Message-ID: <7530eli$9801191718@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "ass.reposter" X-Good-Total-Length: yes Subject: RP: Birdwathcers (Best stories from my archive) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: somogy1@hotmail.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="BIRDWTC.TXT" Content-Disposition: inline; filename="BIRDWTC.TXT" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34C3012C.685E@cms.khvm.hu> BIRDWATCHERS The first time she realized that she could see into his apartment was when he had just stepped from the shower and was toweling himself leisurely while looking through what was probably a magazine. She could well imagine what kind of magazine it was by the state of his penis. She felt a faint pang of guilt as she continued to look across the dark space that separated their houses, but continued to sit quietly in the dark as he casually stroked the length of his now full erection. He milked a drop of liquid from it and brought it to the tip of his tongue. She licked her own lips in sympathetic anticipation. The man takes his pleasure fully where he finds it, she said to herself. With a start, she realized that she, too, had been absently touching herself, more fascinated than aroused by the sight of a mature man playing with himself. She had never before actually spied on a naked man and it gave her a strange feeling of power to be able to so surreptitiously invade his privacy. He was far from Adonis, but he was much more than adequate. As he sat on the edge of the bed reading the magazine, he spread his legs and slowly and methodically ran his hand up and down the length of his cock. She watched as he wet his hand with saliva and sinuously rubbed it into the head of his cock. Spreading her lips with two fingers, she did the same to her clitoris and felt it respond to the touch of her slippery fingers. No, he was no Adonis, but she wanted him more than any other man in the world at that moment. She watched his hands run from the base of his balls to the head of his cock and back again. His movements were slow and sure. She had always thought men jerked off fast and hard, like George Pauley had showed her when they were in the back of his Nova. She had been fascinated with the sight of his bobbing penis and made him turn on the overhead light to show it to her. She remembered, he had stopped suddenly, shy and ashamed as if just realizing what he was doing in front of her. She ended up finishing what he had started, her arm soon tiring from the awkward strokes she administered. When he came, large drops of come stained her sweater and she went home in dread that her mother would see it and know what she had been doing. George had been young and inexperienced as a lover, but this man exhibited a sensuous technique that hinted at touch of a master! Abruptly, the man rose and disappeared from sight, and the room went dark. Later, she sat back in bed, reading a chapter from a paper-back novel before sleep. As her fingers found the sensitive fold of skin beside her clitoris, she closed her eyes and thought of his hands moving along the length of his penis as she stared. As her fingers moved feverishly, his hands became hers and a bit of saliva on his fingertips became her lips; two fingers from her other hand became his penis sliding into her wet vagina, feeling the muscles squeeze them again and again as the feeling at the base of her clitoris began to spread through her abdomen. As the wave of her climax began, she put her drenched fingers in her mouth and savored the musky taste of her juices, remembering other nights when those fingers had been a penis and her clitoris had been excited by the lips and tongue... But all that was past history. The memories were sweet, to be sure. But they were only memories and they were linked with others that were not so sweet. It had been a long time since she had let herself go free with anyone, and had not thought about it very much. Seeing her anonymous neighbor tonight seemed to have kindled a spark she had forgotten. It would be very nice, she mused, to be able to make love to a complete stranger exactly the way she wanted, for as long as she wanted, and with no obligations or remorse. Of such things were fairy tales written! She reached to turn out the light and, for no special reason, looked at her curtains to assure they were drawn. Of course, they were. She always kept her bedroom curtains drawn. Only middle-aged exhibitionists who got off masturbating for hard-up old maids left their curtains open with the lights on, she mused to herself. She looked at them again; a small powder box on her windowsill had prevented them from closing all the way and left a small Vee of light between them. It was almost too small for her to see. There was no chance that anyone would have been able to see in. For a moment, she wished that someone would have.... She closed her eyes and settled into her pillow, the smell of her vagina still clinging to her fingers. Her tongue snaked out to lick them off one last time before sleep. It was one of her most luscious secrets. She loved the taste of herself! The hot shower and some unbidden memories had brought some interesting sensations to his penis and his hands had innocently nurtured them until the familiar sensations of orgasm began to flash. Abruptly, he stopped and turned off the bedroom light. He still had work to do and not much time for playing with himself. Perhaps later he might indulge. He pushed the thoughts from his mind and went back to his den to work. The story was coming slowly - no great gushes of inspiration. After a while, he stopped fighting it and went to the kitchen for a cup of tea before turning in. Under his robe, his penis was still partially aroused - in fact, it had been most of the night. It was an annoyance he sometimes had to live with. In his darkened bedroom, he noticed for the first time that his curtains were open. He shook his head and went to the window. There was just too much on his mind lately. Before drawing them, he looked out at the dark night. Across the way, he could see a triangle of light where someone had not pulled their drapes together all the way. He could see movement of some sort behind them and smiled to himself. There was a difference between a Peeping Tom and a voyeur of opportunity. He wasn't sure what it was, and didn't care. His binoculars showed him that a very sensuous lady was enjoying herself in the supposed privacy of her bedchambers. The opening was just large enough for him to see occasional glimpses of her thigh and her hand busy at her vagina. For a brief moment, she spread her legs wide and he saw that she had both hands at work on herself. His robe was open by now and his penis was raging for satisfaction. He gripped it tightly and felt the head swell with blood and power as he looked at the soft flesh of her labia, spread wide by her delicate fingers, faithfully caught by the lens of the binoculars. Then her legs closed and the lovely view disappeared. But the movement became more and more frantic and he knew she was coming. The knowledge was too much and he stroked his penis faster and faster, matching the rhythm of his unseen neighbor. As her legs opened once more, he felt the fury of his own orgasm coming on and staring through the glasses, let it erupt as his hand stroked faster and faster, his balls bouncing between his legs. As the thrusting of the woman's pelvis signaled that she was coming, great globs of semen spurted from his penis and splashed on his stomach and thighs. Still watching the beautiful vignette, he caught a large globule on his fingers and rubbed it on his tongue, wishing he was licking the exciting lips of the vagina he had been watching. The taste of his come was on his lips when he saw the broad expanse of her behind as she rolled over to reach for the light. She was not small, but had the full Valkyrie body he especially loved. The tiny Vee winked out and the world was dark. He sat back and inhaled deeply. For the first time in a very long time, he felt both excited and satisfied. Just before he dropped off to sleep, an idea occurred to him and he smiled to himself. The first thing she did when she returned from work was to open the package someone had left in front of her door. There was no note and no label. Inside the package was a rather expensive pair of binoculars. A tiny card said "From One Birdwatcher to Another". That was all. The second thing she did was to look out her bedroom window. She did not expect to see anything, of course, but visions of the man stroking his penis had come to her throughout the day at the most inopportune moments. The curtains were closed, as they had been when she had gotten up that morning. She took off her clothes and hung them up while waiting for a TV dinner to cook. She had planned to go to a lecture that evening, but the speaker had canceled at the last minute and her evening no consisted of prime time television and the rest of the novel. She decided against the television and turned on the FM radio. She greatly preferred Progressive Jazz to situation comedy. The novel, on the other hand, was getting mired down in itself - but it would have to do. She did not feel like going out to get another one tonight. Passing through the bedroom once more, she glanced out the window. Something had changed! His bedroom curtains were now opened - halfway! She could see most of his bed and part of what seemed to be a mirror on the wall. She wondered why she hadn't seen it the night before. But that wasn't important. The important thing was that he was not there. But on the bed, very clear- ly, she could see a pair of binoculars like the ones she had just received. Propped behind them was a piece of cardboard with a message on it. She rushed back to the living room to get the binoculars. The note said "Thank You". Her face burned with embarrassment. Had he seen her watching him? How could he? What were the binoculars for? What did the message mean? Had he seen her playing with herself? He couldn't possibly have, she told herself. And then remembered the tiny Vee between the curtains. Damn! She thought to herself. And angrily slammed the two halves of the curtain together, this time making sure they closed completely. She dressed quickly and dialed the phone. "Sue, this is Connie. Are you busy tonight? I need to get out for a couple of hours and I thought you might want a drink. I'm buying," she said in a rush. "How about your diet?" Suzy's voice chided. The two of them had been fighting the scales together for almost two years. "Screw the diet," she replied. "I'm too damned frustrated to think about a diet tonight! I've got an oversexed birdwatcher to deal with!" "O-O-O!" Suzy squealed. "I'll be ready in ten minutes. You should have told me it was about sleaze. You can pour out your sick, demented, disgusting, perverted soul to Aunt Suzy anytime you want." "I knew I could count on you!" Connie told her dryly. She hung up the phone and finished dressing. Then, just as she was about to leave, she changed her mind and opened the curtains again. His windows had not changed. The binoculars remained on the bed along with the sign. She got her own pair and put them on her bed, along with a pair of crotchless panties someone had once given her as a gag. With a magic marker she scrawled a message on a piece of cardboard and set it behind them: FILM @ 11 "You did what?!?" Suzy exclaimed. "I didn't do anything!" Connie told her. "I can't imagine how he saw me watching him." "What's he look like?" "Okay, I guess." "C'mon! Tall, short, fat, skinny? What's his dick like?" "Like a dick. You see one, you've seen 'em all!" Connie laughed. "No way, Sweetie! How Long, how fat, circumcised, a lady-pleaser or a pee-chute? Come on, girl. This is Aunt Suzie talking. The same Aunt Suzie who watched you going down on Raymond!" Connie blushed. "You weren't going to mention that again!" she complained. "Is it as big as Raymond's?" Suzy persisted. Connie thought a moment. "I think it's a little bigger," she said. "How about the rest of him?" "Okay. He could lose a few pounds, but couldn't we all?" "We all could. So let's leave it at that," Suzy said. "Don't be so damned sensitive," Connie told her. "So we're a few pounds to the good. Some men prefer that." "You think your birdwatcher likes his women padded?" Suzy asked. "There's one way to find out." "I'm not sure I want to know." "Bull!" Suzy exclaimed. "Tell me about 'Film at 11'." "It was just an impulse. What do you think I'm going to do, give him a damned show?" "I have an idea." "I just bet you do." "I'm serious. Why don't we give him a double show?" "What are you talking about?" Connie asked nervously. "Dykes in Toyland? I don't swing that way." "Nothing serious. Just fool around and drive him crazy a little bit. Neither one of us is built that way, anyhow," Suzy finished. Connie sat silent for a long time with Suzy glancing at her now and again. For almost as long as she'd know Suzy, she'd suspected the woman was bisexual, but this was the first time Suzy had ever come close to making any overt suggestions. She looked across the table at the plump, full-breasted girl looking back at her and her thoughts jumped back nearly twenty years to a dark house and the delicious dread of hot, clumsy fingers and the strange, exciting taste of Cathy. Her eighteenth summer had been one of exploration and wonder. The two of them had snuck into Cathy's father's den and found the pictures. There were men and women doing things they had only whispered about. And then there were the women, kissing and fondling one another. Even now, Connie felt her cheeks burn as she remembered their stolen times together and the times their mothers had almost caught them. Although she and Cathy had done everything that Lesbians do, she had never considered herself one. Nor had Cathy. In the end, Cathy's parents had moved away and the two had parted tearfully, promising to never tell anyone. Connie never broke the promise. They had started with one another's breasts, looking, touching and eventually kissing one another's nipples. Suzy, on the other hand was tacitly suggesting something much more serious. Or was she? "I'm not queer," she said almost too low for Suzy to hear. "After seeing you with Raymond, I can vouch for that!" Suzy laughed. "Please! It wasn't ... well, maybe it was, but you weren't supposed to come walking into the damned room without at least knocking!" "Do you really think he saw you jerking off?" Suzy asked suddenly. "I wasn't..." "Bullshit! Everybody does it. Do you think he saw you? With the binoculars, I mean." Connie nodded. "I guess so. I made it worth my while, I guess." "Damn! Let's do it!" Suzy urged. "You don't have to do anything you don't want. We'll just pretend and give the pervert a thrill!" "He's probably about as much a pervert as you or me." "Hell! The world cold be in some serious shit, if that's the case! Come on, it's almost 10 o'clock. Showtime's 11!" Suzy's grin was too wicked to ignore. "I'll go along with the joke, but I'm telling you, I'm not queer," she warned Suzy. On the way out of the bar, she felt Suzy's hand pat her behind when no one could see. "What the Hell are you doing?" she demanded. Suzy laughed. "Nice ass for a white girl!" The note had said 11, but the lights came on in the woman's apartment at 10:30. He had turned his own lights off and sat in the darkness of his bedroom, wearing only his robe. Behind him, the radio played softly. He was prepared to be "stood up" but for some reason felt something special was about to happen. Hell! He didn't even know what the girl looked like, not even sure that she lived alone. He was not prepared, however, when the curtains suddenly snapped shut. A moment later, however, they opened just as quickly. He picked up the binoculars and his jaw dropped. There were two of them! One was taller that the other, but both were full-blown, full-bodied women with round, lush curves and smooth bodies. The short one had huge breasts with dark, pronounced nipples and a thick patch of auburn hair between her legs. The tall one had nice breasts, too. But they were more proportioned to the rest of her. Her pubic hair was a light red, like the hair on her head. Her nipples were pink with small aureola. Both women had attractive faces, although the tall one seemed nervous and constantly glanced in his direction. The best part, though, was her ass. It was as full and round as his glimpse the night before had promised. Smooth and magnificently large, his cock began to stiffen at the sight of it. They both knelt on the bed and turned to face him, bowing low. The show was about to begin. His penis stood painfully erect, but he refused to touch it, not wanting to come prematurely. He had a show to watch! "Is he there?" Suzy asked. "I don't know. How am I going to tell?" "Hell. Ask him! Write a sign and let him read it!" Connie scribbled "Are You Ready?" and held up the cardboard. Across the way, there was darkness. And then a small glimmer of light showed. "What the Hell is it?" Suzy asked. Connie took the binoculars and whistled. In the pale circle of a desk lamp, his penis stood proud and hard. "See for yourself!" she said handing the other woman the binoculars. "Great cock!" Suzy admired. "If we play this one right we could get fucked properly!" "I thought we were just going to tease him," Connie reminded her. "Okay," Suzy replied and reached for her. "I'll lead. Say 'no' whenever you want. I'll understand." Without further warning, she leaned over and kissed Connie passionately, moving her tongue against the other girl's lips, her hands lightly running up and down the length of her body. Connie cautiously put her hands on Suzy's waist and the ran them up to cup the girl's huge breasts. "Like them?" Suzy asked. Connie nodded and then gasped as Suzy leaned down to kiss her own pink nipples. Suzy went from one to the other, licking and sucking the nipples, drawing them out to their full length. Across the way, the light still showed the erect penis, but there was a hand cupping the heavy balls hanging below it. Suzy's hand had wandered down and was caressing the fullness of Connie's ass. Connie was surprised to find that the other woman knew of the secret sensitivity of it. Connie's ass was large - like the rest of her - but she secretly knew it was one of her more alluring features. Apparently Suzy agreed. Slowly, Connie pushed her pelvis into the other girl's. Memories of Cathy were swarming back - hot, musky memories. She flinched as a hand found her vagina and then relaxed her thighs to let her lips open to the insistence of Suzy's fingers. "I hope he's getting his eyes full!" Suzy remarked. Connie murmured deep in her throat. "It's not too much for you, is it?" Suzy asked. "No." The one word spoke volumes. Suzy's tongue ran a trace down to her navel and swirled there a moment before proceeding further down. It stopped just below the line of her pubic hair, and Connie fell back spreading her legs and urging the soft head down