“Don’t start anything you won’t finish before we get home,” I told my wife, Connie, who had her head in my lap and was pulling down my jeans. We were in my ’67 Impala driving the pre-interstate twisty little road from Payson to Phoenix. It was night, but a huge full moon was lighting the sides of the roads (and any large animals which might be there) nicely. Cindy, the oldest daughter of Connie’s best friend, was stretched out in the back seat asleep. The moonlight through the Impala’s vast rear window made it easy to see her panties peeking out from under her hiked up miniskirt. 

My warning to Connie was based on her dislike of semen in her mouth, but I didn’t want my cum all over my jeans, and I didn’t want to be left hanging.  She kept right on as if I had not said a thing.  Getting a blowjob while driving down the road with Cindy in the back seat was too trippy for me to pass up, though, so I checked to make sure her feet were clear back there and let the front seat back so Connie would have more “head” room. 

With my dick free of my jeans, Connie pulled down on the shaft to free the head of the foreskin, then began swirling her tongue around it, teasing the glans with the tip.  I quickly finished hardening to full size as she slipped her lips over the head and pumped on the shaft with her right hand.  She was stretched out on the seat (God, I love those old spacious cars) and I tried slipping my hand down the back of her pants.  They were too tight, though, and she made no effort to aid my access.  Pulling my hand out, I moved it up under her shirt, along her back, and tried to reach down to her tit.  She released my shaft and pulled her arm down to block that maneuver, sliding her mouth down on me until her nose rested in my pubic hair.  OK, so it was all about me.  I repositioned the mirror so I could see Cindy in the back and stretched my arm out along the seat back. 

Connie had always been a marvelous cock sucker and I’d often lamented how sad it was that she didn’t care for the ending.  She had tried taking my cum and had reached the point where she wouldn’t puke from it, but she always spat it out as quickly as possible.  I wondered how tonight would play out because I had decided I was not stopping the car so she could spit.

Her hand rejoined her mouth working on my dick, the hand stroking the shaft while lips and tongue concentrated on the head.  I began having fancy thoughts of Cindy in the back.  Her eighteen-year-old body was luscious and I bet her pussy was delicious.  I’d seen her tits once a couple of years ago when her drunk and high mom had pulled her bandanna-like top down at the river, giving everyone a good look.  Yeah, I could fuck those, and they were big enough to do the job.  Those thoughts went straight to my crotch and I felt the first glob of precum flow out into Connie’s mouth.  She painted it over the head with her tongue and increased her suction and bobbing. 

“You’re going to make me cum, and I don’t want it all over me.”  She kept sucking and bobbing.  “So, you’re taking it in your mouth?”  No change.  “Are you going to swallow?  I’m not stopping for you to spit.”  No change.  Fuck.  Well, in my mind she was committed.  That just spurred me closer to orgasm.  I placed my hand on the back of her neck and gripped firmly.  I wouldn’t force her to keep her head there if she tried to pull back, but I wanted to encourage her to not. 

“God, Connie, you suck dick so good.  Keep fucking me with your mouth.  Suck my cum out.”  I knew Cindy could hear me and wondered if she was really asleep and if so, if any of what I was saying was registering with her.  I felt the tension rising in my groin.  Focusing on the road and holding a steady speed became difficult.  I tried pumping into her mouth, but that caused my foot to move on the accelerator, so I stopped and let her do all the work.  Agony prolonged, more precum flowing, lips and tongue working on the sensitive head, hand milking the shaft, squeezing whatever was there out.  I felt my legs trembling and my grip on her neck increased.  She stroked the shaft faster.  Then I came.

“Fuck yeah. Suck me.  Suck my cum out.  Take it all, dammit, every drop.  Suck it!”  I shot several blasts of semen into her mouth as her hand milked it from my shaft.  After the pulsations of my dick subsided, she made one last upstroke with a tight grip, and sucked out the dregs as her lips left my glans.  I glanced at Cindy, but she looked the same as she had through it all. 

Connie straightened in the seat.  Looking over I saw her dip her head with a frown on her face, then shudder slightly.  “There.  You don’t have to stop now.”   Holy fuck, she’d swallowed it. 

“You swallowed?”

