Taste of Love
Posted at 08:27, 2008-Mar-31
Taste of Love
by
Alicia Night Orchid

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(Copyright 2005 All Rights Reserved)
(This story originally appeared at Oysters and Chocolate. It was runner up in their "Hot Tamales" contest of 2006).
We begin with an amuse bouche—a delicate round of seedless watermelon floating in a ginger-shallot cream sauce, surrounded by emerald green cilantro oil. The watermelon round hosts a spoonful of sashimi tuna marinated in soy, ginger, garlic and chili, topped by a pale yellow mango crisp.
Wallace observes that he enjoyed a similar dish earlier in the summer. That sauce, however, was an anis emulsion, which he believes offered better balance. You have to respect Wallace, because he’s eaten everything and carries the paunch to show it.
Camille complains that her mango crisp isn’t really that crisp, having suffered the unfortunate fate of absorbing the tuna’s marinade. She finishes her second glass of champagne and prods Wallace for another. She’s wearing more jewelry than I own, but is unable to hide the look of someone whose age has caught up with her all at once. There’s a looseness to her flesh, as if she’s wearing her wrinkled skin as a body suit. It’s rumored that she once slept with Bill Clinton, or was it Newt Gingrich? Camille can be indelicate, but her palate is unmatched—so long as she remains sober.
It’s Laci’s reaction I’m interested in. I watch as the watermelon melts in her mouth. Her warm brown eyes, set wide apart in a tan, boyish face, flutter sensuously. “They should have sautéed the ginger and shallot in higher-fat butter,” she concludes. “The butter they used caused the shallot to caramelize and burn, overwhelming the delicacy of the dish.”
She’s an ex-chef at a three-star restaurant in Los Angeles and has been food critic for a major east-coast newspaper for the past ten years. Even Wallace is impressed with her observation and his loud harrumph confirms it.
“What do you think, Alana?” Laci turns her whole body toward me in a sweeping motion.
I think she’s the most self-assured woman I’ve ever met. I think her taste is impeccable. I think how wonderful it would be to kiss her, run my tongue across her perfect teeth, smear her red lipstick. It’s hard to resist the urge to lick the smudge of cream sauce from the corner of her luscious mouth.
“What makes the dish is the tuna,” I say, trying to sound more confident than I am. “Let’s face it, this is the most delicious tuna any of us has ever eaten and each cube is as perfectly diced as its sister.”
“No denying the tuna,” Wallace agrees.
Laci smiles condescendingly. We both know I’m a token at the table, the food critic for the local paper, while my table companions are international gourmands with a global following. “This is good tuna,” she admits. “Too bad the sauce overwhelms it.”
“Yes, I suppose that’s true.” Camille says, stifling a yawn, “OK, OK, I’m ready to move on. What’s next? Are we having the Sauvignon Blanc or have we decided on that overpriced Pinot Grigio?”
Laci winks at me. “I could probably teach you a thing or two.”
I wish she would and I tell her so.
* * *
For our first course, Camille and I have selected Pacific prawns on a bed of fire-roasted tomato risotto. The shrimp is sweet and tender with a hint of the open sea, the risotto creamy and rich. Fresh peas dot the dish’s surface, varying both the appearance and texture. A pinch of micro-greens adds interest and a surprising burst of flavor.
“Oh my God,” Camille tilts her head back and stares heavenward theatrically.
“It’s wonderful,” I say. “I love the peas. Crunchy on the outside. Like velvet on the inside.”
“The shrimp is perfect. And, there are even bits of lobster in the risotto,” Camille reports to the table. “Delicious, just delicious.”
Wallace and Laci have opted for scallops. A pan-seared cylinder of flesh resides on a bed of sautéed leeks. A beet juice reduction, a dazzling crimson concoction, criss- crosses the plate, reminiscent of a Jackson Pollack painting.
“Yes,” Wallace says. “Very nice.”