to where her clitoris throbbed. It had all come back now! Cathy's probing tongue and the countless times and tastes. Suzy felt so, so good, and the idea of the unknown man watching them with only his erect penis showing excited her even more. Connie spread her legs as wide as she could to let Suzy's tongue probe up into her vagina. It was something she had not done for decades, and Suzy was more expert at it than she or Cathy had ever been. She gritted her teeth as she began to come and felt Suzy's fingers tickling her ass as her tongue continue to spear her vagina like a prehensile penis. He stroked his penis slowly as he watched the short one busily devouring her partner. She was on her knees with her ass toward the window so that he could see her open vagina and her breasts hanging down beneath her. Her head blocked any view of what she was doing, but the spasms of the taller girl's body told their own story! If their aim was to torture him, they were having their way! He looked at the other girl's face. Her eyes were tightly closed but her mouth opened full and pouting as if she was trying to capture something as she came. She was saying something now, and the other girl had stopped eating her and was crawling up to kiss her. Then they both got up on their knees and bowed toward him again. He could think of no better response than to wave his penis toward them. He still had not come, but it was not far off. Then the show continued. Connie was feeling guilty. Suzy had just licked her to one of the finest orgasms she had ever had and now was laying back stroking her own clitoris, afraid to ask her to bring her off. She rolled over and kissed Suzy firmly, letting her hand run down the girl's body to caress the fleshy fold between her legs. Suzy's vagina was a wonder in itself. It was strange, yet famil- iar. It seemed to draw her fingers inside it and she felt the slick abundance of juices flowing from the woman. She slowly drew her soaking hand up to her face and inhaled deeply. The musky odor of Suzy's vagina was almost too much as her tongue snaked out to lick her fingers. Suzy groaned loudly and spread her legs impossibly wide. "Please!" she begged. "I'm sorry! I need it, too." Connie kissed her gently and then slid down until her face was firmly pressed against Suzy's labia. With loud slurping sounds, she sucked and licked as much juice as she could from deep inside Suzy, just as she had done with Cathy so many years before. Then she took Suzy's clitoris between her lips and pulled it gently, letting it almost slip away before sucking it back again and again. Suzy squealed as her pelvis spasmed over and over, her hands entwined in Connie's hair. Connie's own hands reached up to massage Suzy's breasts. Cathy's had been the small, hard breasts of a nubile teen-ager. These were full and demanding. Before she was done, she knew she wanted to bury her face between these beauties and smother them with kisses. When Suzy stopped writhing, Connie slowly pulled herself up to a sitting position. "This is our secret," she told Suzy. "Ours and his!" Suzy laughed. "Damn!" For the moment, Connie had forgotten about the subject of the evening's entertainment. "Want to invite him over?" Suzy asked. "What?" "Look." In the window was another sign: LIKE COMPANY? It's owner stood partially in the shadows. Connie peered through the binoculars. Globs of semen clung to his stomach and legs. "The son-of-a-bitch jerked of and came all over himself!" she exclaimed. "That makes three of us! Tell him to come over. A solid cock wouldn't dampen the party. Hell, at least he asked!" "Okay," Connie warned, "You really want him, don't you?" Suzy was silent for a moment. "You've done it before with a girl," she said quietly. Connie nodded. "Well, you know then. It's...it's just better with a man involved," Suzy tried to explain. "Hell, that's what bi is all about - the best of both worlds, isn't it?" Connie understood what her friend was trying to say and nodded. The vision of the man's cock had not left her mind since they had started. "Was it as good? Or was it better than before?" Suzy asked lightly. Connie kissed her. "I'm still not queer," she said. "But I liked the way you tasted when I licked your pussy. I like to taste come, too. You know, like men's come, especially after it's been in me." "Let's bring him over and fuck him so we can suck each other off some more. It's better that way," Suzy told her. They both looked toward the window and waved. There was no mistaking their meaning and they were rewarded shortly as the lights went on elsewhere in his apartment. He was on his way. "Have you done this much?" Connie asked shyly. "Only a couple of times," Suzy replied. "I'm not really a Lesbian, but I am bisexual, I guess. I can't wait to get ahold of that guy's cock, if you want to know the truth, but I want to watch him fuck you, too. I really got off the night I watched you sixty-nine Raymond." Connie blushed again. Raymond was a casual date she had met at one of Suzy's parties. As they danced, she had felt his penis become hard and press against her. When most of the guests had gone and Suzy had retired to her bedroom with her own date,Connie and Raymond had gone into the extra bedroom and begun necking. Before she could breathe, his had was under her dress and inside her panties, stroking her wet pussy. She opened his flies and reached inside to grasp his cock, still hard from their dance. "You watched? I thought you left as soon as you opened the door!" "No way! You were working that cock and coming in his mouth at the same time! I almost jumped the two of you. Whatever happened to him, anyway?" "He's a prick. Forget about him. I'm nervous about what we're doing right now." "Connie, next to me, you're the sleaziest little snatch I know. If this guy gives us any trouble, we'll just fuck him to death and hang his dead ass out to dry!" "I like you," Connie said suddenly. "I'm glad you're my friend." Suzy hugged her tightly, their breasts smashed against one another. A knock at the door interrupted them. Connie jumped up to pull on a robe and Suzy instinctively covered herself with a bedsheet. "My name's Don." He came dressed for the occasion, which is to say that under the long coat, he wore nothing but a pair of loafers. "I'm Connie. Suzy's in the bedroom. Do you always over-dress?" Don smiled and looked at her a moment and then reached for his coat. "I do feel a little silly," he admitted. "Please, don't!" Connie objected. "I'm not being a good hostess, am I." She let her robe drop to the floor and openly appraised his body as he did hers. As she had observed earlier, he needed to chase a good ten pounds, but her main attention was held by his rising penis. As his eyes swept over her, it rose in fitful jumps. There was no question about it. The man liked what he saw. And she like what it was doing to him! "How long is it?" she asked. "Seven inches. Why? Keeping records?" "No. It's just that when I was trying to describe you to Suzy, I didn't know what to say." "Who's Suzy?" "She's a friend." "I sort of guessed that much." "I'm Suzy!" said Suzy as she came out of the bedroom. "I'm Don." "Nice to meet you, Don. You have a nice cock." "And you're tits are remarkable." Connie went to the kitchen. "Can I get anyone anything?" she called. "I brought wine," Don announced. "You what?" "There's no reason one must be a barbarian to be a trifle sleazy!" He produced a bottle of white wine from the pocket of the overcoat. They opened the wine in the bedroom and poured a toast, everyone drinking from everyone else's glass. "How about a special toast?" Suzy declared and doused her nipples on at a time in her glass. Connie and Don both licked them clean. "And another!" said Don as he dipped the head of his penis into his glass. Suzy knelt down and sucked the wet glans into her mouth, her tongue swirling about it. Don extracted it and soaked it again in the wine. This time Connie wasted no time, but swallowed a much of the cock as she could, feeling the wide shaft fill her mouth and the rubbery head slide against the roof of her mouth. Raymond or not, Suzy could never begin to suspect how much she liked sucking a man's penis. "Your turn, Connie,"announced Suzy, looking at her with a grin. "I've already done tits." Connie looked at the two of them for a long moment and then, taking her wine glass, carefully laid back on the bed and put her feet up over her shoulders. Very carefully, she opened her vagina with two fingers and poured a trickle of wine into it. "A special, special toast," she murmured. Very slowly, Don leaned down and noisily sipped the heady liquid from the delicate opening and savored the mixture of tastes. His penis was still hard from the skilled mouthing the women had given him, and he felt Suzy's hand rub his balls and the underside of his raging cock. "Save some for the next guy," she said, and Don reluctantly pulled away. Connie smiled and poured another trickle into her pussy as Suzy climbed between her legs. The sight of Suzy's round ass, her wet vagina and the little sounds Connie sighed as the woman licked her dry were too much for Don to endure and without hesitation placed the head of his cock squarely among the pink folds of Suzy's pussy and pressed home. Her squeal was muffled by Connie's pussy and her ass moved in a big circle as Don thrust his cock into her to its full extent. Slowly, he withdrew it and carried it to the head of the bed where Connie's mouth engulfed its head. Suzy continued to lick her vagina furiously. Don looked down at the two women. Things like this happened once or twice in a lifetime, he told himself. The trick was to accept it and not look forward or back. No matter how exciting the woman was! Pouring wine into her vagina was the most far out thing Connie had ever done, but this seemed to be the night to swing on a star. It was a night without recriminations or judgments. She could say 'Yes'; she could say 'No'. The choice was hers. She was in control. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in the heavenly feelings Suzy's tongue was stirring. When she opened the again, she could see Don's eyes close as he plunged his cock into the other woman. She closed them again and suddenly she was looking up at the bulbous head of Don's cock, glistening with Suzy's juices and smelling so delicously like Suzy had tasted not so long ago! She looked up and saw what was clearly dried spots of semen on his stomach and thighs. He had not bothered to wipe the come off himself when they had called him over. A delicious warmth spread through her and she opened her mouth to accept the purple plum and the glistening drop of fluid hanging from its tip. She caught the sweet droplet on the end of her tongue and tasted its lightly salted flavor before capturing the spongy head between her lips. She could taste Suzy's juices and slowly worked her tongue up the shaft tasting more and more, running her tongue from side to side across the swollen vein that ran the length of it. Eating Suzy had been delightful (She had forgotten just how much she had enjoyed eating Cathy so long ago); but Don's cock in her mouth was lovely. She needed vaginal intercourse as much as anyone, but Connie's true choice was oral! Slowly, she sucked the full length of Don's seven inches into her mouth until she felt the coarse scratching of his pubic hair against her lip. The head had passed through her mouth and was in her throat. She remembered trying to learn how porn stars were able to take ten inch cocks when she was gagging on five! Then, one night it had happened. She turned herself a certain way and relaxed, and the man's cock slid into her mouth, up to the hilt! (What was his name, she pondered. All she could remember was the way he groaned when he came.) Don's pelvis undulated as he reacted to the busy tongue massaging his cock. He gently kneaded her breasts as she sinuously sucked him in and out. Without taking his cock out of her mouth, she snaked her tongue along its base and laved his balls with saliva. She tasted stale come that had dried there and the knowledge of what it was sent a tiny thrill down to where Suzy was sucking her clitoris. A climax was building fast and Suzy's fingers in her pussy and the cock in her mouth were pushing her toward the edge. Don pulled his cock back until only the head was in her mouth, and she explored it with the tip of her tongue, feeling the ridges and the sensitive opening she knew would reward her if she loved it properly. Suddenly it was gone. She opened her eyes to see the beautiful cock hanging over her face. Above it, Don's face was set in a frozen grimace. "I don't want to come yet," he told her. "Please," she pleaded. "I want to taste you." "I promise," Don told her. "But right now, Suzy and I have our duty to perform." Suzy stopped what she was doing and looked up at him expectantly. He reached over and picked up Connie's robe and removed the belt. Connie's eyes widened as he tied a loop on one wrist and then the other. Soon, she was trussed firmly, her arms spread above her head and her legs crossed so that her ass and vagina were spread open and unprotected. She shivered as Don ran his tongue from the middle of her back to her clitoris, swirling it quickly as it crossed the tender flesh around her asshole. Suzy scrambled up and turned around to place her vagina squarely over Connie's mouth. Don placed his cock between her huge breasts and fucked them as she squeezed them together. Then he moved around and straddled Connie's head to put his cock inside Suzy once more. He could feel Connie's mouth and tongue working on his balls and Suzy's clitoris. The spasms around his cock gave evidence to the effect Connie's mouth was having on her. Suzy had collapsed forward with her head on one of Connie's ample ass cheeks, her own ass high in the air with Don's cock sliding in and out of it. "Great god-damned cock!" she muttered. Don held her hips as she came noisily, pressing deep into her while Connie fastened her mouth on her clitoris like a limpet and sucked the little man in and out of her lips. Don stood up and walked away from the bed. "I have to take my time," he explained. "Untie me," Connie pleaded. "I want to make you come." Don walked back and kissed Suzy deeply, running his tongue deep into her throat. "Connie wants to come," he told her. "What are you going to do?" Suzy asked. "Let's fuck her properly." Don walked to the foot of the bed and kissed Connie's ass in the sensitive groove between the two smooth hemispheres and ran his tongue down to the wrinkled opening. She caught her breath as his tongue smeared a large mass of saliva over it. "I don't like anal sex!" she blurted. "You can't fuck my ass! Let me loose!" "I agree totally!" Don told her. "And I have no intention of fucking anything but your mouth and your sweet pussy." "Suzy!" she called, still unconvinced. "It's all right, Connie," her friend told her. "I won't let him hurt you." Connie was about to say something but Don's tongue returning to her ass and then burrowing itself into her vagina made her stop. A moment later, she felt his cock slip past her labia and spread the walls of her vagina. He pressed it in to the hilt and then drew it all the way out and let its wet length lie along the crack of her ass as he squeezed the cheeks together over it. She felt Suzy's hands busily rubbing his balls against the sensitive parts of her pussy. He drew his cock back down the crack of her ass and she felt to pause as its head passed over her asshole, but then moved on to re-enter her pussy while Suzy's fingers flicked over her clitoris. Her climax mounted again as Don's penis filled her and worked in and out. She strained against the belt, trying to reach for him. He smiled down at her and bent to suck her nipples with- out missing a stroke. Suzy's hand was working her to a frenzy as the cock plunged in and out of her. She groaned as her climax started and suddenly the cock was gone. She opened her eyes to find Don's cock pressed against her lips and his hands busy freeing hers. She grasped his cock and balls and stuffed his penis greedily into her mouth, her climax still throbbing within her. She sucked it deep into her throat and swallowed hard, trying to devour the thick shaft. He placed his hands on either side of her head and fucked her face madly, Suzy's hand massaging his balls as he pumped. As he felt the jism rising within him, he pulled his cock almost all the way out of her mouth, allowing only the head to remain inside as his thick come pumped out onto her tongue. She closed her eyes and tasted the salty liquid filling her mouth. She did not swallow at first, but savored the heavy taste, allowing a single drop to seep out the corner of her mouth. Don leaned down and kissed it away, and Suzy clamped her mouth down on Connie's, sucking Don's come into her own, and all three exchanged deep kisses among one another, savoring the rich, heady tastes of sex. "I'm sorry," Don told her."I didn't mean to scare you." "It's okay," Connie told him. "I just have a thing about anal sex." "So do I," Suzy added. "And so do I," Don told them. "We should have set down ground rules before we started." "I wouldn't have thought I had any," Connie laughed. They stretched out and slept then, Don between the two of them, his hands holding a breast of each while they both held his soft penis and balls. Connie woke sometime later with the bed shaking with a telltale rhythm. In the half-light, she could see Suzy above Don, her breast swaying wildly, her head rolling from side to side. His hands were alternately moving from one huge breast to the other. His back arched and she realized he was coming. Suzy's humping became a frenzy and soon she, too, was coming, her hands gripping the base of his cock and wildly rubbing her clitoris as she did. As Suzy collapsed forward, Connie sat up and looked at them. Don's come was flowing out of her vagina and dripping back onto his shrinking cock and balls. She rolled over on her side and slid her head in between them. She could feel Suzy's wet ass against her cheek and smell the rich smell of their combined juices. Don's pubic hair was matted with come and sweat, and Connie greedily licked the slippery cock which sought to elude her in the dark. Finally, she caught it and sucked the limp member into her mouth, tasting Suzy's come as well as Don's. She worked it in and out slowly and gently, knowing it was super-sensitive after just being inside Suzy. When it showed no sign of getting hard, she slipped it out of her mouth and concentrated on his balls, also soaked with come. She loved the taste of man and woman combined. She had always enjoyed sucking a spent lover after hours of lovemaking! It was as if she was capturing something special. At the other end of the bed, she felt Don's head slipping in between her soft thighs, his tongue seeking the soft center of her pussy. She went back to his soft cock as his tongue invaded her pussy and his lips closed over her quivering clitoris. Suzy's lips were gently massaging one of