"Yes, oh, Bob, right there!" Mary's whisper sliced through the night air. "Mmmm, yes! Your tongue!!”
Bob's slim, aristocratic fingers dug into Mary's broad hips. "I love eating you," he said, his husky voice muffled by her luxurious cuntal hair. He pressed her loins closer, cupping his hands under her silky-skinned buttocks.
Mary's pussy had been wet since Bob grabbed her and kissed her. Her pulse raced when she helped him with the buttons of her blouse. Each touch of his fingers on her lush breasts had fanned the swampy heat in her loins, and now his lascivious tongue and suctioning lips delighted her.
Mary's heels dug in. She curved her spine, presenting her eager pussy. Her toes curled ecstatically when she raised her hands to cup her bosom. Mary's nipples stood completely erect in the cool of the evening, and goosebumps covered her skin. Her breasts were round and firm as two sweet, ripe melons.
Bob burrowed into her inviting loins. Thick, musky cream bathed his mouth and chin. Each sensitive part of Mary's cuntal jungle sought out his tongue and lips. He wallowed in the tender heat of her wet, fevered pussy. Mary's full, puffy labia surrounded his face. He slithered his tongue back and forth along the floor of her delicious cuntal valley.
Mary panted, moaning incoherent syllables into the night. The pretty woman's tan skin was silvery in the cool, steady moonlight. Her shoulders slid down the side of the trailer until her wide, satiny buttocks completely filled Bob's hands. Only her nape and shoulders touched the sky-blue van. Her knees were bent at a right angle and Bob cupped her hips like a huge bowl of nectar.
Mary's torso moved in passionate waves. She undulated lasciviously, pushing her honey-filled pussy against Bob's invading tongue.
Bob had to swallow her rich juices after every few long sucks. The soft internal folds of Mary's vagina gushed like a milky mountain spring. The heavy scent of her lusty pussy filled his nostrils. His tongue plunged in and out like a tiny piston. His upper lip gnawed and teased at the stiff, sensuous button of her clitoris.
"Oh, more, Bob! More!" Mary begged. "Don't stop now-make me cum all over your mouth!" Her eyes rolled, unfocused under fluttering lids. Her full lips were a slack oval. Her jaw fell open.
Bob's prick throbbed in the tight prison of his tailored slacks. Mary's fingers had lingered in his crotch just long enough to make the organ stiff as a poker. Kneeling to gobble her pussy, his swollen balls ached.
Bob kneaded her butter-soft asscheeks. He rolled the luscious mounds in his hands, spreading them wide, then forcing them back together. The mixture of her vaginal fluids and his saliva slicked the deep cleavage. Mary's rectum took his finger easily.
“Ohhh! D-don't-don't sto-stop!" Mary wailed. Her voice rose and fell, winding through the night like a distant yodel. "I'm cumming!”
Bob attacked her clit with his lips. He sucked the tiny stiffness into his mouth. The blood-pink inner cuntlips filled his mouth, and Mary put her hands on the back of his head.
She forced him harder against her suspended cunt. Her torso curved like a hammock. Her shoulders flexed on the metal wall of the trailer. Her hips were on a level with her head. Her round thighs tensed.
Bob felt the heat building in her. The soft curves t›f her ass hardened in his hands. Her rectum contracted around his finger. He plunged the digit in and out faster. Bob sucked savagely at her cunt mound, and carefully scraped the sides of her clit with his teeth. He bit into the flesh surrounding the hot button. He quit swallowing Mary's feverish juices, and let the thick mixture of their fluids drool over her rocking loins.
His balls felt like someone had clamped a vise on them. He rose from his haunches and knelt with the twisting, desperate weight of Mary's legs on his shoulders.
Mary's shoulders slid down the side of the trailer. Her lush tits jounced on her chest. She hung upside down, her hairdo ruined in the dust. Her thighs locked onto the sides of Bob's head, and Mary drummed her heels against his back.
Bob hunched involuntarily. Mary's cuntal fever had flowed over him, and his cock strained against his pants. He let go of her flexing buttocks and grabbed her heavy tits.
Mary's ass bounced against Bob's chest. Her cunt had gushed so much thick juice that his shirt was spotted with heavy-scented dampness. Her snapping vagina grabbed at his chin while he lashed her clit with snake-like flicks of his tongue.
She dug her heels into his back. Mary levered against him, spreading her knees. Her loins opened, trying to swallow his face up. She wanted Bob to drown in the welling chasm of her snatch. She ground her pussy against him, and moaned passionately.
Bob grunted and growled into her cunt. He reveled in the thick goo and her swampy cuntal smell. Her big, stiff-nippled tits molded into fantastic globes of clinging lust. A thin sheen of sweat made the woman's flesh even smoother in his hands.
"Pleeeease, pleease suck me harder," Mary begged. "I'm just starting to cum!”
Bob grabbed her by the hips. His thumbs dug into her buttocks, and his fingers bruised the soft roundness of her lower belly. He pulled her cunt into his face, trying to stuff his whole head clear to the secret depths of her womb. His hips rocked and Mary exploded.
Her long fingernails clawed into his wrists. Mary shook with racking bursts of orgasmic release. Her feet pounded against his shoulder blades, forcing her cunt against Bob's face.
Bob had to rock back on his heels. Mary curved her back, bringing her shoulders off the ground. Her asscleft flexed and tightened on his throat. She rolled back down, her titties quivering. Huge, pounding waves of intense cumming exploded from Mary's clenching sphincters to every part of her body.
Mary gasped and sobbed. Her hips opened to absorb the power of Bob's head-fuck. She forced her cunt uphill, mashing the tender labia against Bob's face.
Bob kept licking and sucking at her juicy flesh until Mary collapsed. When her clawing fingers loosened on his wrists, he laid her down on the ground next to his trailer. He fingered the still-clenching mouth of her pussy and watched her writhe in the moonlight until the pain in his balls faded.
Chapter 2
Kathy Andrews stared at the impassioned couple. Mary's lascivious motions and Bob's oral attack on the short, curvy woman amazed her. A funny feeling started to build up in her pussy.
Kathy stood, bent from the waist. She watched Bob Williams' face dive against Mary's pussy until the capricious breeze flipped her short denim skirt up, baring her garter-crossed little buttocks. She pushed it back down, but the wind chilled her blonde-tufted cunny. Kathy felt a moist tingle in her pussy, and put her hands through the opening in the front of her wraparound skirt.
The little blonde girl hadn't touched her pussy in years. Her dead mother had told her it was bad when Kathy was little more than an infant, so the girl had only recently begun to check the growth of her flossy pubic hair.
I'm just going to keep the cold out while I watch them, Kathy told herself. That can't be wrong.
Her dark stocking tops and an inch of black garter showed behind. The little skirt flapped occasionally in the wind. Her fingertips were visible, if anyone had been watching.
I wonder if my titties are going to get as big as Mary's. She's only about an inch taller than me, but she's a lot bigger all over. She usually dresses kind of fat, but she sure doesn't look that heavy with her clothes off!
Kathy imagined Bob Williams licking at her own pussy. Her early upbringing told her that it was disgusting, but Mary Jackson was obviously enjoying it. Her fingers moved a tiny bit on her pussy.
Even with the wind coolly caressing her naked buttocks, Kathy felt a strange warmth growing in her loins. She had started by trying to warm her pussy, but now her pussy warmed her hands.