Laci nods. “My scallop is slightly overcooked, but otherwise it’s wonderful.”
Camille shoots her a glance. “Ah, yes, but you like it pink on the inside, don’t you?”
Laci smiles naughtily. “I’ve been known to.”
“I remember only too well.”
“Ladies, please,” Wallace intervenes. “It’s more than an old man can contemplate.”
Laci rolls a bite of scallop in the beet reduction, spears a leek round, and offers me a bite. “How do you like it?”
The scallop is like butter from the sea, the beet and leek earthy and sweet. I lick lingering juices from my lips. “Incredible,” I breathe.
Laci downs the rest of it in one bite. “Scallops should quiver on the inside,” she instructs, pointing her fork at me. “Otherwise, this is excellent.”
“Next,” Camille waves for the waiter. “It’s time for something more robust. We need a white burgundy or a chardonnay.”
Wallace fills her glass with the last of the Pinot Grigio. Camille takes a sip and leans near him, her mouth at his ear. She whispers something while looking directly at me. Wallace stifles a chortle, before sliding his arm around her shoulders.
“You are such a vamp,” he tells her, to which she merely nods in agreement.
* * *
Laci and I choose a butternut squash soup for our next course, while Camille and Wallace settle on the field greens salad augmented with poached quail’s egg and lamb’s tongue.
The soup, the color of autumn itself, exudes a tangy aroma of star anise, its texture smooth as the underside of your lover’s tongue. As the soup coats my throat I am sated and filled with longing at the same time. I consider discarding my spoon and drinking from the bowl.
Laci’s lips close around the spoon as if she’s sucking a nipple. She nods approvingly. “Oh, my. Now, that is just right. Simple, elegant, ripe with flavor.”
Under the table, she rests a hand on my knee and shoulders up, as if we are co-conspirators in a grand scheme. “Wouldn’t this be nice in front of a fire? I just had a wood burning fire place installed on my patio, next to the Jacuzzi.”
I blink to a fantasy image of naked flesh, dappled with goose bumps, backlit by a flickering flame. She’s a large woman, not obese, just womanly in the classic sense. Her breasts are pendulous, motherly. I imagine her ass—broad, white, and inviting as an unmade bed.
“Maybe you’d like to try it sometime?” I feel her fingers tighten.
“I’ll bring the wine. You make the soup.”
“Something like that,” she says coyly.
Across from us, Camille and Wallace are increasingly chummy. They’ve linked arms to share a sip of the California chardonnay Camille settled on. They’re laughing heartily at who knows what at this point. Camille quaffs her glass. “Watch out for her my young friend,” she tells me. “When she eats a peach, she doesn’t leave the pit.”
“Camille,” I feign embarrassment.
Laci is undaunted. “How’s the salad, Wallace?” she asks.
“The lambs tongue,” he says thoughtfully, “reminds me of a young man from San Diego.”
“He’s such a whore,” Camille says.
“That’s the pot calling the kettle black,” Wallace replies.
Laci’s touch rides a little higher on my thigh. I adjust the napkin on my lap and stroke the back of her hand with my fingertips.
* * *
Between courses, a dollop of lemon sorbet arrives to cleanse our palates. Someone, Wallace I believe, has ordered a peppery Zinfandel. A white wine leaves me edgy and wanting more, but the Zin warms me, fills me.
Once in high school, before declaring myself a lesbian, I allowed a boy to fuck me in his car, a used Ford Expedition that smelled of leather and cigarettes. As a precaution against any and everything, I was on the pill. Because he was a nice boy, I let him come inside, my legs spread wide, feet straining against the back of the front seat. The feeling of red wine hitting bottom reminds me of the sensation of his warm semen bathing the walls of my pussy.
For their main course, Wallace and Camille enjoy a veal loin swimming in a silky demiglace and accompanied by a parsnip puree and an assortment of wild mushrooms and truffles.