her nipples, but Connie concentrated on the man's cock. His tongue was not keeping itself to the bounds of her pussy, but was stealing its way back to her asshole, arousing exciting new feelings as he nibbled along what was once a forbidden zone. Connie sensed that Don's progress had slowed due to the position of her thigh and slowly raised it. She was rewarded by his tongue running lightly around her asshole. She had heard of being "rimmed" but had never really experienced it. Only now, with Suzy right beside her, but oblivious to what was happening, did she appreciate the intimacy of the act. The pleasure was becoming excruciatingly intense and she could feel his tongue beginning to probe gently. And then it was back flicking along her clitoris and swirling at the entrance of her vagina. She took each ball separately in her mouth and very gently ran her tongue around it. Then she ran her tongue around the back of his sack and along the rough line between his legs. She felt his legs part wider as she moved and suddenly realized she was nearing an area where she had never been. His tongue at her own asshole teased her on and she realized she was responding to the strange new feelings in a long-forgotten manner that took her breath away. It was like the first time she and Cathy had kissed one another's vagina, or the time she and Georgie Pauley had gone behind the hedge and shown one another their things. She knew it was wicked and wrong, but it was so, so exciting! Her tongue grazed over the rough surface of his asshole and she pulled back instinctively. As she did, his tongue swirled and his body thrust against her lips. His cock was still soft, but she knew she was having a very erotic effect on him. With relief, she realized there was no objectionable smell or taste. In fact, it was almost the opposite. She was enjoying this wicked new experience and reached up to spread his cheeks wider, just as he was doing with her. This time, when her tongue reached the wrinkled asshole, she did not pull away, but licked around it, flicking it every now and then, and tickled it with her fingertips. Don rewarded her with a tattoo of finger and tongue-work that took her breath away, and it sent her into a greater frenzy of activity. She probed and pressed with the tip of her tongue, afraid to take the ultimate step and even more afraid not to. It was like the time she had let George talk her into sucking his cock. They had been parked in the country and had been feeling each other the way they always did. George knew she wouldn't let him fuck her, but finally talked her into kissing the head of his cock, and then, finally , to take the whole thing into her mouth. He had come almost immediately and she'd been horrified. The whole night was a disaster, but she could still remember the excitement as she had bent over the throbbing cock knowing that something would change forever. Don's tongue was deftly licking her vagina and her ass, alternately probing deep into each, sending electric shocks throughout her entire body. Suzy's lips were sucking at her nipples and massaging her aching breasts. God! She wanted to come again, but she didn't want Don to stop what he was doing. With her finger , she pressed against his asshole and felt it resist. She backed away and replaced her finger with the tip of her tongue. She probed again, more slowly this time, and the resistance went away. A huge shudder went through Don's body and she felt his tongue burrow impossibly deep into her. There was one more thing she wanted to do. She had once read it in the Kama Sutra, but had never believed it was actually possible. Tonight she would know. She slid back to take Don's cock into her mouth. It was still soft and small, although she knew it would not last for too much longer. Opening her mouth as wide as possible, she stuffed his balls in, too. She felt his hand rubbing the back of her head gently, as if he was wondering what she was doing. "Here's a new one for you, Mister Birdwatcher!" she thought to herself and moved her tongue over the crowded balls. Her finger massaged his slippery ass and she felt his cock begin to stir as he realized what was happening. She swallowed reflexively as her mouth began to fill. Soon the head of his cock was sliding down her throat and going deeper that any cock had before. She could hear him groan as she writhed gently. It was the only movement she could manage, but it was enough as he let out a whimpering sound. Then his head was gone to be replaced by Suzy's and she knew he was eating her furiously as she ate Connie. His cock was filling her so much she could hardly breathe. The sensation was overpowering as his cock continued to grow and grow inside her. He was making curious little sounds now and trying to thrust and fuck against her mouth. She held him tightly to her and let her tongue probe mercilessly as she tried to swallow his cock again and again. She wet her index finger in her vagina and rubbed it over the tiny flower of his asshole. This time, she ignored the resistance and forced it in to the first joint. She heard his harsh gasp muffled by Suzy's heavy thighs and soft pussy. She drove the finger in a little further when the resistance subsided, and then another and another. She was intoxicated with the heady feeling of power. She had complete control of this man with his cock and balls in her mouth and three, no four fingers massaging his asshole. Suzy's fervor between her thighs told her he was responding to Connie's ministrations. His pelvis was thrusting against her face, trying to fuck the mouth so full of male organs. Slowly, she pulled herself free. "Fuck me!" she whispered hoarsely, her voice almost gone from the punishment her throat had been taking. He didn't answer, but moments later, his form loomed over her in the dark and she felt his hands spread her thighs wide apart. It was Suzy who guided his rigid cock into her pussy as she wrapped her thighs high around his waist and her arms around his neck as his cock pounded into her harder and faster. His breath came faster and she knew he was going to come, but she didn't want to stop because she wanted to come, too, and feel his hot sperm shoot deep inside her to run down over her sensitive ass while his cock continued long after the last drop had left him and she felt her own climax building, building, building... It was dawn when she awoke. Don was gone, and Suzy slept beside her. The bed was still damp from sweat and come. Other than the condition of the bedroom, it might have been a dream, but her tender vagina and the dull ache around her jaws told her it had been real enough. As she moved her legs, she felt his come still wet between the cheeks of her ass. It felt like he had shot gallons into her! She ran her finger deep between her legs and tasted. It was still the sweet mixture of male and female, the tastes that lingered still on her lips and in her mind. The three of them had talked briefly before sleep. Would there be other nights together? Twosomes, threesomes? There should be ground rules, he said and they all agreed. No anal fucking! No telling. No forcing. No jealousies. And when it's gone, it's gone. She closed her eyes and remembered the delicious, wicked feelings of the previous night. She really didn't even know his name - or he theirs. No phone numbers. No mutual acquaintances. They could only confront one another face to face. There was something very good about that, and something very honest, yet wonderfully mysterious. The only promises between the three of them were the few that could be kept. She closed her eyes and settled back to sleep some more, her hand stealing down to caress her tender vagina. Beside her, Suzy stirred softly. She placed a hand on the woman's firm behind and stroked it gently. Suzy was her friend in a world where true friends were rare. The intimacy of the night before had not created a closeness between them; it had only brought it out and enhanced it. Impulsively, she leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Suzy responded by snuggling closer to Connie's shoulder. "Good morning," she murmured without opening her eyes. "Tonight we take on the Eighty-second Airborne and Ina Rae Hutton's All-Girl Band." "You're crazy, you know," Connie told her. Suzy looked at her with a serious expression. "I thought you liked it. You don't feel guilty or ashamed, do you? I mean, if I thought you did, I never would have...you know, I mean..." Connie stopped her words with a light kiss. "It was great," she told Suzy. "Everything, I mean. It's just that I really do like men better than women and I don't think I could be a real Lesbian. I mean, I'd rather be your friend than your lover, if I had to make a choice. Does makes sense to you?" "We both like men too much," Suzy grinned. "I think we might have done some damage to that poor boy. I'll bet he's never been eaten like that before!" Connie giggled and stretched. She felt lazy and fulfilled. Beside her, Suzy was warm and comfortable. A hundred feet away, she could see into Don's apartment. It was still dark inside and she was unable to make out anything. The curtains were still wide open. She wondered if he was using his binoculars and spread her legs to give him a better view. He stopped on his way from the bathroom and picked up the binoculars. Connie lay with her legs spread invitingly. Suzy's pert behind rose next to her. One knee drawn up exposed an exciting tuft of hair. He licked his lips, still tasting the two of them. The whole thing had started as a lark and resulted in the most fabulous experience he could remember. He looked down at the binoculars. The next time he met a birdwatcher, he'd have a Hell of a lot more respect! Connie watched from the seclusion of her darkened apartment as Don plunged his cock in and out of the woman. They were standing beside his bed, his knees bent so that he could enter her from behind as she bent over to support herself. She was shorter than him with small breasts and thin legs. It was the first time she had ever seen him bring a woman to his apartment and she was fascinated with the spectacle she was watching. It had been weeks since she and Suzie had fucked him and since that time, they had not spoken, although they had both made a point of exhibiting themselves to one another. It was a private game they both enjoyed, and there had been a few times when she had been almost ready to call him over, or to put on some clothes and go to his place as she watched his hard cock and balls swinging. But she had always let the moment pass and waited for him to come to her. The woman was sitting on the side of the bed now, sucking his cock as he humped in and out of her mouth. As Connie watched, he suddenly withdrew and a long arc of white come splashed on her face and lips, followed by another. Connie adjusted the binoculars and saw the come glistening in her dark brown hair, her tongue trying to capture more of it as it ran down her face. Don pushed her back on the bed and buried his face in her open pussy. Connie plunged three fingers into her own pussy and fucked herself madly as she watched the couple in the other apartment. It had been a long time since she had had a man. In fact, the very man she was watching was the last man she had fucked - and what a great fuck it had been! She closed her eyes and remembered the touch of his tongue snaking around her clitoris and began to come as her fingers stroked the swollen polyp at the apex of her soft vaginal lips. Across the way, the woman stretched her legs high over her head as Don licked her pussy. Spasms and shaking told Connie she, too, was coming. "Oh, Don!" Carolyn sighed, "you really know how to eat a girl! Where did you ever learn to be so good?" "I took a correspondence course," he replied. "It was on a matchbook cover - Can You Draw Good Head? That's what I thought it said, anyway." "Seriously. Most men don't seem to know the little secrets that women know. Somebody had to tell you. Who was it? An old love?" Don smiled and looked at the dark window across the way. He wondered if Connie had been watching tonight. So many times he had been tempted to call her or simply walk over and knock on the door. but that would have been too easy. After the night spent with her and Suzy, he could never suggest anything as banal as a casual night of lust. With Connie, he would have to be creative and, at the very least, different and exciting. Anything less would ruin the almost fantasy relationship they had. For a moment, though, his thoughts went back to the moments when she had taken his soft cock and balls into her mouth and blown him as no other woman ever had. Carolyn's ministrations, as practiced as they were, could not come close to the sensations Connie's lips, tongue and fingers had produced. "Hey! Come back, lover!" "Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I got carried away," he apologized. Carolyn knelt on the bed and threw her arms around his waist to hug him. One hand fondled his soft cock and her tongue snaked into his navel. The other hand cradled his balls and then went between his legs to cup his ass as she devoured his limp penis. Occupied with his cock, she failed to notice as he waved at the darkened window in the building across the way. She did notice, though, when, a few moments later, his cock took a decided leap within her mouth and began to stiffen once more. Connie smiled to herself as she watched the woman go down on the limp penis. When Don waved at her, she knew that he, too, was remembering the night they had had together. Still smiling to herself, she adjusted the small reading lamp beside her bed and spread her legs wide. Switching on the lamp, she let it highlight the lush pinkness of her open pussy and felt the cool night air blowing across the wet lips. Spreading herself open with her fingers, she watched the effect it had on the couple in the other apartment. The sight of Connie's pussy had an immediate effect on Don, and he felt his cock come alive in Carolyn's mouth. He had suspected she was there, but this had been the first sign. As his cock grew to full strength, Carolyn released it and looked up at him. "Do you want to fuck me?" she asked. Don nodded and lay down beside her. Immediately, she threw her leg over him and straddled his cock. Raising up slightly, she eased his penis into her wet pussy and began slowly fucking. Suddenly, she froze. "My God!" she exclaimed. "I can't believe it!" "What?" "There's a girl over there. I mean she's jerking off and...Oh my God!" "What?" "Don, she's been watching us!" Don worked his hips so that his cock moved slowly in and out of her as she stared into the night. "What's she doing?" he asked. "She's, she's got three fingers in her cunt! I can't believe it! I mean...Do you know her?" "Uh huh." "Who is she?" "Connie. She lives there. I guess she likes to peek." Carolyn was becoming more excited as she watched and her pert ass answered Don's long thrusts with a pulsating rhythm of its own, her eyes fixed on the scene across the way. "Did you ever fuck her?" she asked in a strange voice. "Yes," Don replied. Carolyn's pussy swallowed his cock to the hilt and she ground her clitoris into his pubic hair. "Did you know she was watching us?" "I wasn't sure. Does it bother you?" "I...I don't know. It makes me feel funny, though. Sort of embarrassed but excited at the same time. I think I'm going to come!" Her ass stroked faster and faster as she talked and Don felt his own orgasm coming on strongly. Carolyn made little sounds as she started to come and he grasped her ass roughly and pumped up into her as his come spurted into her pussy. As they subsided, she remained on top of him, her ass poised high in the air and partially turned to exposed her dripping pussy to the eyes of whoever might be watching from the dimly lighted window. Phantom fingers were strumming the pink clitoris so fast they had become a blur as Carolyn reached down and milked the last drops of come from Don's cock. After a long while, she spoke. "What's she like?" "Connie?" "Is that her name?" "She's nice," Don told her. "She's pleasant and pretty, too. And she gets very horny!" "I can't believe we let her watch us like that. And the way she had the light on herself...Don, do you two do this often?" "First time, actually. I didn't know it was going to happen. Connie is a rather sensuous woman. Like other people I could name! Not that you'd ever consider doing anything quite like that." "What are you trying to say?" "Nothing. Except I noticed you didn't stop." "Why should I. She wasn't hurting anybody. I kind of liked it." "Kind of?" "A lot." "How much is a lot?" "What are you trying to get me to say, Don. I came, didn't I? After all I was getting a damned good fuck at the time!" "Would you like to meet her?" "Don!" "Would you?" "I don't know. Maybe. I mean, you said she was nice." "She's a very sensuous woman, Carolyn." Carolyn's face became serious for a moment and she looked directly at Don. "I am, too," she said very softly and bent to lick one of his nipples in an effort to underscore her meaning. "Would you like to meet her?" he repeated. Carolyn was very quiet for a few minutes. When she replied, her voice was clear and strong." "All right," she said. "are you going to call her?" "We both will," he replied and tugged her to her feet. Standing together, they waved across the way and motioned for Connie to join them. When the tiny light went out and a moment later another light elsewhere in the apartment came on, they knew she was on her way. "I hope you know what you're doing," Carolyn breathed and shivered as Don ran his hand down her back to stroke her behind. Connie took a deep breath and knocked on the door. If anyone had ever suggested that she would be walking into an apartment wearing nothing but a raincoat to meet a man she hardly knew and a woman who was a perfect stranger, she would have told them they were insane. But here she was. After watching the two of them, she knew she could not resist their invitation to join them. The door opened to reveal a dimly lit room and Don's face appeared from behind it. She knew he was naked behind the door and shrugged out of her coat as she entered. When she turned to kiss him, she was as naked as he. "Hello, stranger," he murmured as he stroked her full body. "Having fun?" she asked. "She's in the bedroom," Don told her. Connie fondled his penis as she walked toward the bedroom door and he cupped her ample breast as she walked. As she entered the room, she saw the woman had slipped between the covers and was turned away from her. "I'm Connie," she said tentatively. "This is Carolyn," Don told her. "I think she's shy." "I'm not shy!" Carolyn objected as she turned over and sat up. "I just never did anything like this before." Connie smiled as she saw the woman's face. Carolyn was pretty and as the sheet slipped down, she saw her petite body and small breasts puckered with excitement. Carolyn smiled back at her. "Did you enjoy the show?" she asked. Connie blushed unexpectedly. "Yes I