I want you

Marcia embraces you from behind as you rest, feeling all floaty from the hot, screaming orgasm she licked out of you. Her soft breasts press deliciously against your back, and her satin panties rest against your naked buttocks. You just want to lie there spooning in perfect bliss, but Marcia seems to think you want to get up and go again. Her breath is fast and hot, and you can feel her body quiver against yours.

"What do you want, John?" she whispers feverishly. "I'd love to see you get fucked. It would be a shame if you came to an orgy and missed getting a good drilling." She presses her pelvis rhythmically against your butt as if she was going to do the drilling right now.

Your lust stirs idly, though you really don't feel like moving. Perhaps that black stud Martin? He didn't seem fully engaged. Or maybe Marcia could peel Gordon off of Melissa, he seemed to be just cuddling while she soaked up pussy-licks from Mark and Anita. You wonder if Marcia could give you a comparative recommendation. You slide your shoulders lazily round, far enough to turn your head and see her face. "Who's good?" you ask.

"A girl likes a little variety," Marcia says, biting her lip and looking aside. Is she shy about the fellows for some reason? "But I have to confess that Dan really is the best. So just say the word and I'll pop that little tart Melanie right off his cock and bring him here for you."

You peek over at the twentyish blonde riding Dan's cock. Melanie has her head tilted back at a sensual angle, and she's rising up and down and circling her hips, really working Dan's cock around inside her. It does look like he's got a nice thick one. And those balls look big enough to have made Marcia a mommy thrice over in one shot. Though you think she only has two.

"Dan looks a little busy," you say.

"He's got a thing for young ladies in glasses," she says, "So Melanie is quite his slice of cake. But it's our anniversary, so he'll mind me." She flashes a burnished bracelet with an intricate Greek design. "Copper. I got some nice sauce pans too."

You look at Marcia in surprise. "Isn't copper the seventh?" you ask. "You would have been..."

"Eighteen," Marcia said. "He was my maths teacher. There was a big row at home and I didn't know who else to turn to. My mum was going to put me out on the street after she caught me plowing my music teacher's bush with my tongue. And she was a nun, so you can imagine the stink. Mr. Wooley seemed a nice enough bloke and after I poured out my troubles I knew he had a soft spot for me. So I stole him off his soppy wife and married him. Out of fear, I have to say, but I stayed for love. Took a business certificate. Job. Kids. And here we are having our seventh anniversary. And I love the old lech, even if he can't keep his eyes off the little birds."

Something in Marcia's story stirs your desire again. "How about you? Are you a birdwatcher too?" you ask.

"I've been watching you," she says. "But yes, sometimes Dan and I sit in the park together and watch the girls go by. Now and then it's more than looking. When Melanie hired in, I caught her giving me shy little looks over her glasses and I thought she was going to be great fun. But when I finally got her square little heels to roll up for me, she turned out to be a bit of a dud. Melissa feels differently, though. I'm sure I've smelt Melanie on her fingers a dozen times." She coughs. "Shall I let you alone, John? Are you all wrung out for now?"

You breathe in deeply, then let it out in a sigh and wriggle your body against Marcia's soft curves. You recall her earlier offer and toy with the notion of going home with Marcia and Dan after the party. Perhaps. But now...

"No, I know what I want," you say. "I want you."

You press your lips to Marcia's soft ones, kiss, and lick, tasting yourself on her. Marcia moans and digs her fingertips into your hair, kissing back, answering your tongue with hers. You climb atop, and she surrenders as you plunder her lips with yours, twist your fingers in her hair, and rock your body on hers. You slide your hands down, stroking her ears, her neck, gripping her shoulders, rubbing. She shifts in pleasure as you squeeze tightness into warmth and ripples of tingling waves. You stroke down her arms, then start again at her shoulders, down to her breasts, stroking, circling, finally cupping and gripping with a thumb to each nipple. Her nips swell and harden. You squeeze harder and she murmurs affirmatively. You wet your lower lip and circle it round each nipple. "Mmmmm," she hums approvingly. But you're in a hurry to discover the rest of her. You release her breasts and trace your lips down to her soft belly, her deep navel, and hook your fingertips into her broad elastic waistband.

You tug, and Marcia shifts her body, and in a trice she's as naked as you. You scent her arousal as her delta is exposed. Her mound of Venus stands out, a triangular pillow thick with coarse blonde hair. Her plump outer lips reveal nothing yet, only a touch of wetness in the deep fold between them.

"Let me open you," you say. Marcia spreads her legs, and you press your hands to her outer lips to part them. Inside she's shockingly pink and dripping wet, with narrow inner labia swollen a dusky red. Her clit is a hooded pink bean, small but active. You can see it twitching visibly. Then you breathe warmly on her vulva.

She whimpers. "Eat me, John," she pleads.

"Been a while?" you tease. You pause to admire her womanly beauties. "Who was the last woman to eat here?"

"Mmmlsiss," she gasps. Melissa? "On my birthday."

You bend down and take her with your mouth. She arches her back and presses up against you. You work your wet lips and tongue against her hot musky folds.

"Oh fuck," she says. "I so need this."

You keep at her, licking, sucking. Marcia's hips tremble now and again as you take her higher, bit by bit. She whimpers when your tongue strokes an especially sensitive fold or gully.

You feel someone settle down beside you as you lick away. A voice speaks softly by your ear. "May I suggest...?" it says. "Marcia really loves it if when she's about to come..."