A few minutes later I heard music coming from the rear of the house. Debra reappeared in the hallway. Her hair was once again neatly brushed and she was wearing a full-length, blue-flowered satin robe. The robe was untied, exposing black bikini panties on her otherwise naked body. She motioned to me and I followed her to her bedroom. After closing the door I saw that the room was dominated by a queen-size bed. Along the wall was a large chest and a long mirror directly facing the bed. She cautioned me to be quiet and not awaken her children. Then she stepped back and looked me over as I stood before her in the buff. I felt like a slave on the auction block. She told me I was strong and handsome, and she called me her “ebony lover.” When she lightly ran her fingernails along my limp cock, I felt my desire rapidly returning.
I pulled her against my naked body and slipped my hands under her robe. We kissed hungrily again and I could taste a residue of my come in her mouth. As I ran my fingers up and down the bare skin of her back, she slipped her arms out of her robe and let it fall to the floor. Although the room was only dimly lit, in the mirror I could see Debra’s pale whiteness pressed against my dark skin. The sight brought on a formidable erection, which I rubbed against her panties as I reached into them and grabbed the soft silky checks of her ass. Her nipples hardened almost instantly against my body as she began to grind her pussy against my fully awakened cock.
Finally I pulled her damp panties down over her hips. Debra stepped out of them and stood naked before me. There was a small patch of light pubic hair above her pussy. Her ass was fuller than those of the younger women I had known. I asked her to sit on the edge of the bed. When she did, I knelt in front of her. Reaching up between her outspread thighs, I felt the warm dampness of her pubic hair with the palm of my hand and inserted my fingers into her vagina. As my fingers probed deeper and deeper inside her womanhood, she began to shudder and shake. I finger-fucked her until she was thoroughly wet, then removed my hand and lowered my face to her lovely cunt, which now had a glistening opening the size of a half-dollar.
As I kissed and ran my tongue between her pussy lips, I felt her thighs tighten around my head. She pushed her cunt into my face as I licked her gash harder and deeper. My tongue probed the same inner depths my fingers had explored. Then I withdrew my tongue and searched for her clitoris, which I found swollen to the size of a pencil eraser and fiery red. I tongued it roughly, much to her delight, and sucked it as hard as I dared. She began convulsing so violently that I thought I was hurting her, but when I pulled my mouth away, she took my head between her hands and guided me back again to her pleasure zone. Soon, when she began to orgasm, the entire bed was shaking. She groaned so loud that I feared she would awaken her children.
In the mirror I watched her squeeze her tits and pull on her nipples. It was like watching an X-rated movie, except that I was now one of the actors. Excitedly, I straddled her and allowed my cock to replace my tongue in caressing her clitoris. She began pleading with me to put it in and fill her up. “Fuck me good and hard,” Debra pleaded. Over and over again, she kept telling me that she wanted all of my big cock in her. Her pleading turned me on even more and I promised to fuck her better than she had ever been fucked by anyone before. “Please do it now,” she begged. “Please fuck me.”
I pushed her gently onto her back and placed her legs over my shoulders. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get all my huge hammer into her at once, so I inched it in slowly. She kept begging for more of it, telling me how wonderful it felt. With each stroke I seemed to go deeper, and she arched her hips to meet each of my thrusts. Our rhythm increased in tempo until I had penetrated her so completely that the head of my rock-hard cock was touching her cervix. She cried out, not in discomfort but utter joy.
We fucked like this for twenty minutes or more before she begged me to hurry and fill her with my come. I increased the tempo and she began to climax violently. I shot my load deep within her. Her vaginal muscles contracted around my pulsating cock, milking my semen out. When we were both calm again and she slowly lowered her legs from my shoulders, my cock began retreating from within her and I felt my warm come dripping down her legs. Suddenly, unexpectedly, she slid from under me and ran to the bathroom.