Laci and I have chosen the rack of lamb. The scent of rosemary and garlic rising from the medium-rare chops is like coming home from the woods on a winter’s evening. The pink of the flesh is like the pucker of a lover’s ass.
Wallace raises his glass in a toast. “To the chef.”
“To the chef,” we all repeat.
We watch as he inhales a bite from the tines of his fork. His expression is pure bliss. He chews once, twice, and then rinses it down with another sip of wine. “Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes,”
“Now, who did that remind you of?” Camille asks. “The young man from New York or that married fellow from Boston you seduced last week?”
Wallace shakes his head. “Neither, my dear. More like the tender loins of other boys when I was but a boy myself.”
“Tender loins, my ass.” Camille waves a hand over her dish, inhaling the fragrance of the mushrooms. “Oysters, porcini, chanterelles. Black truffles. It’s fucking sex on a goddamn plate.”
The folds of the oyster mushrooms glisten in the dim light and the entire restaurant is suddenly redolent with the truffles. I can’t look away and Camille reads me for the wanton little slut I am. She offers a taste from across the table.
“Oh, I can’t,” I stammer.
“But, you must,” she says. “Never pass up a chance encounter with a fat, black truffle.”
It’s like eating your lover’s pussy for the third time in the same evening, musky and familiar, and no sooner do the juices release in my mouth than they release in my satin panties. Oh, I’m slippery down there all right, slippery as an oyster in its shell. An oyster ready to be shucked and swallowed whole.
“This lamb,” Laci says, “is outstanding. Domestic for sure, not gamy like the Australian lamb Wallace and I had in Philadelphia last week.”
Her measured tone belies her surreptitious movements under the table. I’m still recovering from the truffles, when her hand takes mine and pulls it deep into the crotch of her wool blend slacks. “What do you think, Alana? Have you tried the lamb yet?”
Wallace and Camille are too engaged in their tenderloins and truffles to pay us any mind. “Not yet,” I manage, barely able to speak.
“You really should,” but when I try to withdraw my hand, she clinches powerful thighs together. “Here, I’ll cut it for you.”
Laci reaches across to my plate and slices a bite of lamb. As she feeds me, her forearm brushes my nipple through the silk of my blouse and she might as well have tweaked my clit. Thankfully, she and I are against a wall, and no one can see my hand caressing the fabric between her legs. She’s wet too. I can tell by the way the fabric glides across her slit.
Her eyes are on fire as she watches me devour the lamb. It’s strong, chewy, filling.
“You two, you two!” Camille snaps her fingers at us. “You can take the girl out of the bedroom,” she confides to Wallace, “but you can’t take the bedroom out of the girl. Look at these two lovebirds.”
I pull my hand away from Laci. “You have such a dirty mind,” I tell Camille.
“You wouldn’t have a clue,” she replies, “but you can find out anytime you want.”
“How’s the lamb?” Wallace asks me, saving the moment.
“Luscious, delectable, scrumptious. All these things and more.”
“You’re drunk to boot,” Camille says and tilts her wine glass in my direction. “Short ball hitter” she concludes contemptuously.
“I’ll bet she can go the distance,” Laci says.
‘But can she take you the distance? That’s the question,” Camille replies pointedly.
“Bitch,” Laci breathes into my ear. “Her, not you.”
* * *
Dessert arrives in a flourish of waiters and plates and decaf. Laci and I share a chocolate chocolate raspberry torte decorated with chocolate Grenache butterfly wings that remind me of freshly shaven labia. Some much fucking chocolate. I want to eat it off of Laci’s breasts. I want to melt it on her belly and drink it as it drips from between her legs.
Camille and Wallace are sharing an old standby, the Crème Brule. Camille feeds it to him as if he were a baby. His face has grown heavier, his voice more gravely over the course of the evening. “The cream," he mumbles between bites. “I love the cream, love it, love it, love it.”
“There, there,” Camille pats his back, rubs his shoulder. “Of course you do, of course you do.”