“Yes.”  She shook her head as if clearing cobwebs, then looked at me and smiled.  “Now, let’s get home because I’m wet.”  When she said that I realized that I had been picking up the faint scent of woman in heat.  Luckily, by the time we got there I’d be ready to go again.

We lived in a small house-behind-a-house arrangement.  “Servants quarters” I’ve heard them called, but honestly the house in the front didn’t seem big enough to need servants.  However, this would be perfect for perhaps a cook/maid and groundskeeper/driver couple.  One bedroom, bath, small everything, but with a nice screened-in front porch.  You entered the living room from the porch.  Straight back through an arched doorless opening in the wall was the bedroom, just large enough for our queen waterbed (mattress on the floor style).  Connie had hung beads across the opening to give an illusion of privacy.  To the right out of the living room was the kitchen/dinette and straight through that was the bathroom.  After an hour and a half on the road, that’s right where I headed. 

As I came back through the kitchen, I heard Cindy saying in a hushed voice, “Did you really swallow?  I can’t believe that.  God, I’d puke.” 

Connie laughed lightly and said, “I have and not long ago.  It was a mess. Tonight, I came close, but I’ve been feeding him more fruits and less meat and veggies.  That makes his cum taste a little better.  Still salty, but not as gross.  You know Janet at the bar your mom goes to?  She’s the one who told me about it, and it seems to be working.”  My, my, what a turn of events.  I would have never dreamed Connie had ever considered arranging it so my cumming in her mouth would be palatable, let alone so she could swallow it.  I decided to eavesdrop some more.  “So, you’ve never tasted a man’s cum before?” she asked.

“Once,” Cindy answered.  “It was nasty, like really hot snot, but with a horrid taste.  I thought I’d never get the taste out of my mouth. I swear it was there for days.” 

“Have you tasted cunt?” Connie asked.  Oh, now this might get interesting.

“I tasted mine on his dick before he came.  That was not bad, certainly not as bad as his.”  Then her voice became wary.  “Why.  You hitting on me?”

Connie laughed, “No, just asking.  I prefer men, but I enjoy being with a woman from time to time.  Especially if a man is involved, too.  Threesomes rock.”  Shit, hon, just lay it out on the table.  Oh, my dick’s stirring at the thought.

“Ummm, well I guess it’s good I’ll be sleeping in the living room, then.”  Well, shit again.  I headed around the corner into the bedroom.

Connie was sitting in the middle of the bed with Cindy on the edge of the side I usually took.  Cindy eyed me with an odd look.  After I kicked off my shoes I crawled in next to Connie, took her in my arms and laid a long soul kiss on her.  That definitely nudged my cock up more. 

“Mmmm, you seem ready,” Connie said with a slightly evil grin. 

“I’d think after what I heard in the car, he’d be more ready to sleep,” Cindy replied.  OK, so she could hear what I was saying, and she wasn’t asleep. 

I looked at Cindy.  “Hell, girl, that was just an appetizer.  I’m good for at least a couple more times,” leaving the unspoken hint hanging.

As I spoke, Connie had pulled a joint from the makeshift nightstand on her side, lit it and offered it to Cindy.  She took a hit and handed it to me.  The joint made the rounds until we all had a buzz, then Connie put it in the ashtray on her nightstand.  After disposing of the joint she moved back to the center and patted the bed on the side that was normally hers for me to lay there.  That put her between me and Cindy.  She was on her back and I was on my side facing her.  Cindy was sitting there staring into space.  Maybe the joint hit her harder than it did us.  I put my hand on Connie’s belly and began firm circular motions.

“When was the last time you had sex?” Connie asked Cindy. 

“Fuck, I’ve not had sex in over six weeks.  Mom’s a fucking tyrant,” Cindy replied.  Actually, Jean was a tyrant about her younger daughter, not so much Cindy, and with good reason.  Kelli was sixteen going on thirty and took after her Mom more than Cindy.  I just lay there waiting to see how Connie played this one out.

“Well, we should get undressed for bed now,” Connie said.  “You can sleep here or in the living room, whichever you desire, Cindy.”  With that she sat up and pulled her top off, followed by her bra.  Then she lay back lifting her hips and slid her shorts down leaving only her panties on.  I followed in the same manner.  When we were done, my hand returned to her now bare belly. 

