Birdwatcher’s Song · Part 2 (2/2)
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nnie and cupped her large breast, pressing his still-limp cock against her ample ass. She tensed her muscles, pinching it be- tween the smooth, firm cheeks. As the two of them continued eating Carolyn, he felt his cock begin to slowly grow as the warmth of Connie's ass filled him. She, too, was becoming aware of the stiffening prick between her cheeks as she began to make a slow, rubbing motion with her hips. Carolyn's lips and tongue at her cunt also enhanced her rhythm and Don knew her orgasm was not far off.
Connie reminded him of someone else he had once known and loved. They were much younger then, but Sue had had the same wide, ample body and the full, pendulous breasts that marked Connie so distinctively. They had met at a party and each had left their own date to slip away. Taken with the wildness of the moment, they had gone to his apartment and necked heavily until he slipped his hand inside her bra to feel her nipples. He winced in pleasure as he remembered the way she had grabbed his hand and pressed it hard against her warm flesh.
Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra even as she was pulling her sweater over her head and immediately kissed the huge nipples as they came tumbling into view. Sue's breasts hung low and pendulous, the tips crowned with dark brown aureolae and huge nipples that stood out like corks. He lifted one of her breasts with both hands and devoured it, sucking as much soft flesh into his mouth as he could hold.
As he licked and sucked her breasts, Sue's hands tentatively roamed to the waistband of his trousers and lingered there. Without leaving her breasts, he ran his right hand down her back and slipped it inside her slacks to feel the soft flesh of her ass. As he did, she expertly undid his belt and pulled down his zipper she grasped his raging cock at the same moment he found the wet folds of her pussy. As he frigged her wet hole, she pulled away and bent over to take his cock in her mouth to run her tongue the full length of the big vein swelling beneath it. Sue had always sucked his cock better than anyone in the world until he met Connie. It had been years since he had seen her, but he could still feel her lips and tongue urging the juices out of his balls.
He cold also remember her big, soft body as she loomed over him, rubbing her breasts all over his face and chest, her soft ass massaging his stomach and thighs until her pussy captured the head of his cock and drew its full length into her. Their relationship was based on lust, by their own design and desire. They put no bounds on their lust, except to honor the other's decision to say "No" to anything. As far as Don could remember, it was a word that neither of them ever used.
Carolyn's spasms told him she was coming again, and Connie was making tiny sounds as she glued her lips to the girl's clitoris. Don's cock had come to a full erection and pressed against the tender flesh inside of Connie's thighs. She opened her legs and let the head slip against her own wet cunt and reached down to stroke his balls with her finger-tips. They were wet and heavy as he pushed his cock far into her open pussy. A sudden intrusion of Carolyn's lips and tongue across Don's balls caused her to withdraw her fingers. Immediately, she felt Carolyn licking her pussy, tasting the heavy juices that Don's cock was forcing from her, and exciting her clitoris as the broad penis inside her stretched her vagina.
Don was on his knees now, seriously fucking Connie from behind, feeling the full mounds of her broad buttocks against his abdomen everytime he thrust into her. Carolyn was licking the two of them as they worked and he knew his third orgasm was shortly forthcoming as her tongue worked to send the thick, white juice up into his cock. It was better than even Sue had been. Despite Sue's fantasy to be ganged-fucked, they had never had anyone join them and Don did not even know whether Sue would have liked it or not. But Connie left no doubt. She was the perfect complement for him. He wondered what she would be like by herself, and then remembered the phenomenal blow-job she had given him in her apartment.
Just before he came, he slipped his cock out of her pussy and fucked it against her clit. Carolyn licked the dripping head as well as Connie's wet cunt as he began to come again. The come spurted out of him and across Connie's pubic hair. Carolyn caught most of it in her mouth and crawled up to kiss both of them deeply. Both Connie and Don tasted the mixture of male come and pussy juice in her mouth as they took turns spearing their ton- gues deeply inside her.
