I wanted to taste her, all over. So I started. I kissed my way down her stomach to her navel. Then down her belly to her bush. Her breathing was rough and deep. She urged my head lower, down, between her legs. I could smell her excitement, and my husband's sperm, as I licked her thighs and headed up toward her core. She was sticky with my husband's cum mixed with her juices. His white cum was still leaking out of her, onto her thighs, down her labia to her crack, and matted in her hair. It tasted like him, but not all him, her slipperiness added a sort of tartness. I cleaned up both thighs then aimed for the center. Her lips were soft, wet, pink on the outside, her inner lips almost red, from the ten minutes of abuse he had just given her, and from excitement. I was licking her lips and her hole. She moaned and thrashed when I pressed my mouth hard against her nether mouth and pushed my tongue into her hole and flicked. She pushed her hips harder against me and pulled my head tight into her crotch. She cried out, "Oh! OH!" Her cunt was soooo soft.
So this is what Pat feels when he eats my box. Soft, wet lips on hot, soft, wet lips. God, no wonder he likes it. He says he does, and he does it fairly often. I *love* it, of course; he's really good at it. I hope I am, too. I think I know what a woman wants. I sure know what *I* want, and Margot seems to be responding to the same treatment. Maybe I have a better understanding of why guys are such horndogs, why they want pussy all the time and go after it whenever they have a chance. It's so soft and warm and tender outside. And even better, hotter and softer and wetter inside.
I slid my index finger into her, slowly, all the way as far as I could, turned it around to feel all her soft insides. Her vagina was hot, slick, almost flooded with the remnants of Pat's semen and her new fluids. I tickled her cervix gently, a little. She reacted jerking her hips up. It was time. I reached my tongue out to touch her clit. From the way she jumped, you'd think I had electrocuted her. I licked again. And again. And kissed the little nub with my lips. And she moaned loudly each time. Such a tiny thing to be so sensitive! After a few more tentative licks, I latched onto her clit like a lamprey and sucked and tickled it with my tongue. She went nuts. Thrashed and jumped and yelled. She wailed when she came, and her vagina grabbed my finger hard, and again, ten, twelve times. I can only try to imagine what that must feel like to the guy when a hot vagina clamps down on his super-sensitive cock. I try to make a note to myself to clamp harder onto Pat's peter in the future.
I moved up to hug her, cuddle. She was like a dishrag, limp and wet, and cried a little. It was then I noticed the guys standing nearby. Drooling. Hard-ons sticking out at me, at both of us. Nope, wait a minute, fellows, now it's my turn.
I kissed Margot and she came back to life. She rolled on top of me and started to feel me up as a guy would. Cupped, kneaded, and kissed my breasts. Kissed down past my navel to my sparse pubes. Her gentle hands spread my thighs and she opened my slit with her fingers. I was still dripping, too, with the combination of my own lust and her husband's seed. She got between my legs and kissed her way up to my pussy.
She treated my sex about the same way I had treated hers. I looked at my husband while Margot buried her face in my pussy, kissed and sucked my most sensitive parts, reamed me with her fingers. Wow, she was good! She was better than any guy who has ever had lunch at my Y. I hope I did half as well on her pussy as she did on mine. I watched Pat's face, and he watched mine, as I climbed the mountain of excitement and thrill. Oh, god, it was wonderful. The soft lips of a woman sucking on my labia, tonguing my entrance, trying to reach into my hole, and sucking and flicking my clit. I pulled her face hard into my pussy and screamed when I came.
When I recovered, we turned our attention to the men once again. They were almost beside themselves with lust after watching our little . . . what . . . assignation? Hour of passion? Lesbian show for the perv boys?
I wanted Sean to fuck me again. Pat, I can have Pat anytime at home. I wanted that new cock and the lips and tongue and hands that go with it. I sat up and beckoned Sean to come over. His cock was just the right height when I sat up on the bed. I held his cock and kissed it, took it into my mouth and ran my tongue around the head. Sean went nuts. He groaned, closed his eyes, almost lost his balance until he grabbed my shoulders. I continued to make love to the head of his penis for a couple minutes, until he stopped me. He didn't want to come in my mouth; he wanted my pussy again. Well, so did I, so did I want his cock to pound my pussy.
We curled up on the bed and made out like a couple horny teens. Margot and Pat were doing the same and at the same time. No voyeuristic visions this time. Just raw lust that we wanted to service as soon as possible. He kissed my nipples and I kissed his. He jammed his fingers into me and I scratched his balls. I spread my legs wide and pulled him on top of me, grabbed his dick and guided it into my hot, wet hole. He pushed in to the hilt. I aimed my legs straight up and wrapped them around his waist to pull him hard into me. I didn't come again, but after, oh, like five minutes, he did. Hard. And deep. Not as squirty as the first time -- wait a minute, the first time in the bed here was actually the second time, since he came in me earlier out on the deck; but Margot didn't know about that incident yet.
After everyone finished, we relaxed and discovered that we were starving. Sean put on a robe long enough to let the room service boys deliver dinner. We did consider flashing the room service boys (from the nearby college), after all we were two hot, naked women, hormoned to the max and literally overflowing with male juices. Pat suggested it, and Sean seconded the motion, but we didn't. Probably should have, just for the extra thrill. Well, and to check that one off the bucket list.
After dinner, we were all naked again. Had some cordials to finish off dinner. Then went back to bed. One bed this time, all four of us crammed in with us girls in the middle and our new lovers by our sides. Margot and I played with whatever we could reach. She with my breasts. I with her pussy. Both of us with the cocks behind us. The guys had their hands all over whatever we didn't occupy with our own hands. Sean fucked me again, from behind, spooned against my ass, while I was kissing and feeling Margot. And Pat was fucking her, also from behind. I felt the shaft of his cock sliding into and out of her vagina, slick, hot, hard, insistent.
I took her hand and held it with mine against my belly, feeling from my pubis up to my navel, so we could both feel her husband's cock sliding up into my insides. Up, down, up, down, god, that was so erotic. Her husband was fucking me silly and she could feel every stroke of his fucking in my sex. And my husband reached over for a feel, too, so that he could feel that other man's cock fucking into his wife. He mouthed, "I love you, I love you." to me as he felt my cunt being drilled by Sean. And briefly I felt his cock pumping into her that same way, my husband's meat slicing into another pussy. Yum.
All that rhythmic writhing would have made a pretty scene. No video, though, too bad. Eventually, even the boys were worn out. And a good thing, too, because my pussy was sore all the next day.
Sometime during the night, Pat, Sean, and I related to Margot our little escapade on the deck while she was out. She accused her husband of being a horndog, which he certainly was and could hardly deny. Hey, why would he deny it? He was proud of it. He was certainly horndog enough to plow four loads into my furrow in just a few hours. But she wasn't upset or even very surprised by it.
The sheets were just a mess, spotted with a dozen different smile spots of cum that had flowed out of our pussies every time we sat up or moved. We girls were proud of it. Look how much come we got out of these two not-so-young guys in just a few hours. Everyone slept on a wet spot that night, and no one cared.
