A Taste

The evening air hung thick and humid, heavy with the scent of blooming night jasmine from the garden mixed with the faint chlorine tang of the hot tub. Raven sauntered through the gate like pure sin incarnate, her hips rolling with predatory grace. The silky purple wrap whispered to the ground, revealing her pale gothic body in explicit detail. Her heavy, pendulous breasts swayed heavily with each step, soft flesh jiggling, dark pierced nipples stiff and glistening under the patio lights. The silver chains between her cleavage caught the light with every breath, drawing the eye down to her smooth, puffy pussy lips already visibly slick and swollen, her arousal catching the light in thin, glossy strands.

“Strip. Both of you,” she commanded, voice husky and low. “I want to smell how turned on you both are already.”

Cheri and I obeyed instantly, clothes discarded in a frantic pile. The warm night air kissed my skin as my thick, heavy cock swung free, already thickening and twitching. We climbed into the bubbling hot tub, the water scalding hot against our bodies in delicious contrast to the cooler evening breeze that hardened every nipple instantly.

Raven claimed the center again, pressing her voluptuous, silky-smooth body between us. The heat of her skin was electric. Her left hand wrapped firmly around my massive cock underwater, her palm hot and slick as she stroked me with slow, twisting pumps. The feeling of her silver rings gliding along my veined shaft made me groan. At the same time, she pulled Cheri close, mashing their breasts together so their nipples dragged and rubbed—Cheri’s puffy pink ones against Raven’s darker, pierced ones. The wet, slippery friction was audible even over the jets.

Raven kissed Cheri first—deep, messy, and filthy. The wet sounds of their tongues sliding and sucking filled the air, mixed with soft, breathy moans. I could smell Cheri’s familiar sweet arousal mixing with Raven’s darker, spicier scent. Raven broke the kiss with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting their lips, then turned and devoured my mouth. Her tongue was aggressive, tasting faintly of cherries and sin as she jerked my throbbing cock faster, thumb swirling over the leaking slit, spreading my precum.

She alternated constantly—kissing Cheri with sloppy hunger while stroking me, then claiming my mouth while her other hand teased between Cheri’s thighs underwater. The hot tub water swirled around our bodies, bubbles teasing sensitive skin as the scent of arousal grew thicker in the steam.

When we finally climbed out, water streaming down naked bodies, the night air felt cool against our overheated skin. Raven led us to the oversized outdoor sectional, her ass cheeks jiggling softly with every step, a thin trail of her arousal glistening down her inner thigh.

She lounged back, thighs spread obscenely, two fingers buried knuckle-deep in her dripping cunt, making wet, squelching sounds as she slowly fucked herself. “Fuck your wife for me. I want to hear every sloppy sound.”

Cheri pulled me down, her body trembling and radiating heat. I laid her on her back and spread her thick, juicy thighs wide, exposing her soaked pussy completely. Her inner lips were swollen and dark pink, coated in thick, stringy arousal that stretched as her hole clenched visibly with need. The musky-sweet scent of her cunt filled my nostrils.

I dove in, burying my face between her legs. My tongue speared deep into her scorching velvet channel, tasting her tangy-sweet juices as they flooded my mouth. I fucked her with long, wet strokes while my nose ground hard against her throbbing clit. Cheri cried out sharply, hips bucking, her fingers yanking my hair. The taste of her was intoxicating.

Raven shifted closer, her heavy tits brushing Cheri’s side. “Eat that married pussy like you mean it,” she purred before capturing Cheri’s mouth in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. The wet smacking of their tongues was loud and obscene. Raven’s hand reached down and roughly pinched one of Cheri’s fat nipples, twisting it before she leaned down and sucked the stiff peak into her hot mouth. The wet sucking sounds mixed with Cheri’s muffled moans as Raven bit down, teeth sinking into sensitive flesh, pulling until the nipple stretched.

