by Mia Moore
“You got that right! Oh Sara, just you wait. He’s a great lover.” She wrinkled her nose and grinned, her feet pattering a happy dance.
“Oh yeah? You just wait till Don’s fucking you! Your cervix hasn’t been punched till you’ve been with him.” The smile spread on my face, caught up in almost a schoolgirl anticipation.
Her hand cupped my cheek and she leaned in to kiss me softly, her smile now replaced by lips that were parted and soft. “I can hardly wait, but first I want to sample more of what we started on the dance floor.”
Oh fuck, my breath caught and my pussy warmed, full and ready for more of her caresses. As I kissed her sweet, candy apple lips, my hand drifted to knead her soft, supple breast.
When she pulled back, her cheeks had flushed pink, her breath hot and faster. “Let’s go.” She stepped away, fingers seeking my hand to pull me after her.
The door opened and there they were—Byron in all his dark, teasing sexuality and Don my blue-eyed Adonis standing behind him. Sylvia stepped into Byron’s arm and they led the way down an amber lit hallway and through a dark wooden door.
The sight of rows of lockers, flanked by low wooden benches met my eyes when I stepped inside. Sylvia motioned to an empty locker beside the one she and Byron stood before.
This was it. I gulped and looked at Don, saw the slight widening of his eyes before he took me by the arm to the spot she’d indicated. My fingers hooked into the hem of my dress and I lifted it over my head. Don paused, his shirt almost unbuttoned and took the dress from me. He slipped it on a hook inside the locker and I noticed his gaze flit to Sylvia.
I turned my head and my eyes widened seeing her. Oh my God, in the dress it had been evident that she had a great body but standing in the demi bra, filled to over-flowing with alabaster globes above a narrow waist, she was a knock out. She wore a garter belt, leg shimmering as she raised it to remove her high heel. But my eyes were drawn to the area below the lacy belt, a perfectly smooth bare V with just the merest hint of a cleft.
My body almost tingled watching her graceful movements as my fingers, shaking slightly, unhooked the clasp of my bra. Over her shoulder, Byron’s eyes met mine and he stepped back, the better to see me. Slowly, my lips forming an ‘O’, I exhaled when I saw the width of his shoulders, the firm pectoral muscles shadowed by fine dark hair that extended in the broad line down an abdomen that was almost washboard firm.
When the bra fell over my shoulders and arms, his smoldering gaze on my breasts caused a warm pleasant ache deep inside. There was no self conscious looking away from either of us—we both unabashedly feasted our eyes on each other’s bodies.
His fingers worked to loosen his belt buckle, slip the button of his trousers and then extend outwards, willing me with his dark eyes to finish the job.
I smiled and looked up at him through dark eyelashes, walking towards him. My breasts pressed into his chest, still watching his smile, the arousal in his eyes as my fingers slipped his zipper open. I pushed at the waistband of his pants, the back of my fingers brushing into smooth firm flesh, the hollow of his tight ass, thighs taut and corded with rock hard muscles.
When the pants were at his knees, my hands left them and wandered slowly up…coarse hair tickled my fingers until they closed around his cock. I held him softly at first, my touch tentative and wondering. He was thick, the ridges along the underside seeming to pulse in my hand. His lips curled at the edges in a knowing smile as he lifted his legs to step out of the pants.
Still, I gazed into his eyes, heart beating a drumbeat in my ears, barely breathing. When my fingertips slid to the indentation where his shaft met the helmet head, the tip of my tongue licked the inside of my upper lip. His eyes flickered for just a moment, sensing what I longed to do. Over the curve, the silky skin until my fingers toyed with the slit, the pearl of lust that appeared.
There was a rustle and movement to my left as Sylvia led Don through an archway, breaking the spell between Byron and me. He took my hand and we followed.
When I stepped through the doorway, there was a large dimly lit area, with curtained areas bordering the walls. To my right was a fireplace, flanked by leather sofas forming a conversation pit. In the centre of the room, on a large circular bed, a woman was spread eagled, only her torso raised, hands rolling up and down a rather tall guy’s cock that she licked and kissed. Meanwhile, between her legs the top of another man’s head bobbed as his mouth and tongue feasted on her pussy.
My mouth fell open and my breath stopped as I watched them. Oh my God, I’d never been in such a place. It was like something out of ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ but dirtier! Stroking and groping, fucking and sucking was happening all around me! Looking from bed to bed in the subtle light as I followed Byron I saw naked bodies in all sorts of combinations undulating over and under each other. Soft and subtle sounds of murmurs and bodies slapping gently filled the air.
This was a dream…
At Byron’s subtle nudge my feet began to move again, following Sylvia and Don. Almost at the end of the room, near the corner where an area the size of a king-sized bed was curtained closed, she stopped and turned to face me. With her finger she gestured to another cubicle of sorts.
It had two beds bordering each other but at differing heights. Pristine white sheets covered the surfaces, softly pillowed as I discovered when I placed my knee on one. She scooted by me to the centre of it and patted the area next to her, a smile on her lips. Easing back to lie down, she extended her arms, legs lolling open to reveal a glimpse of pussy.
I knee walked forward and fell into her arms, kissed her lips while my hands found her breasts. Her tongue darted into my mouth and flicked quickly over my tongue sending a shiver of delight to my clit, exactly what she had intended. Her fingers trailed over my back and her hand cupped my breasts rolling and kneading the flesh.
I could stand it no longer. I pulled away from her kiss and lowered my head until I could taste her nipple in my mouth, feel the hard nub of it against my tongue. She grasped me harder onto her breast and moaned. Her skin smelled faintly of coconut and a floral scent-jasmine? It was a wonderful, heady infusion that only added to the appeal of the sweet flesh.
