Readers, take a look at Ch. 01 and Ch. O2 for continuity and background. Give me feedback!
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Time drug slowly, lengthening the evening by many imaginary hours. I pictured them, mother and daughter tasting, experiencing, and cumming many times that morning. Had Kim truly brought her daughter into our relationship? I knew from her fantasies, she wanted the twin girls. I heard Kim and CJ on our call this morning. Had they spent quality time exploring each other? Had Kim brought her daughter CJ to screaming orgasms? Had CJ returned the favors, eaten Kim's tasty cunt? Made her cum on her soft lips? I glanced to the clock, 10 ½ hours left. "Fuck," I breathed aloud. I glanced to the wife, absorbed in her Sudoku puzzle. She glanced my way, then back to her puzzle.
My cock chubbed in my shorts. I would need to masturbate, or take the wife for an early evening romp. I choose the latter, reaching to stroke her thigh with my fingertips. She pushed her leg toward me, I heard her moan softly as I caressed the soft, tanned, muscled flesh. I pushed her shorts higher on her leg, fingertips exploring, feeling the band of her panties. Sliding my finger underneath, I snapped the material slightly, hearing the pop as it her flesh gently.
"Hey bub," she muttered, looking to me. "You got something on your mind," she asked, grinning mischievously.
"Well, it will soon be bedtime," I said, turning to look at the clock. "And I bet I can make you cum a couple of times before you grow too sleepy," I finished, looking to her face.
"Really," she said matter of fact. She closed her Sudoku book, put it on the coffee table, and moved her position on the couch. Laying back, she opened her legs wide. "Want to start here," she asked, her voice teasing. I glanced at her, admiring her body from head to foot. For a proper lady, 54 years of age, 5'4" tall, now carrying 130 lbs, she looked terrific. Over the past year, we had both dropped weight, exercised to our hearts content, and had drastically changed our bodies. Now, our muscles were defined, body fat content was down substantially. I now often wanted her, anywhere, anytime, and under any circumstances. And our sex drives had increased as well. It was a good life. Between her, my admin, and now Kim, I was just getting enough sex to satisfy my demanding needs. But the daughter leaped to my mind. Would her body be as tight as the spouses? Would she have the willingness to gain the experience? Would she take my cock deep into her mouth?
"Yes," I muttered, rising quickly from my chair. I moved to the couch, kneeling on one knee. I reached to her shorts, panties, pulling them down quickly, exposing her mound, her tuft of hair. Her clit stood from her lips, curled, waiting, anticipating. I grabbed her t-shirt, pushing it up. She rolled for me, I reached to unsnap her bra. With my assistance, she pulled the t-shirt up over her head, her lean body now stretched before me. Her tits stood like small white, snow covered mountains, capped by her light brown areola, her nipples growing stiff. Her dark tan made her flesh almost flash in brilliance in comparison. I lowered my gaze, her small triangle of white flesh of her mound surrounded by the same dark region of skin. Truly a contrast, I could find her in the dark. I moved slowly to her, my hands sliding up her legs, my thumbs sliding ultimately to her crotch, caressing the crease of her folds. I moved the lips, caressing them gently, stroking toward her exposed clit. Her legs lifted, spread wide.
"You going to bite my tits first," she asked. I knew how much she loved my nibbles, my bites, my licks of her sensitive tit flesh.
"Not tonight," I whispered, teasing her, waiting for her quick response.
"Ah," she whispered, her hands quickly moving to cover her mounds, her thumb, finger pinching her nipple softly, pulling the flesh upwards. Her hips lifted slightly, tilting, offering her sex.
"Well, maybe," I whispered, moving forward, my hands sliding my fingers under her back just south of her arms, beside her tits. I lowered my body, lying my chest and abdomen flat over her mound and stomach between her quivering legs. I rocked my body back and forth over the mound as she lifted her hips to me. I slid my hands up her sides, over her tits, my thumb and index finger rolling the nipple gently. Her nipples grew very hard to my touch. Her eyes closed, her head tilted backwards into the pillow. A soft moan escaped her lips.
