"Nathalie's home," says John as I pull up outside his house. There is a car already in the driveway, indicating that he is right about this. "Why don't you come in for a cup of tea?"
Forty-five minutes later, I take a sip from the now-tepid cup. The tea-taste mingles with the flavours of Nathalie's mouth, nipples, cunt. She is bent over the arm of the cheap leather-effect sofa in her own living room, twenty eight years old and as naked as her husband and I both are. My cock has not been inside any of her holes yet, but it is already rock hard, throbbing and tingling where she has been stroking and tugging at it while John wanks on the side lines and gives us both instructions.
"Hey," says John, his hairy balls dangling and his own thick red cock standing to attention, playing the boss just as he does when we are in work. "Break's over. Get back on the job."
I mock-sigh, putting the tea down and sinking back to my knees, returning to my task. I kneel on the carpet beside the couch. Nathalie's long legs are two taut columns, either side of me. The way she's bent forward, I have a front row view of the long dark cleft between her round white arse-cheeks, her puckered pink-brown anus winking at me above the wrinkled, wet folds of flesh enclosing her cunt. I put my hands on her thighs and lean my head forward.
"Fucking hell," says John, taking hold of his cock again.
My tongue slides forward along Nathalie's groove, parting the flesh folds, tasting her tangy female flavour. She mutters something, nearly inaudibly. My face is pressed against her hot, sweat-slick arse as I tongue her clit, slowly and carefully to begin with.
"Harder," John commands, voice tight and distracted as he masturbates vigorously. "Fucking eat it."
I obey, tightening my grip on Nathalie's legs and mashing my tongue against her slippery clit, stroking it back and forth and around and around, again and again. All I can smell and taste is cunt.
"Harder!" John orders as Nathalie moans and swears in French. She is a schoolteacher, I recall, which for some reason makes this seem even hotter and dirtier. She leans back a little, reaching behind her and pawing at my head, squashing her buttocks back against my face. I press my mouth deeper into her cleft, licking and sucking. I move my tongue from her clit to the opening behind it, penetrating her, thrusting it into her like a wet little cock, lapping at her hot, slick insides.
"I'll take it from here," John says.
I move out of his way, feeling his out of control cock brush my shoulder as he passes me. I sit on the floor, breathing hard as I watch him shove his fingers into Nathalie's slippery wet cunt, one first, then two, then three, fucking her mercilessly, stabbing her there again and again with his stiff hand. She squeals. Her cunt slurps and squelches. She moans and swears some more, gripping the couch with white knuckles, telling him not to stop oh god oh no oh fuck don't don't stop fuck.
Her white arse quivers with every thrust. John slides a glistening finger out of her and into its dark cleft, pushing it into her tight bumhole. She grunts, her spine stiffening as she pushes herself painfully backwards onto the finger, clenching her buttocks around it until just a hint of cellulite stripes her soft, trembling flesh.
"Oh, my God," John groans as he takes his fingers out of her, giving her arse a ringing slap that makes it quiver like jelly. Then he grasps his cock again and slowly feeds it into her. Her well-prepared cunt swallows it whole, like a second mouth, hot wet flesh enfolding his long, veiny shaft. He grabs her waist in both hands, slamming her hard against the couch. Her arse slaps rhythmically against his hairy thighs and protruding belly. She sobs. She begs. She talks dirty, telling him to ride me hard ride me oh god oh yes fuck me make me your whore yes make me your dirty little cum-slut.
Ten minutes later, we change over again. Now, John watches from the armchair, still stroking his now soaking cock, and I am balls-deep in Nathalie's arsehole.