Connie half-woke as Carolyn kissed her goodbye and left the apartment. Don kissed her too and promised to let her sleep until he came back, and she lazily closed her eyes and let them go. The next time she woke, Don's naked body was sliding into bed beside her and he pressed warm and strong beside her. She wiggled her ass contentedly as he pressed up against her. Sighing, she went back to sleep. When she awoke again, the sun was shining brightly in the open window and Don was sucking one of her breasts. A cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice were on the bedstand.
"Good morning," she murmured and reached for the class of juice. Don beat her to it, though, and knelt beside her, his cock stiff and dark.
Taking his cock, he dipped it in the glass of orange juice and then presented it to her to suck clean. When she did, he repeated the exercise again and again until she held him still and sucked him vigorously.
"Not so fast!" he warned her. "I have limits, you know!"
She leaned back and laughed.
"Hand me my coffee," she told him. "And don't scald your dick in it, either!"
He chuckled and handed the cup to her.
"How was your trip last night?" she asked.
"To Carolyn's place? Fine. She likes you, she says. I just took a chance, actually. When I saw you watching us, I figured if she didn't like it, she could leave early. I didn't realize she was as into it as she is!"
"She seems nice, but I think I might be giving the wrong idea of myself," Connie said. "I'm actually a very conservative person. You just seem to bring out secrets that I thought no one could find! You seem to enjoy them so much, I guess it's O. K. But last night I got a little worried a couple of times."
Don kissed her.
"You're more than any man could ever hope to dream of!" he assured her. "You're probably the most exciting woman I've ever met."
Connie pinched his ribs playfully.
"That's why you call me so much!" she retorted. "I was beginning to think…well, I'm glad we caught each other tonight."
Don nodded and kissed her again.
"I'm sorry," he told her simply and slipped into bed beside her.
Connie put her coffee down very carefully and rolled toward him. Wordlessly, he slid his body on top of hers as she opened her thighs to him. His cock was already stiff and he slid it into her wet pussy without delay, sinking it in as far as it would go. He could feel the muscles of her vagina squeezing around it as he began to draw it out again. Her hands were firmly upon his ass, guiding his speed and pulling him into her as deeply as she could urge him.
They fucked slowly and deliberately, all concentration on the juncture of their bodies, he reveling in the smooth tightness of her pussy, and she in the plunging friction of his wide cock. He made little whimpering sounds as he came in her and she answered him with her own orgasm moments later. As his soft cock slipped out, she felt the mixture of their juices seep out of her and slide down into the crack of her ass. As they lay quietly in their afterglow, she let her fingers creep down to touch her tender cunt and feel the slippery flesh between her thighs. Then they slept.
Connie awoke with a warm feeling and quickly recognized that she was captured in the arms of a man who was holding her from behind and stroking her right breast. His cock pressed hotly against the tender flesh of her behind, which she moved seductively against him, and felt the hard penis jump against her ass. Her skin was caked with dried come and it cracked as she moved.
"Where's the bathroom?" she asked, and got out of bed reluctantly.
She was about to return to bed when he met her at the door.
"Shower-time!" he announce and she allowed him to steer her back into the bathroom and entered the shower stall.
The warm water cascaded them and Don began lathering her body with a rich smelling soap. She braced herself against the side of the shower stall as his fingers slipped between her legs and soaped the tender folds of her vagina. Taking the soap, she lathered her hands and then rubbed his cock and balls until they were white with suds. He knelt and carefully scrubbed each leg and, turning her around, soaped her back and her wide bottom, taking special care to run his hands over her round buttocks and down into the tender flesh of her pussy.
Turning around, she did the same to him, starting at the back of his neck and working her way down to his buttocks. Slipping her hand between his legs, she soaped his balls well, feeling their weight in the palm of her hand. She moved her fingers and felt them sliding away from her touch. Resoaping her hands, she smoothed his ass once more, groping as intimately as he had, until her turned and took her in his arms.
