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Bird in the Hand
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BIRD IN THE HAND
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 rela-
tionship.
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 bi- as
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 get-
ting 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 court-
ship! 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. This
time, however, she was thinking about Don and the way he fucked
her the last time they were together and the way he had held her
after the passion was spent.
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