While she was cleaning herself, I remembered the pot I had brought and went to get it. I rolled a couple of joints and brought them back to the bedroom. We lay together on the bed and smoked them as we talked and listened to another tape of soft music. Debra told me of her failed marriage and growing loneliness. She confessed that she had been horny and wanted me on my first visit, hoping I would seduce her. She said she had a greater sexual appetite now than when she was twenty and that it was not being satisfied by her regular boyfriend. She explained the need to be discreet about meeting new sex partners because of her job. Although she did not say so, I got the impression that she was being kept and would allow nothing to jeopardize her friend’s generosity in paying for her expensive needs.
After we finished smoking the joints, she said she wanted more sex with me and promptly began giving me head. It wasn’t long before she was on my cock, fucking herself wildly. She had another orgasm as I sucked on her titties. Before I let her rest, however, I mounted her doggie-fashion and rammed my hard cock into her pussy from the rear, pounding my belly against the cheeks of her magnificent ass as I fucked her. That night I came five times as she introduced me to every sexual position I had ever thought of—and more besides.
The sun was just peeking above the horizon when she asked me to leave. She wanted me to be gone before her children awakened. After taking a shower with her, I went to the living room and dressed. She put on her robe and followed me, telling me how great an evening it had been for her. She kissed me hard and then I slipped out her side door.
I drove to a friend’s pad near the college instead of going home and, after I’d awakened him, we shared a beer while I gave him an abbreviated account of my evening with Debra. I then slept on his sofa most of the day. (Later I learned that Debra had typed and turned in the research paper that day. When the grades were posted, I discovered that each member of our group had received an A.)
I was able to get back together with Debra only twice before the end of the semester, neither of which occasions matched the loving lustfulness of that first night. I also learned the friend—to whom I had confided—had a big mouth. My steady girlfriend, Lenora, found out about me and Debra. Because Lenora kept close tabs on me during the following semester, Debra and I gradually lost contact. Several months later I learned that Debra had taken up with a weight lifter and that she was getting all the sexual attention she could handle.
Although I have enjoyed exciting nights with other women since the memorable one with Debra, I have never come close to duplicating the sexual satisfaction I experienced with her. Now I’m looking hard for another older lover who fucks and sucks like a hungry tigress.
THREE-FOR-ALL
To begin with, I am thirty-one years of age, six feet tall and quite good looking. I have always had more than my share of lovely women along the way. Until several weeks ago, in fact, I thought my days of sexual discovery were for the most part past. But I was wrong.
It all began two weeks ago. By chance I encountered a young woman, Marti, with whom I had been now and then involved during college. Marti looked as beautiful as always. If anything, she had improved with time. We hugged and kissed and spent the next twenty minutes catching up. She was late for an appointment, so we made a dinner date for the following Saturday evening and she rushed off.
When the hour of our engagement arrived, I took Marti to a small, softly lit, intimate restaurant where everything went extremely well. We found it as easy as ever to communicate with each other. Several hours and two bottles of champagne later, we went to a disco for after-dinner drinks. The place was in full swing when we arrived. Marti and I spotted a place to stand and I fought my way to the bar for the drinks. Waiting for the bartender’s attention, I was surprised by a pair of hands sudde
nly covering my eyes. Wondering who was their owner—and whose breasts were pressed against my back—I looked over my shoulder into the eyes of one of my favorite past lovers, Bonnie.
“Michael!” she squealed, and gave me a crushing hug. She looked incredible. Her honey-blond hair was a sea of soft curls, falling to the middle of her back. Her body and sparkling green eyes were still as perfect as they’d been during those passion-filled evenings in my college apartment. I took Bonnie’s hand in mine and led her toward Marti.
Marti appeared perplexed when I returned, cocktails in one hand and Bonnie in the other. I quickly introduced them to each other. Marti asked, “Are you the Bonnie I’ve heard so much about?”
“I imagine I am,” Bonnie replied. “And you’re Marti—college-days Marti!”
“That’s me!” Marti laughed.
“Well, this is quite a coincidence!”
The conversation, influenced by entirely too much alcohol, became amazingly open and personal. Marti asked Bonnie how her luck had been with men in the city where she now lived. “My luck with men hasn’t been so great,” Bonnie said. “I’ve done better with women.”
I knew Bonnie had experimented with bisexuality years before, and what she said now really didn’t shock me. What did surprise me was that she would be so open with Marti. Although slightly taken aback by Bonnie’s remark, Marti didn’t seem repulsed or uncomfortable. Rather, she wanted to know about Bonnie’s lesbian experiences.