His cock was stiff once again, and she broke the kiss to kneel before him. The water rained down on her face as she engulfed his cock and began sucking him with long, slow strokes. His hands entwined in her wet hair as he moved with her questing mouth. He made her break the embrace before coming, however, and pulled her out of the shower to kneel on the soft rug on the bathroom floor.
Without a word he knelt behind her and entered her pussy with a single stroke and began fucking her deeply. She put her hands under her to feel his cock going in and out, and rubbed the tip of her clitoris as he fucked her. Her orgasm was beginning to build when he suddenly stopped and pulled out of her.
"I can't get enough of you!" he gasped. "Let's get back in bed!"
"Let's dry off first," she laughed. "I'm freezing to death!"
He laughed and wrapped her in an oversized bath towel, and gave her another to fold around her soaking hair. He rubbed himself dry and led her back to the bed. She sat down on the bedside and began rubbing her hair dry as he knelt in front of her and parted her thighs. Sliding forward so that her ass was on the very edge, she exposed her gaping cunt to his mouth and closed her eyes as he expertly sucked her clitoris and then ran his tongue the length of her pussy. His fingers tickled her ass and her clitoris as his tongue delved into the depths of her slit.
Don felt her legs tremble as she came again and again while he ate her. He tasted the heady aroma of her cunt and realized just how unique and delicious her pussy was. He sucked her clit into his mouth and heard her making low, panting sounds as he continued making her come. Finally, he stood up and kissed her on the lips.
"Sit down," she whispered and quickly changed places with him.
She looked closely at his red cock and the heavy balls beneath it. It was fringed by curly brown hair, and a light down covered his balls. She wet her tongue and ran it over the wrinkled sac hanging between his legs. Lifting his balls, she ran her tongue over the sensitive place just behind them and felt his body react. She worked back up over his balls and licked the length of his cock, using her fingers to milk out a tiny drop of clear juice for her to taste.
Secretly, Connie prided herself on being an accomplished cocksucker who loved her work! She had first learned about it when she was in the back seat of George Pauley's car. He had come in her mouth and she had been furious and made him take her right home. She went immediately to her room that night and lay awake shaking in excitement thinking about what she had just done, and tasting the lingering traces of come. She could still hear George's breath coming in quick pants and the whimpering sounds he made as the gobs of come flooded her mouth. She put three fingers in her cunt and brought herself to such a shattering orgasm that her mother had knocked on her bedroom door to see if she was all right.
It was not until a few months later, though, that she really learned what it was really all about and how much she enjoyed it. She was staying with her aunt and uncle for a week while her parents were away, and had been enjoying her stay as she always did. She and her Aunt Carlie had been shopping and sightseeing, and doing things together like going to lunch in fashionable restaurants that had made Connie feel very grown-up and sophis- ticated. Carlie was several years younger than Connie's mother and more of an older sister than an aunt to Connie. The two of them laughed and swapped stories, Carlie always interested in her niece's latest doings.
One afternoon, they were sitting in an outdoor cafe having an ice cream soda when Carlie suddenly winked and nodded toward a young man walking by. Connie looked at him keenly, trying to discern what her aunt was looking at. The man was rather handsome with a good build and dark, curly hair. Connie found herself rather interested as he passed.
"Great buns!" her aunt remarked and Connie blushed as she realized she was watching him with more than passing interest.
"Don't tell me you hadn't noticed," she teased the girl. "When I was your age, I…"
She let her voice trail off as she grinned mischievously. Connie blushed crimson and looked down at her ice cream. Her aunt patted her forearm reassuringly.
"Don't tell me you don't have any boyfriends!"
Connie shrugged.
"I go out sometimes," she answered.
"Good God, he's sweet!" her aunt said looking at the young man again. "I'll bet he's hung like a horse!"
"Aunt Carlie!" Connie exclaimed.