Laci grips my forearm. “We’re off to the Ladies,” she announces, pulling me after her.
“Sluts,” Camille calls after us. “You’re both sluts.”
It’s late and we’ve overstayed our welcome, even for food critics. The restaurant, including the Ladies, is deserted. Laci kicks open a stall, towing me along. Once inside, she kisses me, gives me a swirl of tongue, before pushing me against one wall and flattening herself against the opposite.
“Show me your breasts,” she demands.
And, of course, there’s no denying her now. I fumble with the buttons of my blouse, the front snap on my bra. My tits spill into my hands, white and firm, but no larger than passion fruits. “Milk them,” she orders me.
How did she know I’d do anything she asks? I squeeze and pull, gently at first, then more aggressively, watching her watch me. Her mouth is a perfect “O,” her eyes glassy. I’m dizzy, floating, suspended like an egg about to be poached.
“Feed them to me,” she breathes into my ear.
I cup a breast in each hand and offer them up, kneading as if I’m making bread. She graces first one nipple, then the other with her mouth. Sharp teeth nibble and nip. “Suck me ‘til I bleed,” I gasp. My ass thumps the toilet wall like a pulsating blender.
She steps away, face flushed. “Show it to me. I’ve been thinking about it all night.”
I lift my skirt, push pantyhose and panties down, step out of one leg. Below the stripe of curly brown hair, I open myself. I’m ripe and red as a blood orange, oozing juice.
“Fuck,” she says. “Turn around.”
I face the wall, panting like a bitch.
”Spread your cheeks. Show me everything.”
I’m beyond any semblance of modesty. This woman owns me. I thrust out my ass, rotating it, beckoning her. I spread myself for her like a cheap whore. She’s down on me that fast, her nose in my butt crack, her tongue in my cunt. While she laps at my opening, I finger my clit.
I feel it building, bubbling like a pot about to boil. “Oh shit,” I’m almost there already, sooner than I want to be.
It’s her clue to withdraw. She leans against the far wall again and wriggles out of slacks and a thong. She takes my hand and guides it between her legs. I love it that she’s natural, bristling with fur. The residue of my own syrup shimmers on her cheeks as my fingers find her groove. She’s so wet, it’s like dipping into a finger bowl.
Inside, her pelvic muscles tug and squeeze at my tentative digit. She pulls away and lifts my nectar-coated fingers to my mouth. “Taste me,” she says.
She’s salty and sweet at the same time, like Junior Mints and popcorn at a movie, and I want more. I drop to my knees, burying my face in the fur, kissing thighs and lips, running a tongue inside her crease. A strong hand on the back of head pulls me closer.
I penetrate her with two fingers, while the flat of my tongue circles her clit. This girl knows what her lover needs. This girl knows how to get her off. She’s rides my fingers, grinds against my face, whimpers out her fuck noises. I flick her fast and light with the tip of my tongue until a sudden sharp intake of air tells me that I’ve got her. Her come starts with a Yes, yes, yes, continues with a long spasm of her belly, and ends with the walls of her cunt rhythmically clinching my fingers.
When she’s seen it home, I nuzzle my way up to her throat. She holds me, telling me how beautiful I am, what a wonderful lover I am. I sink into her arms, those large, firm breasts. She pushes a thigh between my legs and I begin to hump while her hands clinch my ass. I’m beyond lust, in the fuck-drunk zone where the only way out is to come and come and come.
“Oh god, oh god.”
She’s kissing me and I’m grinding against her. Our nipples duel like swords. Our bodies undulate like batter in a blender. And, then I’m there and there and there, my face in her shoulder, my pussy slick and swollen and twitchy against her greasy thigh. When it’s over and she’s wrung every drop of pleasure from my body, she kisses me hard enough to bruise my lips. “This is just the beginning,” she whispers.
“I want to crawl inside you.”
“I’ll tell you when.”