Bonnie said her experiences had begun with an extremely feminine and beautiful roommate during her sophomore year of college. I was absolutely fascinated, listening to these two women. When we were joined by a few friends of mine, Bonnie and Marti ended their conversation. Marti asked me to take her home. We left and went to my apartment, where we immediately melted into each other’s arms and made passionate love until the early morning.
As we lay holding one another close, Marti said that for as long as she could remember, she’d had a burning curiosity to experience another woman’s body. Years before, as an eighteen-year-old, she had often invited her closest friend at school to sleep over. One night as she slept, Marti had awakened to the gentle caress of her friend’s hands on her firm young breasts. Instead of turning away or startling her friend, she’d pretended to be asleep as her friend’s fingers found their way to the damp cotton panties between her legs.
Marti had never reciprocated in those evenings of sexual adventure, but she invited her friend over many times again, always anticipating her touch and attention. She’d gone as far as letting her best friend’s lips taste her nipples and her friend’s fingers enter her virginal pussy. Their encounters had ended when her girlfriend moved out of state with her family. But those special evenings had left their mark upon Marti’s sexual awareness. No wonder she was so turned on to Bonnie. Bonnie’s perfect body, the softness of her blond hair and, most important, her total femininity made Marti’s imagination swell with the anticipation of an encounter with her.
I was captivated by a vision of these two exceptionally beautiful women actually exploring each other’s body. My cock began to harden rapidly. How outrageously erotic if this dream could actually become a reality!
“How serious are you about spending time with Bonnie?” I whispered. Marti didn’t know quite what to say. “Bonnie is very free, you know. She’s always been uninhibited. If you’re really interested, I’m sure I could work it out for you. I’ll speak to her, if you like.”
Marti fixed her eyes on mine and asked softly, “If I agree to live out this fantasy, will you be there? Can the three of us make it together instead of just she and I?” She laid her head on my shoulder and added, “You’ve experienced her before. If you were there, it would make me feel much more confident and secure. I really want to,” Marti confided. “I’m just so inexperienced.”
“I’ll talk to her,” I said. “If the mood seems right, I’ll see what she thinks.”
With that, Marti held me close and we began to make love again. When I left her in front of her house the following morning, I promised to talk to Bonnie.
I saw Bonnie that afternoon and, as I expected, she was excited and flattered by the whole idea. I explained Marti’s special request that I participate in the sensual adventure. I cited the insecurity that Marti felt about being alone with her. Several minutes passed. I awaited Bonnie’s response. My pulse quickened when a wonderful, rather naughty smile appeared on her lovely face. Leaning across the sofa, she slid her arms around me, gently kissed me and said, “How about this weekend! Will that be all right with you and Marti?” I almost fainted.
That Saturday evening, I waited impatiently in the hotel suite I had taken for this special occasion—champagne on ice, romantic music playing softly, lights dimmed, candles lit near the huge quilt-covered bed. The ladies were to arrive at eight. Dinner was at nine.
As I sat sipping champagne and enjoying the evening skyline view through the window, there came a knock at the door. I had seen Marti look lovely many times before, but never like this. She was exquisite. A shimmering black silk dress clung to her body as if it had been painted on. Her large nipples, already swollen, pressed visibly against the sleek fabric. The curve of her large breasts was accented by a single strand of white pearls. As I led her to a large armchair, I focused on her perfect legs and firm ass. Her shoulder-length hair framed her sparkling eyes and full red lips in the warm candle glow.
Just then Bonnie arrived. She walked slowly into the suite and her eyes immediately found Marti’s from across the room. The curves of Bonnie’s voluptuous body beneath the crimson red velvet she wore were obvious. Her pointed breasts were like Marti’s, the nipples visibly rigid. The electricity in the air was explosive.
As we all talked and drank champagne, I saw them stealing glances at each other’s straining nipples. I sensed their rising hunger to taste what they were looking at.
