Nakedness was the most liberating of actions for Wendy. Somehow, knowing that her flesh was naked always excited her. Especially when she was sharing her nudity with a naked man.
She and Ted had immediately stripped the last remains of their clothing when they entered the bedroom. Now they stood, hiding nothing, each proud of their bodies.
Ted was three years away from thirty. He had been married two years, and Wendy gathered that he had sowed his wild oats early. Why else would he take on the responsibility of a baby to raise?
His hair was long and well groomed. He wasn't overly muscled like the full-time athlete, but his body was trim, and she supposed that he worked at keeping in shape.
The one muscle that he kept in top shape was the one hanging between his legs. Or should she say, jutting from between his legs. Anything standing that proud couldn't be said to be hanging.
"You ready to have your cunt lapped," he asked.
Wendy eased her ass on the bed, lay back and spread her white thighs wide. Her cunt glistened wetly, the lips swollen. When she took her fingers and separated the lips, her cunt seemed to flower, the cuntjuice oozing from the dark slit. A tiny dribble of cuntjuice slipped out of the gash and welled at the bottom of her pussy.
"Does that seem answer enough for you?"
She began to undulate, letting her fingers caress her cuntmouth in slow delicate strokes. She curled her cunthair around one finger, then brushed it lightly across her clit.
Ted climbed on the bed, his face close to her blood-engorged cunt. He blew his hot breath over the whole area, and watched Wendy's pussylips flutter.
Her ass began to rock from side to side, while she stroked her silken sheath. Occasionally her puckered little asshole would come into view. He ran the tip of his index finger across it a couple of times and felt the shock ripple through Wendy.
He did not go directly to her cunt, but nibbled at her creamy thighs for a while.
It was tantalizing to have him kissing and licking her so close to her eager pussy, but she wanted him to hurry and place his mouth on her cuntlips.
"Kiss it, darling! Let me feel your lips on my cunt," she begged.
He obeyed, letting his mouth suddenly envelop her twat. It was as tasty as he had supposed it would be. He chewed daintily on her cuntlips. Then slipping his hands under her and taking an asscheek in each hand, he began to lick up and down the great gash with the flat of his tongue.
Wendy draped her legs over his shoulders, her heels resting on his back. She rose to meet his furious licking, pressing into his back.
"Easy, angel. I'm not going to miss anything. But I can't hold onto your ass if you move around too much."
"I'm sorry," she said. "I guess I got carried away."
"Glad to know you were enjoying it."
She sighed, and hunched upward at him.
"Please… hurry! Eat my pussy."
He returned his eager mouth to her trembling cuntlips. With a quick dart, so sudden that it surprised her, Ted snaked his tongue into her oozing cunt.
Oh, God, it's so wonderful. I can't help myself. His tongue is driving me out of my mind! Oh, suck me, Ted! Tongue-fuck me, darling! Jab your tongue all the way up in me!
The wonderful sensations spreading out from her cunt were making her so passionate that her pussyjuice was flowing out of her cunt in a gush.
Ted swabbed the velvety center of her pussy, making slurping sounds as his tongue sought the insides of her tingling, throbbing cunt.
She clamped her thighs on his smooth shaven cheeks, writhing as the heat rippled through her. She felt as though she were in the middle of a raging bonfire, built from her all-consuming lust. She moaned in tight little gasps of breath, kneading her titties as she bucked and lurched wildly against Ted's educated tongue.
"Ahhhhh! It's so good. Eat me, tongue me, suck me, do anything to me, but don't quit, not now! Don't quit ever. Suck me, Ted! Mmmmmm!"
She clamped down on her lower lip, to stifle her scream.
Her nipples became harder and more erect. She was building toward the most wonderful climax she had ever had. No one had ever sucked her pussy like this before, and maybe no one would ever again. Ted was a super cunt-lapper.
Ted found her throbbingly erect clitoris then. He tongued with animal ferocity, then nibbled at it with his teeth. Wendy threw back her head, and would have screamed but the breath was depleted from her lungs. It had whooshed out at the first touch of her flaming joy button.