* * *
Camille and Wallace have departed by the time we return. The busboys have cleared the table and the head waiter explains that Wallace has paid the tab, courtesy of one of the several periodicals for which he writes.
“Wallace always picks up the tab,” Laci says. She pulls a fifty from her wallet. “Our compliments to the chef.”
We hold hands on our way to the door. “I can’t wait to make you breakfast,” I tell her. Breakfast is something I can do. I’ve had plenty of practice on myself.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Eggs benedict, Bananas Foster, French toast. Anything you like.”
“An omelet with Gruyere cheese and chives works for me.”
“Strong hot coffee.”
“Definitely, and maybe a Danish,” she says.
“Maybe bagels and lox,” I counter.
“With capers, mascarpone, and diced red onion.”
“Definitely.”
Laci smiles and squeezes my hand. She flags a cab by twirling her panties in the air. We both laugh, giddy with the meal, the wine, the sex. I think this woman is going to like me—at least as long as the food lasts.
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Posted at 08:20, 2008-Mar-31
The two of them drove in uneasy silence until Frank offered sullenly, “I don’t see why you keeping seeing this guy!” “Don’t you realize how degrading it is for me?” “I’m sorry,” Dana replied, “but you know it can’t be helped, and by the way, today Jack wants you to watch.” “What!?!” her husband of fifteen years yelped indignantly. “I certainly will not!!!” “That’s up to you of course,” she answered evenly, “but he said if you didn’t show up he was gonna drop in at your office and beat the crap out of you.” Frank let that sink in as he parked the car in front of a nondescript brownstone two flat on a quiet side street on Chicago’s Near North Side. Dana opened the passenger side door, and before alighting from the vehicle turned to her husband and asked, “Well, are you coming or not?!?” Frank took a deep breath and exhaled loudly before replying, “Yeah, I guess so, let’s go up.”
“You don’t know how humiliating this is,” Frank whispered while they waited for Jack to answer the door. “Oh shut up, Frank,” Dana said while rolling her eyes, “if you don’t wanna be here then leave.” “Yeah, sure,” he shot back, “and get my ass kicked for my trouble, not thanks!!!” Before Dana could reply to her mewling husband the door swung open and a smiling Jack invited them inside. He took Dana into his arms and kissed her deeply on the lips while Frank just stood by watching helplessly! After breaking their kiss Jack asked Frank with a laugh, “And how are you today, pussy?!?” When Frank didn’t reply quick enough for him Jack back handed the stunned man right across the cheek while spitting, “I ask you a question, pussy!!!” Frank slumped back against the wall with his head buzzing from the sneak attack but at the same time managing to stammer, “I-I’m doing okay, I guess.” “That’s good,” Jack replied while turning his attention back to Dana, “now I want to watch and see how a real man takes care of a woman!” With tears now filling his eyes, Frank watched his pretty thirty five year old wife drop to her knees to take Jack’s huge black pecker head into her hungry mouth!
It was really Frank’s fault. About five years ago it was his idea to watch his wife have an hour of hot sex with a black man. It took him months of prodding and begging before she gave in, but much his dismay, not only did she love fucking a huge black pole, she became absolutely addicted to it! It was not unlike opening Pandora’s Box or trying to put the tooth paste back in the tube! Once it she got a taste of the big black bamboo it was all over! Now it had come to this, the man he had recruited four years ago for a one night fling had moved into their lives permanently! Now here he was, being forced to watch his wife satisfy each and every depraved fantasy of this black dominant! For her part Dana couldn’t get enough of him. She would fuck him every day if he would let her, but just to keep her on edge he limited her to once or twice a week. By the time he called her she was usually so worked up that she would have fucked him in front of her parents!
