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The harrowing march to Beshenna begins.
"Go away. We're busy." I heard her call out, and then I heard the door close. The thrill of the near interruption, combined with what my tongue was doing, caused her juices to run even more freely and she started fucking into my face more strongly.
After relishing the fresh juices, and beginning to lick her other pussy lip, Heather said "See, George, I told you people would go away if we said we were busy." I hoped she was right but I was having too much fun to care very much.
By the time I had licked to the end of her other inner pussy lip, Heather's head was tossing back and forth on the pillow; she was moaning from pleasure and her ass was rocking back and forth on the display bed while her pussy fucked up into my face stronger than ever. I could tell she was getting close to cumming.
Suddenly, I heard a shrill female voice behind me asking "What do you people think you are doing?" It seemed like a silly question to me, because anybody would see what we were doing but Heather answered her anyhow.
"We're trying out the bedroom. You wouldn't buy a car without a test drive, would you? Well, we wouldn't buy a house without trying it out either."
From the thrill of knowing we were being watched by the woman, and probably her husband too because usually couples inspect homes together, Heather was almost cumming. I drew her clit into my mouth and started sucking on it while licking the engorged sides and top. A minute later, there was a sudden thrust of a very wet pussy into my face and a pair of hands pressed on the back of my head, pressing my face into the pussy. Even if I had wanted to move my face, I wouldn't have been able to because Heather's legs were squeezing the sides of my head. Her ass rocked from side to side and front to back and up and down while her legs jerked from side to side, carrying my head with them until Heather climaxed with a great spasm of her body.
A minute later, right after I had finished feasting on all the delectable juices that were flowing from her pussy, Heather spoke to the woman again. "This bedroom seems to work fine. Do you and your husband want to try it out?"
The same shrill voice said "You people are sick!" and a moment later I heard the door slam.
"I guess she doesn't want to, George. I was right, though. I really loved the way you ate my pussy on this bed. Now we have to see how it is for fucking."
Although I never turn down a legitimate request from one of my lady friends, there was some doubt as to whether this was a legitimate request. Nevertheless, I have a certain quirky side to me, although not as much as Heather has, and I was horny from eating her delicious pussy. After taking a condom from my pants pocket, where I always carry at least one, I pulled my pants and underwear down around my knees, put on the condom and got back on the bed between her legs.
The thought of what we had been doing and were going to be doing had Heather really turned on and her pussy was already lubricating. She held her pussy lips open while I guided my cock into her wet, inviting opening. Just as I had made the initial entry, I heard a deep voice saying "Oh, my God! Mabel! Mabel! Keep the kids outa here, there's some crazy people in here."
Heather's pussy was even wetter than it had been and my cock slid in easily and I was just drawing it back out when I heard a woman's voice, presumably Mabel's, demanding to know what we were doing. I don't see how they were able to have kids if they didn't know what we were doing.
"Don't you people believe in knocking?" Heather scolded the intruders. "We're trying out the house and we need some privacy." We had just barely started fucking and she was already thrusting her pussy back to meet my strokes.
"I'm gonna call the cops." The man announced and they closed the door. Presumably, they left, closing the door behind them but my back was to the door and I couldn't see what had happened and I was too busy helping Heather try out the bed to want to find out.
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