Harry and Helen are happily married and both are friends of mine. He is well hung and has great stamina and she is very happy, even overjoyed, with his regular love-making. However, Helen also relishes the way I eat her pussy so she likes me to join them now and then. Harry knows this is no more than honest lust on the part of his wife, and we have certain protocols that we all follow, so there is no chance of his being jealous of her. We are all happy with the arrangement, so we get together often, and he and I team up to pleasure Helen sexually, while immensely enjoying ourselves.
They are both in their mid-thirties, making them considerably younger than I, but we have many things in common other than our age. She has dark brown hair and I would describe her, not at all euphemistically, as pleasantly plump. Others might call her fat but Helen is comfortable with her body, likes good food and doesn't worry about a few pounds. She also really loves good sex, as do Harry and I, which is the reason we all enjoy ourselves so much when we get together.
The last time we got together, Harry was wearing a bathrobe when he met me at the door. From the way the robe was sticking out in front I could see he had a prodigious erection. After we shook hands and said hello, he locked and bolted the door behind us and we hurried to the bedroom where Helen was waiting. She was lying on the bed with her legs spread, showing off her clean-shaven pussy and every other part of her body. Completely naked, she smiled at me, anticipating the good things I would shortly be doing for her and myself.
After hugging her and kissing her hello on her warm lips, I peeled off my clothing. Harry shucked off his robe and, seconds after my arrival, all of us were equally naked, with Helen lying on her back, waiting for me and her husband to start doing what all of us love so much.
I didn't make her wait very long. Cupping one of her big, succulent breasts under either hand, I started licking one of her dark pink nipples. They are big and sensitive and, after just a few strokes of my tongue, the first one had become fully erect. When I started licking the other nipple, it achieved the same state just as quickly. For the next few minutes, my tongue alternated between the gorgeous twins, relishing the way her hard nipples, with their many tiny ridges felt against my tongue. Helen was breathing deeply and her upper body was squirming on the bed when I took the first of her luscious breasts into my mouth.
It was big and full and soft and vibrant. With my lips forming a seal, my cheeks worked like a bellows, sucking on the magnificent globe, and my tongue continued its caressing of Helen's nipple and areola. After a few minutes, my mouth switched to her other breast, so I could lick and suck this one the same way. Helen's body started squirming even more strenuously on the bed under me, and she began cooing in bliss. I happily alternated between her succulent breasts while her movements became more pronounced, until she was pushing one up against my mouth every time it moved between them.
As my mouth pleasured one part of Helen's body, another part also felt the effect. I smelled the delectable aroma of her pussy juices and, when I looked down her sexy form, I saw her squirming down there too, and I also saw the source of the fragrance. Small drops were collecting on Helen's pussy and dripping off to soak into the bed, a terrible waste of one of the most delicious treats in the world. Although it had been fun, I bid adieu to her gorgeous breasts and started licking and kissing and nuzzling my way down her round belly to where a feast awaited me.
When I reached Helen's mons, I licked all around there, before getting off the bed and back on at the foot. She saw me approaching on my knees, and spread and raised her legs so I could duck under them and let them rest on my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around her thighs until my hands came to rest on her mons, and gazed at the beautiful pussy I was about to eat.
Helen's luscious outer lips are plump and inviting, especially when they are clean-shaven as they were that day. Her inner lips were pink and swollen with her lust, and had blossomed out of her slit like lovely flower petals. At the end of the inner lips, her precious clit was peeking out through the folds that surround it, and I knew it would be swollen and pink by the time she and I were ready for me to engulf the little darling in my mouth. I leaned in more closely and gently pulled her slit open, loosing a fragrant cloud that I breathed in with delight.
There were traces of her pussy juices on the insides of Helen's thighs, and I started by licking it off them, before advancing to the heavier flow that was trickling down her crotch. Her nectar was fresher and more delicious there than it had been on her thighs, and I devoured it all before starting to slowly lick one of her outer lips.