So now with his heart breaking he watched while his beautiful Dana fellated Jack’s huge erection to a cum gushing cum! “Thata way, baby!” Jack moaned. “Show little pussy over there what a good little cocksucker you are!!!” Dana literally groaned as the fury in her pussy was whipped into and absolute frenzy!!! The sensation of having Jack’s huge black pecker safely in her mouth, coupled with the incredible rush of having her panty waist husband looking on in utter shame was incredibly intoxicating!!! Her lips and tongue then went into overdrive, scouring the egg sized head until her black stud’s legs buckled slightly while his pecker unleashed an incredible torrent of hot jizz deep into the back of her throat!!!
“That’s a real talented lady you have there, cunt,” Jack said to Frank. “I don’t know why in the fuck she married a piece of garbage like you, I guess it just proves that any asshole can have some luck!” He pulled Dana to her feet and kissed her again on the mouth before shoving her into the living room and ordering Frank to do the same. “Okay, both of you strip,” Jack ordered, “and make it fuckin’ snappy, we don’t have all day here, I’ve got another white pussy comin’ up in a couple of hours!” Dana felt an instant pang of jealousy at the thought of another woman sucking Jack’s big black boner, but she knew better than to even act a little upset by that bit of bad news! When both of them were completely naked Jack casually fingered Dana’s drooling pussy while asking, “Hey, pussy, have you ever sucked a big cock?!?” Frank wasn’t quite sure he had heard correctly and asked in askance, “W-what do you mean by that???” “Jesus, baby, he is always this fucking stupid?!?” “I ask you a question, cunt, now answer me!!” With real fear now quickly spreading through him, Frank gulped loudly and replied, “N-no, never.” “Well,” Jack laughed while fingering Dana to a hard climax, “I guess now’s as good a time as any to start!!!”
Jack roughly shoved Dana onto the sofa before turning his attention to the now shaking Frank. “All right, pussy,” he said evenly, “on your fucking knees.” “I-I don’t want to!” Frank pleaded. “I don’t want to,” Jack mimicked in a high pitched falsetto voice, “I don’t give a good goddamn what you want, cunt, now get on your knees before I knock you down!” Frank gave one quick glance over to his wife who by now was mindlessly fingering her wide gaping pussy with utter abandon! “What are you looking at her for, cunt?!?” Jack snapped before driving his fist into Frank’s unready belly. With the air whistling out of him, Frank slipped to the floor gasping for breath! “Next time do as your told and you won’t get hurt,” Jack growled while grabbing Frank by the hair and pulling him to his knees. “Okay, pussy, open wide for papa!!!” Frank was stunned beyond feeling, so when the smooth soft head brushed against his lips he automatically opened his mouth and let it slip inside! “Mmmmmm, baby,” Jack sighed to Dana, “I can see why you married him, he sucks really good!!!” For Dana the sight before her was incredibly arousing! Her pussified husband was kneeling on the floor with a huge black pecker shoved down his worthless throat! For the first time since they arrived Dana spoke with a groan, “S-suck him, Frankie, suck him off!!!” “Oh god he tastes good, doesn’t he?!?”
For Frank the humiliation was more than he thought he could bear! What was even worse was that he actually was getting into it! “Hey, baby!” Jack laughed. “Look at the pussy’s pecker, “he’s hard as a fucking rock!!!” Dana dropped her eyes to her husband’s groin, and just as Jack had said stood Frank’s hard erection!!!” “Oh god,” she moaned, “he loves it just as much as I do!” Her finger was literally flying in and out of her hot wet box as another orgasm of unbelievable intensity racked her swollen pussy over and over again! Just hearing the hot pussied bitch having another cum was more than Jack could take, and while staring over at Dana’s spayed legs and wet cunt, his black piece of meat spasmed hard while filling Frank’s mouth with a gusher of burning goo!!! Even though his legs were the consistency of spaghetti Jack still had the presence of mind to make sure that the little cocksucker swallowed down every last drop!!!
