Stella felt like she was in Heaven. Her nipples had always been highly sensitive and, many years ago, her husband used to make love to them something like Mike was doing, although neither as gently nor as well. For the last few years, though, all he had wanted to do was fuck and sleep, leaving his wife to take care of her own orgasms with fingers on her clit. It had been over a decade since anybody had done anything to her like what this handsome young man was doing. She had almost forgotten how good it felt, and how right it was. She made up her mind that sex was too good to miss out on anymore and she was going to actively seek out her own partners. Stella fervently hoped that Mike would be one of them, and their meetings would be frequent.
Although he was not a mind reader, Mike was hoping much the same thing. "She is amazing," he told himself. "And I can tell she really digs what I'm doing. I wonder why she's been so long without sex. If tonight turns out to be as good as it's starting to be, I would love to come back here to see her, maybe a lot of times."
Whether that would happen or not, he was having a great time, the best for a long while. Stella's breasts gave him two marvelous handfuls and two even better mouthfuls. She was enjoying it just as much as he was, probably more, as he could tell by her cooing and sighing and by the way her body was moving under him. When he glanced up at her face, he was delighted by her blissful, open-mouthed smile and the way her head was rolling from side to side on her pillow. Looking in the other direction, he was even more elated to see how her pussy was squirming and to see and smell the wetness.
Monica leaned forward as she saw Mike's mouth kissing and licking down her aunt's fat body. "I don't see how he can stand his mouth on that big pot belly," she said to herself. She knew where he was heading, and remembering what his mouth had felt like made her lubricate, wetting the hand that was stroking her pussy. When he got off the bed and got back on between Stella's legs and she raised them and set them on his shoulders, Monica thought back to when her legs had been in that same place. After that, she had to call on her memory and imagination only because she wasn't able to see what Mike was doing with his face buried in Stella's pussy.
As most straight men would have, Mike considered Stella's body to be alluring, even though a bit pudgy. To him, her plump pussy was exactly what he wanted. Her very fair skin was smooth and inviting to his tongue and the sparse brown pubic hair did nothing to conceal her dark, engorged lips. Lustfully, Mike gazed on her, his eyes relishing the beauty of her pussy while his nose delighted in the aroma of her juices. Greedily, he lowered his head to devour them. Although not plentiful, they were delicious, tasting even better than they smelled.
As wonderful as Stella's pussy was to his eyes, nose and taste buds, even better was the feel of her soft, smooth skin. Slowly, his tongue caressed her, starting below her wet love hole where the lips began and licking upward to where they were close together. When he reached that point, he probed between the labia, stroking the wet surfaces and reveling in the way they felt. Even better were the way Stella's pussy had started fucking up into his face and the way her voluptuous thighs held his head.
"Damn that Monica," Stella said to herself. "She's making so much racket in there, Mike's liable to hear and that might spoil everything." To keep that from happening, Stella held her soft thighs against the sides of his head, firmly enough to cover his ears but not tightly enough to keep him from moving his face around while he licked her pussy. Hoping that would do the trick, she gave herself completely over to what she was feeling, moaning, and her body writhing on the bed.
Her pussy had been eaten before but the men had always been too selfish to give her the pleasure she should have had and too ignorant to take their time so they could enjoy it fully. Mike was not selfish and he was not ignorant and Stella had never felt anything as wonderful as the slow way his tongue was caressing her swollen labia. Pleasure coursed through her from everywhere he touched. When he encountered one of the plentiful sweet spots on her pussy, waves of bliss swirled out, flooding her body and driving her closer to ecstasy.
After Mike had finished licking a pair of Stella's pussy lips, his tongue stroked her clit hood, where her inner lips merged. From the way she was moving under him and moaning and whimpering, he believed she would start cumming almost immediately if he curled his tongue under the hood to fondle her clit. Eating her pussy was so great, though, that he decided to prolong the pleasure for both of them by staying away from that sweetest of all sweet spots for a while longer. He was in no hurry and he knew she would cum even harder and better if he let her pleasure build up.
