Kathy felt a cold shiver the first time she heard Don moan. The strength of his warbled cry carried the full length of the hall, so shrill and sharp that he could have been right beside her.
"It's all right," George said. "Have some more wine." He splashed more pink champagne into her glass and watched as she sat mute, eyes drifting up like the tiny bubbles.
"Maybe," she said finally. "Some of my girl friends said it would be better if Don… if Don could fuck another woman. That he'd learn and then be better with me."
"I think your friends were right. I mean, would you want to have your appendix taken out by a doctor who had never done it before?"
She giggled uneasily and said, "No… no, of course not." But the chanting force of Don's excited cries still bothered her. "It's just that well, I have never been able to make him sound so happy."
"You'll learn too," he said. He lay beside her on the fleecy rug, tipping his glass with one hand while the other stirred aimlessly in the soft strands near her leg.
"I don't know," she said. "I've… I've never done anything with anyone except Don." She took a long sip, swallowing hard before going on. "And I don't do it very well with him."
"Of course… you've been taught by a teacher who never went to school."
Kathy grinned and took another cooling swallow of pink champagne. She could still hear Don's delighted cries, but they bothered her less. "I'd say he's enjoying his first lesson."
"And you will enjoy yours… as much or more."
Kathy tensed when he touched her legs, gulping a swallow of champagne. "I don't think I can do it."
"Not now, perhaps. You're not ready. But in time…"
"Yes, maybe." Kathy's eyes slipped almost shut, her trim little body swaying in time with her husband's grunts and moans. She thought, the time is nearer already.
George let his hand drift lightly as she swayed, inching up her thigh with deft strokes. "Hhhhhhmmmmmmm," she said, an echo of a sound she'd heard.
"Lie down, Kathy… stretch out and relax."
"Yes," she said in a dreamy voice. "I'd like that!" She uncrossed her legs and rolled down on her side to face him, eyes bright with expectation.
The sound of Don's voice had a strange effect. It had started her pussy juices flowing. She could feel the spread of dampness between her legs, a restless stirring in the tight hollow of her blonde-fringed cunt.
"Uuuunnngh!" she said in unison with. Don's distant groan. Without her really being aware of it, his hand had slipped beneath the hem of her short skirt. His touch was both exciting and reassuring.
"Don would be fucking me already," she said in a voice of detachment, warming slowly to the gentle touch of the mature man. "In fact, he'd be through by now."
George grinned and said, "He has more enthusiasm than experience."
"And you?" Her liquid blue eyes gazed longingly.
"I have both." Her sleek, firm, young thigh seemed to melt beneath his creeping fingertips.
Warmth flowed straight to his cock. He could feel his prick stir, like a sleeping giant just awakened… yawning, stretching, flexing its powerful muscles.
He reached a thin band of lacy trim on her panties and followed it inward, down the curve of her thigh and into the damp hollow of her oozing cunt. He could feel the slick warmth of her seeping desire, and his swelling cock head throbbed with wild vigor.
George loved to excite a young cunt, a fresh little pussy unused to his nerve-twisting skills. He smiled and slid a probing finger down her nylon-sheathed cunt.
"Hhhungh?" she gasped. Her voice was tense, her pussy lips wet and eager. Conflicting emotions still clashed in her mind. Her head tossed nervously, loosing long waves of sun-bleached hair, soft and flickering in the light of the artificial fire.
George buried his face in the gleaming gold, breathing deep to inhale the sweet scent rising from the silken flow. His lips moved, stirred by hunger to have more than just the smell of her. He leaned closer, his breath coming in short gasps, his tongue darting to find her ear.
"Aaaahhh," she cried when the heat of his excited breath hit her ear.
Her lithe young body tensed in rigid anticipation. His finger probing between her legs was wet with juice from her cunt and squirmed beneath the lace trimmed edge of her panty leg. His tongue flicked out with the same slick motions, exploring the tiny little cavern of her ear.
"Hhhhoooo." She gave a joyous shiver and spread her legs to clear a pathway for his hand. She rolled her head and drew nearer to the tingling magic of his darting tongue. Her whole mind blazed from the fire of his rasping breath. Don let out a prolonged and intense wail, and Kathy hardly noticed.