"What's the matter?" she laughed. "Do you think you kids have a monopoly on sex? Us old ladies like to look too! Just don't tell Jack I was checking out the local talent. He seems to think I should be blind!"
Connie grinned. She liked Carlie just because the woman made her feel she was on her level and not a child. She had had a lot more intimate conversation with her girlfriends, of course, but talking so frankly with her aunt made her feel even more mature.
"I won't tell him, Aunt Carlie."
"That's O. K.," the woman conceded. "You probably liked that kid better than I did! Myra better keep her eye on you!"
Again Connie blushed.
"You little devil!" Aunt Carlie teased. "You're way ahead of all of us, aren't you? Tell your Aunt Carlie all about it. I can't wait to hear what goodies you've been into."
And so the afternoon went on until Connie had confessed her recent fun and games to her aunt who, in turn, confided in Connie about some of the affairs she had had as a teen-ager. When Connie asked about her current activities, however, Carlie changed the subject and the two of them left the cafe and went home. Connie knew she had touched on something that her aunt found extremely sensitive, and Connie was more than certain that Carlie was having an affair with someone.
Connie ran her tongue the length of Don's cock and then poked the tip of it under the ridge of its large, spongy head. Softly, she covered it with her lips and ran her tongue into the tiny slit. She loved the feel of a man's glans in her mouth and squeezed the shaft with her hand to make the head swell large and firm. Don arched his back as she slid the cock deep into her throat. His pubic hair tickled her nose as she sucked contentedly on the throbbing cock.
"Can you wait a couple of minutes? I have to run inside and see about some business," her aunt had said as they pulled up in front of a small office building. It housed a real estate office, primarily and Connie waited as her aunt went inside.
As the time passed, she grew more restless and began to worry as thirty minutes went by. Finally, she got out of the car and went into the office. There was no one in the outer office, but she could hear her aunt's voice very clearly coming from behind a closed door.
"Oh God! I love that!" she was saying and a man's voice responded, so muffled that Connie could not make out what he was saying.
Connie tiptoed over to the door and opened it a tiny crack to peek through. Her aunt sat on a desk. Her blouse was open and her breasts hung bare. Her shirt was pulled above her waist and a man knelt between her thighs, his face buried in her bush. Connie flushed with excitement as she saw his pants were down and his hand was stroking his erect cock as he ate her aunt's pussy. His cock was broad and long; it seemed gigantic compared to George Pauley's. Connie stared at it as he stroked it back and forth.
As she watched, he stood up, and her aunt slid off the desk to kneel before him and suck his cock into her mouth. He held her head and fucked in and out while she stroked his ass and soothed his swaying balls. Finally she stood up.
"Fuck me, Stan," she gasped as she sat back on the desk, opening her legs for him. Connie saw the pink lining of her cunt as she opened the lips to accommodate his cock. The man drove it into her as the girl watched in breathless excitement. She had never seen anyone fucking before and watching her aunt taking the fat cock into her pussy was almost more than she could bear.
Suddenly the man's hips began moving incredibly fast he began grunting with passion.
"Oh yes! Come in me," Aunt Carlie panted. "Shoot it all!"
Connie could see her hands digging into the man's buttocks as her aunt pulled him closer and closer. Her feet were suspended in the air, pumping furiously in time to his thrusting hips and she squealed as he stopped and shuddered.
"Oh Christ!" Carlie exclaimed. "I left my niece out in the car. She'll think I got lost!"
"You're too much, Carlie!" the man exclaimed and Connie saw them straighten up and adjust their clothes. When her aunt re- turned to the car, Connie was conveniently asleep and smiled sweetly as the woman got into the car.
As they drove toward home, they passed another young man walking beside them.
"Great buns," Connie remarked pointedly.
"I suppose," her aunt replied and then looked at her oddly for a moment. Neither spoke again until they were nearly home. Then Aunt Carlie cleared her throat and began.
