Spunk Mouth

During my play with her nipples, Karen had started massaging
my dick again. Though it was still restrained by my swim trunks,
I felt it jump as Karen squeezed it lightly, and gasped a bit
with the feeling. Karen then broke our kiss and moved back
slightly. She got up and went over to the TV. I moved over to
the TV as well and pressed my hips forward against her ass as she
bent over and took the tape out. As she stood up, tape in hand,
I thrust my hips even further forward and reached both hands
around to cup her breasts and brush her nipples.
Karen twisted around in my arms and nestled her hips against
mine. I could feel her breasts, tipped by erect nipples, press
against my chest. She kissed me lightly and mentioned that there
was a VCR in the bedroom. I was tempted to pick her up by her
hips, so that she would lock her legs around me, and carry her
into the bedroom. However, appropriate as that seemed, I also
knew I probably wasn’t quite strong enough. Rather than upset
the mood by dropping her halfway there, I tilted my head towards
the hallway and followed her into the bedroom.

As the blonde in the movie was moaning with her orgasm, I
slipped my right hand down from Karen’s hair to untie her bikini
top. As we broke our first kiss, Karen arched her back, causing
her breasts to “present” themselves. As a result, the strings of
her bikini top came most of the way around from her back and
ended hanging loosely down her sides. When she relaxed and
hunched her shoulders a bit, the skimpy blue top fell completely
off. She tossed it to the floor and smiled a wicked grin as my
eyes popped.
Her breasts, fully revealed and unsupported, were at least a
‘C’ cup and most likely a ‘D’ cup. They hung ever so slightly
and met naturally at her sternum. Her aureoles were a medium-
sized and slightly darker pink than her large, erect nipples. We
moved closer and started another passionate kiss. With my left
hand, I traced an inward spiral over the smooth skin of her
breast, arousing a shiver, and took the nipple between the base
of my second and third finger. Then, cupping her breast but also
stimulating her nipple directly, I moved my hand in little
circles, sometimes pulling the nipple outwards.

The blonde still had one hand working on her breasts, but
was now also had a hand playing with her belly, pubic hair, and,
every once in a while, dipping down to rub along her downy-haired
slit. As this was going on, I had been sort of splitting my
attention between the TV and Karen. My dick had gotten even
harder as Karen spread her legs a bit, allowing me to see a
growing wet spot at her crotch. She also was lightly running her
fingers along the outline of her bikini top and sometimes over
and around her hard nipples. Her nipples, if possible, grew more
erect and pushed almost as hard against her bikini top as my cock
pushed against my swim trunks. When the black-haired woman
orgasmed from her husband’s attention, the scene cut to the
daughter, who was approaching her orgasm as well, with two
fingers pumping in and out of her dripping pussy lips.
I got up, thinking I should have earlier, and sat down next
to Karen. I reached my right hand around her shoulder into her
blond tresses and ran the other down to trace along the bottom of
one breast. I felt her lips vibrate with a muffled moan as I
covered them with mine. With my left hand, I traced over to the
other breast, spiralled in to the nipple, and gently pulled it
between two fingers. One of Karen’s hands slipped down to my
trunks and began to rub my cock through the short. Our tongues
were alternately entwined and probing.

Still playing like nothing was happening, Karen went over to
the sink and filled our glasses with water. I stood behind her,
reached over her shoulder to get my glass, and pressed my hips
against her ass, nestling my dick between her ass cheeks. She
pressed her hips backwards and rotated them a bit as she filled
her glass.
Still playful, neither of us making a major move, though
both clearly wanted to, we went in to the living room and sat
down, Karen on the couch, me on another couch facing her. Karen
then got up and bent _way_ over to turn on the TV. Her bikini
bottom slipped further up her ass cheeks and, from my vantage
point, I could see the outline of her swelling pussy lips. She
stood back up and started the VCR. She had obviously been
watching the porno tape earlier, since it started in the middle
of scene. It was actually switching between two scenes, one of a
very vocal woman with long black hair and medium-sized breasts
being eaten by her husband, the other of a blonde with larger
breasts (supposedly their daughter, I guess) listening to the
couple and masturbating. When the movie first started up, the
blonde was running her hands over her breasts, milking them
upwards, tweaking and massaging her erect nipples. The other
woman’s moans as she was given a tongue-lashing were clearly
evident. Then, the scene cut to the couple, as the man sucked on
the woman’s clit and lightly tongued it back and forth. Then
woman’s moans got louder and the scene cut back to the blonde.