He would have fucked a more experienced cunt right then, thrown a leg over her heaving pussy dome and whipped out his raging cock – but with her shyness and what she'd been taught as a child, he knew such a move now would only fill her with revulsion. He held himself back, feeling the increased tension of restraint swell his cock even harder than before.
"Ooooh," she moaned nervously. Kathy could tell how long and hard his prick was. Squirming from the joy of his finger strokes, she pressed a soft thigh against his groin. Spasms rocked her hips, a jumbled motion made partly of fear and partly of desperate desire.
His hand slid up to the waistband of her panties and dipped down inside, drawing nearer and nearer to what she'd been taught was a forbidden valley.
"Aaaahhhh," she gasped, weakened and with no will left to resist.
She felt his fingers glide through the golden tangle of her cunt hair, a wide, thick triangle as fleecy and soft as the rug beneath them both.
"You're soft as a young mink," he said with warmth and admiration. "Damp and sleek with wild desire."
George grinned, his lips brushing the curled shell of her ear as he whispered. Actually, Kathy was not wild yet. But she would be. He'd learned years ago to intensify his own pleasures by telling a woman she was what he wanted her to be. Women, especially those plagued by fears and doubts, react to warm praise almost like hypnosis.
"Uuuunnngh," she moaned, pressing upward to meet his hand, writhing so that she wiggled half out of her clinging panties. An extended finger found the top of her narrow cunt slit and eased between her soft, wet pussy lips.
He brushed by her clit, hardly touching it at all. The shock of that would be too much at the moment. George eased down instead, deeper into her tight little cunt hole, teasing and stirring to make more sweet fuck juice flow.
"What a soft, sweet, tight little cunt you have!"
"Aaagh," she shrilled, her whole body drawing tight with shivers of desire. His hot breath so close to her ear made all of her senses blur.
She arched her back and felt her panties slide down to her knees. Another hand moved up to her tits, slowly stripping them bare. Her firm, sharply pointed tits swelled inside her bra, nipples hard as little stones.
Each time she tensed, struggling to find the power to resist, George pressed warmly with finger and tongue, blanking her mind with the heat of desire. Her bra and then her skirt fell away. Her whole body trembled in ways she could not control, seductive motions that helped her shake free of her clothes.
When Kathy's vision cleared, she felt the warmth of the flickering glow on her downy skin, the soft tingle of the fleecy rug in the restless hollow of her back. George sat astride her, still fully clothed, hands reaching for her naked tits.
"They're soooo small," she moaned sadly. She'd seen how his wife Ellen was built – huge soft tits that she knew Don was squeezing and sucking right now.
"And they're so firm… so perfectly formed!" His spread hands covered her creamy tits, pressing softly while his fingers curved and swirled around her bulging little nipples.
"Hhhuuungh!" Kathy grunted, thrusting her shoulders back in response to needle-like stabs of pleasure that seemed to flow from his fingertips.
The finger of his right hand was still damp with pussy juice from her cunt. His left hand was dry, and it burned with grinding friction until Kathy clenched her teeth to keep from crying out.
"When I suck that beautiful wet tit I'll taste your sweet cunt," he said, his tongue flashing anxiously as he spoke.
"Don says – unnnggch!"
He bowed his head and swallowed her juicy little tit, lashing at her hard nipple with his tongue, twisting it in a tight spiral of hunger and joy.
"Don says my twat smells like a sewer," she gulped.
"More like champagne," he argued softly. "Tart, but sweet… sparkling pink, deliciously smooth! Arrgh, I can hardly wait to bury my face between your legs!"
Her blue eyes glazed in shock. She'd dreamed of exactly that for as long as she could remember even wishing that somehow she could double herself tight enough to lick her own little slit. But now, knowing that it would actually happen. "No, don't!" she cried. "It isn't right!"
"Of course it's right," George said in a soothing voice. He could feel the way her body battled her mind, the raw hunger of natural desire straining to overpower a prudish past. "What happens when you hold your breath?" he asked.
"Uunngh," she moaned, delirious from the heat of his touch. "My lungs begin to ache and burn."
"Yes… and what is your little pussy doing now?"