Dana’s eyes had long since glazed over while watching her husband blow the powerful black stud. Now with his hands on his hips Jack returned his attention to Dana and her overheated pussy. Plopping down on the sofa next to her, Jack fisted his prick to another quick erection before ordering Dana to climb aboard to take him for a ride! Gingerly she positioned her bulging slit over his rock hard prick before slowly lowering herself onto it! Almost in unison they sighed deeply, savoring the sensation of massive black dick in tight white pussy! From his vantage point across the room Frank had a perfect view of his wife’s pretty pussy being impaled by what could only be described as a monster cock! Slowly at first Dana lifted her cute bottom up and down on the incredible thickness until after only a few minutes she was literally bouncing up and down on it like a pogo stick gone mad!!! Frank abhorred the thought of his wife being used by the black giant, but the guttural sound escaping his lips and of course the rhythmic pumping of his hard pecker gave him away! It was quite evident from the grunts and sighs that filled the room that all three of them were rushing towards organ wrenching orgasms! Frank thanks to his fast flying fist, and of course Jack and Dana courtesy of their entwined cock and pussy!
It was Dana who first let out with a animalistic groan that induced both men to let loose with fire hose like torrents of cum, Frank into the air and all over his belly, while Jack filled Dana’s defenseless little cunt to overflowing with another blast of his love juice! Dana literally passed out from the excitement of it all as she slumped over onto Jack’s powerful chest totally spent from the experience!!! After taking a moment to regain his senses Jack rolled Dana off his now deflated cock and ordered Jack, “Get this bitch out of here, I’ll see both of you next week!!!” Ten minutes later when the stunned pair climbed into their car Dana said softly, “Okay cocksucker, let’s go home!!!”

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Posted at 08:17, 2008-Mar-31
Dear Maggie,
Got your e-mail last night and just now found some time to answer you! It’s pretty warm in Chicago today, about 80 degrees F and not a cloud in the sky, unlike London, I’ll bet, with the fog and all!!! Couldn’t believe what you told me about your folks!!! If my dad tried to paddle mom, that would be it, she’d brain him with a frying pan!!! You say your mom really digs getting spanked??? Wow, I can’t imagine wanting to get whacked, I have too many memories of mom tanning my hide when I was growing up, that was enough for me!!! Glad to hear that you and Andy are back together, I’m still seeing Roy, and I have to tell ya, Mags, he’s hung like a horse!!!
He doesn’t act like he’s god’s gift or anything, he’s just so sweet that I love him to death!!! We haven’t gone all the way or anything, but he always sucks my boobs an fingers me!!! Last week my mom questioned me about how far Roy and I had gone, it was so embarrassing!!! After going over the usual birds and the bees stuff, she actually related to me the virtues of oral sex!!! My head was spinning let me tell you, thinking about her sucking daddy, holy shmoly, what a thought!!! I know they “do it”, but thinking of mom on her knees with daddy’s cock in her mouth is a little too much for me!!! Anyway, she is right, sucking is so much safer than intercourse, and you can still feel close to your partner without worrying about pregnancy etc!!! Well, I’m gonna sign off for now, looking forward to your next letter!!!
Bye for now,
Landri
Dear Landri,
It sounds as though your mum really cares about you, I know mine loves me, but she and I could never have the kind of talk you and your mum had!!! Oh, just another tidbit of info on the spanking, here in England it’s almost like a normal part of foreplay!!! I just happened to be going to the loo at three AM, and I heard poppa giving mum some hard ones on her bare bum!!! Believe me, she was loving every second of it, cuz I could hear her moaning, and it wasn’t from the pain!!!{hehehehehehehehe} When I came back out of the loo, the spanking had stopped and poppa was fucking {can I use that word in an e-mail???} mum like there was no tomorrow!!!