Cindy removed her miniskirt and pulled her bra off from under her t-shirt.  Dammit, but she lay back on the bed as close to the edge as she could get.  “Is there another hit left on that roach?” she asked.  Connie handed her the ashtray and lighter.  She got a couple more hits before even the roach clip wouldn’t hold it, then lay back again.  Fuck, her nipples were poking up like pebbles under the cloth.  My dick hardened against Connie’s leg.

Connie turned her face toward me with her tongue slightly out through her parted lips.  Mine reached out and they teased each other until my lips came down on hers and they tangled in her mouth.  Fuck, Cindy could watch, join in, or run away for all I cared.  I moved my hand up to Connie’s right breast, squeezing and rolling the nipple between my thumb and index finger.  Connie’s right hand reached into my shorts and began stroking my cock.

Breaking our kiss, Connie sighed, “God, I’m drenched.”  I reached down into her panties and slipped my middle finger into her slit.  Holy shit, was she.  It was like a pond of hot liquid silk between her legs.  Her pussy must have been wide open.  I slipped my ring finger in alongside the middle and began slowly finger fucking her.  Her hips began to pump slightly matching my rhythm.  I glanced at Cindy.  She was laying there, hands at her sides, staring up at the ceiling. 

With my fingers now well soaked with her nectar, I brought them to her left breast and wiped them off on her nipple.  Returning my fingers to her cunt, I did this twice more until the nipple was glistening wetly and fully erect.  Connie’s breathing was now heavy, causing her breasts to rise and fall noticeably.  Watching Cindy, I pulled Connie’s nipple to my mouth and cleaned the juices from it.  I wasn’t sure, but I think her eyes widened a bit as she continued to stare at the ceiling.  “I sucked you off,” said Connie, almost pleadingly, “Eat me.”

Rolling on top of her, I began kissing and licking my way down her torso to her crotch, watching Cindy as I did.  Cindy’s fingers began flexing, as if she was wanting to grab or touch something.  Normally I would continue past the pussy onto the thighs, just to tease, but not tonight.  Looking down on her womanhood (note that we had not turned the lights out) I parted her lips with my thumbs.  Her breathing took on a ragged edge as her scent filled my nose.  She was right, totally drenched with nectar already running down, wetting her asshole.  I felt a quiver in her thighs.  When my tongue touched her clit, she jerked and let out a short squeal.  Her knees bent as her legs came up and blocked my view of Cindy. 

I began tonguing her clit in earnest, occasionally sliding down to stab into her well, then back up to the clit.  She reached down and tangled her fingers in my hair as her hips matched my tongue stroking.  Slipping my index and middle fingers back into her well, I began pumping with them causing a distinct squishy sound. 

“I can hear that,” Cindy said.  I almost laughed.

“Oh, God, you should feel it.  God, he eats pussy good,” Connie gasped.  Looking up I saw she had a hand on each breast, pulling and pinching the nipples as her head rolled side to side.  “God, his tongue is magic.”

Fuck, I wish I could see what Cindy was doing, the look on her face, but I couldn’t.  It was obvious Connie had intentions of her joining us if she wanted, so I decided to make a move.  I pulled my fingers out of Connie’s well and reached out for Cindy’s leg.  My hand with its wet fingers found her at mid-thigh.  There was no reaction when I touched her, or when I began massaging her inner thigh.  Slowly I moved my hand higher, rubbing Connie’s pussy juice into Cindy’s flesh (or so the image in my head showed it).  When I came to a point where her thighs met, before her crotch, I pulled slightly outward and was rewarded by her opening her legs.  Holy fuck, I’m going to get some strange along with Connie.  I intensified my licking on Connie’s cunt and she responded with a long whimper.

My fingers found Cindy’s underwear and began stroking her slit through them.  I felt her hand wrap lightly around my wrist, but she made no move to stop me.  Pressing harder I pushed the fabric between her lips and focused my pressure on her clit.  Her hips lifted slightly, then began moving counter to my fingers.  After a minute, or so, of this, I moved my fingers down, pressing the fabric into her well and felt wetness seeping through.  Then she lifted her hips and I felt her pull her panties off.  Once they were gone, she lay back with her legs spread wide, one against Connie’s leg, the other off the bed.  Hmmm, what to do now?

