I knew I was wet. Very wet. I just could not believe she was getting me so excited. Her finger edged inside me and suddenly she was flicking my clit, ...nd still rubbing my bottom and legs with her free hand. I moaned as she took me to within a whisker of orgasm. Was she going to let me cum? She did. I gasped out loud as she kept flicking my clit and running her fingers along my vagina. It was a most incredibly erotic cumming. Me across my chummy mummy’s lap and with a bottom that was stinging. “Come here and lick my flaps” said Jane. I didn’t need telling twice and I dropped to my knees in front of her wide-open pussy which was glistening in the lights. I was aware that all the guys were close behind me as I began to let my tongue slowly rove over her sweet-tasting vaginal opening. I teased each pussy-lip in turn, then concentrated on her clitoris, increasing the pressure. “Oh, that’s fucking lovely, Alan,” she said “now do my arse for a bit.” I lowered my face slightly and began to. . I awoke to a pussy on my mouth, riding my face, while a very slick snatch entrapped my cock, much to my delight. I didn’t really care whose twat covered my lips, as I slid my tongue inside it, devouring it with as much fervor as I would lick a soft-serve ice cream cone or eat a pudding. The owner of said cunt definitely didn’t object to my oral attentions, as I licked her repeatedly, soon adding her taint and her butt-crack to my menu for the extra flavor. Nor did the owner of the slit. I didn’t keep score but I’m sure it was a record. That’s how it started. Two months and about a hundred repeats later, Chastity moved in with me. The first six months or so I think we did it at least once a day, sometimes more. Morning and night, we couldn’t keep our hands off one another. I liked her squeals and shrieks at first, but after a year or so I began tired of hearing her announce "I'm coming!" to the whole building. I was getting strange looks from the old woman next door. It’s a.