Page 7 of Training Tracey

Swallowing back tears of shame and embarrassment, Tracey forced herself to speak. “Mrs Burton… I think… I think I need a little help?”

Amanda needed no explanation. In truth, she had been pleasantly surprised at how quickly Tracey had gone on her own. She had the general idea. Experience would fill in the blanks. All she needed was guidance and a bit of refining.

“Okay, now, watch closely,” she instructed, shifting to kneel between her husband's legs. “You have the right idea, but there’s no need to rush. Men like to be teased and worked up. The longer you keep him going, the stronger his orgasm will be.” Demonstrating her point, Amanda bent down and began lightly kissing and licking his tip until Mark felt as if he was going to burst.

“Amanda…oh God…so good!” he gasped, his head rolling back in sheer pleasure as he felt her tongue dance across his velvety head before wrapping him in its warmth as ever so slowly, she began taking his cock into her mouth. There, Mark found he was incapable of words and his eyes visibly rolled back into his skull. The feeling of her tongue wrapped around him, massaging him into a delirium too great for him to stand. Struggling against the pleasure, he managed to moan, “Amanda… more…more” before losing himself again as he felt his dick hit the back of her mouth.

Smiling inwardly at his desperate plea, Amanda slowly pulled away and flashed a sultry smile at Tracey. “Care to join me?”

Nodding, not trusting herself to speak, Tracey moved in beside the older woman. Together, they eyed his erect cock with obvious desire and began licking and sucking his member together. Mark, shocked by the sudden feeling of two mouths sliding over his sensitised flesh, was unsure of what to do with his hands. Grabbing fresh fistfuls of the bedsheets, he had to fight the urge to watch them as strands of curly gold and silky raven hair tickled his stomach and inner thighs.

Together, they feasted on him.

Tracey eagerly followed the older woman’s example, licking his shaft from the base to just below his tip, while Amanda busied herself with his balls, gently sucking one into her mouth. Slathering it with her tongue, she then released it, moving on to the other. She repeated this again and again until Tracey switched to kissing his tip, slowly taking him back into her mouth. His cock was so sensitive from being repeatedly brought to the brink that Mark could feel even the slightest attention to his arousal. The feeling of teeth lightly scraping over his crown was almost more than he could stand. He so badly wanted to look at them, to watch Tracey’s head bob up and down, his stiff member disappearing and reappearing through her luscious pink lips while his wife all but swallowed his testicles. Instead, his eyes were shut tight and his head was pressed back into the pillow.

He couldn't remember it ever being this good.

Swinging had never been his thing. When some of Amanda’s friends had told her about the lifestyle, she had been enthralled with the idea. Mark had just assumed it was because all her friends were doing it, but he hadn’t jumped at the thought of sleeping around. Amanda had known this almost as soon as she’d suggested it, but he had gone along with it just to make her happy. Much to his relief, his wife seemed far more interested in watching him shagging other women than welcoming other men between her legs. He never denied that he didn’t mind being watched, but the sex had been lacking all the same. It had always felt more mechanical than passionate and he'd never really been into it, just going through the motions. It had been nothing like this.

“Oh fuck! Mmm -yeah just like- oh shit, I’m going to cum!” he cried, his tone guttural, as the pleasure grew so intense he was pushed over the brink.

Tracey heard the desperation in his tone. She knew what was about to happen and it filled her with such a feeling of pride and conquest to know that she had done this to him. She wasn’t ready to swallow, though. That was a step too far out of her comfort zone.

“Don’t you dare,” Amanda hissed, a wild glint flashing in her eyes as she seized a fistful of the girl’s hair, forcing her down and his cock to slide all the way into her mouth. “Come on, swallow every drop.”

Eyes widening in panic, Tracey tried to resist, but it was already too late. She swallowed instinctively as the first shot of Mr Burton’s cum hit the back of her throat, filling her mouth with his thick, salty cream. Oblivious in his release, Mark’s hips rolled as he rode his climax.

“That’s it baby, isn’t she such a good little cock-sucker?” Amanda urged her husband on, the throbbing in her clit growing stronger as she felt the resistance ebb out of Tracey. “Yeah, give her all your cum.”

“So…so good,” Mark panted, dark spots dancing before his eyes. Fuck, he hadn’t cum that hard in years.

Totally into it, Tracey licked Mark’s cock clean with ravenous hunger, like she was licking melting ice cream on a hot summer day. It wasn’t a particularly sweet or pleasant flavour, but there was something about its saltiness that grew on her as she drank every drop he had to give.

“Good girl,” Amanda praised, letting the girl up while assessing her husband. Reeling from the force of his delayed release, Mark lay breathless on the bed, but he was still half hard and ready to go again. Capable, she decided, but nowhere near ready for what she had in mind.

Amanda turned and kissed Tracey full and hard and with all the raw sexual energy that the night had left sizzling through her core. She tasted as sweet as ever, like strawberries and cream, seasoned with Mark’s saltiness. The memory that her mouth had been wrapped around her husband’s cock just a moment ago excited her all the more.

Taken by surprise, the girl was motionless at first, then the older woman’s tongue found hers and reality caught up. She squeaked in surprise, her body stiffening, but Amanda pulled her in close. She abandoned Tracey’s lips in favour of capturing a pink nipple with her tongue. Already madly aroused, Tracey arched and tossed her head back in a cascade of gold, moaning long and low as they tumbled back into the bed’s embrace.

“Mmm… Such beautiful tits,” Amanda purred, sucking and tonguing the ripe bud. Tracey’s fervour grew.

“No-oh! Don’t say that, it’s embarisi-oh there, right there!”

“Yeah, you like that? Want more?”

“Yes… oh God, oh God!” The whole world seemed to burst with light, heat, and pleasure as Mrs Burton’s finger slid into her, curling up to tease her g-spot while the pad of her thumb manipulated her clit. “...Feels so good… please, more, I want more!”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Amanda cooed, glancing across the bed to Mark. He was transfixed, his cock rapidly returning to full mast. She grinned inwardly. “I’ll give you more.” And she pulled away.

Tracey felt close, and her eyes snapped open. She immediately made to grab Mrs Burton’s retreating hand, desperate to bring those fingers back. She’d fuck herself on them if that was what it took for her to get off. Amanda just batted her hand away and settled herself between the girl’s thighs.

“Be patient sweetie, I promise you’re going to love this.” With a seductive smile, she pulled the girl’s right leg over her left, while hooking her own over hers. “And I think you can call me Amanda now.”

“Mrs Bur- Amanda, what are you-?” The question died as their pussies kissed.

It was an odd sensation, all friction and heat, but one that elected moans from them both. So she might tease her husband just that little bit longer. Amanda rocked their bodies together, the position just right for their clits to grind together.

“Oh fuck!” Tracey moaned, arching her back and crying out in ecstasy, the pleasure hitting her like the waves of a tempest, crashing over her fast and hard. "Yes…fuck me...fuck me...oh God...yes!"

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