Presently, I focus my attention on her clit. I begin
planting tiny, sucking kisses upon her joy-button. Her fingers
stop pulling at my hair, but she holds my head, as if she can’t
decide to pull me in or push me away. Shortly, I feel quivers
race through her legs with each kiss I plant.
I slip my right hand between her thighs in such a way that I
can insert my thumb in her pussy and press my middle finger
against the rosebud of her anus. My thumb slides all the way
into her lust-slick love tunnel, and I begin to wiggle the tip in
time with the music.
Now, the girl’s fingers begin to claw at the back of my
head. Her nails slowly dig into my flesh, as she starts to
shudder uncontrollably. I feel her breath coming in gasps. Her
knees are shaking so that I fear that she might fall.

I feel a shudder run through my companion. The kiss is
released and she draws air sharply between her teeth. She,
again, moves her luscious buttocks, releasing my ridged member.
She pulls my hand away from her crotch and turns in my arms to
face me. She then kisses me thoroughly, pushing down on my
shoulders until I’m kneeling. Widening her legs again, she grabs
a double handful of my hair and pulls my face into her dripping
crotch.

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I’m a little startled when the back of my thumb slides
across her hot, wet, clean shaven cunt. I let my surprise show
somehow, as my gray-eyed lover giggles and gives my prick a
couple of quick squeezes.
Thus encouraged, I hike the hem of her mini-dress a bit and
begin to slide my fingers across her slippery cunt. The hot
wetness of her flows over my questing fingers. I hear her moan
gently as against my ear as the middle finger slips between her
labia. She readjusts her stance. My middle finger finds the
opening of her vagina; my thumb, the button of her clit.

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We wait for about half an hour as the stage is reset for
Jethro Tull. The tension of anticipation is like a physical
thing filling the arena; I feel as if I could float on it.
Then the house lights dim, and the tension boils away in the
roar of the crowd.
The arena is black as pitch, and the crowd has settled into
its final configuration, when the first notes of the piano intro
to “Locomotive Breath” push their way through the crowd noise. A
few of us recognize the song from the first few notes and cry out
in joy and appreciation. Others don’t realize what they are
listening to until the first whining guitar riffs have faded into
reverberating feedback.
Then the stage is ablaze with light as the lead guitar is
banging out the opening bar of the song proper. Ian Anderson is
dancing around the stage, twirling his silver flute as if it were
a baton. The drums and bass are hammering out the beat as the
rhythm guitar is doing that rhythm thing.

We rested for a moment exhausted from our orgasms. She smiled at me and I
knew the night’s fun had only just begun. She reached out for my sopping
cunt and began to slowly drive her middle finger in and out. I shivered at
the sensation coming so close on the heels of my second coming. I knew she
was going to plinge her fingers into my ass. No one had ever tried that
before but this woman had made me so hot that I desperately wanted her to
fill every hole.
As she pushed her finger lubricated with my cum into my asshole, I came
almost immediately. She held her fingers to her lips and licked all of my
juices of them. My breath became ragged as I watched the pink of her
tongue as it ate my cum.
“Do you forgive me?” she asked. “Oh yea,” I answered. “You have made me
incredibly hot. All I can think about is coming again and again. My breast
feel like they are on fire.”
“I can make you come and come but maybe we could find someplace a little
more comfortable.”
That simple request brought me up short. I suddenly recalled my sleeping
children and my husband lying unaware of the night’s activity. My
husband…what a clever idea.
“Would you mind some more company?” I asked her slyly I took her hand firmly
in mine and we stood up from the spotless linoleum. We embraced. And
walked hand in hand, quietly down the hall in the dark.
I silently checked each of the children’s doors to make sure they were
shut tightly. Finally, we reached my bedroom. I opened the door slowly,
seeing my husband outlined by the nightlight we always kept burning. I
whispered to my companion who went to the side of the bed and climbed in
next to my husband.
I climbed in the other side. Together we dove under the covers and found
his naked cock. We began to lick it together, our tongues touching as we
worked our way around its slowly swelling length.
My husband stirred in his sleep. My companion purred at the feel of his
cock. He was almost to full erection and I could tell she was impressed
with the size of him.
“MMMMMMM, honey that’s good,” he said. “What the…what are you doing? Who
is that with you.”
We both giggled but didn’t come out from under the covers. “Just lay back
and relax. I’ll explain it all to you later.” His reply was lost in
pleasure as my partner began serious work on his fully erect cock.
She booded her head up and down on him, swallowing him whole with every
thrust. I could see she knew just how to pleasure a man.
I spread his legs and began licking his balls and ass with my tongue. He
spread his leg to give me the added depth I reguired. I knew he was not far
from coming. The unexpected thrill of two mouths on his cock in the middle
of the night was proving overwhelming. I shifted position so that I could
lick the sides of his huge cock every time my partner let it slide out of
her mouth.
He was so close to coming. I could tell by the way he swelled even more
that he couldn’t hold out much longer. “I’m going to shoot my cum,” he
cried out. It was so intense with two tongues and mouths sucking and
pulling at him. He came in spurts of white cream. The woman swallowed most
of it but small amounts slid down his shaft. I licked them up hungrily.
“Oh, God. That was too much,” my husband said. God, who is under there
with you?
We giggled and came out from under the covers. In the glow of the
nightlight my husband saw my burgular for the first time. “Who the hell
are you?”
“Oh, she’s a burgular,” I answered. “What?”
“Nevermind you don’t need to know who she is just what she can do,” I
reassurred him.
We both put our hands on his dwindling cock. He wasn’t going to get of of
the hook that easily.