When she rose up, Heidi face glowed with pulsating warmth. Her breasts throbbed, the nipples burning passionately. "Do you want me to start?" she asked, waiting for his head to nod.
"Yes!"
Heidi clasped her fingers around his slim waist and began licking his nipples clean of jam. Her raspy tongue rubbed his tender brown ends, which was a wondrous new sensation for her. She licked and licked, hearing his groans of ecstasy and her own breasts rippled with excitement at the sounds of his excitement. She could barely wait for her turn!
Bert wanted to fuck, had to fuck! He wasn't through with his sexpot stewardess, not by a long shot, but his cock needed the warm, wet passion of a woman. He pushed her down by the shoulders, so her sticky lips hovered at the rigid spear of manhood.
"Now lick my dick," be said coarsely. "Lick the jam off my cock and suck my nuts!"
Heidi flinched under the strong guidance of his hands, but her face did not move away from his cock, which flickered devilishly at her mouth. Bert closed his eyes, pressed his hands around her cheeks and brought her open mouth down on his shaft. His balls almost discharged as woman's warm, soothing lips slid along the blood engorged length of his cock. He pushed the bullet-shaped head through the wet ring of flesh and along the rippled roof of Heidi's mouth. Then she closed against his foreskin, tongue slurping wildly and Bert relaxed.
"Gooood!" he groaned. His fingers crept up along her ears and down along her eyebrows and along the thin ridge of her nose. A pretty face, young and vigorous. Touching Heidi made him think of the lonely swimmer in the pool. The mystery woman, thought Bert. If only she knew how deeply her morning swim had changed his life. His hips lurched forward and he gripped Heidi's face to stop the luxurious warmth of her sucking mouth from taking his seed. Tilting her face at a slight angle, he stroked the warm hollow of the girl's mouth, easing his excited flesh through the ring of wet lips and across the raspy goodness of her tongue. Her even, pearly white teeth raked gently across the foreskin with a teasing innocence, a quality he found most appealing in Heidi.
"Stand up, Heidi," he said softly.
A thin strand of spit attached Heidi's lips to his penis, then it broke, slapping against her chin, and it was over.
Quietly, she rose up, his thin rat-like smile greeting her flushed face; there was more, much more, only Heidi didn't know what to expect. And she knew better than to ask.
"Grab the chair," Bert said. In the corner, near the window, was a French provincial antique, with thin spindly legs, a raised-cushioned seat and hand-carved chair arms.
The girl stood next to the antique and put her hands on the back. It was a pretty shot, but he wasn't taking pictures and it wasn't exactly what he had in mind.
"No, the arms," Bert instructed. Moving in to demonstrate, he placed both arms on the chair and stretched out, his legs spread out and his back straight, parallel with the floor.
"What are you going to do?" a puzzled, passionate Heidi asked. She gripped the chair arms, wrapping her fingers around the carved ends. Heidi held on tight, breathing deeply. Suddenly Bert's body was underneath her, his lips pulled back in a sneer. His hands came up the inside of Heidi's calves and she shuddered as he went higher up her leg to her thigh and finally the parted halves of her butt. His distorted face moved closer until his sweet, hot breath flared her nostrils. Her breasts hung straight down like overfilled water gourds. To these sensuous globes, Bert brought his tongue, licking and sucking her jam-covered ends.
"Hmmmmm!" groaned Heidi.
His tongue was glued, tight to her nipples like a leech. The raspy end teased her pouty flesh; teased and then inflamed her breasts which swelled with longing and desire. Rocking back and forth, Heidi was in heaven. The fingers that gently peeled back her buttocks cheeks did not disturb her; that Bert's mouth could plunge her to depths of passion never experienced before was startling. Her ears perked at the sound of lips slurping and sucking. Her nipples were like tightly wound spools of thread that suddenly went spinning free. She rocked on her heels, eyes shut tightly wondering what would happen next.
Then the thrill struck home. Her eyes snapped open and she looked down between her pendulous breasts at the floor. Bert was not there; he was behind her, his fingers dipping into the hot jam, smearing goop in between her butt cheeks.
"Don't get any ideas," he snapped, slapping in the stuff.
She didn't understand. Her asshole and buttocks were covered with the goop yet Bert continued to ply the vicious substance into the hairy crease of her butt and down through her triangular wedge. His fingers probed, explored… experimented.
Heidi didn't want to believe this was happening, that her loins were being greased like a car's front end. Yet that was happening! Bert's hands toyed with her asshole, smearing and massaging her crease. Her knees were weak and rubbery; the sex was no longer wild and impetuous. Heidi realized that in a flash. From the minute Bert had entered the bathroom and she had spotted that strange, evil look in his eye, she had known what the bastard wanted. Heidi tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat.
"Say something?" Bert asked, rubbing her inflated cunt lips. He teased her bulging clitoris with a swipe of a fingertip that sent an electric shower exploding through her wire-tight nervous system.
He had Heidi positioned just the way a woman of her high-spirited ways should be: legs out, ass cheeks spread, pussy hot and ready. He ran a finger through her cunt and relished the trembling response he got.
He bent closer, rubbing his nose down her back as his hands stroked the girl's mushy twat. She twitched her hips, afraid to move, revolted at what he was doing. "No, please," she began, her trembling legs showing the fear and dread that had come at her out of nowhere.
It was too late for turning back and in a quick sideways movement, Bert was underneath again; only his face was inches from her pussy, his tongue driving into her cooze like a knife into an arrow. Heidi's hips snapped together as her spread legs moved upward. Bert grabbed her tight and jammed his tongue into her cooze, licking and eating and sucking until her twat lips fluttered and she was oozing cunt juice onto his raspy tongue.
"Aaaaiiieeee!" Heidi screamed. Her nerve sheath rippled along the channel walls of her cunt. Her butt was being pulled downward against the soft, pulpy tongue. It was like a cock jammed into her cunt, but softer and warmer. He wiggled like an eel; a shimmying, passionate thing that made her vagina spasm a thousand different ways.
Despite herself, Heidi wiggled down and felt another freaky spasm of pleasure ripple from her cunt. It was so good, she never wanted Bert to stop. Not ever! His tongue was so deliciously warm lapping her pussy. He went at it like a dog which was a terrible thing to think about but it was true. His mouth was glued to her crotch and his tongue was licking the goo off her pussy just like a dog licks the snatch of a bitch in heat. He even made gurgling noises in his throat that sounded like a growl and his nose snorted angrily as he sniffed her wet crotch.
"Bert!" she shouted. The icy chills racing up her spine were like nothing she had ever experienced. It was almost perverted the way he ate her. No man had ever grabbed her by the ass and jammed her crack full of tongue before. Several times man had tried to make up for their sexual inadequacies by pulling some funny stuff, but she hadn't permitted it. But there was no saying no to Bert. Her breasts tingled from the suction of his lips and the lash of his tongue. And now he thrilled her vagina.
"Bert!" she said.
He looked up, his bony face smeared with jam, and cunt juice. "Stop what, darling?"