She nodded greedily, filling her mouth and stuffing her throat chokingly as she engulfed the throbbing thickness. Each time she pulled back to the knob, she gave the tip a powerful suck.
"Oh, baby!" he groaned. "Just a few more times… and then… gravy train!" He was panting as she began to grip the base of his whang with one hand and work at the spongy mass of his balls with the other.
"Suck the cream, doll!" he yelled. "Drink it up!"
He erupted mightily, spewing his load into the gurgling maw of her throat. She took it moaningly, one hand sneaking down to her crotch and finger-fucking herself to completion as she came along with him.
As soon as Dot had sucked the last gob from his tubes, Harlan rolled over to get away from her greedy mouth. She lay down on the sheet beside him and quivered with the fading of her last gentle orgasm, licking her lips contentedly and keeping her hand in her crotch.
She knew she would be able to sleep for a while, and if she was lucky, there could be still more sex play before the weekend was entirely over.
Chapter 11
Barbara Gates had been musing over the possibilities of sex play with Cole McDonald all during her stay, except during the moments when she was actually involved with another partner. There was a certain something about the handsome farmer that gave her the pussy-crawlies and twat-tickles
Dot had told her, during a hurried comparison of notes, that Cole was more than capable of holding his own with the best of the swappers she had met to date. Now Barbara wanted to convince Cole that she was as much fun as Dot might have been.
When they entered the bedroom and faced each other, Cole felt some of the undercurrent as Barbara frankly appraised him, her eyes like smoky agates but with the fire of opals. She stood with one knee turned in against the other like a fashion model's pose.
"Who undresses whom?" she asked, hoping as always that she'd get the chance to undress her man; it added spice to the play for her.
Cole had been prepared to strip himself, and was certainly not averse to watch Barbara do a strip tease for him. But her choice of phrasing told him that she might prefer otherwise.
"Let's make it lady's choice," he said. "As of this moment, I'm devoted to the pleasant pursuit of your happiness!"
"Ooh-h-h!" she said in a low voice, her full lips pouting in a moist "O" that grabbed Cole's nervous system somewhere near his balls. "That could lead to almost anything," she told him. But she had started to take advantage of his offer, walking up to him and unfastening his belt and fly.
She had him peeled down quickly, and as soon as his clothes were out of the way, she flipped her head upward into his crotch from her kneeling position, and he gasped as the teasing tendrils of her hair made tingling ripples shudder through his groin and belly.
His prick was at rigid attention before she could get to her feet. The front of her frock touched it, and when she moved a bit to unfasten her dress, the fabric teased his swollen knob. Barbara let the garment fall to the floor and stood there in her yellow bra and panties.
Cole's eyes glowed with lust, and he licked his lips as he saw the bra cups pop free, slipping away with the straps as she flung the flimsy thing aside. Her tits quivered appetizingly as she peeled down her panties.
The toasty curls of her snatch came into new when she straightened up, and Cole's whang bobbed with eagerness. He was unprepared for her favorite preliminary to play, and when she knelt with her face in his crotch, clasping his buttocks lovingly as she nosed into his balls and sniffed, he almost went off in the air.
She nuzzled around his crotch, inhaling the man smell in deep sniffs, then blowing on his curly hairs as she exhaled. Her tongue lashed out and licked him under the balls; then she gave him a sucking kiss on the head of his cock.
Cole fought for control, made it, then was attacked once more by her flying brown hair as she prepared to get to her feet. The silken fluffiness was a maddening tease to the already sensitized head of his cock, and he was proud of his control when he managed to calm down afterward.
"Okay," she said softly when she was facing him at shoulder level again. "The lady has had her choice for preliminaries; now I'm yours Cole… take me any way you like!"
"Slowly," he told her. "Whatever else, I want to enjoy you slowly… to make it last. Something tells me I have a very special woman on my hands!" He grasped her shoulder gently and ushered her to the bed, easing her down on its edge, then rolling her onto her bevy.
He looked at the loveliness of her body as it relaxed into the resilience of the bed. Her hair was flung around her wildly as if wind-blown, and the toasted gold of her buttocks was a satin study in perfection.
Cole knelt and hissed the backs of her thighs, starting at the exciting valleys behind her knees and worked upward slowly. He kissed into the soft creases under her buttocks, then over the satin mounds themselves; his tongue slid down the shadowy crease between them and found the soft, fluttering wrinkles of her asshole.
He tongued hotly into the warm blossom, and she whimpered her joy as the shivers rippled over her skin. The cheeks of her ass twitched, then parted as she lifted up from the bed. The very private wrinkles of her asshole quivered and pouted open for him in an inviting pucker.
"What a gorgeous little winkie!" he exclaimed. He put his tongue into the softness again, pushing firmly but gently into its center.
"Oh, Cole… that's delicious!" she moaned. Her ass rocked gently as she appeared to be fucking herself into the bed.
He tongued her asshole for a while, working her up from whimpers and soft moans into surprised little squeals. Then he rolled her over onto her back and looked down on the flushed skin of her tits and belly.
Her eyes peered up at him through slitted lids; her mouth was moistly puckered into a circle, and her breathing was heavy. Her tits shimmered like quicksilver as she breathed, the nipples describing tiny circles in the air.
Her magnificent belly was soft to his lips, and he kissed it nibblingly, tonguing into her navel briefly before he moved up to suck her tit. The nipple swelled in his lips; he drew out her tiny store of liquid and moved to the other tit. It yielded more slowly, but gave up more love-milk to his powerful suction.
His lips coursed downward again. He tongued into the downy wonder of her cunt curls, then stopped as he gently grasped her legs and spread her crotch open to its fullest. He nestled his face into the gleaming pink wetness of her gash and breathed in her scent. Its exciting odor made him groan with joy as he breathed it deeply. Then he began to tongue her, using soft, feather-light touches that made her gasp and wiggle.
"Flow, baby!" he cried gently. "Cream for Daddy!" He sucked at the swollen edges of her lips, then fucked her hole with his hot tongue, and she moaned as her ass rocked with excitement.
His cry for honey triggered her mental controls as effectively as she could have done it by concentration. The juice began to ooze and gather, but Cole slurped it up greedily with lips and tongue, his hunger insatiable as the cream continued to ooze over her soft flesh.
But he heard her impatient whimpers, and he abandoned his quest for honey to kiss her clit, lipping it and milking its excited firmness within its soft cloak. He drew it in and out of his lips with a soft sucking that soon had Barbara crying out in little wails of ecstasy.
"Cole… darling!" she moaned. "Those tender little sucks!" Her ass was uncontrollable in its twitching and rocking now. He had to steady her in place with his hands on her hips to keep on target. But he gave her only a few more sucks before she emitted an animal cry that was almost low enough to be in the bass range.
Her cunt was torn from him as she bucked and reared; then she sank to the bed and lay there shuddering for a long time. When she stirred, Cole rolled her over and pulled her hips up so she became supported on her knees.