"Hm-hmm! I don't speak French, but I can imagine what he could have said."
"Probably."
We snickered and kissed again. I retrieved my tongue and said:
"Now it's my turn. Sorry, my tongue isn't long enough to do anything like that."
"But your cock is, will be, ... better want to be, then."
"Um-hmm, then, but now I want to taste you."
She chuckled again, as she crawled up over my face. Her pussy was already moist, and not from her having washed it. Oh, and she must have shaved it that morning - with Sans' watching?
"Tastes good already," I murmured.
"Um-hmm," she agreed cheerfully.
I was in no mood to prolong my pleasure, and hers too, of course. When my tongue began to twitch over her clitoris, I recalled my thoughts when twitching Marge's nipples. I reached up to find Anna's, but first grasping her sides to raise her enough so that I could remark:
"Don't know if you'll get both of them sucked."
She snorted and grabbed my wrists, pulling my hands to her breasts and then encouraging my fingers to play with her nipples. Maybe nipples and clitorises aren't so similar. The latter are more fun to lick and taste better. Not really, but my tongue could find where she did taste better and enjoy tasting it on her clitoris, until I had to refresh the taste.
"Tastes good," she murmured with a chuckle.
"Uhn-hnnn!" I agreed, appreciating that she understood why I was doing it, then recognizing that she must do the same when she was licking Marge's pussy. If Sans and I did it to each other like they did to us, it was only logical that they did it to each other like I was doing. What's good for the goose is good for the gander. Have to tell her - all of them - that later.
Taste her again and then make her moan. She did, her hands encouraging my fingers to roll and squeeze her nipples. Then one of them disappeared. It brushed up my chest, touched my chin; only one place it could be heading. Should I have thought to rub her asshole? Maybe I eventually would have, but if she wanted to ... Oh yes, she had the day she arrived, when Marge had left us alone. Help yourself, help me. You know what feels good.
"Uhn-hnnn!" she responded, surely not to my thoughts, but to what her fingers were doing.
She began to moan each time she exhaled, and her pelvis began to twitch, her pussy contracting.
I love it when a woman comes in my mouth! But most of her pussy juice flooded my chin, running down warm on my neck, and another spurt! But so good to know that it was being good for her; I was doing it for her, not for me, like she had done it for me. And how good!
She groaned and dropped down towards the head of the bed, turning her pussy from my mouth, as she supported herself on her arms. She moaned. I took a deep breath and sighed, pleased with my success. It couldn't have been as good for her as what she had done, but we weren't finished yet!
Another moan and sigh. My hand found my cock; yes, aroused. Another softer sighing moan from her, and then a snort, and she asked - more a demand:
"Where is it? Fuck." She didn't like that word.
She was moving back down over me. It was very easy to find her wet opening with my cock. We both more growled than moaned as it slipped into her; her pussy had been wanting a cock in it, and my cock had just been waiting to be there. She rocked her hips down, and in went in up to the hilt, well, like that, our pubic hairs pressing together. She dropped down with an impassioned expression, that apparently didn't allow the smile or grin I was expecting, and gave another growling moan. But then the corners of her lips twitched, and she murmured:
"God, that was good, but this is better, will be."
As I nodded, she planted a kiss on my lips, her tongue seeking mine. It didn't have to go far to find it; mine wanting to caress hers. Moans, her pussy making my cock surge. She chuckled and retrieved her tongue and murmured:
"Even if you can suck only one at time."
As she started to move to let me, I urged her to let us sit up. She did. It helped that her hips pressed on my thighs to let me follow her, feeling my cock press even a little deeper in her tight pussy. She leaned back in my arms, and I lowered my head and found one of her nipples. Not as good as her clitoris, but still very good, and she moaned appreciatively, and her pussy squeezed my cock. Suck the other one, too, since she couldn't have them both sucked at once.
Nice, feeling her pussy tighten around my cock, and nice, because I knew I could enjoy the anticipation until we wanted to really fuck - sitting like this? Any way, however she wanted; it would be the best way. Till then, however, I could tickle her asshole. She gave a chuckling moan, and I felt her nod. Not just her asshole contracted.
"Un-hnn!" I responded and sucked harder on her nipple, catching it with my teeth. She liked that too, responding with a sharp "oooh!" but then moaning. Her asshole relaxed and drew in again, inviting my fingertip to follow. Of course, I knew that felt arousing. It and her pussy tightened again. My cock couldn't go any deeper, but when they relaxed, my finger could. She moaned with another chuckle, nodding again. That happened again. Why does that feel arousing? But it does, and not just for her asshole.
I was about to suck her other nipple again, when she gave a deeper moan and pushed me back. We dropped down on the bed, forcing my mouth to leave her breast, but then her tongue was in it, firm and wagging, finding mine, and mine hers. Fucking with our tongues, in my mouth and then in hers, and then with our hips - and my finger.
Maybe her throat was not tighter than her pussy! It couldn't squeeze the length of my cock the way her pussy did, when our hips slapped together and held still for a moment to let us both feel it. But we only did that a couple of times, both with chuckling moans, and then they were slapping together again, as hard and fast as they could, my finger trying to keep up with them.
We came! All wet and spurting. my cock in her pussy; her pussy flooding warm pussy juice on the base of my cock and running down between my thighs, as I grunted, and she gasped and groaned. Her head dropped down next to mine, and she collapsed on me, our stomachs pressing together as we recovered with deep breaths and sighing moans.
As she managed to extend her legs without losing my cock, I suddenly regretted that sex with my wife had never been so good, but then assuaged myself with the thought that I hadn't known it could be, that I was very luck to now know, that Anna was even much luckier to know already.
When our breathing returned to normal, she nodded silently. Then she must have recognized that my wilted cock was still in her pussy. It wasn't, after she tried to squeeze it. We both snorted, our stomachs moving on each other. She raised her head and kissed me, just a little better than a friendly kiss, and then moved off me, lying with her thigh over mine and her arm around me. I was glad that she didn't say anything, just rubbing my side, since I didn't know what to say. I rubbed her back in response. "Um-hmm," she responded. I agreed, and we just lay there.
We dozed off, at least, I did. She must have too; since I was awakened when she murmured:
"Oh, here."
Her hand rubbed my side again. For sure, I didn't want to know where else she could have been thinking she was. With Sans? Her father? Anyone else? I replied softly, hoping my voice would confirm what she was thinking:
"Um-hmm, here, as good as it could have been."
"Mmmm! Oh yes!"
Her hand rubbed again, and mine did. Then she murmured:
"Shouldn't have said that."
"I wondered."
"You're both so good. Oh, really shouldn't have said that!"
"That's all right. After last night, why not? I don't mind."
She rubbed me again and murmured:
"That's good. Thanks."
I rubbed her back, holding her a little closer, thinking: damned, if I were thirty years younger ...? But I wasn't.
"Covers, sleep?" she murmured.
"Um-hmm."
She sat up and drew the covers up from the foot of the bed, and rolled over with her back to me. I curled up behind her and held her breast. She put her hand on mine, and we said good night and fell asleep.
Like the night before with Marge, we separated and slept without disturbing each other until the morning. I was awakened by the feeling of her moving closer behind me and her arm then sliding around me. I found her hand, showing that I was awake, then wondering about my cock. I didn't want to move to check, but usually when I thought about it in the morning, I then felt whether I had to go or not. I didn't. Her fingers moved on me, and she murmured:
"Awake?"
