"Both together!" she cried and seized his cock again. She plunged it into her mouth and gave him exquisite head bobs and suck pressure. He was game. His throat made cream sounds of pleasure but he kept up his cunt suck. A real oral eagle! Maybe an Ail-American, she thought, her breath going as fast as her heart.
She wallowed in his naked flesh, digging pleased fingers into his strong thighs, exciting her breasts with side to side movement on his belly, concentrating on a steady, demanding suck that this fabulous cock would require. He was both masculine-hard and vulnerable tender as his body rocked but his nerves quivered. It was the cocksuck of his life with this luscious, hot blonde on top of him. Everybody said the New York girl was something else again-and she was.
He just held on and did what he had to do, driving his tongue into her velvet tissues, unsealing her tight vagina with a finger now and again, and clearing away her.sweet girl honey with gulps of joy and.lascivious suck sounds. His hands traveled up and down her slim, golden body, soft as satin, firm in youth and he was so hot for her he tried to dig his nose into her asshole.
Cheryl knew how to handle prick. Sometimes her hand helped her mouth as she worked the slippery skin. Sometimes she let go to lick up and down the barrel of the cock, tongue slick and teasing. She dabbed the underside of the cock head where the thick nest of sex nerves fed singing joy into his body and then moved down to ingest his balls gently in her mouth, creating new joy bugs in his sperm factory.
It was easy to read his signals. There were gurgles and gasps, tender shiftings of his body, a tensing of his hard, firm buttocks and the swift, eager fuck-thrusts of his loins. He flew way up in the sky on the magic carpet of sex.
"Mmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmmmm," he managed, mouth busy, and as expert on her box as she was on his groovier.
At first it wasn't so easy to give him rich head while enjoying her own rutting passion. Yet she dived into the delight of the double suck, gyrating her loins, reaming her pelvis on his face and thrilling higher and higher with his tongue action. Sometimes he punched it into her cunt, soft and wet, yet firm enough to make her feel penetration. Other times he laved past her clit, being careful not to ride on it harshly.
She had to let go of his cock a minute to draw deeper breaths in her ecstatic joy.
"Awwww. wuf, wuf," she barked. Dog sounds. Bitch. Bitch in heat.
Now the burn inside of her belly was intense, creeping up to her breasts with her nipples extremely sensitized, creeping down to her calves. She would have to explode this cock and master it before she went whining into her own orgasmic heaven, or she'd leave him hanging. Her pride wouldn't let her do that. Her pre-orgasmic sensations were so incredibly delightful that she got that shivering feeling of wanting to jump out of her skin. It was an approach to a locking, ineffable concentration of nerves and muscles that opened her whole womanhood, a tightening so fierce and pleasurable that her body then had to go into spasms to open out into orgasm and relieving throbs.
She closed her mouth tighter oh the upper end of his prick and used her teeth more to nub his ridge of pleasure under the cock head. He throbbed in ecstasy, squirmed.
"Hoooo," he went.
Now! Right past his protest throbbings, she sucked and demanded the treasure of his balls and interior sex equipment. He gave a massive groan of pleasure at her breaking his masculine seal and went still to prepare his muscles for the crowning spurts of joy. At the last second before he had to surrender to orgasm he notched her cunt and dug a thumb at her asshole. The rich nerves around her anus joined the exploding female network of pleasure.
"Aahhh,eeee," she went, thrilled to the limits. No one had ever used her asshole against her like this before.
Spurt! She barely managed to hold and swallow his first cream burst as he sang out his joy.
Then it happened-as it always happened. She began to slide off orgasm. Whining as she drank Tom's exploding cock she reached out mentally to grab her old security blanket. Her cunt was being violated by a girl, her own mouth mastered not a cock, but a steaming bitch cunt. Suddenly it was the soft, sexy Abby under her, like last night, and Cheryl pitched into massive orgasm, tightening her thighs around Tom's head and squeezing her cunt in ecstasy.
"Mmmmmm," he went.
"Rrrrrrr," she went.
They clung and worked out their passionate bursts of orgasm, he with leaping sperm, she with powerful vaginal throbs and squeezes.
Yet, even as she surrendered to the singing pleasure of orgasm, she had to hold tight to her fantasy of Abby's soft body under her, girl straining and gasping, feminine face sweating in passion, nipples taut on big breasts, milky thighs closing, taken cunt pulsing in rhythm to Cheryl’s own throbs. In the safe imagined world of girl orgasm, Cheryl could enjoy her own orgasm, no other way.
Tom tapered off and she knew he didn't realize what had happened inside of her. He cooed his delight as he carefully removed his big cock, red and fussed from her mouth, empty but still stiff.
"Rough. I'll feel it later, but I like a hard suck," he said. "Oh, Cheryl, I love you. What are you doing for dinner tonight?”
She had to talk her way out of that. Still, like all her boyfriends, he was easy to handle now that he'd achieved orgasm with her. He dressed and left, eager to join the fun at the breakfast downstairs. She told him she had to get a shower first.
Instead she lay on the bed in her usual sex dilemma, body glowing from the euphoria of sex, soul aching in misery from her peculiar hang-up. Seducing her roommate had changed nothing. All it did was replace her old fantasy with a new one.
She knew the source of her problem. It had happened years ago when Cheryl was twelve or thirteen and her mother was still alive. She had gone to the big bedroom in the Westchester mansion to ask her mother some question-and found the big, blonde woman she worshipped so much going down on the young Puerto Rican hairdresser. Maria was a young girl of great. Latin beauty, soft, big-eyed and feminine. Cheryl's mother was a forthright, well-built but dynamic woman who seemed to dominate everybody.
Her mother's big, golden body covered Maria's brown one as they lay naked on the bed. Her mother had captured Maria's head between her thighs and made her suck. At the same time her mouth had Maria's legs far apart and busily serviced the hairdresser's glossy-haired pelvis. The young girl squirmed in protest.
"Oh, no,Mrs. Wallace. no, no, no," she cried.
But there was no escape for the poor Maria, captured in a feminine sixty-nine position.
"I want you," Cheryl's mother insisted in a husky voice and, as usual, she got her way. Maria licked the older woman's cunt and her mother came on Maria's face, jerking, eyes big, head down, mouth drawn into a rectos of pleasure.
That was sexy enough, seeing her mother go, but it was even more thrilling to see her mother proceed to harvest the young girl's sexuality. Long brown thighs and graceful legs twisted and surged, heels dug in, as the hairdresser tried to extricate herself. Female sex was probably against her religion and upbringing both, Cheryl thought. Yet lust had to prevail in the end. Her mother handled the young belly and flowering pink cunt as if she owned it, making pleased sounds in her throat, and the legs stilled, the young body went passive and Maria began to sing in taken delight.
"Haysoooo,haysooo," she crooned.
This time she dug in her heels and canted her pelvis to be conquered by the older woman. She gave bird-like cries of pleasure as the blonde woman took her. Cheryl could see it alclass="underline" the brown buttocks tense and intense in orgasm, the pink tongue reaming the wide-open darker pink of the violated vagina, the strain of soft muscles, and, of course, the animal but dainty sounds of the expiring young girl.
Cheryl had just begun to take a deep interest in sex. She thought the sight of the two naked women, head to belly on the bed, the most shocking and yet beautiful sight she'd ever seen in her fife. Her mother's fulsome lust and Maria's reluctant pleasure excited her beyond measure. She adored her mother, who was buxom but lovely, and she thought Maria the sexiest person she'd ever seen. She really couldn't fault her mother for seducing the girl.