"Aaagh?" she cried. "It aches… and it burns. Oh, God! I want my cunt sucked so much!"
"Of course you do." His lips dropped again on the firm cone of her tit, his tongue spinning and twisting to excite the swollen tip of her nipple. "Your body wants… it begs for what it needs. Your cunt needs sucking the same way your lungs need air."
"Yeeeessss," she moaned. He made it all seem so logical, and the spinning magic of his tongue blurred the nagging little voice of her conscience into a shrill cry of increasing desire.
"Do it!" she groaned. "Eat my pussy. Eat it alive! Oooh, George… tongue fuck my little cunt!"
His warm lips curved into a grin, gliding up the firm cone of her tit, releasing her bulging nipple with the soft pop of a cock coming out of a wine bottle. He felt strongly tempted to drive on her dripping sweet cunt and to devour her pussy as she kept moaning and begging him to do. But George forced himself to use restraint. The longer he made her wait, the louder he made her beg, the better it would be.
He teased his lips down the rib – ripples below her throbbing little tit, then across into the downy cleft in the center of her writhing young body, already sleek with the moist heat of desire.
Straining passions gave her slender curves a salty-sweet taste. He lapped his tongue on the rising dome of her belly and felt her squirm in joyous tension.
"Ooooh," Kathy cried softly.
Jack-knifed above her, George continued to inch downward toward the musky, hollow of her cunt slowly, deliberately agonizing her with teasing tongue strokes.
"Aaggggh," Kathy cried. She wanted more. Her body twisted and pulsed with need. She could smell the heady broth of lust drooling from her cunt, and suddenly she gave a shiver. "Oh, it smells so strong!"
"Like the finest French perfume," he assured her. George loved the smell of a heated cunt. The horny aroma drifted up like a thick fog and swelled his lungs with raging desire.
"Hhhmmmm," he growled deep in his throat, continuing his slow, steady tongue lashing march to her cunt.
Kathy wailed expectantly as he drew near, sinking the squirming tip of his tongue into the tiny hollow of her belly button. He pulled with gentle suction, stabbed with hungry thrusts of his tongue, milking that little hollow exactly as he planned to ravage her cunt when she could no longer stand to wait another second.
"Now!" she whined. "Oh, eat my cunt now!"
"Hhhmnunm," he growled, pretending to be satisfied where he was, teasing her tight little navel with darting strokes of his tongue.
"Huumngh!" She arched beneath him, rising and squirming, offering up her drooling pussy. "Pleeeease!"
He let her squirm. He loved it. The writhing motions of her eager young body had heated his cock like a branding iron. As he inched slowly downward, the tip of his prick dragged along her leg. She jerked and twitched from its searing touch.
She could feel the thundering beat of his heart echoed in his cock head.
"Muummmph," he said as his tongue reached the damp tangle of cunt hair spread like a warm fur collar above her juicy pussy slit. The scent of her desire was stronger there, the taste excitingly more delicious. He lapped into her soft cunt hair with his tongue, pulled at the silky strands with demanding lips.
"Aaack!" Each little pussy hair seemed to be rooted at the base of her skull. The way he nipped and tugged made her head jerk, thrashing from side to side.
Don had never taken so much time with her, never lifted her so far, never made her anxious body beg and plead in the rapture of anticipation. Kathy gazed up in blind delight, hardly daring to wonder what the climactic plunge would be like.
George dipped lower, lightly kissing one puffed cunt lip and then the other, his head swaying gently back and forth while his tongue darted and pressed between them.
"Hungh?" Kathy moaned, rocking her hips from side to side to intensify her joyous rapture. "Oooh, yes! Suck it, please. Pull with all your might. Lick it. Lap it. Grind it up!"
He grinned and felt his cock swell even harder. He loved her helpless writhing. His tongue flicked out in response to her chanting and moaning, thrusting deeper into her juicy pussy slit each time, savoring the taste and scent of excited cunt.
"Hhhoooo!" she gasped, "Do it… don't tease. Ungh! Get my clit… eat it! Oh, shit it's burning up!"
But she jerked and pulled away when the wet lash of his tongue first circled her thick, stubby sweet clit.
