Linda and I sat on the side deck of my house in comfortable cushioned rattan chairs, the sun setting on the horizon.
It was a warm early summer evening, and my old friend and I were relaxing after a day at the beach, a glimpse of which we could see from the deck.
"Love nights like this," I sighed, sipping my wine and smiling at Linda, my sexy little bisexual friend.
"Sure do, it's special, ya know?" she said, drinking from her glass. "In more ways than one. Isn't that right, Timmy?"
Linda smiled down between her meaty legs.
"Aren't you listening, Timmy?" she smiled. "I asked you a question."
Timmy moaned, his face trapped between her commanding legs, looking up at her through watery eyes, scarcely able to breathe. She quivered her fleshy thighs and squeezed harder, making him groan in pain as she pushed her pussy into his slavish mouth.
"I said, isn't that right, Timmy?" she giggled, mischievously dribbling some wine from her mouth into the juncture of his lips and her hairy pussy, mixing with the thick fluids oozing from her cunt.
"Honey," I laughed, nodding at the face engulfed in my friend's thick gams, "he can't hear you with those thigh muffs on his ears!"
"Mmmm, can't help it, that tongue is in me SO deep, and it just makes me wanna scissor his whole face way up in there!" she hissed, locking her ankles and legs out straight, vibrating her powerful inner muscles on his face as he slurped at her cunt.
She loosened her grip a bit, pulling her fleshy thighs off his ears so he could hear.
"I said isn't that right, Timmy?" she asked again.
"What...isn't what right, Mrs. Schuster," the boy gasped, free to breathe again, his mouth and cheeks glistening with Linda's goo. "I couldn't hear ..."
"That it's special being here with us, right?"
"Yes...Mrs. Schuster," Timmy panted, happy to breathe again. "Very...special..."
"Good boy," she hissed, slapping her thighs tight again against his head, mashing his mouth to her hairy quim. "Now eat up!"
This was a common practice by now, us old gals in our 60s using the 19-year-old stud as our personal oral slave. It had been ever since that night at my Fourth of July party where I found, by accident, Timmy's special talent.
He'd innocently licked some cake icing off my finger while he was helping me in my pantry and dazzled me by the size of the thing doing the licking.
The dear boy has a tongue of amazing proportions, a good three inches long, half the size of the average penis, but much, much more useful and reliable. I saw that tongue that night and seduced him, forcing him into licking my pussy in the pantry, me leaning against a shelf as he devoured my gushing pussy, guests milling about just outside the closed door.
It felt so naughty, so nice, so absolutely right. Timmy made me cum like no man had ever done before.
The guests left to walk to the beach to watch fireworks, but not before my nosey friend Linda saw us both come out of the pantry separately, making snide sexual remarks, which delighted me no end. She left, too, and I took Timmy to my upstairs deck to watch the fireworks.
Which included our own, as Timmy's lusty young cock fucked me from behind, bombs bursting in air down at the beach, his luscious young balls bursting inside me.
As we stood panting on the deck below, Linda appeared in the dark, all knowing smiles. My very sexy, blonde friend had come back to the house and watched us, enjoying our private show.
Linda, it seemed, had as hungry an appetite for oral proficiency as I did, so I invited her upstairs to join us. She did, happily so for us all.
We three enjoyed ourselves greatly that night, an encounter that included Linda and I having at one another, separately and with Timmy, and our subsequent adventures were many and varied, all centered around the boy's amazing talents - up to and including loaning him out at the beach to our various female friends.
The last of which was Timmy's grandmother, Pat Voller, a 70-year-old sexpot of well-preserved beauty and blessed with a tongue longer even than her grandson's! She greeted us with mock indignation, before taking Timmy into our cabana for a little oral servitude of her own.
And there was also that luscious afternoon I'd spent with Timmy's grandmother and mother, availing ourselves of his remarkable services in a mad, incestuous and most satisfying encounter, the sexual sense of it all heightened by its forbidden nature.
"Be careful, Linda, you'll knock him out if you keep squeezing him like that!" I laughed, recalling all that while I sat on the deck, watching her smother the poor boy in her gushing pussy and squeezing thighs. "Then what good is his tongue to us?"
"Good point," Linda sighed, releasing her scissoring grip on his head, Timmy's long tongue slurping out of her hole with a sloppy suctioning sound. "It's your turn again anyway, I can't cum anymore..."
"Oh, I doubt that, girlfriend," I laughed, watching Timmy shuffle over to my spread legs. "I truly doubt that!"
Timmy nuzzled his adoring face between my legs, considerably leaner and more muscular than Linda's, as I pulled aside the crotch of my bathing suit, Timmy's eyes feasting on the soaking wet fur of it. He smacked his lips and dove in, spearing the matted hair with that incredible tongue, making me gasp.
Linda laughed, watching me get off on Timmy's tongue as we sat on my deck, our beach towels hanging on the railing to dry - and serving a dual purpose: They also hid what was happening on the deck from the street view, our little oral boy toy slavishly servicing us. If anyone walked by my house, as they often did, we'd just wave and smile and they'd be none the wiser, seeing only our top halves covered in bathing suits.
Walking down the street, as Timmy had at me, was Tonya Perkins, a very sexy 72-year-old gal, and her fat, useless husband, Fred, a verbally abusive sort to whom she for some reason she'd stayed married for nearly 50 years.
"Ladies, lovely night!" she called out, waving at us, Fred plodding along glumly, not even giving us a look.
"Indeed it is, indeed it is!" Linda answered happily with a wave as they passed, then adding as a quiet aside to me, "God, what a fuck head that guy is. What a miserable life that woman must lead, and she's so sweet, she doesn't deserve it."
"Mmmm, yeah, she could use someone, poor thing...," I growled, running my fingers through Timmy's hair as he ate me. "Betcha she'd love a go at our boy's tongue here..."
I sipped my wine and oozed out a small orgasm as his long tongue fluttered in and out of my pussy, Linda lazily playing with her moist cunt as she watched.
"God, I could get licked all night," I sighed, leaving my legs wide open for Timmy's eager tongue, which speared into my pussy hole and then lapped up the oily lips, flickering over my engorged clit, making me shiver. "But I think the poor boy has a date tonight, doesn't he?"
I looked down at Timmy's slavish face. He smiled, as he continued to lap furiously at my clit, and nodded.
"OK, just one more," I said with a smile, pulling his face tight to my dripping sex.
It didn't take long, it seldom does with a master of cunnilingus like Timmy at work. Though I'd had several orgasms under Timmy's talented tongue already, just moments later I writhed beneath it in another one, my legs slowly embracing the boy's face and grinding it, soaking him in my fluids. Linda laughed as she watched.
"Gonna drown the poor kid we keep cumming like this," she growled, chubby legs spread and diddling her pussy as Timmy sat up, face soaked.
I leaned forward, framing his handsome young face in my hands, kissing him. He tasted heavenly, a heady mix of our cum, sweat and musky pussies. I lapped his lips, chin and cheeks, cleaning the creamy gel completely.
"Thanks, Mrs. Leonard," he said, standing, his cock stiff in his bathing suit.
"Don't want you going home all sticky faced," I laughed. "Though I'm sure that sexy mom and granny of yours would be happy to lick it clean."
