The taste of her tart juices filled my mouth and I sucked the slippery folds between my teeth, nibbling their soft flesh as my tongue slithered in and out of the pulsating orifice.
I sensed Wilma behind me before I felt her soft lips on my back, trailing wet kisses downward until her mouth was pressing my buttocks, caressing and warm. Her hands parted the cheeks of my ass and she licked slowly through the anal crevice until her tongue was jabbing the striated circle of my asshole.
I arched my waist and shoved my rear up and back, inviting the thrust of that hot wet tongue, forcing my sphincter to relax as she pressed her greedy mouth more firmly about the anal opening. Then I was groaning my pleasure into Kitty's flexing pussy as the tongue bored through the constricted tissue and wriggled its tip inside the nerve-laced canal.
My own tongue danced inside Kitty's undulating vagina and I gulped the intoxicating juices my oral caresses extracted from that grinding sleeve. Her thighs clamped my ears, but I could still hear her frantic cries as she worked her way toward a spasming climax by rotating that delicious cunt against my busily sucking mouth.
Wilma's tongue fluttered and pistoned in my bottom, stroking through the sensitive lips with determined and knowing thrusts. Her mouth tightened its wet contact and I felt the indescribable ecstasy as she sucked me, knotting my guts with the ecstasy of that combined friction and hot vacuum.
Then, almost too quick for me to interpret the movement, she withdrew her probing tongue and shoved her extraordinary cunt against my tail. I felt the sweet hot thrill of entry as she inserted that miniature penis into the saliva slickened circle and shoved her clitoris up my ass.
Wilma's arms went about my waist and one hand wrapped warm fingers about my stiffening cock, stroking it in time with the slide of her engorged clit in and out of my clenching anus. Had she been any larger, the frictioning would have been almost painful, for she was hunching with a savagery that banged her soft belly against my buttocks and pressed the wet, rubbery lips of her cunt against my dangling balls. I flexed my sphincter about the driving clit, squeezing the delicate organ until she groaned with the pressure, her fist frigging my tool with steady pumping.
I was busily licking Kitty's deliciously flowing cunt, nibbling at her love bud and sucking the entire cuntal opening into my mouth, my hands clutching her writhing buttocks while she tugged at my hair, urging me to greater efforts as her pussy erupted in repeated climaxes.
Behind me, Wilma gave a gurgling gasp and shoved that throbbing finger into me as far as she could cram it. Instinctively, I squeezed and relaxed, squeezed and relaxed, adding to the ecstasy of her orgasm by the alternating pressure of my flexing anus about her engorged clit.
When I was certain her orgasmic shudders had ended, I forced myself free from Kitty's grip and pushed Wilma from her clinging position, feeling the softening clitoris slip from my ass with a slithering sensation. Tugging at her arm, I guided her until, she was seated beside Kitty, leaning over with her cheek resting on the girl's belly, her lips just above the silk-fringed slit.
Moving forward, I pressed the shaft of my cock against Kitty's juicy cunt, sliding the throbbing head upward and forward until it was claimed by Wilma's eager lips. She met the entering tip with flashing tongue, swirling the wet muscle about it before relaxing the barrier and letting me shove my rampant spear far back into her greedy mouth.
Her lips tightened and her cheeks hollowed, sucking me with a hunger that sent the hot thrills racing back through my balls as they rolled and rubbed through Kitty's slimy trench.
Four willing hands secured me, pressing my hardness and guiding it as I stroked in and out of Wilma's mouth, forcing the head of my prick over her tongue and sliding past the yielding softness of her palate.
She was an expert. Relaxing her throat, she took the head far back in that hot area where the tissues could grip it in slippery squeezings. Then, as I pulled it back, her tongue swirled and licked until I was groaning with the pleasure of her skillful mouthings.
Kitty was getting her share of the fun, for my cock was sliding back and forth over the delicate lips of her vagina, held tightly against them by their combined fingers.
"Suck it, baby!" I groaned, hunching faster. "I'm gonna shoot!"
Wilma's nasal whimper told me she was ready, but it was the increased suction that brought my semen spurting into her slurping mouth, caught by her flailing tongue before she gulped it down and drew my spitting cock far back in her throat where the convulsing muscles could drain the jerking hardness of the last delicious drop of thick sperm.
CHAPTER NINE
Friday afternoon found me crouched over my Underwood, tapping away at a colorful description of an oversexed old maid being thoroughly screwed by a well-hung Great Dane. As I typed, I could hear Kitty humming along with some fast-tempoed tune on the kitchen radio as she prepared dinner.
After the wild day and night with Wilma and her gigantic clitoris, we had limited our contact to a few kisses and one more hectic session in which she jacked me off while I licked her delightful cunt into a series of climaxes which left her weak and trembling.
The telephone jangled and she stuck her blonde head around the door to tell me someone named Jack wanted to talk with me.
"Loosen your jockstrap, buddy," Jack McPhail said after we had exchanged greetings. "Remember me telling you about Tammy?"
"Your nymphette cousin," I recalled. "What's the deal?"
"I can't shake Helen for a whole night," he explained. "But Tammy's agreed to meet us at six o'clock. We'll have a couple of hours. Can you make it?"
"Have you told her about me?" I demanded.
"I gave her a couple of your books, man," he laughed. "She's been climbing the wall ever since."
"I never like to disappoint a fan," I chuckled. I told him where we could meet and rang off. Then, giving Kitty a believable story to explain my mission, I showered and left off the usual shorts and undershirt as I donned a pair of slacks and a colorful sports shirt. If Tammy was as hot a number as Jack had indicated, I wanted to be ready for immediate action.
Jack's station wagon was waiting in the parking lot of the supermarket and he waved as I parked the Torino and hurried across to slide into the front seat beside a miniskirted bundle of voluptuous chocolate that wriggled itself against me with a flurry of bobbing breasts and sleek thighs. Her arms drew my face down and her moist lips sucked mine between them, a sweet-tasting tongue darting into my mouth to curve and twist until my cock responded by straining against the warmth of her caressing thigh.
Pulling out into the light traffic, Jack McPhail laughingly introduced us and Tammy let go of my tongue long enough to murmur a quick hello before clamping her mouth over mine again. One hand slipped down to explore my lap and squeeze the hardness she found there, her nostrils flaring with desire as she checked the length and thickness of my aroused cock. She tugged at my zipper, withdrawing her lips from mine.
"I gotta have some of that!" she whispered. "Right now!"
I grabbed her hand. "Hold it! You can wait a few minutes! People can see in here!"
"Fuck the people!" she groaned, leaning over to burrow her face in my crotch, nipping my cock through the trousers and blowing her moist warm breath against the pulsating head. I stifled a moan of desire.
"I warned you," Jack laughed. "This girl is cock crazy!"
Tammy caught one of my hands and guided it between those sleek dark thighs and my fingers felt the silk hairs of her hungry twat. Her hips lurched as I teased the damp lips, slowly insinuating one finger into the spasming lips and wiggling it about inside the churning vagina. Her mouth opened wide and covered the outlined head of my cock; trying to suck it through the cloth of my slacks.