did, actually. You're very exciting." "So are you," Carolyn replied as her eyes roamed over Connie's large body, coming to rest on the auburn down at the juncture of her thighs. As Carolyn watched, Connie shifted her weight slightly to allow Don's hand to grope her wet pussy and slide two fingers into her cunt. The smaller woman's eyes widened as Connie involuntarily moaned and thrust her abdomen in tiny, jerking motions. Don leaned forward to capture a large breast with his lips and suck the nipple in and out of his mouth, tonguing it wetly. He slowly forced Connie down on the bed as Carolyn crawled out of the covers and positioned herself beside them, watching Connie's face intently as Don continued to finger-fuck her. In less than a minute, Connie began to come and reached out to hold Carolyn's shoulders as the waves of pure pleasure washed over her. "I'm sorry," she whispered as she regained control of herself. "It's all right,' Carolyn told her softly. "Did it feel good? It looked like it was wonderful!" "It was!" Connie assured her. "I just meant that I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable." "Don't be silly!" Carolyn replied and kissed her on the cheek, making sure her breasts came in full contact with Connie's. Don took advantage of the moment to put his arms around both women and take turns kissing them. Someone's hand captured his cock. He was not sure whose it was, but did not care. Connie was making small sounds in her throat as Carolyn kissed one of her large breasts. He gently opened Connie's thighs and the hand led his cock to the pouting lips of her pussy as Carolyn's fingers parted them and urged his cockhead inside the girl. Delicate fingers massaged his balls as he slid deep inside the big woman and he felt Carolyn's tongue teasing the base of his cock as he fucked. Connie's tongue had driven deep into his mouth and was dueling with his own. When he came again, both women shared the warm juices as they spurted out of him and splashed across their lips and breasts. Licking one another off, they did not stop until they were busily devouring one another's pussy as Don watched. He had always suspected Carolyn would be a passionate lover, but never really thought she would be as lascivious as his sensuous neighbor. Nor had he suspected that she would be as bisexual as she was. After Connie arrived, Carolyn had paid surprisingly little attention to him and concentrated on the other girl's breasts and pussy. Connie, on the other hand, had stayed true to her nature and paid Don's cock the attention it craved, sucking it deep into her throat and rolling his balls between her lips. Finally, the three of them lay side by side, exhausted and covered with perspiration. "I like your friends," Carolyn told him and squirmed around to give Connie a kiss. "So do I," Don agreed and ran his hand over Connie's wet bush. Connie hugged both of them tightly and closed her eyes. Her orgasm had left her only partially satisfied, and Carolyn's warm, tight body glowed like a warm coal beside her. Under her hand, though, Don's cock curled soft and small as she kneaded lightly. it would take more than casual excitement to bring it up again, she knew. Carolyn, however was already beginning to pulsate gently against her. Boldly, she let her fingers run along the crack of the smaller woman's ass and dip between her thighs to caress the damp flesh of her vagina. She was rewarded by a pair of soft lips on her nipples and knowing fingers probing her own pussy as Carolyn rose to the occasion. Moments later, they had shifted position with Carolyn mounted atop her, busily licking her wide-open pussy while she probed the other woman's cunt with her tongue and fingers. As Carolyn sucked her clitoris like a tiny cock, Connie did the same to her and felt the woman humping her pussy into her mouth as she reached down and forced Carolyn's face deeper into her crotch. Laying on top of Connie brought back memories from many years for Carolyn. Marsha had been her best friend for as long as she could remember, and the two girls had grown up together. Therefore, when John, Marsha's older brother, took an interest in the developing Carolyn, it was not so much of a noticeable event as a natural development. The day they kissed, though, she felt his stiff penis through their clothes and knew that something important had happened. John was two years older than the girls, and more sophisticated than either of them. A popular athlete, he never lacked for girls friends, but had been taken with the pert curve of Carolyn's behind and the upturn of her growing breasts. When she accepted his invitation to go to the drive-in that night, she immediately thought of telling Marsha. But, for no particular reason, she changed her mind at the last moment and put the telephone back in the cradle. She thought of John's kiss for the rest of the afternoon and, as she relaxed in the bath, she closed her eyes and remembered the feeling of his penis pressing against her thigh as their lips pressed together. She wondered what it looked like and a tight feeling in the pit of her stomach told her that she would soon know! He had kissed her as soon as they pulled into the drive-in and she answered him savagely, meeting his lips with a hungry pressure as he drove his tongue into her mouth and his hands began roaming over her body. She let them go and encouraged him by rubbing his chest and arms with her own hands as her tongue met his and tried to delve as deeply into his throat as she could go. She whimpered in excitement as he squeezed her breasts, and her hand pressed his closer and harder. Not satisfied, he caressed her behind and rubbed her thighs, reaching the hem of her skirt and sliding it up until her white panties showed. Her own hand was rubbing his thigh as she waited for his fingers to climb further up her leg. Suddenly, he took her hand in his and placed it firmly on the hard lump of his penis. She gasped as she felt it jump under the smooth fabric of his trousers, and his hand guided hers in a slow rubbing motion that she continued after he let go. His hands went back to her thighs and rubbed her soaking pussy through the slick cloth of her panties. His fingers slipped inside and she felt them probing her pussy as she found the zipper of his trousers. She pulled it down as John pulled her panties down over her behind and massaged the cheeks of her bare ass. She raised up so he could pull them the rest of the way down and freed his penis as he did so. It sprang out hard and furious, and her eyes opened wide as she saw it. John guided her hand once more and she felt the smooth skin of his cock for the first time as he taught her how to stroke it up and down. Reaching down, he freed his balls and she felt their heavy softness, feeling them slip away from her fingers inside their warm sac. His fingers were stroking her pussy by now and she shifted her weight again as he opened her lips and played with her clitoris. His fingers probed her pussy lightly and she gasped as they touched the delicate membrane of her hymen and pressed softly inward. "Be careful. Don't hurt me," she whispered. He did not answer but pressed his mouth on hers and she felt his tongue pulsing in and out of her mouth as his hand guided hers up and down his cock to match the rhythm of his tongue. His other hand set up a similar pattern on her clitoris until she was conscious of nothing but the pulsing of his fingers and the swollen thickness of his cock in her hand. She could hardly breathe because of the excitement that was building in her, and she broke the kiss finally to look down at the beautiful cock in her hand. The head was almost purple and shone darkly as drops of moisture oozed from the slit in its tip. "Suck it!" John Whispered urgently. She looked at him to see if he really meant it. He was sitting with his head thrown back and his eyes closed. There was no question that he had meant what he said. Very slowly,she lowered her head, his fingers still strumming her clitoris. When her closed lips came in contact with the rubbery head he thrust upward, trying to feed her. She let the tip of her tongue brush over it and found the taste to be far from unpleasant. His hand on the back of her head drove her down and she found her mouth filled with is cock and she gagged. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "I've never done this before." "If you don't like it..." "No!" she objected. "I do like it. It's just that you have to let me get used to it!" Slowly, she returned to her task. This time she took several inches of his cock into her mouth and sucked it as he had told her to in the beginning. The effect was immediate on him and he groaned and twisted his hips, trying to fuck her virgin mouth as she sucked her first cock. She marveled at the hot, spongy feel of the head as it slid over her tongue and felt the loose skin sliding between her lips as her head tried to match the furious pumping of his hips. Suddenly, Carolyn became aware of something happening and a salty taste invaded her mouth as John's cock shot streams of come. It took a moment for her to realize what was happening and then all the hushed stories she had heard came back to her in a heady, exciting rush. She sucked the throbbing cock with a vengeance to capture drop after drop and swallowed it all greedily. As she sucked, the lovely thing began to wilt in her mouth and John forced her away from it. By the time the movie was halfway over, she had sucked him hard once more and had come in his hand as he frigged her clitoris to a frenzy. She climbed on top of him and pressed his cock against the soft down of her cunt and pressed her lips to his as he fumbled between them. She squealed sharply as his cock penetrated her hymen and entered her pussy. Despite the burning sensation in her pussy, she humped him madly, feeling his cock pressing against her cervix. He pulled out of her abruptly and she felt his come splashing against her stomach as she held his cock close to her as he continued to thrust his hips at her. It marked the beginning of her lifelong infatuation with sex, and she spent the rest of that year meeting John whenever and wherever she could. She became expert at deriving pleasure from his and soon learned how to entice him into serving all her pleasure points. They were in John's bedroom when Marsha discovered them. They had thought they were alone in the house and had wasted no time in getting out of their clothes. Marsha walked in on them, they were in the sixty-nine position with Carolyn kneeling over John's mouth as she sucked his cock and jerked him off the way he especially loved. Marsha stopped cold as she saw them and stood for a moment watching. So busy with one another, they were, that neither realized she was there. Carolyn's thighs hid John's view, and when she turned her eyes and saw her best friend watching, she froze, the swollen cock halfway down her throat, her hands cradling his balls. Neither girl moved until Marsh licked her lips nervously and moved her hand to her breast. As she did, Carolyn slid John's red cock as far into her throat as she could, making him moan as she forced the muscles of her throat to swallow frantically. As he began to come, she lifted her head and used her hand to pump his cock so that Marsha could see the gobs of come spurting up on Carolyn's face and hair. Marsha gasped and fled. Carolyn's orgasm washed over her like a wave as John's tongue swirled over her clitoris, and she came again, almost immediately, grinding her pussy into his face. She found Marsha in her own room. She was sitting on the edge of her bed with tears running down her cheeks. At first Carolyn had not noticed it, but she soon realized Marsha's hands were in her shorts and the girl was very obviously playing with herself as she sat crying. "I'm sorry," Carolyn said and sat beside her. "It's all right," Marsha sniffled. "It's just..." "What?" "I can't tell you." "Please! Don't cry! I didn't want you to know!" Carolyn pleaded. She put her arms around Marsha to comfort her and felt the girl's wet cheek against her own. For the first time, too, she became aware of the firmness of her friend's breasts. "Oh, Carolyn," Marsha sobbed. It was so...so...Oh, God! How could you stand it?" "What do you mean?" Marsha stopped crying and tried to get ahold of herself. "I'm sorry," she said stiffly. "I guess I got carried away seeing you and Johnnie like that. It's O.K., though. You're my best friend, so I won't get mad." Slowly, it began to dawn on Carolyn. "You and Johnnie?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. They were still holding one another and Marsha's arms held her closely. "Are you mad at me?" Marsha asked in a tiny voice. "No! You did it with your brother?" "It wasn't like that!" Marsha pleaded. "I mean, I love Johnnie. Please don't tell anybody. I'd die if anybody else found out." "I won't tell. And don't you!" Carolyn replied. "But..." "But what?" Marsha was suddenly alarmed. "Well, you saw me with Johnnie. It's not fair unless you let me see you." Marsha's eyes widened. "Carolyn! What are you saying?" "Nothing. Just that you have to let me watch you with him, just like you watched me. Then we'll be even." Marsha looked around as if to make sure they were alone. "We, uh...we sort of do everything," she said quietly. "So do we." "I know. Johnnie told me." "You knew we went all the way?" "He told me when you blew him in the drive-in. You really turned him on! He didn't want any other girl but you. And me, of course." "Then why did you get so upset just now?" "Seeing you doing that to him. It just made me want... never mind. I guess I was just acting silly. And besides, you caught me playing with myself. I was a little embarrassed, and all. Besides, you're so pretty and I'm so..." Carolyn impulsively kissed the other girl and was surprised to have the kiss returned. The tip of Marsha's tongue touched her lips for a second and then the kiss was gone. Carolyn remembered the delicious hot flush that crept through her as she realized what the kiss really meant. "You kiss good," she said. "And besides, I don't know why you think I'm so pretty. Look at you you're breasts are twice as big as mine. I bet Johnnie really likes them." Marsha smiled and looked down at herself. "He likes to suck them," she said. "I love it when he does." Carolyn eyed the larger girl's nipples poking through the light fabric of her T-shirt. Even at 15, Marsha's breasts were large and heavy, almost as large then as Connie's were now, Carolyn thought to herself as she reminisced. And easily as sensitive! She had giggled mischievously as she tickled one of Marsha's nipples, making the other girl gasp with surprise. "Carolyn!" "As good as Johnnie?" Marsha looked at her coyly. "Maybe," she said with a little grin. She was looking away, but her eyes met Carolyn's for a scant moment. The meaning was there, all right. Carolyn saw that look too many times after that to have forgotten how it affected her then. Now it was her turn to become shy. "I can be better," she said, lowering her eyes. Marsha did not answer but continued to look down at the bed-covers. Her hands twisted together nervously. "Want to see?" Carolyn pressed. Marsha nodded once without looking at her. "Promise not to tell anybody?" Again, Marsha nodded and Carolyn slid next to her. "Lift up your shirt," she whispered, and when Marsha did, she stared at the full, blue-veined breasts with their pink caps. She ran her hands softly over one of them, feeling its full weight as she lifted it. Without another word, she bent her head and captured the turgid nipple and began sucking, moving her tongue over it. She felt Marsha's own hands tentatively exploring her body and when she shifted to the other breast and continued sucking, Marsha peeled her shirt away and began fondling her small, hard breasts, too. "Am I as good as Johnnie?" she asked impishly and went back to sucking the excited nipple. Marsha's only answer was a strange sound from deep in her throat and the movement of her hands to Carolyn's shorts. Without taking her lips away from Marsha's tits, she shifted her weight and allowed the girl to run her hand down inside her panties to caress her pussy. When John found them, Carolyn recalled, they were wearing only their panties, and had only slipped them back on when they heard him coming. Connie moved sinuously beneath her and Carolyn slid her fingers into the soft mat of pubic hair between the girl's thighs. She had always enjoyed the bodies of larger women, a throw-back, she was sure, to her years with Marsha and John. Don had rejoined them and was assisting Connie in ministering to Carolyn's pussy, tonguing it deeply as Connie sucked her clitoris. It was a rare combination of effects she especially loved and wondered why she had never before recognized just how sexy a man Don was. They had known one another for several years and had just now decided to see one another socially. Tonight, she had been hoping for a nice lay, but this was much, much more than she had bargained for. Don tasted the heady aroma of Carolyn's pussy and pressed his tongue further inside her. His cheek was pressed against Connie's and he could feel the muscles of her jaw and face working as she sucked her pink clitoris. He put his arm around Connie and cupped her large breast, pressing his still-limp cock against her ample ass. She tensed her muscles, pinching it between the smooth, firm cheeks. As the two of them continued eating Carolyn, he felt his cock begin to slowly grow as the warmth of Connie's ass filled him. She, too, was becoming aware of the stiffening prick between her cheeks as she began to make a slow, rubbing motion with her hips. Carolyn's lips and tongue at her cunt also enhanced her rhythm and Don knew her orgasm was not far off. Connie reminded him of someone else he had once known and loved. They were much younger then, but Sue had had the same wide, ample body and the full, pendulous breasts that marked Connie so distinctively. They had met at a party and each had left their own date to slip away. Taken with the wildness of the moment, they had gone to his apartment and necked heavily until he slipped his hand inside her bra to feel her nipples. He winced in pleasure as he remembered the way she had grabbed his hand and pressed it hard against her warm flesh. Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra even as she was pulling her sweater over her head and immediately kissed the huge nipples as they came tumbling into view. Sue's breasts hung low and pendulous, the tips crowned with dark brown aureolae and huge nipples that stood out like corks. He lifted one of her breasts with both hands and devoured it, sucking as much soft flesh into his mouth as he could hold. As he licked and sucked her breasts, Sue's hands tentatively roamed to the waistband of his trousers and lingered there. Without leaving her breasts, he ran his right hand down her back and slipped it inside her slacks to feel the soft flesh of her ass. As he did, she expertly undid his belt and pulled down his zipper she grasped his raging cock at the same moment he found the wet folds of her pussy. As he frigged her wet hole, she pulled away and bent over to take his cock in her mouth to run her tongue the full length of the big vein swelling beneath it. Sue had always sucked his cock better than anyone in the world until he met Connie. It had been years since he had seen her, but he could still feel her lips and tongue urging the juices out of his balls. He cold also remember her big, soft body as she loomed over him, rubbing her breasts all over his face and chest, her soft ass massaging his stomach and thighs until her pussy captured the head of his cock and drew its full length into her. Their relationship was based on lust, by their own design and desire. They put no bounds on their lust, except to honor the other's decision to say "No" to anything. As far as Don could remember, it was a word that neither of them ever used. Carolyn's spasms told him she was coming again, and Connie was making tiny sounds as she glued her lips to the girl's clitoris. Don's cock had come to a full erection and pressed against the tender flesh inside of Connie's thighs. She opened her legs and let the head slip against her own wet cunt and reached down to stroke his balls with her finger-tips. They were wet and heavy as he pushed his cock far into her open pussy. A sudden intrusion of Carolyn's lips and tongue across Don's balls caused her to withdraw her fingers. Immediately, she felt Carolyn licking her pussy, tasting the heavy juices that Don's cock was forcing from her, and exciting her clitoris as the broad penis inside her stretched her vagina. Don was on his knees now, seriously fucking Connie from behind, feeling the full mounds of her broad buttocks against his abdomen everytime he thrust into her. Carolyn was licking the two of them as they worked and he knew his third orgasm was shortly forthcoming as her tongue worked to send the thick, white juice up into his cock. It was better than even Sue had been. Despite Sue's fantasy to be ganged-fucked, they had never had anyone join them and Don did not even know whether Sue would have liked it or not. But Connie left no doubt. She was the perfect complement for him. He wondered what she would be like by herself, and then remembered the phenomenal blow-job she had given him in her apartment. Just before he came, he slipped his cock out of her pussy and fucked it against her clit. Carolyn licked the dripping head as well as Connie's wet cunt as he began to come again. The come spurted out of him and across Connie's pubic hair. Carolyn caught most of it in her mouth and crawled up to kiss both of them deeply. Both Connie and Don tasted the mixture of male come and pussy juice in her mouth as they took turns spearing their tongues deeply inside her. Connie half-woke as Carolyn kissed her goodbye and left the apartment. Don kissed her too and promised to let her sleep until he came back, and she lazily closed her eyes and let them go. The next time she woke, Don's naked body was sliding into bed beside her and he pressed warm and strong beside her. She wiggled her ass contentedly as he pressed up against her. Sighing, she went back to sleep. When she awoke again, the sun was shining brightly in the open window and Don was sucking one of her breasts. A cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice were on the bedstand. "Good morning," she murmured and reached for the class of juice. Don beat her to it, though, and knelt beside her, his cock stiff and dark. Taking his cock, he dipped it in the glass of orange juice and then presented it to her to suck clean. When she did, he repeated the exercise again and again until she held him still and sucked him vigorously. "Not so fast!" he warned her. "I have limits, you know!" She leaned back and laughed. "Hand me my coffee," she told him. "And don't scald your dick in it, either!" He chuckled and handed the cup to her. "How was your trip last night?" she asked. "To Carolyn's place? Fine. She likes you, she says. I just took a chance, actually. When I saw you watching us, I figured if she didn't like it, she could leave early. I didn't realize she was as into it as she is!" "She seems nice, but I think I might be giving the wrong idea of myself," Connie said. "I'm actually a very conservative person. You just seem to bring out secrets that I thought no one could find! You seem to enjoy them so much, I guess it's O.K. But last night I got a little worried a couple of times." Don kissed her. "You're more than any man could ever hope to dream of!" he assured her. "You're probably the most exciting woman I've ever met." Connie pinched his ribs playfully. "That's why you call me so much!" she retorted. "I was beginning to think...well, I'm glad we caught each other tonight." Don nodded and kissed her again. "I'm sorry," he told her simply and slipped into bed beside her. Connie put her coffee down very carefully and rolled toward him. Wordlessly, he slid his body on top of hers as she opened her thighs to him. His cock was already stiff and he slid it into her wet pussy without delay, sinking it in as far as it would go. He could feel the muscles of her vagina squeezing around it as he began to draw it out again. Her hands were firmly upon his ass, guiding his speed and pulling him into her as deeply as she could urge him. They fucked slowly and deliberately, all concentration on the juncture of their bodies, he reveling in the smooth tightness of her pussy, and she in the plunging friction of his wide cock. He made little whimpering sounds as he came in her and she answered him with her own orgasm moments later. As his soft cock slipped out, she felt the mixture of their juices seep out of her and slide down into the crack of her ass. As they lay quietly in their afterglow, she let her fingers creep down to touch her tender cunt and feel the slippery flesh between her thighs. Then they slept. Connie awoke with a warm feeling and quickly recognized that she was captured in the arms of a man who was holding her from behind and stroking her right breast. His cock pressed hotly against the tender flesh of her behind, which she moved seductively against him, and felt the hard penis jump against her ass. Her skin was caked with dried come and it cracked as she moved. "Where's the bathroom?" she asked, and got out of bed reluctantly. She was about to return to bed when he met her at the door. "Shower-time!" he announce and she allowed him to steer her back into the bathroom and entered the shower stall. The warm water cascaded them and Don began lathering her body with a rich smelling soap. She braced herself against the side of the shower stall as his fingers slipped between her legs and soaped the tender folds of her vagina. Taking the soap, she lathered her hands and then rubbed his cock and balls until they were white with suds. He knelt and carefully scrubbed each leg and, turning her around, soaped her back and her wide bottom, taking special care to run his hands over her round buttocks and down into the tender flesh of her pussy. Turning around, she did the same to him, starting at the back of his neck and working her way down to his buttocks. Slipping her hand between his legs, she soaped his balls well, feeling their weight in the palm of her hand. She moved her fingers and felt them sliding away from her touch. Resoaping her hands, she smoothed his ass once more, groping as intimately as he had, until her turned and took her in his arms. His cock was stiff once again, and she broke the kiss to kneel before him. The water rained down on her face as she engulfed his cock and began sucking him with long, slow strokes. His hands entwined in her wet hair as he moved with her questing mouth. He made her break the embrace before coming, however, and pulled her out of the shower to kneel on the soft rug on the bathroom floor. Without a word he knelt behind her and entered her pussy with a single stroke and began fucking her deeply. She put her hands under her to feel his cock going in and out, and rubbed the tip of her clitoris as he fucked her. Her orgasm was beginning to build when he suddenly stopped and pulled out of her. "I can't get enough of you!" he gasped. "Let's get back in bed!" "Let's dry off first," she laughed. "I'm freezing to death!" He laughed and wrapped her in an oversized bath towel, and gave her another to fold around her soaking hair. He rubbed himself dry and led her back to the bed. She sat down on the bedside and began rubbing her hair dry as he knelt in front of her and parted her thighs. Sliding forward so that her ass was on the very edge, she exposed her gaping cunt to his mouth and closed her eyes as he expertly sucked her clitoris and then ran his tongue the length of her pussy. His fingers tickled her ass and her clitoris as his tongue delved into the depths of her slit. Don felt her legs tremble as she came again and again while he ate her. He tasted the heady aroma of her cunt and realized just how unique and delicious her pussy was. He sucked her clit into his mouth and heard her making low, panting sounds as he continued making her come. Finally, he stood up and kissed her on the lips. "Sit down," she whispered and quickly changed places with him. She looked closely at his red cock and the heavy balls beneath it. It was fringed by curly brown hair, and a light down covered his balls. She wet her tongue and ran it over the wrinkled sac hanging between his legs. Lifting his balls, she ran her tongue over the sensitive place just behind them and felt his body react. She worked back up over his balls and licked the length of his cock, using her fingers to milk out a tiny drop of clear juice for her to taste. Secretly, Connie prided herself on being an accomplished cocksucker who loved her work! She had first learned about it when she was in the back seat of George Pauley's car. He had come in her mouth and she had been furious and made him take her right home. She went immediately to her room that night and lay awake shaking in excitement thinking about what she had just done, and tasting the lingering traces of come. She could still hear George's breath coming in quick pants and the whimpering sounds he made as the gobs of come flooded her mouth. She put three fingers in her cunt and brought herself to such a shattering orgasm that her mother had knocked on her bedroom door to see if she was all right. It was not until a few months later, though, that she really learned what it was really all about and how much she enjoyed it. She was staying with her aunt and uncle for a week while her parents were away, and had been enjoying her stay as she always did. She and her Aunt Carlie had been shopping and sightseeing, and doing things together like going to lunch in fashionable restaurants that had made Connie feel very grown-up and sophisticated. Carlie was several years younger than Connie's mother and more of an older sister than an aunt to Connie. The two of them laughed and swapped stories, Carlie always interested in her niece's latest doings. One afternoon, they were sitting in an outdoor cafe having an ice cream soda when Carlie suddenly winked and nodded toward a young man walking by. Connie looked at him keenly, trying to discern what her aunt was looking at. The man was rather handsome with a good build and dark, curly hair. Connie found herself rather interested as he passed. "Great buns!" her aunt remarked and Connie blushed as she realized she was watching him with more than passing interest. "Don't tell me you hadn't noticed," she teased the girl. "When I was your age, I..." She let her voice trail off as she grinned mischievously. Connie blushed crimson and looked down at her ice cream. Her aunt patted her forearm reassuringly. "Don't tell me you don't have any boyfriends!" Connie shrugged. "I go out sometimes," she answered. "Good God, he's sweet!" her aunt said looking at the young man again. "I'll bet he's hung like a horse!" "Aunt Carlie!" Connie exclaimed. "What's the matter?" she laughed. "Do you think you kids have a monopoly on sex? Us old ladies like to look too! Just don't tell Jack I was checking out the local talent. He seems to think I should be blind!" Connie grinned. She liked Carlie just because the woman made her feel she was on her level and not a child. She had had a lot more intimate conversation with her girlfriends, of course, but talking so frankly with her aunt made her feel even more mature. "I won't tell him, Aunt Carlie." "That's O.K.," the woman conceded. "You probably liked that kid better than I did! Myra better keep her eye on you!" Again Connie blushed. "You little devil!" Aunt Carlie teased. "You're way ahead of all of us, aren't you? Tell your Aunt Carlie all about it. I can't wait to hear what goodies you've been into." And so the afternoon went on until Connie had confessed her recent fun and games to her aunt who, in turn, confided in Connie about some of the affairs she had had as a teen-ager. When Connie asked about her current activities, however, Carlie changed the subject and the two of them left the cafe and went home. Connie knew she had touched on something that her aunt found extremely sensitive, and Connie was more than certain that Carlie was having an affair with someone. Connie ran her tongue the length of Don's cock and then poked the tip of it under the ridge of its large, spongy head. Softly, she covered it with her lips and ran her tongue into the tiny slit. She loved the feel of a man's glans in her mouth and squeezed the shaft with her hand to make the head swell large and firm. Don arched his back as she slid the cock deep into her throat. His pubic hair tickled her nose as she sucked contentedly on the throbbing cock. "Can you wait a couple of minutes? I have to run inside and see about some business," her aunt had said as they pulled up in front of a small office building. It housed a real estate office, primarily and Connie waited as her aunt went inside. As the time passed, she grew more restless and began to worry as thirty minutes went by. Finally, she got out of the car and went into the office. There was no one in the outer office, but she could hear her aunt's voice very clearly coming from behind a closed door. "Oh God! I love that!" she was saying and a man's voice responded, so muffled that Connie could not make out what he was saying. Connie tiptoed over to the door and opened it a tiny crack to peek through. Her aunt sat on a desk. Her blouse was open and her breasts hung bare. Her shirt was pulled above her waist and a man knelt between her thighs, his face buried in her bush. Connie flushed with excitement as she saw his pants were down and his hand was stroking his erect cock as he ate her aunt's pussy. His cock was broad and long; it seemed gigantic compared to George Pauley's. Connie stared at it as he stroked it back and forth. As she watched, he stood up, and her aunt slid off the desk to kneel before him and suck his cock into her mouth. He held her head and fucked in and out while she stroked his ass and soothed his swaying balls. Finally she stood up. "Fuck me, Stan," she gasped as she sat back on the desk, opening her legs for him. Connie saw the pink lining of her cunt as she opened the lips to accommodate his cock. The man drove it into her as the girl watched in breathless excitement. She had never seen anyone fucking before and watching her aunt taking the fat cock into her pussy was almost more than she could bear. Suddenly the man's hips began moving incredibly fast he began grunting with passion. "Oh yes! Come in me," Aunt Carlie panted. "Shoot it all!" Connie could see her hands digging into the man's buttocks as her aunt pulled him closer and closer. Her feet were suspended in the air, pumping furiously in time to his thrusting hips and she squealed as he stopped and shuddered. "Oh Christ!" Carlie exclaimed. "I left my niece out in the car. She'll think I got lost!" "You're too much, Carlie!" the man exclaimed and Connie saw them straighten up and adjust their clothes. When her aunt returned to the car, Connie was conveniently asleep and smiled sweetly as the woman got into the car. As they drove toward home, they passed another young man walking beside them. "Great buns," Connie remarked pointedly. "I suppose," her aunt replied and then looked at her oddly for a moment. Neither spoke again until they were nearly home. Then Aunt Carlie cleared her throat and began. "I'm trying to prepare a little surprise for Uncle Frank, so maybe we shouldn't tell him about the stop we made today. I wouldn't want him to put two and two together and ruin it." Connie nodded and looked down at the floor. "I'm sorry I was so long," her aunt continued. "I just got involved and couldn't get out of there!" "I know," Connie murmured. Her aunt smiled wryly. "Stan has nice buns," Connie added and winked impishly. "Connie! Don't tell me you...Oh my God!" Her aunt had to pull the car over to the side of the road while she got ahold of herself. And Connie rolled her eyes in fear that she had gone too far. Her Aunt Carlie leaned back and looked at the roof of the car. "I'm so embarrassed," she said. "I don't know what to say." "You don't have to say anything," Connie answered. "It's O.K. I love you, Aunt Carlie. I know you must love him, too, or you wouldn't..." "Oh, you don't know!" her aunt laughed. "Connie, you just don't know! Frank is a nice guy, but he's...well, he's sort of boring, if you know what I mean. I wouldn't hurt him for anything, but Stan just turns me to water. I mean, I would do anything for him!" "I think I know what you mean," Connie told her. "I wouldn't think of saying anything to Uncle Frank. Are you going to leave him and marry Stan?" Carlie looked at her and shook her head. "Stanley is not the kind of man a girl marries, Connie. The reason he screws so great is that he gets a lot of practice. Marriage isn't going to change that man... I shouldn't be talking to you like this. You're liable to get the wrong idea. Marriage is supposed to be different, isn't it?" Connie shrugged. She could still picture her aunt kneeling in front of the man as he fucked her mouth. Her underpants were soaked from her excitement and she wished her aunt would hurry on home so she could go to her room and change, and maybe stroke the burning place between her thighs. But her aunt needed her - what? Approval? Forgiveness? Perhaps, thought Connie as she thought back the conversation they had had at lunch, her aunt was really seeking some sort of complicity, an ally or a compatriot. Connie swallowed hard and looked at the woman. "I sort of liked watching you," she said quietly. "It was kind of like I was watching what I wanted to do, if you know what I mean." "Connie, don't say that... besides, I don't know what you saw," her aunt replied. "I saw you blow him," Connie said quickly and waited to see what she would say. To her relief and surprise, Carlie smiled and looked back at her. "It must run in the family," she said. "We Munson women are born cocksuckers, it seems. Yes, Stan has a most wonderful cock, Connie. I'm sure, though, that someday you'll find one equally delightful. Now we have to be going. We'll talk about this again. Believe me, we will!" Connie had stopped sucking Don's cock, not wanting him to come too quickly and was slowing and torturously licking the line between his balls and his ass as she tickled his hole with a fingertip. Don had a nice cock, she mused. Just enough more than a mouthful to be exciting and so smooth and delicious. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts wander back to her Aunt Carlie once more. Two days later, Aunt Carlie told Connie she had a surprise for her and later that afternoon, formally introduced her to Stan and her surprise - Stan's nephew, Phillip. They were at Stan's apartment overlooking a large park, and Carlie suggested the two them take a walk to get better acquainted. Connie ran her tongue the length of Don's cock once more and remembered the feel of Phillip's cock when she first took it in her mouth. It was bigger than George's, almost as big as Stan's, she always thought. She sucked Pillip until he was almost ready to come and then sat up on the couch and pulled her dress up for him to lick her pussy. As he burrowed into her cunt, she could hear her aunt being fucked in the bedroom. Either by accident or design they had left the bedroom door partially ajar, and Connie could see glimpses of flesh as the couple inside moved back and forth on the bed. She remembered Phillip's naked body as he stood before her and stripped her dress and bra from her and tossed them on the floor beside her panties, and she remembered the feel of his thick, sweet cock as it entered her pussy for the first time, sliding all the way in while her aunt's moans came from the bed-room. She had come almost immediately, and Phillip came shortly thereafter, causing a river of sperm to run down the inside of her thighs. She got up and walked naked to the bathroom and felt Phillip's eyes on her ass as she went. Inside the bathroom, she put two fingers to her pussy and tasted the delicious mixture of juices still running out of her. Then she peed and wiped herself. On her way back to Phillip, she paused beside the bedroom door and peered inside. Her aunt was kneeling over Stan's chest, his face covered by her hairy cunt as she took his cock deep into her throat and massaged his balls as she sucked him. Unconsciously, she had opened the door wider to watch, stroking her clitoris at the same time. A moment later, Phillip's hands captured her breasts and she felt the tip of his cock poking into the deep crack between her buttocks. Arching her back, she reached behind her to guide it lower to where her pussy still dripped with the excitement of watching her aunt go down on her lover. Phillip moved behind her and his cock entered her cunt from behind with such force that she gasped. Her aunt had looked up at her with a panicky, worried look on her face, and then had smiled as their eyes met. Connie reached between her legs and held Phillip's balls as he groaned in pleasure while he humped against her ass. Carlie's smile turned into a pouting "O" as she went back to the erect cock in her hands. She proceeded to give Connie her first real lesson in cocksucking then, as she licked her lover's cock and balls, and finally urged streams of white come out of him - streams which she quickly gobbled up as Connie watched in amazement. Phillip had long since come, and his juices were again running down the inside of her legs. Her aunt was milking her lover's cock into her mouth, straining to capture the last of the succulent white cream he shot. Bits of the fluid seeped at the corner of her mouth as she closed her eyes in obvious ecstacy. Connie watched the woman's throat working as she tried to swallow the length of Stan's cock. With Phillip's semi-hard cock pressing her ass, she watched her aunt with growing excitement and slowly dropped to her knees, turning to capture the boy's penis in her hands. Watching her aunt out of the corner of her eye, she sucked the still-soft organ into her mouth and felt it jerk alive on her tongue. Carlie smiled as she watched her niece going down on the handsome lad. She wiggled her ass as Stan's tongue swirled around her clitoris, bringing her closer and closer to climax. Connie's mother was a demure prig of a woman, just the opposite of her hot-blooded little sister. Carlie recognized herself in Connie and had vowed to help the girl out from under the moral tyranny of her mother. It was, after all, an aunt's duty to help her niece enter the mysteries of womanhood, she told herself as she weighed Stan's balls in her fingers. Connie had held onto Phillip's hips as he fucked her mouth and tried to counter his movements with her own, feeling the luscious cock slipping back and forth between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. When he suddenly broke the rhythm to thrust deep into her throat, she gagged and choked, gasping to catch her breath. She could hear her aunt snickering softly from the bed and turned crimson with embarrassment. Later, Carlie had told her how to avoid choking on an over-exuberant man, but it would be some years before she learned to deep-throat. Connie was a cocksucker from a long line of cocksuckers. She had taken naturally to her calling and with the prompting of her lascivious aunt, became a mistress to her oral desires. Don moaned loudly as he shot a stream of white come into the air. She quickly brought her thoughts back to business and captured the erupting column in her mouth to taste the second spurt of hot cream. Don's body convulsed as he pumped his orgasm into her sucking mouth. Connie stretched out on the supine body of her lover and shared a deep kiss with him, barely flicking their tongues together with his hands wandering over her wide ass. At times like these, she forgot how she so often envied the narrow-hipped, thin girls who seemed to steal every show and parade themselves as paragons of feminine beauty. Her man loved her for the big, soft woman she was - what she was and who she was. Putting her head on his shoulder, she closed her eyes and luxuriated in the feel of his hands soothing her satiated body. Outside the window, birds chirped noisily in the morning sun. She would have to take the time to look at them through the binoculars Don had given her, provided she could stop listening to the song of his magnificent trouser lark! Carolyn awoke and looked at the clock beside her bed. It was 2:35 A.M. and she was wide awake again. Ever since her date with Don, she had not slept the night through, but awakened two or three times with visions of her with him and Connie in any number of steamy circumstances. This night, it had been the three of them locked in an oral triangle. Her breasts were swollen and erect, and her pussy was flooded with the excitement of her dream. "Damn!" she swore reaching for the phone. "Enough is enough!" "Hi," she said when the other party answered. "What are you doing?" "I was sleeping," came the groggy reply. "Is this Carolyn?" "Of course it is, Alan. How many other horny women call you in the middle of the night?" There was a moment of silence before his reply. "Wait a minute. I'm counting," he told her. "What's up?" "My nipples," Carolyn breathed to him. "I wish you were here to suck them." There was no reply. "Alan? Are you there?" "I was just pulling down the sheet. Are you going to make me jerk off again tonight, Carolyn?" "Why don't you come over and do it here - or let me do it for you? I want your cock, Alan," Carolyn breathed into the phone. "Damn it! We've been through all that, Carolyn. I can't give you what you want, so don't ask me for just part of it." "Don't you like my pussy?" "Hell, I love it!" the man replied. "I just can't get used to sharing it with anybody else, and you won't be tied down. So that doesn't leave us very much hope, does it?" "I've been dreaming about your big dick," she said, ignoring his allusions to her refusal to stop seeingother men while she dated him. "Carolyn! I can't take this!" "Then come over and stick it in my cunt and my mouth. I want to eat your cock, Alan!" The line was silent. "Alan, I have two of my fingers in my pussy and its getting so wet! Please come and fuck me!" There was a deep sigh on the other end of the phone and then Alan cleared his throat. "I can't do it," he told her. "I'm sorry, Carolyn. I just can't take the roller-coaster ride!" Carolyn swore under her breath as she hung up the phone and opened the drawer of her nightstand. Inside was a girl's best friend - her vibrator with a tube of flavored lubricant. She turned it on and pressed it to her clitoris. With the other hand, she picked up the phone and dialed again. Connie's voice was barely audible. "This is Carolyn. I'm sorry I woke you up, Connie, but I just had to talk to you." "Carolyn?" The woman on the other end was instantly awake. "It's all right. I was just sleeping. Is anything wrong?" Connie asked. "I guess not. It's just ... ever since I was with you and Don, I keep waking up in the middle of the night. It's sort of wierd." "Guilty conscience?" Connie asked. "You've got to be kidding! Just the opposite. I know we don't know each other all that well, but you and Don really turned me on, Connie. I don't know what to do about it." Connie chuckled softly and Carolyn could hear her stirring in the bedclothes. "I have to go to work in the morning, or I would suggest getting together right now. I usually don't go one on one with a woman, but there are always exceptions to every rule," Connie told her. "That would be great," Carolyn sighed. "I'm like that, too, but it was different with you. I don't know why it's affected me like this, but it has." "Maybe it was Don. He has that kind of effect on people. How long have you known him?" Connie asked. "We work together. Actually, we never dated before. Last night was sort of an experiment, I guess. Wow!" "Maybe we can do it again sometime," Connie murmured and yawned into the phone. "Do you mean that?" "Sure," Connie answered and yawned once more. "Call me tomorrow." Carolyn said goodbye and hung up the phone, running the humming vibrator over her clitoris until she felt the familiar rush of her orgasm building. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the memory of Connie's fleshy thighs against her cheek and the taste of her pussy as wave after wave on sensation washed over her. The two of them, she knew, had only scratched the tip of the iceberg of passion! Don rolled over and put his arms around the ample body next to him, his cock lying along the deep crease of her buttocks. He felt her behind pressing back against him as he carressed her breast. "Who was that?" he asked as she hung up the phone. "A friend of yours." "Carolyn?" "Uh huh." Don was silent. "Well?" she asked. "Well what?" "Aren't you going to ask what she wanted?" His hand went down to the hairy flesh between her thighs. "I know what she wants. The question is - is she going to get it?" "I don't know," Connie answered quietly. "She's different, isn't she?" "Different?" "You know, it's like she... never mind." "You like her, don't you?" "She was nice." Connie was cut off by a probing finger that suddenly found her clitoris. She twisted around and kissed the man next to her. "Did we turn you on?" she asked with a husky voice. "You know it! I think she loves your ass almost as much as I do." She felt his other hand slip down between her buttocks and probed the tender flesh of her behind. It was a relatively new area of eroticism that he had found for her and she wondered what new treat would be in store this morning. The answer came quickly as he turned her on her stomach and spread her legs. While he probed her cunt as deeply as his fingers could reach, she felt his tongue at the base of her spine beginning its slow journey down to the twitching flesh of her pussy. She moaned in ecstasy as he tickled her asshole with the tip of his tongue and then ran it down to the opening of her wet cunt. Spreading the lips with his fingers, he tongue-fucked her for a few moments and then went back to tickling her behind. This time, one finger probed inside her ass as he continued to kiss the broad, sensitive globes of her behind. "Please be careful, Don," she murmured. "I don't like it when it hurts." Without removing his finger, he rose and kissed her deeply. She could taste her pussy on his lips and ws vaguely aware that the sensation around her asshole had become more acute - and more pleasureable as the kiss went on. Then he withdrew and his tongue ran from the base of her neck all the way down her spine to where his fingers continued to excite her most secret pleasure centers. She gave herself up to the pleasure he was giving and felt her ass stretched wider and wider as he worked more fingers into the tender hole. Unlike previous occassions, the feeling was not one of pain, but of gradual pleasure of a kind she never before felt. She let him open her legs as widely as she could and when he knelt between them, she knew what would happen next and involuntarily flinched as the head of his cock pushed firmly against the excited ring of her anus. His fingers pulled her full cheeks apart as he pressed slowly and gently forward. Before she knew it, she felt herself filling up with his cock in a way she had never before known, and she felt the muscles of her anus relaxing to admit the slippery cock that was now sliding back and forth. "Stick your finger up your pussy," he told her. She did and felt the odd sensation of his cock moving on the other side of the thin wall of tissue. The thought excited her further and she moved her ass back and forth, trying to increase the sensations inside her. "Do you like it?" he whispered. "Oh, Don! I was so afraid you were going to hurt me. It feels so good, though." Indeed, she felt as if she was stretched open to her utmost, and each time he thrust his cock into her, she answered with a thrust of her ass. Men had always liked her ass, it seemed. This, though, was the ultimate in fanny-worship, she thought, and arched her back as Don's movements began to tell her he was starting to come. The motion excited her too, and she rubbed her clitoris harder and harder as Don continued to fuck her asshole, moaning and pumping his come into her. When they were finished they held each other for a long while without talking. His lips were near her ear and she felt his breath against the tender part of her neck. They showered together and looked at the clock. It was nearly time for them to leave for work. Don dressed and went to the door. "Dinner?" he asked just before he opened it. Connie looked up at him. "Like a date?" "Six-thirty. See you." He was gone and she stood looking at the closed door. When she was twenty, she had given herself body and soul to a man ten years older, and when the bubble burst, she had been totally devastated. He turned out to be quite married with no desire to change things; the two of them had an absolutely stupendous sex life, and would stay awake long into the night talking after the strength had drained from them. Connie had been ready to leave everything for him, but he wanted no part of a permanent relationship. It had been Carlie who had brought her back to the land of the living by insisting she find a new lover immediately and forget about moonlight and roses. Together, the two women went to Mexico for a weekend to spend among the gigolos until they were both fully satiated. At one point, they ran out of men, and Carlie jokingly suggested they improvise with one another. When Connie jokingly agreed, Carlie produced a vibrator and jokingly began using it on herself. By the time they were done joking, they had jokingly eaten one another and used up the batteries in the vibrator. Connie, somewhere along the line, confessed her affair with Cathy and Carlie confessed more affairs than she could remember. When they returned from their trip, Connie invited her lover to a motel for a threesome with her aunt. The two women stripped him and tied him to the bed, one eating him while he ate the other. They made him come repeatedly until his chest and stomach was covered with sperm. Then they dressed and left him, tied spread-eagle on the bed. Just before they walked out, Connie called his wife and told her where to find her husband. She was never proud of herself for doing it, but she felt it restored her self-respect. If he had been honest, she knew, she would have never been so hurt. Carlie laughed for three weeks. Ever since then, she had kept sex in perspective and took care not to confuse a good lay with moonlight and roses. Don had fallen into the first category but, Connie's defenses were falling slowly but surely. As much as she wanted to regard him as nothing more than a hot night between the sheets, she sensed a special chemistry that raised danger signals. But she ignored them and continued increasing her involvement with him. Neither of them asked anything of the other, but Connie was ready to restrict her love life to him and him alone, were he to ask. But, she knew, he would never ask - and she was happier for it. There were still a thousand Carolyns in the world and as many Raymonds, Phillips and, perhaps, even one or two more Dons. Carolyn stepped from the shower and rubbed herself briskly with a large towel. She loved the feeling of the soft material brushing over her skin and continued rubbing long after she was dry. Her breasts tingled with the excitement of the towel and her nipples stood erect and sensitive. She licked her fingers and teased one while she continued to towel her crotch with the other hand. Damn Alan, she swore to herself. She had dated him for almost a year, and the two of them had experienced a complete panacea of plesure together. Eventually, though, he had become serious and possessive, constantly talking about getting married and settling down. She was not redy for that, and knew that a marriage would end in disaster. He would not listen, though, and finally broke off their relationship. She closed her eyes and remembered one of their last times together as the towel slipped away and she continued rubbing her clitoris. He had tied her to the bed that night, and tickled her continuously with a long feather. AT first it had tickled ony a bit, but then the sensation began to build. He had not let up, but continued to run the long feather over her most sensitive parts as she squealed and twisted on the bed. When she was almost ready to explode, he stopped and climbed up on the bed to thrust his cock into her mouth. As she sucked him, he reached back and continued rubbing the feather up the inside of her thighs and across her inflamed pussy. She came as he was flooding her mouth with come, and she kept on coming as he dropped the feather and fingered her sensitive pussy. He knew just how to make her come, all right. She remembered the feel of his lips on her clitoris as she concentrated on her growing orgasm. Looking down at her