Because of her age, Stella's juices were limited but Mike licked off what was there and his tongue started stroking upward on her other pair of lips. Moving slowly, relishing every bit of the spongy labia he was licking, Mike treated them as he had the first pair until he again reached Stella's clit hood. He drew his head up slightly, almost worshipping the marvelous pussy he was so happily eating. It was even more beautiful than it had been, with the clit having become so engorged it had completely pushed its way out from under its protective hood.
Although Stella's bed seemed quite sturdy, Mike thought he could hear it moving and scraping on the floor. That did not surprise him, from the way she was thrashing around, with her hips swiveling and thrusting her legs back and forth over his shoulders. Stella was loudly moaning and whimpering and sighing from her intense pleasure that was climbing toward ecstasy with every stroke of his tongue. Mike enjoyed her noisiness and took pride in evoking it, but it was odd the way her vocalization seemed to be echoing off the wall by the mirror.
Monica couldn't really hear the sounds of pleasure her aunt was making because they were drowned out by her own. Her blouse was open in front, giving and she was naked below the waist with her blue jeans and panties tossed aside to give her hands freer access to her pussy. The middle finger of one hand was thrusting in and out while the fingers of the other hand were stroking her clit. She was bouncing up and down on her chair, thrusting her pussy against her hands, imagining the fingers on her clit to be Mike's tongue and the other finger to be his cock. She didn't concern herself about the physical impossibility of this combination.
Mike didn't seem to be noticing the noises from the closet and Stella was too close to cumming to be much distracted by them. "My clit, Mike. Suck my clit," she begged.
Although he didn't answer with words, Stella felt his tongue probing into the top edge of her love channel. Every thrust sent bolts of pleasure rocketing through her body as he stimulated the base of her clit. Her moans grew even louder and her movements more erratic as the agile tongue explored even closer to the sweetest of sweet spots until it was actually licking the engorged sides. The probing and licking suddenly stopped, and no more than two seconds later, Stella felt her entire clit being engulfed in Mike's mouth. She felt his mouth start sucking as his lips closed and she felt his tongue caressing the swollen sides and top.
A tidal wave of pleasure gushed out in all directions from her clit, flooding even her toes and fingers and filling her body to overflowing. Stella lost what little control of her muscles she had been keeping as she started cumming. Her hands reflexively grabbed the back of Mike's head and her legs squeezed his temples, covering his ears, and keeping him from hearing her ecstatic screams. She pushed down on the back of his head as her pussy jammed up into his face and her ass bounced up and down on the mattress. Mike clung to her thighs and kept sucking and licking her clit and stayed with her wild gyrations for as long as she continued cumming.
Monica started cumming just after her aunt did and was almost as noisy. When she climaxed, her whole body spasmed, almost tipping over her chair. After her orgasm, she relaxed, slumping and gathering her strength. She knew her aunt was about to climax and she expected the two in the next room to fuck afterward. She wanted to watch and listen to that although she couldn't see how it could be any fun for her handsome pet teacher to fuck a tub of lard like her aunt. He had seemed to enjoy eating her cunt, although that defied logic, but fucking her might be more than he could stomach.
Mike had indeed enjoyed eating Stella's pussy and the best part was while she was cumming, especially the part where she climaxed, her back arching, and jamming herself extra hard into his face. After that, she collapsed onto the bed, all her muscles relaxing, her hands and legs releasing Mike's head. He relished the fresh nectar he licked from her thighs, crotch and pussy lips but left those inside where he expected his cock to be soon. Her juices were still not plentiful and those that were left would be needed for lubrication when they started fucking.
While Stella was recovering from her tremendous orgasm, Mike went to the bathroom and washed the leftover juices from his face. Next, he got a condom from his pocket and removed his pants and underwear. Completely naked, he rolled the condom onto his cock, which was stiff and ready for action. With his preparations complete, he got back on the bed and knelt between Stella's legs, to wait for her to be ready. Once again he looked at her pussy, thinking how great it had been to eat and how it should be even better to fuck.