"I'm trying to prepare a little surprise for Uncle Frank, so maybe we shouldn't tell him about the stop we made today. I wouldn't want him to put two and two together and ruin it."
Connie nodded and looked down at the floor.
"I'm sorry I was so long," her aunt continued. "I just got involved and couldn't get out of there!"
"I know," Connie murmured.
Her aunt smiled wryly.
"Stan has nice buns," Connie added and winked impishly.
"Connie! Don't tell me you… Oh my God!"
Her aunt had to pull the car over to the side of the road while she got ahold of herself. And Connie rolled her eyes in fear that she had gone too far.
Her Aunt Carlie leaned back and looked at the roof of the car.
"I'm so embarrassed," she said. "I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything," Connie answered. "It's O. K. I love you, Aunt Carlie. I know you must love him, too, or you wouldn't…"
"Oh, you don't know!" her aunt laughed. "Connie, you just don't know! Frank is a nice guy, but he's…well, he's sort of boring, if you know what I mean. I wouldn't hurt him for any- thing, but Stan just turns me to water. I mean, I would do any- thing for him!"
"I think I know what you mean," Connie told her. "I wouldn't think of saying anything to Uncle Frank. Are you going to leave him and marry Stan?"
Carlie looked at her and shook her head.
"Stanley is not the kind of man a girl marries, Connie. The reason he screws so great is that he gets a lot of practice. Marriage isn't going to change that man… I shouldn't be talking to you like this. You're liable to get the wrong idea. Marriage is supposed to be different, isn't it?"
Connie shrugged. She could still picture her aunt kneeling in front of the man as he fucked her mouth. Her underpants were soaked from her excitement and she wished her aunt would hurry on home so she could go to her room and change, and maybe stroke the burning place between her thighs. But her aunt needed her – what? Approval? Forgiveness? Perhaps, thought Connie as she thought back the conversation they had had at lunch, her aunt was really seeking some sort of complicity, an ally or a compatriot. Connie swallowed hard and looked at the woman.
"I sort of liked watching you," she said quietly. "It was kind of like I was watching what I wanted to do, if you know what I mean."
"Connie, don't say that… besides, I don't know what you saw," her aunt replied.
"I saw you blow him," Connie said quickly and waited to see what she would say. To her relief and surprise, Carlie smiled and looked back at her.
"It must run in the family," she said. "We Munson women are born cocksuckers, it seems. Yes, Stan has a most wonderful cock, Connie. I'm sure, though, that someday you'll find one equally delightful. Now we have to be going. We'll talk about this again. Believe me, we will!"
Connie had stopped sucking Don's cock, not wanting him to come too quickly and was slowing and torturously licking the line between his balls and his ass as she tickled his hole with a fingertip. Don had a nice cock, she mused. Just enough more than a mouthful to be exciting and so smooth and delicious. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts wander back to her Aunt Carlie once more.
Two days later, Aunt Carlie told Connie she had a surprise for her and later that afternoon, formally introduced her to Stan and her surprise – Stan's nephew, Phillip. They were at Stan's apartment overlooking a large park, and Carlie suggested the two them take a walk to get better acquainted.
Connie ran her tongue the length of Don's cock once more and remembered the feel of Phillip's cock when she first took it in her mouth. It was bigger than George's, almost as big as Stan's, she always thought. She sucked Phillip until he was almost ready to come and then sat up on the couch and pulled her dress up for him to lick her pussy. As he burrowed into her cunt, she could hear her aunt being fucked in the bedroom. Either by accident or design they had left the bedroom door partially ajar, and Connie could see glimpses of flesh as the couple inside moved back and forth on the bed.
She remembered Phillip's naked body as he stood before her and stripped her dress and bra from her and tossed them on the floor beside her panties, and she remembered the feel of his thick, sweet cock as it entered her pussy for the first time, sliding all the way in while her aunt's moans came from the bed- room. She had come almost immediately, and Phillip came shortly thereafter, causing a river of sperm to run down the inside of her thighs.