crotch, she imagined his head their, but the picture became the light blonde hair and the mouth became Connie's as Carolyn began to come. She went to her bedroom and sat on the edge of her bed to slip on her pantyhose. She would probably be seeing Don today, and she wondered how he would react to her afte the night the three of them spent together. She also wondered how he would react if he knew she planned to meet Connie on her own. She had a feeling he would not care. It was Don, she knew, who had set her up to see Connie watching them. She smiled as she pulled a soft sweater over her braless tits and wondered if Don was as bias his women. She suspected that perhaps he was and a plan began to form in the back of her mind. When she got to work, she dialed Connie's number and made a date to meet her for lunch. At mid-morning, she bumped into Don as she went to get coffee. "Hello," she said saucily. "I enjoyed our date last night. You know how to treat a girl to a different evening!" Don smiled and looked around to make sure no one else was in earshot. "The pleasure was all mine," he told her. "I wouldn't bet on it!" she laughed. He laughed. "Connie enjoyed meeting you," he said. "Maybe we should do it again sometime." "Count on it!" she told him and went back to her office. She met Connie at lunch and after soem small talk, she told her what she was planning. Connie listened intently as Carolyn talked. "I thought you were just interested in the two of us," she said at last. "I didn't realize you were interested in a foursome." Carolyn looked down at the tabletop and then directly at Connie. "That hasn't changed," she told her. "I still want it with you one on one. How about you?" "I'd like that, I think," Connie replied softly. "And the other sounds good too. I'd like to see Don in action with another guy ans see how he likes..." "Oh my!" Carolyn teased. "Don't tell me that rascal has gotten to your backdoor!" Connie blushed and looked away. Carolyn reachd out nad put her hand on the other woman's arm. "I didn't mean anything, Connie. I mean, I've done it a couple of times, too. It just hurts too much for me to enjoy a whole lot, and Don's so big!" "He's not so bad," Connie told her with a shy smile. "But it's not somethng I'd like for a steady diet." "Are you busy tonight?" Carolyn asked. "Actually, I am. Don's taking me to dinner. Believe it or not, it's our first date. But maybe we could get together tomorrow or the next evening." "Tomorrow, then. Come to my place after work for dinner. Bring your toothbrush, if you want," Carolyn added coyly. "All right," Connie agreed, her breath beginning to shorten for some reason. The pact the two women were making was surprisingly exciting for her, as she could see it was for Carolyn. "I feel like a schoolgirl," she laughed, trying to break the tension building in her. Carolyn grinned. "I need another drink," she said. "You do strange things to me." Now it was Connie's turn to laugh. "Tomorrow night we'll see what strange things happen!" "It's going to be like forever. Especially with you and Don together tonight." "Please, Carolyn. Don't be the jealous type - especially about men. I don't think I'm ready for that." "Who me? Not a chance. I'm just thinking tht you'll be getting a good shot of what I want while all I'll have is my trusty vibrator and the TV Guide! If you need company, Honey, give me a call!" Carolyn assured her. Carolyn smiled. "Don't wait up," she told the other woman. "Believe it or not, this is going to be our first date and I have a feeling it's going to be a good one." Carolyn nodded sagely. She wondered if perhaps Allen might change his mind for one night. She did not relish spending the evening alone with visions of Don and Connie going through her mind. "Tomorrow, then," she confirmed. "See you about six, if that's all right." Connie smiled. "I wouldn't miss it for the world," she promised. Allen proved to be more steadfast than Carolyn suspected he could be, and she began to suspect he had other interests to keep him on the straight and narrow. She considered going to a singles place to see if she could get lucky, but decided against it. At the last moment, she dressed and went to a movie that advertised two "Thumbs Up" from Siskel and Ebert. It was a mystery thriller and she enjoyed it thoroughly. It was not until she had left the theater on her way home that she realized she had not thought of Connie for hours. In bed, however, the light haired woman captured her thoughts as her fingers brought her to shivvering climaxes before sleep and she slept soundly until morning. Connie rushed home to shower and change before Don arrived. She hated to admit it, but she was as nervous as she had been before her first date in high school. Of course, that evening had been a movie and an ice cream on the way home. The big event was a kiss in front of her door. With Don, she wondered where it would lead! All she knew was that she was terribly excited and could not wait to see him. Don arrived promptly and kissed her lightly as he ushered her to his car. He would not tell her where they were going, but headed out of the city and up the coast. When he pulled into the long drive that wound up to the Castle Amboy, Connie turned to him in shock. The Castle Amboy was notoriously expensive, had its own airstrip and catered to a very exclusive clientele. In fact, she had never met anyone who had actually stayed there, and she could barely remember talking to anyone who had even had dinner in one of its fabled "dinner suites". "This is too expensive!" she protested. "Don't you think you're worth it?" Don laughed. "That's not the point. You don't have to do this for me. I mean, you're sweet, but this is just..." Don laughed as she stumbled with the words. "Do you feel Caribbean tonight?" he asked. Connie shrugged and shook her head. Obviously, Don had gone to some trouble to set this up for her. A parking valet took his car and a middle-aged man escorted them to their private dinner suite. Conniw was not prepared for what she encountered. Passing through what seemed to be a standard hotel room door, they entered a luscious suite that overlooked the ocean. In the center of the room was a steaming hot tub surrounded by overstuffed pads and thick chenille wraps. Large palm trees framed a long table holding a lush assortment of appetizers. Soft reggae music accentuated the panorama of the sun setting into the ocean. Connie stood overwhelmed for a moment. "It's beautiful!" she whispered to Don. "Join me in some good clean fun?" he indicated the steaming hot tub and flipped a switch. Immediately the tub frothed with turbulence as jets of air surged through it. They had just settled into the hot water when a panel Connie had not noticed opened and a tall black girl entered. She was wearing a bright sarong affair which was so diaphenous that, at second glance, Connie could see she wore nothing beneath it. Her halter was made of the same material andher small, hard breasts peeked through impudently. She carried two fruit-laden drinks. "Island punch," she announced in a quiet voice. As she knelt beside the hot tub, Connie caught the light scent of her perfumed body, as well as a tinge of - something else, very faint but most definitely there. Connie looked into the girls deep brown eyes and caught a glimpse of amusement. Under the frothing water, Don's foot slipped between her thighs and teased her as she brought hte frosty drink to her lips. "My name is Tasulla, and I am from the island of Tatu, in the Grenadines," the girl said in sing-song island accent. "I am to serve you tonight, and I will be helped by Panna. If you want anything at all, simply call for either of us. We will never be that far away. And now, enjoy your drinks. When you hear my bell, it means I will be coming in in a few moments. I will tell you when dinner is almost ready." As she stood up to leave, Connie saw her silhouetted against the evening sky. Her buttocks were firm and round under the sarong, and as she stepped away with a long, sensual sort of movement, Connie saw the shadowy trace of her curly bush. Nor was the girl's lush sensuality wasted on Don, she noted. Under the water, the foot slowly rubbed her cunt as they watched the round globes of Tasulla's behind disappear through the panel. "I thought you would appreciate this place," Done told her. "It must cost a fortune! How did you ever find out about it?" He shrugged. "Business," he told her. "It's a rather exclusive orgnization, but it's world-wide and caters to a corporate budget. There are various degrees of service, of course, but the theme is always on elegance. It's your kind of place! How do you like the help?" "I'm waiting to see Panna," she grinned. "I assume he's the male counterpart of that beautiful creature." "You'll soon find out," Don told her and slid around the hot tub to sit beside her. Under the water, she found his soft cock and squeezed it slowly before she found his balls floating loosely in the hot water. Without warning, he took her face between his hands and kissed her deeply. Then he held her close to him and they sat quietly with their arms around one another as the water bubbled frantically. "Oh Don!" she whispered. "I don't want to love you!" "It's all right, Connie," he told her. "You know I'm crazy about you. We'll work it all out. We're the same kind of people. It's going to be wonderful." She buried her face in his neck and felt his arms around her tighten. She no longer felt like the big horse of a woman she always thought herself to be. Instead, she felt small, delicate and protected in his arms. They stood in the steaming tub and kissed again. This time, her hands ran down over his behind and then up to clasp the back of his neck. His penis was no longer soft but pressed against her belly as they stood. "You make me feel so good!" she murmured. She wanted to say more, much more, but she was afraid to spoil the moment. She did not have to, for his hands running over her back and holding her waist talked for him. They really knew very little about one another, but the feeling was there, all right. She was too street-wise to hope it would last forever, but she knew it was much more than a fast lay! Don's hands moved further and soon he was cupping her large buttocks, pulling her close to him as he continued kissing her. Connie liked to have him play with her behind because she knew he really appreciated the smooth, round globes of her ass. His penis continued pressing against her belly and she slid her own hand down to finger its probing tip. A tiny bell rang somewhere. "Oh damn!" Connie swore. "I've never fucked in a hot tub!" Don laughed and pulled her down into the water, causing her to straddle him. She squealed in surprise as his cock pressed against her pussy, and she shifted her weight to let him enter her. "Tasulla is going to catch us!" she giggled and felt his cock sliding along the tight walls of her cunt. "Would you like another drink?" Tasulla said from behind them, causing Conne to freeze momentarily. "Not right now," Don replied. "We're working on our own recipe." The island girl giggled as Connie rotated her hips on his cock. Don raised himself trying to thrust into her and lifted her ass almost clear of the water. She knew the girl could easily see his cock going into her and blushed when she realized that Tasulla showed no inclination to leave them. Instead, she felt strong hands massaging the back of her neck and realized Tasulla was in the hot tub with them. The hands felt good, as did Tasulla's muscular body pressing her flank as she felt Don going deeper and deeper into her. In the water, she felt almost weightless. Tasulla's hands were rubbing her back and slipping under her arms to lightly cup her full tits. "Such a pretty lady and such a big man," the girl crooned as she fondled Connie's tits and tweaked her nipples. "Oh God!" Connie moaned as her orgasm began to come. Don was already moving in short spasms that told her he was shooting deep inside her and she burried her face in his neck as she came. Tasulla laughed softly and slipped her hand under the water to caress Connie's pussy. "How was it?" Don asked. "Too much! You do things to me nobody else even thinks of doing!" "Hungry?" Connie nodded as she watched Tasulla climb out of the tub. She was an ebony statue with glistening breasts and firm, round buttocks. Her muscular thighs framed a bush of tight curls as she picked up a broad terry cloth and wrapped it around Connie. "Dinner be ready soon," she said and left the room, carrying her scanty costume with her. "Is that part of the service?" Connie asked as they watched the black girl undulate from the room. "The dinner suite comes with a complete fantasy," Don told her. "Tasulla is highly trained and very capable, I'm told." They towelled briskly and dressed as Tasulla entered the room once more. This time, she was accompanied by a young black man dressed in tight-fitting trousers and a colorful shirt open to the waist. He wheeled a large cart that held their dinner. "What are we having? I'm starved!" Connie said. "I think it's curried goat," Don told her. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be delicious." They talked quietly as they ate, words flowing from them easily. He told her of his divorce and the unhappiness he had left behind, and she spoke quietly of her life and the hopes she had always kept to herself. "I never considered remarrying because I never really believed I could be faithful to just one person," he confided. "I guess that means something." She smiled and avoided his eyes. "Maybe you don't have to," she said. "I feel the same way. Do you think you could stand your wife screwing someone else?" "I never thought so, but now I'm not sure. Tying your sex life to just one person just wouldn't seem to fit you," he told her. "Sometime I'd like to see what you're like with another man." Connie looked at him evenly. "Sometime I'd like to see what you're like with another man!" she challenged. Don blushed. "It depends on the man," he told her with a shrug. "Right now, I can't think of anyone that would fulfill your fanstasy." Connie looked down at her plate. One of her secret fantasies was to be shared by two men. She had made it come true once, but the men were nervous and intimidated by one another. Perhaps, she later wondered, things would have been different if they had been bisexual. She remembered the feeling of cocks exploding in her pussy and her mouth at the same time and shuddered. They were curled up on a wide couch drinking a sweet liquor as Panna and Tasulla cleared away dinner. As the two of them moved around the room, she noticed that Panna's trousers were made of the same thin material as Tasulla's sarong. She could see his cock lying thick and long against his thigh and stared at it hungrily. Don saw her interest and gently rubbed her breast as she followed the young man. "I'm sorry!" she apologized when she realized what she had been doing. "You must think I'm terrible!" "I was wondering when you were going to get around to the real entertainment of the evening," Don laughed. "Panna and Tasulla think you're a very pretty lady. So do I!" "I feel funny!" Connie said self-consciously and put her head on his shoulder. She felt him motion and decided to close her eyes and wait. Moments later, she was rewarded by soft hands unbuttoning her blouse and feeling her breasts. When she opened her eyes, a naked Panna was standingover her, gently removing her clothes. His large cock hung down, its black head shining like a large plum. Next to her, an equally naked Tasulla was on her knees working Don's pants down his legs with one hand while the other fondled his stiff dick. "How do you like them?" he asked. "They're beautiful!" she breathed. "Look how lovely his cock is!" Tasulla knelt back and looked at her. "Panna thinks you very pretty, Lady," she said shyly, and the young man looked down at Connie expectantly. She leaned forward to kiss the head of his huge penis, running her tongue into the tiny slit. Beside her, Tasulla filled her mouth with Don's cock. Panna knelt down and buried his face between Connie's thighs and expertly licked her pussy. Without warning, he stopped and Tasulla took his place. The girl's touch was gentle and exciting as she ran her tongue into the secrets of Connie's snatch, but Panna was even more interesting as he engulfed Don's cock, his own nine inches sticking out straight. As Tasulla lapped her cunt, Connie reached out and stroked the huge black cock bobbing alongside of her. Don's eyes squinted shut as he enjoyed the remarkable blow-job he was receiving. Wriggling around, she captured the huge cock between her lips and marvelled at the spongy feel of its head as she pressed her lips down on it. The tip of her tongue opened the large slit and she tasted the light saltiness of clear fluid. As she sucked more of it in, she could feel it jump as Panna's muscles spasmed at her touch. Concentrating, she took the black man's full cock deep into her throat and felt the coarse hair of his balls against her cheek. Tasulla was doing something interesting ot her pussy, filling it with air one moment and sucking it out the next. No one had ever done that to her before, and the repeated sensation was sending eerie feelings up and down her back as she sucked the throbbing cock. Glancing down, she saw the black girl's hands busily frigging herself as she worked on Connie's soft cunt. Panna groaned as she relinquished his cock and slid around to grasp the girl's hips. Tasulla moved expertly to cover Connie's mouth with her pussy and raised one knee so that she could look beside her and watch the spectacle of her lover going down on Panna's huge cock as the two men sucked one another in the 69 position. Connie sobbed as she started to come and sucked eagerly on Tasulla's clitoris until she felt the tremors shake the pretty girl's body as they had hers. Beside her, Don humped furiously into Panna's mouth and filled his own with the man's huge dick. Even as he was writhing under the pangs of his own orgasm, he stopped sucking and massaged the long penis until great fountains of white shot up and sprayed the two women with sticky come. A thick glob landed on Tasulla's cheek and Connie sensuously licked it off, savoring the strong taste of male sperm. Leaning over, she licked Panna's cock clean and then kissed Don deeply, letting her tongue carry the taste of come to him. "Wow!" she said. Don laughed. "Does that satisfy your curiosity?" "For the moment, anyhow," Connie told him. "There are probably a lot more things I have to learn about you!" "That goes double. I bet Panna's never been sucked like that in his life!" The young man grinned shyly and Connie looked at his cock lying flacid along his thigh. She reached out and stroked it and felt the blood begin rushing back to swell it once more. Beside her, Tasulla giggled and she felt the girls hands stroking her ass. Panna's cock continued to grow until he had a full hard-on once again. He rolled over and she opened