"Oh, Babe, Babe," he murmured, his choking voice muffled by her steaming flesh. Holding her close, he burrowed his nose into the moist fabric of her bikini.
Trembling with excitement, Monica planted her hands firmly on Scott's broad shoulders. She arched her back, pushing her pelvis forward, offering herself to him completely. Quickly, she widened her stance, opening her body to him. She closed her eyes, feeling his face against her. "God, oh, God!" she moaned through clenched teeth. "I'm horny, sore with horniness. Make me feel good, Babe. Make me!"
Scott pulled back slightly to look at her open crotch, the wet panties snuggling against her cunt. It was the most exciting thing he had ever seen, so exciting that all he could do was moan like an animal in high heat.
His moans grew even louder as he held her gently by the hips and began to lick and kiss his way along her inner thighs, his head moving down and in between her milky skinned legs. His tongue moved closer and closer to the warm, moist fabric of her bikini.
"Oooooooh! Yeeeeeeeees!" she hissed as he began to suck her juices through the body warmed panties.
Scott could hardly believe how wonderful the liquids from her pussy were. As he sucked, his mouth was flooded with their earthy sweetness, and she kept pushing against him, massaging his face with her moist, hotly alive crotch, her satiny thighs burning against him, rubbing him, turning him into a madman.
"Oh, Christ, how good you taste!" he groaned, raising his face to her and licking his trembling lips. His cheeks were shining with her wetness.
Quickly, he remolded his open mouth to her fabric covered crotch, and she cried aloud as he poured his warm saliva onto her warm panties, making them wetter than they had been before. Then he was sucking again, making wet, slurping noises, loud, insistent, demanding all she had to give. He spilled more and more of his hot spittle into her, and then drank it up again. All the time, Monica was pushing her sopping pussy into his face and moaning wildly, as though she had taken leave of her mind.
Scott left off sucking her only when his jaws ached so intensely he could stand it no longer. Slowly, his hands playing over her body, he got to his feet. He kissed her hungrily, and she could taste the flavor of her own cunt on his lips. "Oh, Baby, Baby," she moaned, "Suck my tits now. Bite my nipples. Pleeeeeeease."
"Yes, oh, yes, I'll suck them, Honey. I'll suck like a baby." He took her twin breasts into his hands and lifted them, gazing at them lovingly, hungrily. Their hard, pinkish nipples stood erect on the white cones, and his mouth was watering again, just as it had done when he sucked her throbbing cunt. He rubbed her nipples between his thumbs and fingers, and soon she was groaning again, tossing her head about passionately, her blonde hair wreathing it like a halo.
"God, I never saw tits so beautiful," he murmured. "They're perfect, absolutely perfect."
"Suck them! Suck them for me, pleeeeeeeeeease," she pleaded, her voice breaking with raw passion. She quivered from head to toe, pressing her wet groin against the front of his pants, feeling the hardness of his erection and desiring it more than she had ever wanted anything before in her life.
Scott ignored her cries and went on fondling her large breasts, staring at them constantly with hungry eyes. Then, after what seemed forever, he opened his lips wide and lowered his lace gently to her breasts. Teasingly, he licked at one nipple with just the very tip of his tongue. He opened his mouth wider, and then filled it with the softness of her flesh. He sucked greedily, his hand fondling her other breast, keeping it instantly ready for his lips.
He sucked and lashed the nipple until the sounds of Monica's groaning reached climatic proportions. Then he took the nipple from his mouth and stared at it again, just as lovingly as before.
"Shall I take your bikini off now?" Scott whispered, looking up into her passion clouded eyes.
"Yes, yeeeeeeeeeeees, anything." Then a new glimmer shown in her eyes, and a sensuous smile curled her lips. "No! Wait! You promised that if I stripped for you, you'd do the same for me. I almost forgot."
"Aw, Christ, Monica, I'm so horny I'm leaking cum right now. Some other time, okay?"
She shook her head insistently. "No, now, now. I want you to strip for me now. That's what women's lib is all about." Resolutely, she plopped herself down on the sofa. "Why don't you put a record on?" she asked, grinning at him as she teased him.
"All right, by God, I will. If I'm gonna strip for you, I'll make it a real show."
One after another, Scott kicked off his shoes, his lewd movements never stopping as he did so. He dropped them to the floor and danced on. Starting with the top button of his shirt, he began opening the front of it, revealing more and more of his hairy, muscular chest.
Monica caught her breath, just as she had done the first time she had seen all that dark fur. She was too overwhelmed to shout any more, and the swinging show had only begun.
Scott peeled back the halves of his shirt so that she could see the brown circles of his small nipples crowning the blocky muscles of his pectorals, and then shook his shoulders to let the flimsy fabric drop down his long arms. He worked it off over his thick wrists, and his shirt hung like a short skirt. Slowly, rotating his hips in time to the music, he pulled the tails of his silky shirt up and dropped it to the floor.
Immediately, his fingers went to his beltline. He looked at Monica, his eyes hooded seductively. A strange thrill of excitement went through him. He was changing roles with her again, just as he had done when he ate the banana out of her dripping pussy. There was something so excitingly perverted about his experiences with this blonde woman, each one a new and undreamed of adventure.
"Yeeeeeeees!" Monica hissed, her voice low and dreamlike. "Open your pants. Take them off. Let me see what you've got in there!" Her fingers moved lewdly up her inner thighs, and she started to massage her sopping wet slit through the fabric of her already soaked bikini panties.
Scott's fingers flew over the fastening on his belt, and then he opened his zipper, moving the slide down its track slowly, enticingly, stopping frequently to go on with his salacious dance, teasing the woman, causing her fingers to press more insistently on the filmy fabric of her crotch.
He opened a wide vee in the front of his pants, revealing first his dense thatch of dark hair and then the thick root of his huge, completely erect cock. With one, quick thrust, he pushed his slacks down his muscle corded legs and kicked them aside. His erection snapped up to slap against his flat lower belly and then stood out, quivering with readiness. A large drop of clear precum glistened at his slit, and Monica licked her lips excitedly, her gaze focused on it. Through flaring nostrils, she took in the overpowering scent of his manly crotch, and the saliva dripped from the corner of her half open mouth. She had to have it. She had to eat his cock, just as he had suckled at her flamingly hot crotch a few moments before. Monica twisted about lewdly on the couch, totally overcome with burning lust.
Scott stopped dancing. He looked at her, a salacious grin twisting his full, sensuous lips. "We each have one thing left to take off," he whispered. Monica could scarcely hear his voice over the blaring of the music. She nodded wordlessly, her gaze still riveted to his throbbing, jerking erection.
"I'll take off my socks, and you slip down your panties," Scott ordered.
Quickly, before Scott could move toward her, she fell to her knees before him, her mouth open wide. It was wonderfully clear what she wanted. Scott took a step forward, his huge, thick penis jutting out before him. Monica grabbed him around the hips like a mad woman and capped his shining, wet glans with her hot, sensuous lips.