She got up and walked naked to the bathroom and felt Phillip's eyes on her ass as she went. Inside the bathroom, she put two fingers to her pussy and tasted the delicious mixture of juices still running out of her. Then she peed and wiped herself. On her way back to Phillip, she paused beside the bedroom door and peered inside. Her aunt was kneeling over Stan's chest, his face covered by her hairy cunt as she took his cock deep into her throat and massaged his balls as she sucked him.
Unconsciously, she had opened the door wider to watch, stroking her clitoris at the same time. A moment later, Phillip's hands captured her breasts and she felt the tip of his cock poking into the deep crack between her buttocks. Arching her back, she reached behind her to guide it lower to where her pussy still dripped with the excitement of watching her aunt go down on her lover. Phillip moved behind her and his cock entered her cunt from behind with such force that she gasped.
Her aunt had looked up at her with a panicky, worried look on her face, and then had smiled as their eyes met. Connie reached between her legs and held Phillip's balls as he groaned in pleasure while he humped against her ass. Carlie's smile turned into a pouting "O" as she went back to the erect cock in her hands. She proceeded to give Connie her first real lesson in cocksucking then, as she licked her lover's cock and balls, and finally urged streams of white come out of him – streams which she quickly gobbled up as Connie watched in amazement. Phillip had long since come, and his juices were again running down the inside of her legs.
Her aunt was milking her lover's cock into her mouth, straining to capture the last of the succulent white cream he shot. Bits of the fluid seeped at the corner of her mouth as she closed her eyes in obvious ecstasy. Connie watched the woman's throat working as she tried to swallow the length of Stan's cock. With Phillip's semi-hard cock pressing her ass, she watched her aunt with growing excitement and slowly dropped to her knees, turning to capture the boy's penis in her hands. Watching her aunt out of the corner of her eye, she sucked the still-soft organ into her mouth and felt it jerk alive on her tongue.
Carlie smiled as she watched her niece going down on the handsome lad. She wiggled her ass as Stan's tongue swirled around her clitoris, bringing her closer and closer to climax. Connie's mother was a demure prig of a woman, just the opposite of her hot-blooded little sister. Carlie recognized herself in Connie and had vowed to help the girl out from under the moral tyranny of her mother. It was, after all, an aunt's duty to help her niece enter the mysteries of womanhood, she told herself as she weighed Stan's balls in her fingers.
Connie had held onto Phillip's hips as he fucked her mouth and tried to counter his movements with her own, feeling the luscious cock slipping back and forth between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. When he suddenly broke the rhythm to thrust deep into her throat, she gagged and choked, gasping to catch her breath. She could hear her aunt snickering softly from the bed and turned crimson with embarrassment. Later, Carlie had told her how to avoid choking on an over-exuberant man, but it would be some years before she learned to deep-throat.
Connie was a cocksucker from a long line of cocksuckers. She had taken naturally to her calling and with the prompting of her lascivious aunt, became a mistress to her oral desires. Don moaned loudly as he shot a stream of white come into the air. She quickly brought her thoughts back to business and captured the erupting column in her mouth to taste the second spurt of hot cream. Don's body convulsed as he pumped his orgasm into her sucking mouth.
Connie stretched out on the supine body of her lover and shared a deep kiss with him, barely flicking their tongues to- gether with his hands wandering over her wide ass. At times like these, she forgot how she so often envied the narrow-hipped, thin girls who seemed to steal every show and parade themselves as paragons of feminine beauty. Her man loved her for the big, soft woman she was – what she was and who she was. Putting her head on his shoulder, she closed her eyes and luxuriated in the feel of his hands soothing her satiated body.
Outside the window, birds chirped noisily in the morning sun. She would have to take the time to look at them through the binoculars Don had given her, provided she could stop listening to the song of his magnificent trouser lark!
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