A New Life Pt. 03

I sucked, then nibbled those lovely labia, swallowing down the cum that was clinging to them, tasting even more delightful that the aroma had suggested. I wiggled my tongue around, trying to push it between her lips to reach her clit, which I'd watched earlier. Yes! I managed it, her lips seeming to cuddle against my tongue, as I ran it around her clit, getting jolted around every time Bill drove into her, forcing my head hard against her.

It wasn't helping the maid keep her mouth locked to my cunt either, but Bill must have spotted the problem, and put his arm over my leg, locking it in place by putting two fingers into my hole and gripping down. Fucking hell, the maid's mouth on my clit, and my husband's fingers inside me, took me right to the edge of coming, but I used all of my self-control not to come before Bill.

I stepped up my sucking and licking on her clit, feeling the rhythm of Bill's thrusts changing, making me think that any moment he was going to inject his sperm into the maid's cunt. I thought nothing could ever feel any more delightful, but then I felt the maid's fingers sliding over my butt. A finger pushed into my asshole. Was it a deliberate decision, or just out of my control? Either way, everything seemed to go black, as my climax hit me like an F5 tornado, taking my breath away, and trying to throw my body like a rag doll across the room.

Fortunately, the maid and Bill's fingers in my holes anchored one end of me, and I clung on around their bodies which were interlocked with Bill's cock deep in her cunt, feeling Bill's balls against the side of my face pumping spunk into her. As it flowed out of the head of his cock, his final thrusts were squeezing it back out around her opening, and increasingly I could taste it as it ran along her slit into my mouth.

Oh God, it was the first time I'd tasted Bill's semen as it came out of another woman's hole, and with the maid's tongue still working my clit, and her and Bill's fingers in me still, I came again, even before I'd properly recovered from my first climax. It was absolutely wonderful. I was so pleased that at last Bill had managed to fuck another woman, and that I was there to watch and join in.

"Thank you, but must go home," the maid said, as we pulled apart.

She dashed into the bathroom, and I assume she must have wiped herself off as I heard the toilet flush. Then she came out dressed, and shot out of the door, leaving me and Bill naked on the bed.

"Well, was being up someone else's cunt as good as you'd imagined?"

"Believe me, Jo, it was even better. Thank you. I really do love you, and I'd never have even dared to imagine that we'd fuck a woman together."

"Well, let's make sure it's not the last, eh, Bill? Kiss me, though, taste her cum on me."

Bill kissed me, using his open mouth to draw in the maid's cum. For an instant, I started to worry that now Bill had fucked someone else, maybe he wouldn't want me anymore, especially if I persuaded June to let him have her. But then I knew my fears were stupid, as I felt Bill's sticky cock start to stiffen against my belly, and I broke the kiss.

"Oh, you do still want your boring old wife, then?"

"Of course I do, don't every doubt it, Jo," he said, as I opened my legs and let him slide his cock up me, carrying the maid's cum deep inside me. "I've always loved you, but now you've become such a gorgeous whore. You keep surprising me with the dirty things you come up with, and I love you more than ever, you slutty cunt, Jo."

"I love you too, Bill. I may be a slutty cunt, but I'm your slutty cunt. Let's just make love the way we said we would."

We rolled around on the bed, kissing, running our hands over each other's bodies, Bill slowly, but deeply, pumping himself in and out of me. It was fantastic, every bit as good as the first times we'd made love when we were little more than kids, and sex was still something new. Eventually, we were both close to coming, when Bill pulled back, and looked me in the face.

"God, Jo, I'm going to come again, but is it your cunt or the maid's I'm going to be filling, darling?"

"You fucking bastard, Bill," I gasped, as the thought that he was imagining he was fucking the maid again, sent me over the top. "But it's the hotel guy in me again, darling, not you," I managed to add, making him come. We held each other close, as we enjoyed each other, but imagined our partner was someone else.

When we showered, Bill reminded me that our flight was early the next day, so even though I was up for it again, we just went to sleep when we got into bed. Bill had come three times, anyway, so maybe he'd just have had to watch me masturbate, which wasn't quite as much fun. Still, as I went to sleep, I was thinking about the session with Peggy the next day, and how I could persuade her to give her overdue virginity to my husband.