I added three thick fingers, stretching Cheri’s tight cunt open with a wet squelch. I curled them brutally against her G-spot while my tongue lashed and sucked her swollen clit. Cheri exploded—her thighs clamping my head as she squirted powerful, hot jets of girl-cum straight into my mouth and across my beard. The taste was sweet and sharp, flooding my tongue as her pussy clenched and pulsed around my fingers. Raven kept sucking and biting her nipples through the orgasm, leaving red bite marks on the soft, heavy flesh.

I rose up, my massive cock angry, veined, and dripping. In one savage thrust I buried all nine thick inches balls-deep into Cheri’s spasming, squirting cunt. The wet schlick was loud and filthy as her juices splattered against my pelvis. I started pounding her with deep, brutal strokes, my heavy balls slapping loudly against her ass, the sound wet and rhythmic.

Raven alternated with wicked precision. She made out with Cheri messily, tongues sliding and sucking, spit dripping down chins, while I railed her. Then she turned and kissed me just as filthily, her tongue tasting of both women while my cock pistoned in and out of my wife. She sucked and bit Cheri’s bouncing tits relentlessly—pulling one fat nipple deep, biting hard enough to make Cheri cry out, then switching, leaving glistening spit, teeth marks, and red hickeys all over those big, beautiful breasts.

“Harder, Manny. Ruin her fucking hole,” Raven growled, voice thick with lust.

I folded Cheri into a deep mating press, slamming down into her soaked pussy. The wet sounds were pornographic—her cunt frothing white around my thick shaft. Her big tits bounced wildly with every impact. Raven sucked harder on them, moaning as she bit and tugged the sensitive nipples.

We switched again. Cheri rode me reverse cowgirl, her fat, juicy ass bouncing hypnotically, rippling with every slam down my cock. The wet squelching was constant as her creamy juices coated my balls and ran in rivulets down my thighs. Raven knelt behind her, kissing Cheri’s neck, then turning her head for another deep, spit-swapping makeout while mauling and sucking her marked-up tits.

Cheri came again violently, squirting down my shaft in powerful, messy sprays that soaked my pelvis and the cushions, the hot liquid splattering audibly.

I flipped her onto all fours facing Raven. Gripping her wide hips, I slammed back inside her from behind like a beast. The plap-plap-plap of my hips against her ass echoed as my heavy balls slapped her clit. Raven knelt in front, making out with Cheri sloppily—tongues fucking, spit dripping down onto those swinging, red-marked tits—while sucking and biting them with raw hunger.

The pressure became unbearable. My balls drew up tight.

“I’m gonna cum,” I groaned.

Raven pulled back, eyes gleaming. “Pull out and cover those fat fucking tits, Manny. Paint your wife.”

I yanked out, stroking my juice-slick cock furiously. Cheri turned onto her back and pushed her massive, marked breasts together. With a primal roar I erupted—thick, powerful ropes of hot, white cum blasted across her tits in heavy, pulsing spurts. Rope after rope painted her cleavage, splattered her stiff nipples, and coated the soft flesh until her entire chest was glazed and dripping with my thick seed, strings slowly running down her ribs.

Raven leaned down immediately. Her hot tongue dragged slowly through the mess, licking long, sensual stripes across Cheri’s cum-covered tits. She moaned loudly at the taste, sucking one cum-glazed nipple deep into her mouth, cleaning it thoroughly before moving to the other. Once her tongue was coated in my load, Raven crawled up and kissed Cheri deeply—sharing the warm, salty cum between them in a long, sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues swirled filthily, swapping my seed as thick strings of cum and saliva stretched and broke between their lips. Some dripped down their chins onto their pressed-together breasts.

They made out like that for a long, sensual minute, moaning softly, the wet sounds and musky scent of sex hanging heavy in the night air.

We eventually cleaned up the absolutely drenched sectional and our sticky, cum-and-squirt-soaked bodies with warm towels, exchanging heated glances, soft caresses, and lingering kisses the entire time. Raven left with one final filthy promise whispered hotly: “Tomorrow night, I’m pushing even further.”