The evening slipped by. After dinner, Marti sat on the edge of the bed. I felt my heart race as Bonnie rose from her chair and went over to her. No words were exchanged as Bonnie’s graceful hands began carefully to massage the other’s neck and shoulders. I watched fascinated as Marti arched her neck so that her tresses fell onto Bonnie’s full breasts. I heard the girls’ breathing become deep and labored. My own breathing quickened and my temperature rose as I watched Bonnie’s polished fingernails work beneath Marti’s sheer dress. Marti began to moan, her large breasts cupped in Bonnie’s hands. I watched, spellbound, as Bonnie helped Marti to her feet. Bonnie now sat on the corner of the large bed. Silently Bonnie lowered the black silk from Marti’s shoulders. Neither woman took her eyes from the other.
I caught my breath as Marti’s rose-tipped breasts finally swung free. The nipples were swollen and rigid. I stared as Bonnie’s long tongue ran across their undersides, leaving wet trails shining in the candlelight. Bonnie began to run her hands up along Marti’s long legs, disappearing under the black silk. Marti meanwhile unfastened the front of her dress until it opened, revealing tiny, black lace panties. Bonnie’s mouth closed greedily around one of Marti’s swollen pink nipples. Throwing her head back, Marti gasped. Bonnie’s lips were now wandering across Marti’s torso, kissing and licking.
By now I was panting with excitement, my cock straining the zipper of my pants. Bonnie took Marti by the hand and led her to one of the large chairs near the window. Marti seemed almost in a trance. Bonnie knelt between Marti’s gorgeous legs, spreading them open and running her hands over them. Marti eventually lifted her ass from the chair to let Bonnie roll off the panties—soaked with her musky wetness—down over her perfectly formed thighs, calves, ankles and feet, still encased in black high heels. After what seemed an eternity, Bonnie attained her goal, the tuft of damp curls between her new lover’s legs.
I got up and sat on the carpet next to the girls and watched breathlessly as Bonnie’s fingers disappeared into Marti’s waiting pussy. She firmly but carefully probed deeper with each stroke, until three fingers were
entirely buried inside of Marti’s throbbing cunt. Marti’s body tremored and her eyes fixed on the other’s angelic face. Slowly Bonnie withdrew her nectar-soaked fingers. Marti watched entranced as they moved to her breasts, smearing the juices of her heated cunt in circular traces across her hardened nipples. Leaning forward between Marti’s thighs, Bonnie kissed the heaving breasts, pulling and squeezing the swollen nipples.
Marti was in ecstasy, shunting her head involuntarily from side to side. I was amazed—and so was Bonnie, I think—when Marti suddenly took Bonnie’s fragrant fingers and hungrily stuffed them into her mouth. I looked on as her passion-inspired tongue cleaned her cunt juice from Bonnie’s fingers. Bonnie moaned and removed her mouth from Marti’s full breasts to the dripping cunt below. She placed her red lips greedily over the swollen clit between Marti’s trembling thighs. Marti screamed as her lover engulfed the swollen pearl of her lust.
Never had I been more turned on. Bonnie’s blond curls brushed the softness of the other’s thighs. I could hear the moisture being sucked from Marti’s cunt. I quickly stood and removed my clothes. Marti gaped at my straining cock as it was released from my pants. Her fingers encircled it and guided it into her open mouth. Bonnie’s tongue was now probing the interior of Marti’s inflamed cunt. I was transported by this dream coming true.
Bonnie’s angelic face was pressed deep into the other’s fragrant cunt. The wetness was visible on the smooth skin of her face. Marti spread her legs wider apart, welcoming the tongue that probed her pussy. Her hand was on Bonnie’s slender neck, and she pulled her even closer, urging her to invade her pussy as deeply as possible.
My cock, never harder, was being forced into Marti’s soft mouth. I soon felt the come inside me boiling. But Marti suddenly took my cock from her mouth. She stood up and helped Bonnie to her feet. She then told Bonnie to lie back in the chair where she had just been. Bonnie settled back on the soft cushions as Marti moved in between her thighs and began exploring Bonnie’s breasts, pulling her nipples and rotating them between her fingers. Marti leaned forward and their mouths met. They were locked in a passion-filled kiss, Marti tasting her own sweet juices on Bonnie’s face.
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