Harry joined us on the bed, but closer to the head, and he approached Helen on his knees too. She saw him and opened her mouth wide so they could do what they both wanted to do. My tongue was meandering its way up one smooth outer pussy lip while I watched her slowly engulf Harry's entire shaft until his pubic hair was against her face. Helen couldn't talk, of course, but I could hear her murmuring with delight at the way her husband's cock had stuffed her mouth so well and at what my tongue was doing for her.
I was much more concerned with eating the beautiful pussy under my face than I was with what my friend's were doing, but my tongue knows its way around well enough that I had no need to follow its progress. Instead, I watched Helen slowly moving her face back and forth as her mouth alternated between engulfing Harry's entire cock and drawing back until just the head was between her lips.
They have done this same sex act thousands of times over the last ten years and, during that time, they have learned how to get the most pleasure for both of them. They do it by her face moving back and forth as they were doing that day, and he remains in place and lets all the parts of his wife's mouth do the work it loves doing.
My mouth was working too, and it was also a labor of love. Helen's pussy was writhing under my ministrations by the time I reached her mons and planted a soft kiss. I brought my tongue back to her adorable pink love hole and it sluiced up all the fresh juices before starting to lick her other outer lip.
I treated this one as I had the first, reveling in the soft skin and the way Helen's pussy was moving under my face. Taking as much time as I thought best, I licked all the way to her mons again, and gently kissed her there once more, before looking at the progress her clever mouth was making on Harry's long, thick cock.
He must have thought the progress was delightful, because his body was writhing in pleasure from the sensations Helen was giving him, and I could hear him sighing and moaning blissfully. Except for those sounds, we were pretty quiet. My mouth was too pleasurably occupied to want to say anything, as was Helen's, and hers was too full to talk anyhow. After kissing her mons again, I moved my attentions back to the lady's wet love hole to continue what we were both enjoying so much.
First, of course, I feasted on all her delicious fresh juices. After I had licked up everything available, I started between an inner and an outer lip, beginning with the small, very smooth and sensitive patch between their origins. I caressed this area with my tongue and, after reaching the point where the two lips were close together, I tilted my head slightly so I could slip that versatile organ of taste between them and lick them both at once. When she felt my tongue reach this point, Helen's pussy ceased its random movements and started fucking up into my face.
Moving like a hummingbird, my tongue slowly advanced upward until I reached the end of the inner lip, where it and the other inner lip merge to form Helen's clit hood. I raised my head and admired the little cutie, noting how it had almost entirely pushed its way out from under its protection. It resembled a lovely pink pearl, and I expected to soon have it cuddled inside my mouth, but not just then. I also looked to see how close Harry was to cumming.
It's wasn't a matter of voyeurism. He has painful memories from some time ago, when he was 69ing with her, and Helen climaxed while his cock was in her mouth, clamping her teeth on his erection. That ended the sexual action for that night and for the next week, until the bruises healed and, since then, they have always been careful to be sure that he cums first, and then it is her turn for an orgasm. From the movements of Harry's body and the grimace of joy flickering across his face, I knew he was close to cumming, so I stopped what I was doing with Helen's pussy, except for slurping up all the nectar she had just produced.
However, I am enough of a voyeur to watch what was happening, especially since I knew that my cock would be replacing Harry's in his wife's wet chamber of pleasure. She continued moving her face slowly back and forth, taking his shaft all the way into her mouth, until she suddenly began to increase her pace. I knew that she must have felt her husband's cock starting to throb against her tongue and lips, because that's when she prepares to have her mouth filled with his cum.
Besides the faster pace, Helen was using shorter strokes, because she didn't want his semen shooting down her throat until her mouth had a chance to relish the taste and texture and swallow it. After a minute of the different strokes, I saw and heard Harry as he started to cum. His buttocks clenched and he sighed and moaned in bliss, and I knew he had ejaculated, but his wife didn't stop sucking on his cock.
Twice more, while I watched, Harry's ass tightened, and I knew he was squirting more of his juice into her mouth. Helen continued stroking his shaft between her lips and, when she knew he was through cumming, Helen took his still hard cock out of her mouth and held it in her fingers.