When we got home the next day, Bill went straight into the office after I'd reminded him that he needed to be back early. I didn't tell him why, but let him think that as the weather was good, we'd eat early then have a walk out by the stadium where the janitor had fucked me.

By the time he'd gone, I barely had time to prepare the sun lounge for me to pose for Peggy to paint me. For some reason we'd bought a bed settee in there, maybe with some thought that the girls might start a family, and everyone might want to come together for Christmas. Whatever the reason, it worked well as a pedestal for me to pose on, but more importantly meant that when Bill came home and caught us, as I planned, he'd have a soft surface on which he could screw her. Hopefully.

"Hi, Jo. I see you're ready for me," Peggy greeted me, and I opened the door naked. "Did you have a good time in Chicago?"

Oh boy, did I, but we weren't close enough - yet - for me to tell her the full story. "Yes, thanks, Peggy, but I'm raring to get going again on your picture," I said, giving her a big kiss.

"What are you doing, Jo?" she asked, as my hands were starting to undress her. "You're the nude model, and I'm the painter."

"Oh! But I thought we'd agreed that you being naked as well would give you extra inspiration. Picasso, remember?" I said as I completed opening her blouse, and was reaching around to undo her bra, though with tits as small as hers, I still didn't understand why she bothered with one. "And we fucked each other, didn't we?"

"I ... I thought that was just a one-off moment of madness, Jo ..."

"Don't be silly, Peggy," I replied, pulling off her blouse and bra, then pressing my larger, softer breasts against her tiny tits, but feeling her stiff nipples against mine. "If you're not going to get naked, and you don't let us fuck again, then you can forget about me modelling, Peggy."

As I spoke the last few words, I was pulling her skirt and panties down. My face was right next to her pussy, and the delights of the triangle of black hair, the aromatic scent coming off of her, and the dark pussy lips showing between her legs came back to me. I'd thought her labia were large, but in fact the maid in the hotel had even bigger ones. Not that it did anything to stop the tingling between my own legs, and my determination to have sex with this tiny, older woman again.

"If you're sure, Jo ...", she started to say, but I shut her up by standing up again, pressing myself against her, putting my tongue in her mouth, and my lips against hers.

When I let her go, the look on her face suggested that the feeling of our bodies touching hadn't been all that unpleasant, but she clearly wanted to get on with things. "Come on, then, let me get started, Jo. We'll have to see what happens, whether we've got any time for sex."

We walked into the sun lounge, and as Peggy set up her easel, and prepared her palette, I took my position on the bed, making sure that my slit was as visible and open as it had been in the previous sessions.

The thing was, though, that while I hadn't lost any of the enjoyment of someone looking at my private parts, after the excitement of the janitor, and even more the hotel in Chicago, just posing had lost some of its novelty. My mind started to wander, and every time I looked at Peggy's pussy, the sight of her dark lips reminded me of the hotel maid.

And when I thought of the hotel maid, I couldn't stop thinking about having her cunt in my mouth, the first woman I'd ever eaten. I loved the taste of her, but the perfume that had reached me from between Peggy's legs was different, and I just couldn't stop imagining my mouth on Peggy's vulva, and wondering about the flavour of her cum. Eventually it became too much for me. I needed to stretch my legs anyway.

"That's amazing, Peggy," I said walking over to her to study the canvas, and it was. "But it's payback time now."

I grabbed her arms, and steered her over to the bed.

"Have you ever eaten another woman's cunt? No, of course you haven't - but you're going to now."

I pushed against her shoulders, making her fall back on the bed as it caught the back of her legs.

"No, Jo, it's too embar..." she started to say, until I cut it off by throwing my leg over her, and dropping my pussy down on to her face.

Clearly, I was going to have to teach her how to do it. "Open me up, and lick my clit like this."

I pulled her legs apart, enjoying the thrill of seeing the full glory of her cunt for the first time, her dark ears fading in colour as they narrowed down, as they passed her hole. Her aroma was gorgeous.

Peggy's mouth had stalled on my pussy, just kissing my labia nervously, so there was absolutely no reason to delay. I pushed the fingers of both hands into her gash, and pulled her open.