She brought her hands down from her tits, and placed them on the back of Ted's head. He burrowed deeper, as though he were tunneling through her cunt with his tongue. He sucked her cunt, he lapped it, he nibbled it, and every act sent her soaring higher and higher.
"Coming… It's so good! So goooood!"
She lurched up at him, bucking uncontrollably. Then she shuddered violently, held herself poised in a tense state then she began to come. The orgasm hit her, rolled her through a final series of gyrations, then left her spent and slumped on the bed.
Ted fought his way from between her clenched thighs. His eyes blazed with passion. As Wendy looked down the expanse of her body, she could see his rock-hard cock swaying menacingly at her.
Ted licked the fuck foam from his lips where the juices from Wendy's cunt had mingled with his saliva, and then he moved atop her. He pressed his mouth to hers, and she opened to receive his tongue. It darted across her teeth and tongue, and she tasted her fuckjuice. The taste was somewhat salty, but pleasant to the taste buds.
She could feel his prick so very close to her saliva-slickened slit. She reached down between their bodies and guided the enormous head to her cuntmouth. The head slid between the pulsating lips, and then with a savage grunt Ted plunged it home.
Wendy felt it collide with her cervix, knew that her cunt was adjusting to accommodate the stiff shaft.
Ted had been right. His cock filled her. Not a single inch of her pussy seemed to be out of touch with his prick. The hunk of maleness seemed to have forced every molecule of air out of her cunt. When Ted Johnson stabbed his hard-on into a girl, she knew it.
Wendy kissed him, drinking deep of his tongue, letting it search out the insides of his lips and cheeks.
Ted began to move then. His cock, so tightly enveloped by her tight little snatch, stroked her with languid motions. Her pussy strained outward as he withdrew, the lips pouting around his prick, not wanting to let it go. Then when he drove forward, they moved inward, as though they were glued to the surface of his cock.
Wendy tried to match his rhythmic bursts inside her. It was easy at first, because he was moving so slowly, but the more he kept up his plunging, the faster his rhythm became.
"That's it. Fuck faster! Your cock is really fucking me now."
Ted reached down and took hold of her asscheeks, not missing a stroke with his pistoning prick. When he had her firmly in hand, he really began to thrust. His ass rose as though pointing at the ceiling, then delved ever so deep into her clasping cunt. Waves of pleasure washed over Wendy. She moaned and clutched his back, her nails digging into him.
He was fucking so hard that Wendy had to grip his ass to keep him from pulling himself all the way out on his backward motion. That would be the worst of all possible happenings. She threw up her legs, letting her heels dig into his ass and her hands circle his waist.
He began to fuck faster, her sweet cuntflesh yielding to him, then clasping tightly to him, yielding, then clasping. Ted's cock buried balls deep inside her made her feel as close to heaven as she would ever come, and her body tingled in all the wonderful places.
He fucked harder and harder then, their mounds grinding mercilessly against one another.
It would not be long now. Already the fierceness of his fuck had gotten to her. She clutched his back and pulled him deeper and deeper with her heels.
"This is it, baby! Shoot it deep in me!"
He rammed his cock into her, once, twice, three times, then stiffened.
"Unnhhh!" he bellowed, and his balls emptied for the second time. When she felt the cum striking her cunt walls, her juice began to flow, and she was swept asunder by the raging warmth and wetness of her own orgasm. She felt the walls of the bedroom reeling about her.
Ted stood shy and silent, fully dressed in the clothes she had first spied him in this morning. But there was now a difference. She had shared something with this man, manipulated him, then been manipulated by him. And in the process they had both profited, had both come away winners.
Wasn't that the way it should be? She hoped so, but she wasn't yet sure.
"It seems foolish to leave you with a mere thank you," said Ted. He sat on the bed beside her. She was still naked, still basking in the glow of the exquisite fucking and sucking she had been given.
"It's enough."
She kissed him then, not with passion but with tenderness. He seemed to understand.
He caressed her cheek, let his hand run down her throat traced an imaginary line down her chest to circle one nipple with his forefinger.
"Good-bye, Ted. You gave me something I'd been missing. I'm glad we got together."
"Good-bye, Wendy."
And he was gone.