"Aaagh!" she howled as if stung by the jolt of a high voltage charge. Then she thrust her hips back, her trembling young body begging for more.
George twirled the nub of her clit in a tight little swirl, sucking with his lips to draw it out and strain its tiny root. "Gluuuummm," he said, slurping down the pungent pussy syrup gushing from her cunt.
It no longer mattered to Kathy whose mouth capped and dug at her restless twat. In her dreams, it had always been Don, her husband, whose lips and stabbing tongue excited her so. Now she didn't care. She spread her legs wide and arched her back in a tense curve of trembling desire.
George sucked harder, tightening his lips like a noose around her sleek, tart clit. He pressed the tip of his tongue into her dented clit head, pushing and puffing at the same time.
"Eeeeyyyy!" she screamed, not caring if the sound carried to Don's ears at the other end of the hall.
"Harrrgh!" He nipped her little clit with his teeth, grinding at the root while his tongue swept back and forth across the top in a soft counter rhythm that tightened her seething passions like a screw.
"Oooh, fuck! Ooooh, fuck! I'm cumming. I haven't even felt your big hot cock and you're making me cuuuummm!"
George gave a satisfied grunt, his own raging desire made wilder by her joyous writhing. "UUNGH!" he moaned, stabbing out and down with his tongue, ramming it hard between her wet and trembling pussy lips.
"Aaagh!" The dark wet tube of her cunt hole grasped and squeezed as he rammed in. He hooked upward, drawing back to snag the firm rim at the top, then he curved his wet tongue down sharply and plowed along the slippery floor of her pussy.
"Ooooh, God!" Kathy's dreams of cunt sucking seemed pale and flat compared to what she felt in the grinding jaws of reality. Sparks flashed like jagged lightning bolts that she saw clearly even with her eyes clamped tightly shut.
He knew at once the main cause of her aching lust. Kathy's thick, stubby little clit lay deep in a soft furrow of protective cunt flesh. Her young husband had never thought to draw her clit out, to suck it and make it swell, and probably he fucked by jamming his cock straight in.
Fine for him. George could feel the anxious seething of a tight and deliciously wet little pussy.
He could hardly wait for her clinging rings of cunt muscle to grip his surging cock shaft. But he would grip her shoulders and pull so that his thick prick would grind on the hidden trigger of passion in ways she had never felt.
And it was not saintly unselfishness that powered his desire to please her – it was the certain knowledge of what grinding a clit can do. It would spark hard tremors deep in her cunt, tight waves of delight that would climb his driving cock and wring his prick with power and passion.
The joy of anticipation made his balls ache with a painful throb that matched his diving tongue strokes – in and out, up and around the lust-crazed nub of her clit.
"Oooh… hhhooo," she cried in a voice unable to form words. Her lips trembling. Her tongue flopped in and out and the tension of shocking delight swelled a wild cry inside her chest.
He cupped her tits with his hands and worked them with the same grinding rhythm of his tongue, thumbs circling her nipples in an ever-tightening spiral.
"Eeeeyyyahhh!" Kathy wailed, thrashing like a trout hooked by his stabbing tongue. She felt triple jolts of intense delight – twin sparks of pleasure flashed from her nipples and another even stronger shock shot upward from her tongue-stabbed cunt. "It's ssssooo good!" she hissed. "Good… good… good!"
She drummed her heels on the floor beneath him, raking his hot cock with her creamy thighs. She arched her shoulders back into the silky fleece of the rug, squirming her tits and cunt upward into his grasp.
Her fingers laced themselves on the back of his head, arms tense and straining to force his tongue deeper into her bubbling cunt with savage hot pulses rippled her sleek pussy walls, tugging and pulling, aching for cock.
"Aaagggghhhh!" she howled, shivering with frantic tension. Then her nerves all twanged like broken guitar strings. She felt a stinging joy, then trembled and fell back, limp and gasping, still pulling at his tongue with the aftershocks of orgasmic delight.
"Ooooh," she moaned, "I've never cum so hard and long. Never… never."
He just smiled, his tongue licking fuck oil from his lips. And he thought to himself, wait until your honey-dripping cunt gets rammed full of cock?