Shit, I could hardly believe what a beautiful cunt she had to look at, and when I licked my tongue along the salmon-pink of her slit, she tasted just as beautiful. A touch of mild taramasalata, a dash of barbeque sauce, and a hint of the bite of wasabi, so different from the maid. Given that I tasted differently myself, I realised that not only was there an amazing diversity in the way vulvas looked, but also how they tasted.

"Get your tongue up my hole, then over my clit," I said, pulling back, before taking my own instructions on Peggy's twat.

Thankfully, once she'd got going, just like last time, she really seemed to get into it, copying the movements of my mouth and tongue on her vulva on mine. We rolled around as our tongues tried to devour each other's cunts, managing only to swallow cum, but sending our arousal levels soaring as our slits and clits were given a thorough rubbing.

Peggy was so light, I could easily lift her on top of me. I soon discovered what a bad idea that was, though, as being so much shorter, we couldn't both keep our mouths on the messy gash we wanted to, so we alternated to me being on top, then laying side-by-side. It was only the second time I'd made a meal of another woman's hole, and the third time I'd played with another woman at all, but it seemed to be better than ever.

I could hear Peggy groaning against my pussy as I dragged my mouth backwards and forwards along her cunt, sucking on her clit, and pushing my tongue up into her vagina. She was perfectly keeping pace with me, so when she came, I did too. Oh fuck, it was wonderful, the warmth and wetness between my legs, and the release of my climax, made it feel as if I'd pissed myself, but I hadn't. That delight was for another day with Peggy.

We rolled around on the bed, gasping for breath as our bodies threw themselves about, and our muscle spasms forced the other's head hard against out twats, making breathing impossible.

Too late, I realised that I was right on the edge of the bed, and the next second, I landed on my back, Peggy on top of me. Peggy climbed off me, and when she stood up, her face was flushed, but she looked more embarrassed than excited.

"What's up, Peggy? Didn't you enjoy us eating each other's pussies?"

"Um ... maybe ... well, yes ... but we need to get back to painting ... and I think we need to stop this disgusting behaviour. I'm not a lesbian, Jo, and you've got a husband and family - yes, I can see a man lives here, and I assume the pictures are your daughters - so this relationship can't go anywhere, even if I was."

"Come on, Peggy," I said standing up to face her, "you dedicated your life to caring for your mother, but now you're free. You've got no ties, no family to worry about, so you can do what you like. When my girls left, I got really depressed, but after I accidentally show my tit to a delivery guy, I discovered that exposing myself made me feel complete again, worthwhile, even if it was only as an imaginary fuck.

"I could see straight away that you are going to become a famous painter, and I want to become your famous model, who everyone knows was inspired the painter through sex, like Picasso's models. Are you really going to tell me that you didn't enjoy having your fingers up inside me last time, and licking my cunt and drinking my cum this time? Isn't that a good enough relationship for both of us, Peggy?"

Peggy just stood looking at me, her mouth open, and her face still covered with my cum, as a range of expressions flitted across her face. As I watched, it hit me that actually the relationship I wanted with her was more than that. To start with she'd been just an excuse to get a thrill from posing for her, but I found I really liked her, perhaps was even starting to love her a bit.

I loved her tiny little tits with their tight, dark nipples, which were going up and down as she breathed deeply, struggling with her emotions. I loved her skinny body, and especially that wonderful, dark, spicy hole up between her legs.

I wasn't a lesbian either, but she wasn't just a one-off thrill, like the maid in Chicago. No, I wanted to fuck her regularly. I'd always intended that Bill would fuck her, and even though he'd got on the scoreboard with the maid, as it were, I was now even more determined to see his cock sliding up inside her.

"Oh. Well, you're right about one thing, Jo. I am determined to become a well-known painter. For some reason I can't explain, I seem drawn to the female nude, and it's true, you do seem to inspire me, because you just have no shame about showing even the most private bits of your body to me, or the rest of the class."

I guessed that was just about enough acceptance, grudging though it was, but then she spoke again, and this time with a smile on her face.

"So, I suppose if I have to let you fuck me, then it's a price worth paying. Get that gorgeous cunt back on display, Jo."

Oh yes, that was a lot better. At least I'd have something to work with, but I was going to have to get a move on if Peggy was ready to let Bill fuck her, when he turned up in just a couple of hours' time. I got back in position, and Peggy started to paint. I kept quiet for a while, then I started working on her again.

"I was the first woman you made love to, then Peggy?"