her thighs for him. The huge cock entered her quickly and easily, spreading her wide and pressing hard against her cervix. She spread her legs wide and stroked his hairy balls against the tender skin of her ass as he began fucking her. She closed her eyes and savored every inch of the long rod that was stretching her pussy to impossible limits. Tasulla had turned around and was stroking them where they joined, bringing her pussy to Connie's eye level. She watched as the beautiful brown legs parted to expose black lips surrounding a firey pink pussy. Don's white cock slid between the velvet lips and disappeared into the wet hole as Connie watched. The rhythm of the two fucking people was accentuated by Panna's deep thrusts and she realized Don was fondling her tit as he fucked Tasulla. Slowly and gradually, Panna increased his rhythm and Connie became less and less aware of Don and Tasulla although their slippery genitals were scant inches from her face. The huge cock had her entire attention and she knew Panna was getting ready to come. Her own orgasm was only moments away, and when the man started making frantic sounds and thrusting deep inside her, she wrapped her thighs around him tightly and thrust her ass up and down with a rotating motion that fucked him deep and strong. Her pussy flexed and flexed as she milked the big cock like a cow's tit and felt a river of come squirting out of her pussy to run down the crack of her ass. Don had pulled Tasulla up to her knees and drove into her from behind. Connie looked up at his cock going in and out of her and impulsively kissed her clitoris and the thrusting shaft with its wrinkled sac hanging down. Don was moaning and she could see white liquid seeping out around the driving cock as he shot into her. As his cock slipped out, she kissed the gaping cunt and his come flooded down into her mouth. Tasulla held onto Panna's chest as she caught her breath. Both of them might have been professionals, Connie thought to herself, but they had been soundly fucked that night! "When you take a girl to dinner, you really turn her head!" she remarked as they drove back toward home. Don laughed at that. "I love being with you!" he told her. "You're the most exciting woman I think I've ever met." "More exciting than Tasulla?" "She's a trained and seasoned pro. You're real. Besides, I think you're prettier. You're my type of woamn." "That's why you took Carolyn back to your apartment and let me watch you screwing her, I guess. That's some kind of courtship! I guess it's all right, though. I ended up screwing her too!" Don slowed the car down and half turned toward Connie. "I don;t want to say the wrong thing, but Carolyn was a long time ago and so was Suzy. I'm working on right now, and it's a lot more than I bargained for. You're enough woman to keep any man busy! I'm not the one-woman type, you might have noticed - no more than you're a one-man woman. I think we can work it out. If you'd like, tomorrow we can do something a little more ordinary." Connie flinched as she remembered her date with Carolyn. She regretted ever making it now. Don was beginning to say the right things and she had no desire to involve anyone as volatile as Carolyn in what promised to be a true love affair for her. "What's the matter?" Don asked. "Am I coming on too strong for you. I thought you wanted me to be honest." "Oh Don," she gasped, "I'm sorry. I was just thinking of something else. What you were just saying is wonderful. In fact, I feel just about the same way about you. It's just that I had made other plans for tomorrow and I'm wondering how I can break them. I love being with you!" She put her hand on his arm as she spoke and then slid it inside his shirt to caress his bare chest. His arm around her, he slid it under the hem of her blouse nad cupped her breast, his fingers playing over the nipple as they drove. "Don't change your plans. We'll do it the following night and, if you want, we can spend the weekend together. I'm sure we can find something to do! - Or somebody!" Connie giggled and ran her hand between his legs to feel the bulge of his soft cock. They continued in silence for a long while, each savoring the lush pleasure of being close to the other. When the car stopped in front of Connie's building, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passonately. "Do you want to come in?" she asked. "It's late," he told her regretfully, "and we have to work tomorrow. We'd beter save it for later. Besides, I don't think there's much more left." She smiled and opened the car door. "Leave your curtain open," she told him. "I want to see you getting ready for bed." When she had gotten ready for bed, she slipped on a robe and looked out the window. Don waved to her. He was naked, laying on his bed. His cock was still soft and hung down between his open legs. She waved back and let the robe slide down her body, exposing her broad, white bottom. She knew how much he loved her ass and she ran her hands over it knowing he was watching her every move. Slowly, she crawled up on her bed, exposing the soft flesh between her thighs as she drew herself up on the bed. Reaching over, she turned out the light. Don's light remained on for a few moments as he savored the evening and thought about Connie. She was more than just attractive - she was the most exciting woman he had ever known and he wondered if she had any idea of how attracted he was to her. He slowly rubbed his cock as he remembered Janna's going in and out of her. She was even less inhibited than he and was probably laying in the dark watching him. He stood up and thought about going over to her apartment to fuck her, but thought better of it. He was fucked out! Connie arrived at Carolyn's apartment after much indecision. She did not want to alienate the woman, but her growing relationship with Don made a sexual encounter such as Carolyn suggested somewhat awkward. Had it been another man, she would have rejected it immediately. But the tryst with Carolyn was just off-beat and excitingly wicked enough to pique her curiosity. "I'm just a hot-blooded slit!" she told herself as she had so many times in the past. Connie had long ago recognized that she had never really been seduced, but had been a passive seductress. Her early affair with Kathy had been as much prodded along by her as anyone, and she remembered her persistence in finding out just how far her Aunt Carlie would take her. Connie loved sex in all its forms and each time she tried something new, it seemed, she found something else she liked. As she rang Carolyn's doorbell, her stomach filled with tiny, fluttering butterflies that grew to be 747's as the door opened and Carolyn stood before her dressed in an ultra-sheer gown that hugged her trim body like another skin and displayed every dimple and hair as if it was not there. She was truly breathtaking. "Like my outfit?" she asked with a wink. "It's great!" Connie told her. "I wish I could get away with something like that. I'd just look like the great white whale!" Carolyn gave her a playful kiss and squeezed her behind. "If you were wearing something like this, I'd rape you on the spot!" she said when she closed the door. Connie stroked the other girl's behind and felt the warm flesh under the slippery material. "Maybe you wouldn't have to," she replied. "I bought something for you," Carolyn told her, indicating a package on the sofa. "I had to guess at the size, so try it on while I finish getting dinner ready." Connie protested, but opened the package. Inside was a gown similar to Carolyn's. Connie looked around the apartment and began unbuttoning her blouse as the other woman moved about the kitchen. While Connie changed, Carolyn kept up a light conversation, chating about the weather, her job and her last vacation. Connie could tell she was nervous with anticipation, and felt her own butterflies growing as she slipped off her clothes and let the thin, slippery material slide over her body. In the mirror, she could see why Carolyn had bought it. Her breasts stood out opaquely and she could see the traces of each little bump around her nipples. Her pubic hair was a dark shadow that moved sexily as she walked and, turning around, she saw her ass stood out round and firm. Putting her hands on her hips, she flexed the muscles in her buttocks and saw the material jump as her ass cheeks firmed and relaxed. It was the sexiest thing she had ever worn. A low whistle from behind signalled Carolyn's approval. "I was about to say dinner's ready, but I think I'd rather eat you!" she said as she ran her hands over Connie's waist and hips. Connie put her arms around her and cupped her trim buttocks, feeling her warm body against hers. "I'd like that," she whispered huskily. The butterflies were flying high. Carolyn broke away suddenly. "Come on! We eat first. If I start with you, I'm liable to go all night!" Connie alughed and followed Carolyn to the small alcove that served as a dining room. Her appetite was set for something other than food, but she could see the woman had put some effort into the meal which was steaming and looked delicious. They sat down and Carolyn poured two glasses of white wine to offer a toast. "To our very special friendship," she toasted. Connie looked directly into her eyes as she sipped the delicious wine. Any doubts she had had about the night had gone away. As Carolyn dished out the shrimp bisque, Connie watched her small breasts move under the sexy gown she wore. "It looks delicious!" she said and tasted it. "Mmm! It's wonderful." "I like to cook, but I don't often get a chance. I thought you'd enjoy it tonight. Eat up, girl. You're going to need the energy!" As they ate, Connie saw that Carolyn ws openly staring at her breasts. "Do you like them?" she asked. "What? Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I was letting myself get carried away. You have a great set. In a little while, I'll show you how much I like them." "They've gotten me in trouble before," Connie replied lightly, and went on to tell her about her early experiences with Kathy, adding just enough detail to spice the conversation. As she talked about Kathy, visions of Carolyn's naked body filled her mind, and she felt herself getting wetter and wetter. Carolyn, too, was feeling the effects of Connie's story and poured each of them a healthy glass of wine and suggested they go into the living room where soft music was playing. "Can I help you clear the table?" Connie asked. "No. Just make yourself comfortable," Carolyn told her. "I'll get dessert for us, and then we can continue our conversation. There are some pictures in the album on the coffee table, if you like snap shots." She said the last with a bit of a leer and Connie knew to look at the picture album before she did anything. "Carolyn!" she whistled. The album was filled with photos of Carolyn in all poses of sexual abandon with any number of people. In one, she and four men made up an interesting configuration while two other women looked on. Connie assumed a fourth took the picture. Another photo showed the four women performing an intricate daisy chain with Carolyn in a pivotal position between two of them. One complete section dealt with Carolyn and a handsome young man. No one else was in the pictures, and Connie was sure they had been taken with an automatic time-delay camera. "That's Alan," said Carolyn sitting close beside her. "Best fuck I ever had. He could keep it hard for hours!" Connie smelled her perfume and also the unmistakeable odor of excited pussy - perhaps her own! Connie turned the page and saw Alan fucking Carolyn dog-style, Carolyn jerking off Alan, and Alan's tongue laving Carolyn's pussy. "I can't believe you have all these pictures," Connie said. "What if soeone gets ahold of them?" "I keep them locked up, normally. I took them out tonight because I thought you might like them." "You're a little sex bomb!" Connie laughed. "What's the wildest thing you ever did?" Carolyn laughed. "I don't know. I pulled a train on five guys when I was nineteen," she said, "but the Butterflies were a lot more exciting than that." "The Butterflies?" "Sort of a club I belong to. We get together every couple of months and party. Everybody's bisexual, and you know how much fun that can be!" Connie nodded but did not get a chance to say anymore as Carolyn's mouth came down on hers, tongues lashing one another in a frenzy. Carolyn's hands roamed over Connie's large tits and she, in turn, fondled the other girl's nipples and felt them grow stiff and hard. Without breaking their kiss, they stripped one another's gown away and Connie ran her hand down the length of Carolyn's smooth body, feeling her smooth, tight ass. "So pretty!" Connie murmured as they finally broke their kiss for Carolyn to slip down and begin sucking an excited nipple. She slipped further down until she was kneeling on the floor between Connie's feet, her cheek resting on the other girl's stomach. "Lie back and lift your legs," Carolyn told her. Connie obeyed and looked down. Carolyn bent to her open cunt and captured the swollen clitoris between her lips. Her wet tongue wiped langorously from the rich nest of hair to the puckered anus and back again. Connie closed her eyes in ecstasy as Carolyn's tongue ran in and out of her pussy while a wet finger tickled her asshole. Carolyn sucked and licked her as no one had for a long time. Not even Don with his experienced tongue, or Suzy with her eager mouth, had come close to bringing her this much concentrated pleasure and her orgasm came within moments. Carolyn slid up onto her and kissed her again. She could taste her cunt on the other girl's lips and cupped her ass as she returned the kiss. Then she eased her body over until she was on top of her and slid back to her knees beside the sofa. It was her turn! Lifting the small woman's leg, she placed a full kiss on her pouting cunt and tasted the wet juices running out of it. The odor of Carolyn's was a little stronger than she had remembered, but it fired her lust even more and she caught the girl's fat clitoris in her lips and bored her tongue along the length. Then she peeled back the tiny folds at its tip and licked it more. Carolyn twisted and squealed as Connie worked. Digging her heels into Connie's back, she came violently, gasping and shuddering as the other woman gave her no mercy, but pressed her face into her cunt and shook her head as if she was possessed. Finally, the two lay back in exhaustion, Connie's cheek pressed against Carolyn's wet thigh. "My God, you're good!" Carolyn exclaimed. "I haven't come like that for years - not even with a vibrator!" "Don't tell me you use a vibrator!" Connie said. "Sure. It's a girl's best friend. Don't you have one?" Connie shook her head as they untangled themselves and got off the sofa. "Come on, then," Carolyn laughed. "The night is just beginning!" In her bedroom, Carolyn displayed her collection of dildoes to Connie's amazement. They came in all sizes and colors, some so life-like they scared her. At Carolyn's insistence, she chose one, a nine-inch replica of a penis that seemed impossibly wide, although Carolyn assured her it was nicely accommodated. When she picked it up, she found it was made of a rubbery substance that felt not unlike the real thing. Carolyn flipped a switch in its base and it came to life, vibrating and twisting in her hand. Carolyn led her to the wide bed and began kissing her slowly and sensously from her head to her navel. Her fingers played at Connie's pussy as she sucked the big girl's tits and carressed her smooth skin. Her hairy bush rubbed against Connie's thigh and she opened her legs to make the wet lips smear a wet trail of pussy juice along the bigger woman's leg Connie raised one knee and let her slip two delicate fingers into her cunt as Carolyn's tongue swirled around the dimple of her navel and across her soft pubic hair. Carolyn replaced her fingers with the twisting, throbbing dildo and Connie gasped as the vibrating cock entered her vagina, spreading the walls almost to the limits of their endurance. Moments later, she felt a second one playing across her clitoris as Carolyn pivoted around on the bed to bring her dripping pussy to Connie's lips. While Connie sucked the girl's clitoris, she reached down and took the dildo rubbing her clit from cvarolyn's hand and slowly inserted into the girl's pussy. Carolyn squealed in excitement and rotated her pelvis into Connie's mouth. Her strong woman odor evoked a heady sensation in Connie as she watched the broad vibrator sliding in and out of her cunt. Carolyn's ass rode high and vulnerable, and Connie tickled it with a wet finger as she spread her own legs as widely as she could. Without hesitation, Carolyn began finger-fucking Connie's ass and Connie returned the favor with gusto as another orgasm built within her. As the two women twisted and shuddered their ecstasies between them, Connie altered between reveries of Kathy's feverish caresses and the steamy presence of Carolyn's highly skilled touch. The heavy taste and odor of cunt lingered in her mouth and when they kissed, she tasted the subtly different taste of her own pussy on Carolyn's lips. It had been Kathy who had first thought of rubbing their pussies together, but it had been she who had turned it into a lush and sensual kiss. This night, it was Carolyn who scissored their legs together until her wet cunt pressed squarely on Connie's, both sets of lips open and pulsing with desire. They moved against one another in slow, heavy circles, making sure of full contact on one another's vulva and clitoris. As they moved, Carolyn took one of Connie's feet and sucked her toes one by one while Connie did the same. Their juices flowed and mingled as each experienced orgasm after orgasm. Finally they collapsed, exhausted. Connie awoke and stretched. Carolyn was sprawled beside her, snoring lightly and she quietly eased herself out of bed and went into the bathroom. Sitting on the john, she examined herself and saw her pussy lips swollen and red. She peed and patted herself tenderly with the toilet paper. Carolyn's lips and thick cunt hair had taken their toll on her soft flesh. Looking in on the bed, she could see Carolyn sleeping on her back with her legs spread wide. Her pussy lips were dark and puffy and her clitoris lay full and prominent. Had not Connie had such satisfying night already, she would have been tempted to taste those luscious petals again. Instead, she quietly slipped on her skirt and blouse, stuffing her underwear and pantyhose into her pocketbook. Softly, she kissed the sleeping girl's nipples and then her lips. "Good night, Carolyn," she whispered and was answered by a warm moan. Outside, she felt the cool night air against her bare skin and slid into her car. As she drove home, she could still taste the girl's strong pussy on her lips and she remembered the excitement of making such illicit love. As she drove along, she continued thinking and her pussy began to seep once more. 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