As if she’d read my mind, Connie said in a gaspy, breathless voice, “God, Cindy, you’ve got to try his magic tongue.  Steve, do her like you’re doing me.  She’ll love it.”  OK, I know how to take an order.  I lifted Connie’s leg and slipped under it until I was between them, then lifted Cindy’s leg and slid under it the same way.  Looking up I saw Cindy staring down at me with wide eyes and parted lips.  Damn, I wished she’d take that damn top off.  Oh, well.  Looking down I saw one of the most beautiful pussies I’ve ever encountered.  Hairless inner lips just peeking out between the outers, her woman’s well slightly open with a bubble of nectar just peeking out.  Spreading her lips with my thumbs brought a chirp (I swear she chirped like a bird) from her.  Staring back into her eyes, my tongue began stroking her clit. 

“Ahahahahahah,” as her hips quivered.  It sounded like maybe I hurt her, but her face said differently, and she made no effort to stop me or move away.  I continued working her clit with my tongue. 

Damn, she was fresh.  I’d forgotten how nice young pussy tasted and smelled.  Like veal vs sirloin.  I moved the fingers that had been in Connie to the entrance of her well.  She wasn’t as wet as Connie, but her nectar had a thicker consistency, like 50W oil vs 30W.  The fingers slipped in.  She was tighter than Connie, too.  Her head laid back and “Ooooooo,” escaped.  She hadn’t pulled her legs up, was still laying there like a frog.  That was okay with me because I could see Connie watching us through lust-glazed eyes, breathing raggedly through her mouth, hands working furiously on her crotch. 

I replaced the fingers on my right hand with the ones on my left. Once they were soaked, I moved my hand toward Connie’s head.  “Taste her,” I said.  Connie’s eyes focused on my hand and she moved her head to engulf my fingers in her mouth.  Cindy’s hip actions had stilled, and her head was turned to watch.  Damn, I wished I could see her face.  After thoroughly cleaning my fingers, Connie lifted her head from them, looked at Cindy and smiled.  Her hands never stopped their actions on her crotch.  There must be a puddle under her ass by now and I’d not even fucked her yet.

OK, time for tits.  I moved my hands up to the hem of Cindy’s t-shirt and pushed up until the fabric lifted over those magnificent mounds.  Cindy looked back down at me, but the shirt blocked our faces.  I grasped a tit in each hand and squeezed, massaging and pressing them together; then taking the nipples between thumb and index fingers, I rolled and pinched them.  Her hip action had begun again as my tongue continued it’s loving of her clit.  My chin was soaked in her nectar.  Connie stopped her ministrations on her crotch and reached toward Cindy with glistening fingers.  “Let’s get that shirt off.  Your breasts are beautiful.”  Cindy lifted her hips as Connie pulled the hem up her back as far as she could, then bent her torso up to raise her shoulders and arms as Connie took it the rest of the way off.

“You saw what he did with my pussy juice on my nipple?” Connie asked Cindy.  Cindy nodded.  “I’d like to taste me on your nipple.  May I?”  Cindy hesitated, then nodded again, but only slightly.  Boy, she was getting an education tonight.  The fingers on my right hand slipped back into Cindy’s well, bringing a tremble from her.  In fact, there was a low-level quivering going non-stop in her legs and belly.

Connie wet her fingers in herself, then rubbed the wetness onto Cindy’s nipple.  Cindy watched, wide-eyed.  By now Connie was so wet that as she lifted her fingers from the nipple, a strand of nectar strung out between them.  Connie gripped the breast with her wet hand and lowered her mouth to the nipple.  “Ahhh,” Cindy gasped as Connie sucked the nipple into her mouth.  Her hips bucked against my mouth and I thought she was going to cum, but she didn’t.  Connie repeated the process with the same result.  Cindy’s eyes were the size of silver dollars and her lips were parted with the pink tip of her tongue just peeking out.  The quivering in her legs and belly had increased.

Cindy’s breathing had her breasts heaving.  They were marvelous to watch.  Areola a medium pink with slightly darker nipples.  Nipples almost a half-inch long, as big around as my little finger, and appeared to be rock hard.  Connie watched them rise and fall for several breaths as I licked Cindy’s clit and fucked her with my fingers.  The bed was soaked under her ass from all the 50W leaking out.  It didn’t run easily, but there was so much of it.