"Lick my nipples honey," she whispered, "bite me gently," she continued. I knew how generically tender her nipples were, so would carefully lick them, bite them, and roll the hard nipple into my mouth, mashing the flesh against my teeth. Small, pert, 34-B tits, firm to the touch, smooth unblemished skin. My mind wandered. Would CJ have a hard body? Could I bite the nipples harder? Could I chew them deliciously? I rolled the wife's nipple up under my thumb as I moved in, licking up her tit flesh, unto the areola, and over the hard nipple. Leaning back, I blew cool air over the wet flesh. Goose bumps appeared instantly. I wrapped my fingers around her mound of tit flesh, squeezed softly, firming the flesh tight, leaned to her, and sucked her entire nipple and half her tit into my mouth, my tongue probing, washing over the flesh quickly. Her chest heaved, lifting her tit to my mouth as a groan erupted from her, so deep in sound I knew it came from her core. Her whole body flexed and shuddered as the first waves of that sexual feeling passed through her body. Her fingers snaked into my hair, pulling me to her body. I could feel her satisfaction as I gently sucked, licked, and nibbled on her nipple. I moved quickly to the other, repeating my gentle assault on the second nipple. Her hips undulated under my abdomen, lifting, tilting, moving side to side as I continued my journey from one tit to the other, and back again. I knew the direct route from her nipple to her sex, how her sex drive would increase 10-fold as I continued my tit foreplay.
Finally, her body demanded more serious play. As she grabbed my shoulders, she pushed me down toward her mound. I licked, nibbled, and played on the southward journey. Her left leg lifted high, draping up the couch cushion, her heel hooked on the top as her right leg dropped off the side of the couch. Her legs could not get wider. I looked to her eyes. I quickly understood her mood. Intense, pursed lips, her body screamed for more, and it was needed quickly. I dropped my hands below her butt, sliding them under her hips, palms up. As they slid by her hips, I curled the hands up over her thighs. I leaned to her, my tongue extended, probing her exposed clit slowly. As I circled her clit, her hips leaped upwards, shoving her cunt to my mouth. I tightened my fingers, holding her body down. I wanted to have her, but on my terms.
"Oh fuck please," she grunted quietly. "Don't tease me. Make me cum baby," she whispered. I did not respond. I sucked her clit into my mouth, clamping my teeth over it securely, and thrashed it with my tongue. Her hips exploded upwards, lifting my head and shoulders above the couch. I held one for dear life as she started bucking under me. As her hips humped up and down, I thrashed her sensitive clit in my mouth, smearing my face back and forth in her slit. Her juices were pouring to my mouth, my cheeks, chin smothered in her juices. Moving quickly, I slid down her cleft, shoving my tongue into her hole. I probed her, forcing my mouth tight to her hole, extending retracting my tongue rapidly to simulate fucking her. Her hips got a rhythm, lifting, dropping, and grinding against my mouth. Her hands clamped under her thighs, holding her high above the couch. Now propped on my elbows, I devoured her cunt. I rose up, my mouth again sucking her clit deep into my mouth as she screamed unintelligibly. I thrashed her, chewing wildly on her clit, pushing her body toward her orgasm. Her chin pressed hard to her chest, her mouth agape, she absorbed each nibble, each tongue thrash, pushing her body to her first orgasm.
"Oh yes," she drew out long and loud. "Oh," her voice trailed off. Her body exploded, her legs flying beside my arms, her toes extended, lifting her body, her crotch to my mouth. Her hips humped, thrashing up and down rapidly, pushing against my mouth. I slowed my tongue, lazily circling her clit. Her body slowed it's gyrations, almost growing limp in my hands. I let her body flop to the couch, my mouth still attached to her swollen clit. Lying flat on the couch, my mouth at her cunt, I reached to spread her lips, using my thumb, index finger to part them. Her pink slit exposed, I licked top to bottom, reaming her wet hole with each pass. As I approached her clit, she hips jumped. Slowly, I circled her clit, then probing the bottom side, hooking my tongue in the folds, licking upwards to flatten her clit on her pelvis bone. I started faster, quicker probes of her clit, mashing it, flicking it back and forth. Her body responded very quickly, her second orgasm approaching fast. As she grabbed my hair, pulling my mouth to her, a loud, guttural grunt exploded from her, her body ripped with a second powerful orgasm. Her cunt spastically quivered against my mouth, her sustained orgasm passing through her body. Not as powerful, but longer lasting, I took her body further, shoving two fingers into her wet hole, burying them completely. As soft scream escaped her clenched lips, her feet lifted skyward, straight, hips tilting to me, offering me her total sex. I pounded my fingers in, out of her cunt, the squishy noises filling my ears as her body absorbed each thrust, each penetration.
My mind clearly interrupted my sex thought process. Would a lady's cunt juices stain a $6000 leather couch? "Who the fuck cares," answered my cock's little brain.