Anna Marie took her place on the centre of the bed and Mrs. Boor undid her pants. She fingered her wet panties and licked her through it, driving Anna Marie wilder. “Oh my God! Ooohhh…goodness.” She moaned sweetly as her female boss licked her through her panties. Mrs. Boor inserted two fingers inside her and the young woman moaned even louder. Mr. Boor was practically salivating. She wanted to lick the babysitter’s cunt as well, remembering what she tastes like. Instead, he watched the two women, his wife’s ass winking at him invitingly.
He watched as her wife touched Anna Marie’s peach-like breasts and he felt himself bulging inside his pants. He unbuttoned his khaki shorts and released his now glistening member and held it tight. Damn all women!
His wife removed the barrier between her and the babysitter’s cunt and placed her legs on her shoulders. Her tongue moved slowly at first, testing her. Anna Marie groaned and moaned and arched her back as his wife tongue-fucked her to perfection. Mrs. Boor imagined how she liked to be licked-firmly and slowly and without hurry.
He went towards her wife, and gripped her ass. He knew he loves it when he licks her from under. He positioned her head so that her cunt was above his mouth and he started using the tip of his tongue to tickle her pussy. “Oh, babe…” was all that she was able to say and her juices mingled with his saliva. Her wife smelled like cinnamon down there-like pumpkin pie. He licked her again and again until she was moving her hips like crazy. Before she even get a chance to climax, he stood up and gripped her ass again, this time massaging it gently, prepping it for some serious fucking.
He moved his cock gently inside her, taking some time to warm her up. He knew she was dripping wet and ready for him, but his wife is a bit sensitive and he didn’t want to hurt her. She was moaning again as his cockhead found her entrance and slid almost effortlessly inside her. His wife was on all fours and he was able to pull in and out of her while standing.
Anna Marie was in so much frenzy now as his wife licked her full force. She moved her hips to meet his thrusts and he fingered her clit to increase the sensations. The three of them were linked together in the most intimate way. He pushed in and out of his wife’s pussy, thinking about doing this again and again and again…
Vicky Wants More
Vicky Morris had always considered herself sort of a prude when it comes to the opposite sex. She was twenty-one years old but had never had an official boyfriend. Well, there were the boys she made out and petted heavily with-and sometimes went to bed with-in parties where she had too much to drink and stuff, but she didn’t think those counted. All those boys were simply after her body, which she had to admit was pretty spectacular for a prude.
She was of medium height, not too tall that boys would feel like midgets next to her but not too short either that boys would feel like they were with a midget next to her. Her hair ran past her shoulders and up to her elbows. She had dark-brown hair, something she used to consider a blessing because it made her stand out among a sea of blondes in high school. Now that she was in college, though, her hair had become sort of like a curse. There were too many brunettes at the college she attended. She felt like she looked like everyone else, and that wasn’t a good thing for someone who was intent on snagging a boy and a college romance at that. She had thought about dyeing her hair blonde but thought against it. She just didn’t have enough guts.
Vicky’s hair may be plain, but her body was far from plain. She was built like an hourglass: shoulders and hips in matching width, waist as curvy and tiny as a waist can be, boobs not too big like Leslie Taint’s-the campus crush-but upright and perky enough to attract the needed male attention. Her tush was firm and toned, but in terms of size, it was an ordinary-looking tush.
She knew she had the looks. Her friends had been telling her so. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe them. She knew enough when she looked in the mirror that she was more attractive than most girls she saw. Her beauty wasn’t the type that would make heads turn. Her beauty was the type that would make one take a second look and then another before the looker would realize they were looking at something spectacular. Vicky wore glasses, something she figured concealed her looks some more. She didn’t mind, though. She had the worst eyesight, and contact lenses irritated her. It was glasses for Vicky Morris. While she thought her spectacles put a damper on her looks, the boys thought the opposite. A chick in glasses was hot for most members of the opposite sex. In the days that followed, Vicky mused her eyeglasses may have had something to do with the events that took place between her and Mr. Russell.