"Yes, the first and only, Jo."

"And you've never had a man?"

"No. I let a few boys kiss me and touch me up a bit, but they seemed to lose interest when they found my tits weren't much bigger than theirs, and I certainly wasn't going to let them touch me down lower. I should have gone to university, and who knows what would have happened then, but Mom and Pop had the car crash before I got there, and that was the end of my sex life, such as it had been."

"Be honest, Peggy. You did enjoy us fucking, didn't you? I know I did."

"Oh, alright. Yes, I did, Jo."

"So, given you didn't know you would, don't you think you'd like to try a man fucking you?"

"Well ... maybe it would be fun to find out ... but I'm still a virgin, and I'd be frightened it would hurt, and I'd hate it. Anyway, what sort of man would want me, and I don't think I could stand the embarrassment if they turned me down, or I had to stop them."

I knew a man who would want her: my husband. But she was right, her cunt was really tight. I should probably have thought a bit more about that earlier, but I wasn't ready to give up yet.

"You said you'd masturbated, Peggy, but didn't you ever use a dildo or a vibrator?"

"I thought you were supposed to be my model, Jo, not my doctor or something. It's embarrassing to talk about this. In fact, I didn't even do it very often, as Mom could need me at any time, day or night. She caught me in the middle once, and it was so humiliating, as I'm sure she knew what I was doing."

I understood that, alright, but not with my own mother, who thought that all sex was full audience participation, but when I walked in once on my elder daughter. I got a quick flash of her pubes before she got the sheet over her, caught her scent, and noticed the moisture on her fingers, as I apologised for bursting in, wondering what the noise was. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me, but she didn't seem anything like as embarrassed as I was.

"But no, I never used anything like that. I didn't have enough courage to go and buy one, and I was afraid I'd catch something if I used something from home."

"Like a cucumber, maybe?" I said, my brain full of the beautiful image of Peggy sat back on a chair, smiling at me, and ramming a cucumber up her cunt.

"Don't be silly, Jo. I was thinking more of a candle, maybe."

That was an even better picture that came into my mind, Peggy in the same position, but with a massive ecclesiastical candle, feet long and inches across, stretching her dark lips and paler vaginal opening even more than the cucumber. Still, it was enough to give me an idea.

"Well, we don't have any candles: fire risk and everything. Anyway, I'll shut up and let you concentrate into finishing the painting of me in a way that everyone who sees it ends up lusting after me."

I might have been in frozen pose mode, but my brain was working overtime, playing out different scenarios. I was now beginning to learn when Peggy thought she'd done as much on the painting as she could. A bit sooner than expected, she started to give me all of the signs that she was shortly going to stop, and there was no way I could let her go before Bill got home.

"Sorry, Peggy, I need a pee. I'll just nip upstairs to the bathroom, and then I'll get back in position, and you can carry on until you're finished.

"Actually, Jo, I think I pretty much am ..."

"Great, we can have a cup of tea, then, before you go," I said, shooting off upstairs before she could reply.

I did have a pee - well, never hurts to empty out before you're desperate, does it? - but my main reason for going was to grab a couple of my dildos, the bigger one for me, and the one I reckoned was about the same size as Bill's cock for me to use on Peggy. And, of course, a bottle of lube.

"It's time for a bit more relationship pay-off, Peggy," I said, skipping towards her, a dildo in each hand, my breasts bouncing energetically. "I want to fuck you again. We've done fingers and mouths, so now you can try a toy for the first time."

"No, Jo ... I need to pack up and get home ..."

She changed her mind almost instantly, though, when I turned to smaller dildo on, and pushed it up against the front of her slit.

"Uh ... fuck ... that's ... uh ..."

"... wonderful, is the word you're looking for, Peggy. Here, let's go over to the bed, and you can try this on me."

I lay back on the bed, my legs open, waiting for Peggy to turn on the big dildo, which I knew would get me aroused really fast.

"Kneel beside me, Peggy, and put a bit of lube on it first. That's right, and put a bit on this one as well. Then just press it gently against my clit."

Peggy lubed up the two dildoes, and tentatively touched it against the front of my slit. I pushed her legs further apart, and started to use the smaller dildo on her, slipping it in between her labia, and slowly moving up and down her gash, taking my time when I found her clit.