Every guest was good

CHAPTER SIX

Barbara jerked her cunt up, and Nick flicked his tongue lightly at the soaking lips of her pussy, then slurped into her cunt-slot, spooning out the cunt-goo.

He rested his forehead against her plump blonde cunt-bush and lapped at her taut clit, then he snaked his tongue as far up her cunt hole as it would go.

He flailed and churned and lashed, and her pussy sucked on his tongue like a mouth being French-kissed. The hungry youth alternated, first sucking on her swollen clit, then sucking on her unfurled cuntlips.

He held her by the hips, twisting her groin around as he wallowed in her pussy. He stabbed in and ladled out a mouthful of cuntjuice. He tongued the goo out with his curled lapper and sucked more out with his mouth, working like a blowfish in her pussy.

He pulled back for a moment, to gaze adoringly at what he was eating, letting some cream run around on his tongue. His tongue soaked it up like a sponge. Sucking her pussy was making Nick so hot that his drool seemed to be sizzling as much as her cuntjuice.

His parted lips were plastered to her pussy like a suction cup on a clogged drain, mouthing the hairy lips as his lapper shot up her cunthole.

He was glugging and gurgling in her groin, adding sound effects that enhanced the pleasure for the peepers on the porch.

The Wellingtons were licking their chops as they slid together in a slow, sustained back-skuddle.

Anna laid her head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear: "Do you wish you were doing that, darling?"

He grunted a passionate affirmative.

"So do I!" Anna moaned. "I wish you could watch me eat her cunt, baby."

Richard groaned at the thought.

He loved to see his sexy wife eat pussy as much as he loved to eat cunt – and maybe more so!

They didn't really expect to get the chance.

But still – on a stormy night like this one, who could say what might develop.

Barbara was trying to hold back from cuming, loving his mouth on her cunt so much that she wanted to make it last for hours. But the girl was so hot and horny from having sucked him off that her climax was ready to crest.

The spillage from her cunthole was getting hotter and thicker and richer as her cuntjuice flooded from her fuckhole.

Nick's tongue seemed to axe into her pussy.

Her groin was so gooey by this time that it felt as if he were positioned face-down in a pool of quicksand.

He came up for air.

But her pussy kept on streaming and, not wanting to miss a single drop, he dove on her cunt again and began to wolf up the deluge.

His face was coated with cuntjuice from his chin to his cheekbones.

She mopped her pussy on his mouth, and he gulped like a glutton in her cunt-gash.

"Juice me, Barb! Cream me!" he panted. "Yeah – cumming!" she gasped. Her nubile body was shaking convulsively, vibrating with the joy of her orgasm. Her blood was boiling in her veins as every nerve-ending registered her climax. Her ass churned and her hips pumped in a fucking movement. She mashed her pussy wildly into his face.

Nick raised her up by her ass. His mouth was filled with her fuck fluids. He swallowed as she fed him another mouthful, drenching his tongue, smearing his lips, cuntjuice pouring down his gullet.

He was sucking her clit and cunt-slot together now, as she climaxed again and again.

Her clit seemed to go off like a blasting cap, setting off another explosion in the core of her seething pussy.

Barbara foamed off for a long time, and Nick relished every scrumptious drop.

He drained her pussy dry.

Barbara moaned and sprawled back, moving jerkily now, as she worked off the last sweet spasms of her joy.

His mouth stayed glued to her cunt for awhile, milking out the ebbing drops, sucking up the residue. Then he raised up, grinning like a glutton who had been well fed and was now sated.

She gazed down at him with a dreamy smile.

He raised up higher to show her how hard his prick was.

His cock was so taut again that he could have used it to break into a safe, and his balls felt as full as inflated water wings.

Barbara sighed. She had been well sucked, but she was as hot for a cuntful of hard cock as ever.

Nick started to mount her.

She slid away.

On a thrilling night like this one, fucking in the missionary position seemed sort of tame to the horny little vixen.

"Lie down, baby. I wanna sit on your prick and fuck myself silly!" she moaned.

Nick grinned and lay back along the couch, his cock standing up like a rocket.

Barbara bent down and lapped his balls, then his cock-knob.

She threw one knee across him and straddled his hips.

His cock towered up in front of her tummy. With his balls jammed in her crotch, the head of his long prick was brushing against the under slopes of her tits.

She looked down, seeing how high his cock reached up the outside of her torso and panting in anticipation of having his cock rammed up her cunt so deep.

She rolled her belly against his cock, then began to rise up. His cock slid against her tummy as she lifted up.

His cockhead was scraped by her cuntbush, spilling out some gooey pre-cum.

Then she rose up another inch, and his cock snapped back into her crotch.

Barbara had no idea that they were being observed as they prepared to fuck. But if she had, she could not have designed it better.

If Nick had mounted her, the Wellingtons would have only seen his pounding ass and swinging balls, but with Barbara on top, they could see all the juicy details.

The Wellingtons were very appreciative.