I stood in the hallway for five minutes or so getting all worked up listening to mum get the fucking of her life!!! I’d never heard them cum before, but mum acts bloody slutty begging for poppa to give it to her harder!!! After she came, she took daddy into her mouth and sucked him off!!! I practically ran to my room where I wanked myself off in about five seconds!!! You talk about a wet pussy, I was dripping like a hatter!!! I know you think we Brits are a little daft, but
sometimes when I do myself, I’ll take two of those springy clothes pins and clip them to my nipples!!! At first it hurts like the dickens, but the longer I rub my clit the more the pain turns to pleasure, kinda all mixed together, it’s hard to explain, but when I do it that way I cum a gusher!!!
Gotta go now, and you’re right, it is foggy in London town!!
Love ya,
Maggie
Dear Mags,
That clothes pin trick sounded brutal, are you nuts, girl, I much prefer Roy’s warm mouth and lips!!! I hafta tell ya about the other night!!! Roy and I were parked and making out, and he was trying to get my bra off, but couldn’t undo the clasp!!! Men are just so helpless!!! He was getting more and more frustrated and I though he was gonna rip it off me, but finally he begged me to help him!!! I teased him a little, but I was sure glad I took it off for him, cuz he sucked my nipples so hard I had an orgasm without him touching my pussy!!! I didn’t even know I could do that, but it was wonderful, like almost being out of control, kinda self induced, almost like if you cum in your sleep, it just happens, bang, out of the blue!!! That was something, you getting to hear your folks fucking {yes, Virginia, you can use that word in an e-mail!!!}, I’ve never done that, but my dad drives a truck and is gone a lot, and my mom has a vibrator she uses when he’s away, I know, cuz I’ve heard her using it, because I think my mom is very sexual, and needs a lot of orgasms to keep her happy!!! You know how it is late at night when everything is so quiet you can almost hear a pin drop, well, that vibrator sounds almost like a buzzer on an alarm clock at two in the morning!!! One time she had it on for over and hour straight!!! She must have had it inside of her, cuz once I tried it when she was gone, and believe me, two minutes with that little hummer on your clit and it’s over, climax city, baby!!! It’s time for me to go to work, so I’ll seeya!!!
Landri
Dear Landri,
You mum must have had the extra long lasting batteries in her vibe, but let me tell ya, hon, those little plastic shakers can be an absolute life saver!!! I picked one up in Soho last summer and use it at least two or three times a week!!! In fact, it came in a kit with two of them, a bigger one to do your clit and fuck yourself with, and a really small one that you can put inside you and just leave it there!!! Just the other day I put it in just before supper!!! I had a orgasm right at the table with my whole family around, it was hard to just sit there and have this huge explosion going off in your cunt while at the same time passing the pudding to mum!!! My hand was shaking like a leaf but she never even noticed!!! Andy took me to the cinema last week end, and of course I had my little “jewel” in my cunt!!! I kept stiffening up when I’d cum, and the poor dear kept asking me if I was cold or something, and I’d say, no, hon, in fact I’m a little on the warm side!!! In the car afterwards he was begging me to wank him off, but I turned the tables on him and pulled out my big vibe!!! He thought right away he was going to get to use it on my cunt, but I made him take down his trousers and take it up his little bum hole!!! He squealed like a little oinker, but his pecker got really hard and spurted all over with my hummer up his ass!!! I don’t mind getting my bum smacked a little bit, but I’m afraid that I really have a lot of domination in me, and any man that has me will have to pay the price!!! I felt so powerful when I fucked Andy’s ass with my vibe, and seeing him being made to crawl for me, it was heaven!!! When I got home late that night, while slipping up the stairs to my room, I could see a light through the crack in mum’s bedroom!!! I was going to reach in and shut it off, but she was laying on the bed with her vibe stuck inside of her pussy!!! She has big boobs, and had a nipple in her mouth while she fucked herself!!! I still had my little hummer in my pussy, so I got incredibly hot watching mum do herself!!! When she finally got off, I was right there with her, feeling my chest up under

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my sweater, and having a big one in my wet cunt!!! Is that crazy or what, having a simultaneous orgasm with my mum!!! Okay, that’s it for now, this is Maggie signing off, bye!!!
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