“You taste delicious, Cindy, and you said you don’t mind your flavor,” Connie said staring into her eyes.  “Would you like to taste me?”  Connie held up freshly wet fingers.  Cindy stared at them for a few seconds, then closed her eyes (the first time that night, I believe) and opened her mouth.  Connie slipped the middle finger in onto Cindy’s tongue.  When Cindy did nothing, Connie twisted her wrist around, wiping her juices off.  Pulling it out, she slipped it into her crotch to rewet. 

Cindy lay there with her eyes closed, mouth still open and unmoving.  “More?” Connie asked.  Cindy nodded with less hesitation this time.  Connie placed her finger back into Cindy’s mouth.  “Suck it clean,” she said.  Cindy’s lips closed on the finger and it appeared that her tongue was wiping the finger.  Connie smiled and after a few seconds pulled the finger slowly out from between Cindy’s lips.  It looked much like how Connie pulled my dick out of her mouth to keep from spilling my cum the few times she let me go off into her mouth.  This time I saw Cindy’s mouth working, swishing her flavor around in her mouth. 

“Do you like my taste?”  Cindy nodded.  I wondered if she was going to ask Cindy to go down on her.  Nope.  “How about a taste of you to compare?”  Cindy nodded again, no hesitation.  Connie reached down, slipped her fingers between my face and Cindy’s crotch, and her finger joined mine in that tight passage. 

“Oohhaa,” Cindy groaned as her quivering suddenly increased and her hips rotated.  Connie pumped her finger in and out a few times then lifted it to Cindy’s mouth. 

“Clean it off,” she said as she pressed the finger to Cindy’s lips.  Those lips parted, the finger slipped in, and the tongue went to work.  Her quivering was now visible, and her breathing was audibly ragged.  “Do you notice a difference?” Connie asked.  Cindy nodded slightly then her head went back and began rolling side to side as a prolonged whimper came out. 

Her legs lifted and bent at the knees as she raised her pussy to my mouth, pumping against my fingers and tongue.  The quivering became small convulsions and her hands took the sheet on either side of her in a death grip.  She cried out as her back arched.  Her body went rigid except for her thighs and belly which continued their spasms.  Oh, and her pussy which was grasping at my fingers, trying to pull them deeper.    I heard a cry from Connie as she clenched her crotch with both hands, pumping against them in her own orgasm.  The Beatles song “Come Together” played briefly in my head. 

After almost a minute both women’s climaxes subsided and they lay there in a post-lust stupor, breathing slowly returning to normal.  That’s when I realized I still had my Jockeys on.  Fuck!  I stretched out on my back between Connie and Cindy, pulled my shorts down and kicked them to the floor, then placed my hands behind my head.  My dick was sticking up like a flagpole.  Looking first to Cindy on my left, then Connie on my right, I realized they both had their eyes closed.  Fuck!  I grasped Connie’s hand and moved it to my cock. Her fingers wrapped around it and stroked it a few times, then she said in a voice so Cindy would hear, “Take Cindy.  Use her as you want.”  A momentary squeeze of my shaft and her hand was gone.

I looked over at Cindy.  She hadn’t moved and her face gave nothing away.  Rolling over on my side facing her I slipped my hand between her still splayed wide thighs, testing her slit.  She was still wet with her 50W nectar.  Her breath caught as I slipped a finger inside, followed by another.  Damn, even after cumming she was still tight.  After working my fingers in and out a few strokes, I rolled over between her legs, positioning my cock at her opening.  “Put it in,” I said.  She grasped my shaft and worked the head up and down to wet it, then placed it at her well.  I sank down into her in one long stroke, trapping her hand between us. 

“Uuuhh,” she groaned as I filled her hole.  Shit, I’d not had a pussy that tight since high school.  I held still, bottomed in her, for a few seconds, then slowly pulled back until just the head remained in.  Her hand moved from between us to my back along with her other one.  Her nails lightly stroked up and down from shoulder blades to butt and back.  I lowered my head and our mouths locked into a kiss, our tongues dancing together.  “Mmmm,” she groaned through her nose as I sank back down, faster this time, then ground my pubic hair into her clit.  I began rhythmically pumping into her, slowly picking up speed.  Breaking our kiss, I lifted up onto my elbows to look down on her.  Her eyes were closed, lips parted with that tongue tip just showing between them, and her head began rolling back and forth. 

