I eat her out

“No, you’ve been deprived—it wouldn’t be right for me to be the one to cum,” I say firmly. “Plus, I really want to eat that wet little pussy. I want to taste you.”

Julie trembles. “My husband never—he never—” Her voice breaks. After a moment she says, “Let’s go someplace more comfortable.”

She leads me to the living room and sits down on the couch. She spreads her legs and I stand between them. Just before I kneel, I realize I can see a line of light. A door is open. The line is interrupted and I see an eye; then the door opens more and Dayna shifts herself into the gap to watch. Julie is oblivious.

I kneel down, smirking inside at the thought of having an audience. I lick Julie’s wet pink slit from hole to post, enjoying her flavor; she tastes as good as she smells. “You have a beautiful, delectable little pussy, Julie,” I tell her. She moans. I lick up and down her lips. I swirl my tongue around her clit. I push two fingers into her hot, wet box. She’s far from the tightest I’ve ever felt (or even today), but she’s plenty tight enough. I corkscrew her cunt and suckle her clit like a nipple.

Julie’s moans get louder and higher. She leans her head back on the couch and rolls it back and forth. I pull up with my arm, maximizing the friction on her G-spot as I fingerfuck her. I stop suckling her pearl and just suck hard, lashing it with my tongue and pulling on it with my head. I start humming the bass riff to “The Chain.” “Aaah—aaaahhhh—aaaaahhhh—aaaaaahhhhhhh—” she gasps, then bucks her hips hard into my face and shrieks like an angry falcon. I pull my fingers out of her cunt and lock my lips over her wet little hole, guzzling eagerly—both for my pleasure and so the couch doesn’t smell like pussy (too much, anyway).

When Julie settles back down, I probe her hole with my tongue. I wiggle and flex it. Her moans start rising again. I put a thumb on her clit and rub it. At first I go slowly, but the faster I go, the more she seems to like it. Before long, I’m wondering how long I can keep it up.

To my relief, her body chooses that moment to erupt again. She shrieks even louder this time. She floods my mouth with her girl-cum; I can’t swallow quite fast enough. I keep rubbing her clit and tonguing her cunt, and she keeps cumming and cumming and cumming.

At last I stand up and look down at Julie. She’s sprawled bonelessly on the couch looking dazed. I look back up, at Dayna. She grins at me and gives me two thumbs up. I wink at her. She winks back and noiselessly closes her door.

I look back down at Julie. “I’m going to go into your kitchen and clean my face,” I tell her. “I’d suggest you clean yourself up before your husband gets home. If he finds you like this, you might find it hard to explain.”

She looks back at me, and I can see her visibly working to pull her eyes back into focus. “Come again soon, when we have more time,” she murmurs.

“I’m sure I will,” I tell her.