hoping that we'd get the chance with the kids being out, anyway," she ruffled her hands through his dark almost black hair, "I only have nice underwear these days." He lightly tugged at the elastic edges and drew them down, feeling the light tug as the gusset pulled from her between her bottom cheeks and her thighs. She spoke in breathy gasps, his hands now making her tingle as she lightly stepped out of her final piece of clothing and the only barrier between his tongue and her pussy. "I've thrown all of my old knicks away," she gasped, as he stood to look her in the face, "now I have someone that appreciates me in them."
They dissolved into passionate kissing, her naked body pressing against his clothed one. As his hot hands pressed first against her bare arse and then at the small of her back she trembled feeling that she might faint with the excitement and anticipation.
He lifted her into his arms and gently placed her onto the temporarily cold kitchen work surface. If the coldness had made her start, she hid it well, she was only interested in his progress and the orgasms she knew would follow.
He lowered his face to her breasts and his hand to her vulva, kissing and stroking alternately.
His face and hands disappeared for a fraction of a second and she heard the sound of the fridge opening. What next?
Her answer came as chilled yoghurt was poured in a line from her boobs to her crotch. She pulled up in reflex and giggled slightly as he dropped his face to her tits now coated in pale purple black cherry yoghurt, his favourite flavour, and licked luxuriously.
The cool chill of the cream and the heat of his mouth made her nips harden until she was sure they would burst. His mouth licked across them a few times, in agonising tenderness and her lust was only assuaged when his mouth settled first on one then the other, sucking hard and occasionally biting gently making her writhe even more. He licked along the line from her fantastic cleavage past her belly button, until his tongue flicked across her tender midriff that made her flinch at each stroke.
Finally he stopped at the thin line of faint stubble that marked the line of her pubic hair. He tried to pull at the tiny fine hair with his teeth to send her a message that she needed a shave, but it wasn't long enough. He just licked as low as he could, before raising her thigh high so he could lower his mouth to his prize.
He found that much as he struggled with his long tongue and lips he couldn't get to as much of her as he wanted. Lifting both legs he spun her so her head was resting on the window sill and, as she had already known to her extreme pleasure, her legs went either side of his head and onto his shoulders.
She threw her head back in delight and waited for his attack on her most tender parts.
He did not disappoint, she yelped, cried, sobbed, shouted and cheered as her orgasms swept over her, one by one. Her clit throbbed almost constantly and the glow in her uterus was a constant delight. One night, as Chris licked her to orgasm, he had explained that her come was actually the mouth of her cervix going into spasm to dip into the pool of sperm it expected to be in there. She had panted an 'oh yes, that's interesting, don't stop' at the time but now she was feeling just what he had said. As she lay in bliss, she figured on what was the maximum pleasure a woman could have. Chances are, if Chris stayed around she'd have the chance to find out.
Ten minutes later, and she figured well on her way to sexual exhaustion, he carried her through to the living room and dropped her on the sofa, she wanted to strip him the way he'd stripped her. She rolled onto her side, and found herself on her knees with her elbows on the sofa about to turn and grab his trousers. Instead she heard a faint "oooh yeah," and felt his hands on her hips and his erection resting on between her buttocks. For that moment she forgot her problem with being taken from the rear and was positively panting as she waited excitedly for him to thrust into her.
There was a pause as he remembered,
"Sorry Cath," he said, before dragging her to lay flat on thick fur rug in front of the fire place, "does me knees in anyway," he grinned as he slid into her sopping and slightly sore pussy. As she felt him swell prior to ejaculation, she hissed,
"Pull out and come over me..."
He did so wanking gently and sending long white ropes of come across her abdomen and tits. Finally, like a scene from a porn film, she indicated to him that she wanted him in her mouth. She finally let his softening cock free once she was sure he was spent.
A week later, the whole messy thing came back to her in a most public place.
The school Easter play had been like all school plays, mostly dreadful with the teachers favourites in the big parts and everyone else in the choir. Seeing as all three younger children were at the new primary and it was one show to see, he'd driven to her office at twelve and picked her up from work, and they'd had a very pleasant cake and coffee lunch in a Starbucks.
They watched as Colleen played a simple piano tune and Cathy shed just a few tears hoping no one, most of all Chris, could see. Karen and Robert were in the chorus of course and after the show all three announced that they had been invited back to the house of joint friends for tea. The Mum of the other two children said that if it was OK she would take the whole clutch to McDonalds and drop them back for around seven.
The three younger children sorted they had just enough time to pick up Daniel from school.