Damn, even though I’d cum once that evening, her tight canal was pushing me to another quicker than I wanted.  I began driving harder and faster into her causing her magnificent tits to flop up and down.  I had to fuck them.  Looking to my left I saw Connie watching, her legs raised and spread, hands working on her crotch again.  Cindy’s legs were still out straight, just as they had been when I was eating her.  I drove into her several more times, then decided it was time for a change.

She whimpered when my dick vacated her pussy and looked up at me to see why.  I shuffled up over her legs to straddle her torso with my dick between her tits.  Grabbing one in each hand I pulled them together and began thrusting.  With each forward stroke, my dick just bumped her chin, leaving drops of precum on it.  God, her tits felt good wrapped around me.  I rubbed and pinched her nipples, bringing them back to fully erect. 

“Wait,” she said, placing a hand on my stomach.  I stopped and she reached behind her head while lifting it, positioning a pillow to prop it up.  When she was satisfied, she reached down to my hips and pulled me forward.  Now my dick was lined up perfectly with her mouth which opened to let the tip slide between her lips.  Her tongue swiped over the glans, cleaning the oozing precum away.  I began pumping again in earnest, feeling the tension building in my groin.  On each forward thrust, her hands pulled on my hips, encouraging me to move the head further into her mouth. 

The familiar trembling in my legs began, signaling my climax.  Precum was flowing with every stroke and Cindy was lapping it up.  I debated whether or not to warn her when I came.  I chose to let it be a surprise and see what happened.  Connie had other thoughts on that. 

She could read me so well.  “He’s about to cum,” she warned Cindy.  “Do you want it in your mouth?”  Cindy opened her eyes and locked with mine.  She nodded.  My breathing was now ragged and my hands were trembling as well as my legs.  Her eyes seemed to be asking for my cum, or maybe that was my imagination.  My thrusting gained speed.  Fuck, I was going to cum in Cindy’s mouth, all over that sweet, pink tongue.  Fuck, her tits felt good.  Fuck, her pussy was tight.  Fuck, she was such a hot young piece of ass.  Fuck, my hot-assed wife was right there watching.  “Shoot your hot seed into her mouth, Steve,” Connie urged, “She wants it. Look at her, she’s dying for it.  Blow your wad down her throat.” 

“Fuck yeah TAKE IT,” I shouted as I drove forward hard, placing the head fully into her mouth.  My dick jerked between her tits as I shot squirt after squirt of semen into her mouth.  Damn, it seemed like a lot for having already cum once that day.  Cindy’s lips clamped around the head and I felt the tip of her tongue teasing the underside as my seed filled her mouth.  Her brow furrowed and her eyes squeezed closed.  I felt her belly repeatedly heave under me, as if she was going to puke.  Oh, God, wouldn’t that be a mess?  But she didn’t.  My pulsations slowed and ended.  She kept her lips tight against my cock as I slipped it out.  I small thread of cum lingered on her lower lip.  Fuck, that was hot.

She was holding my cum in her mouth, face still scrunched up, breasts heaving with deep breathing as she focused on not puking.  Slowly her face relaxed and her breathing calmed.  I figured she must be getting used to the taste, which turned out to be true.  “Do you want a Kleenex to spit?” Connie asked.  To our surprise, Cindy shook her head.  She glanced over at Connie before locking eyes with me.  Staring at me as if I was some sort of anchor, she swallowed.  I felt her body stiffen under me, her lips tightened, then her face appeared to be frozen for a few moments.  She sighed, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue.  Semen gone. 

“Good girl,” I said, reaching back to slap her hip. 

“I’m impressed,” said Connie.  “You handled the first swallow better than me.” 

I gave her tits one last squeeze.  “These are fucking amazing,” I said before rolling off to lay on my back between them.  “I’m aware neither of you came this round.  Please feel free to get together and rectify that situation.  I’ll just lay here and watch.”  They looked at each other over me and smiled.  It was going to be a nice, long night.  Fuck work tomorrow.