My hand skimmed down the velvet softness of her torso, over the slight mound of her tummy to her smooth mons. I heard her sigh, felt her arch her pelvis up seeking my fingers. Her body was lush, an exotic dish to savor and explore.
With slow deliberation, despite the pounding of my heart and my wish to ravish every part of her, my forefinger slipped through the moist furrow of her pussy, gliding easily until I found it. Oh God, her clit was like the tip of her nipple, a firm little bud of pleasure that I stroked teasingly. My lips drew back in a smile when she gasped.
I rose up on my haunches, my mouth lazily trailing over her skin to join my hand. I glanced up for a moment, saw the small smile on her lips and eyes half closed in lust. Behind me, “oh yeah” but I couldn’t tell if it was Byron or Don who had sighed the words.
I placed my knee between Sylvia’s legs and eased down on the bed, bending lower, savoring the sight of her pussy, swollen female lips drawn back to expose dark burgundy folds of skin and the lighter pearl of pleasure. With just the tip of my tongue I circled the firm little kernel, inhaled a soapy smell overlaid with her musk. She bucked her hips harder onto my mouth and I felt her hand stroking my shoulder.
“Oh fuck that’s nice.”
I sucked her clit into my mouth, my tongue swirling over the surface, almost as turned on as she was.
“Oh God…” her head rose off the bed and I watched her eyes, saw her tongue slide suggestively over the fullness of her lower lip. “Let me do you too.” Her fingers dug into my arm, pulling me.
Once more I tucked my legs under me and rose, this time straddling her head between my knees. Below me, her pussy glistened from her arousal and my tongue. My fingers, spread her wide and I dipped my lips once more into the slippery nectar, lapping at her bud of please like it was some kind of sw
eet candy. And it was…
“Oh my fucking…” The jolt of pleasure from her hot mouth on my clit, her fingers deep inside me almost caused me to topple over. For a few beats I closed my eyes, my mouth gaping just above her pussy, giving in to the pleasure of her tongue, circling, sucking, licking my clit , her fingers pumping hard into me.
The arch of her hips up was the nudge that incensed my lust, to lick her once more, my forearms under her ass, fingers pushing into her cunt. Oh God, it was glorious… the heat deep inside, the wetness of her pleasure while feeling her beautiful, hungry mouth devouring my clit, her fingers arching to my G spot.
On and on it went and I had a hard time continuing my own tongue action as lascivious lust claimed my body. I panted and licked, on the verge of orgasm, hips grinding onto her mouth.
A hand lifted my hair off my cheek and there was a dip in the soft mattress as a muscular thigh was placed between Sylvia’s knees. I looked up, my eyes becoming transfixed on what seemed like a humongous cock, a hand stroking slowly the length, the upward turgidity unyielding.
I lifted my head to see Byron gazing down, his eyes focused on my mouth. I eased forward, my movement breaking contact of Sylvia’s lips on my cunt, but I don’t think she minded. From the corner of my eye I saw Don move toward her, probably the same thing on his mind as Byron.
His fingers threaded through my hair, urging me closer even as he himself shifted towards me, his hand now gripping the base of his cock. It was like a gift he was offering, his lips parted and hooded eyes meeting mine . Oh God, the head of it was thick, a mauve helmet with a pearly dribble of lust already seeping from the slit.
With mouth wide, I extended my tongue to taste him, tease more of the sweet saltiness from that iron rod. It was good and I wanted so much more! My hand rose to grip it, feel the pulsing ropey columns, crisscrossed with dark veins. My tongue rolled over the satin surface, circling the thick club end much like I had done to his wife. The thought of it—eating Syvlia’s sweet pussy and now the delightful shaft of her husband, thick and long as a polish sausage caused a moan to emerge as a rumble from my throat.
I dove onto it, my mouth wide, deeper and deeper, eyes watering until that fullness of the head grazed the back of my throat. Oh God. The last thing I wanted was the gag that followed as I withdrew. But his fingers massaging through my hair reassured me, gave me confidence to glance up to his face.
“It’s okay Baby. Relax, breath slowly. You can do it.” His words were soft murmurs followed by a small smile.
I moved my leg from the other side of Sylvia and hunkered close to Byron’s thighs. Maybe from this angle I’d be able to pay his gorgeous shaft the homage such a magnificent piece of masculinity it deserved. With a deep breath I moved forward and once more began the descent of my mouth, lips straining outward as my tongue swirled over the underside. The ‘ahhh’ that fell from his lips, fingers fisting in my hair were all that I needed. Lower and lower, his thickness almost in my throat, I breathed slowly, holding the base in my hand.
“Oh Jesus, that’s good. Yeah, take it all. Suck it.”
His words struck a chord deep inside, releasing the cock hungry bitch in me. My eyes rose to meet his as my lips touched the stubble of his groin. I did it! Slowly my movements reversed, letting the silky hardness of his rod slip from my throat, my mouth till my lips closed in a kiss at the slit. His breath was coming in short pants as once more I took him inside, deeper and deeper. I felt him arch forward straining to push his cock into my mouth faster. His face was a blur when my eyes watered but still I met his movement. It was like he was fucking my mouth, holding both hands on each side of my head. Oh yes. That thick cock moving in and out faster making my mouth his cunt.
With an arch forward, his hands on my head then pulled me away. I blinked twice to clear my eyes, my mouth still agape waiting for his direction.
“I need to fuck you now. Beside Sylvia, doggy style.” He moved to the side, holding his cock in the base of his hand waiting, his breath fast and shallow.
Oh God, it was primal, the look in his eyes. My clit pulsed in pleasure even as deep inside there was an aching longing. I needed that cock pounding into me, making me scream with animal lust. I turned and quickly scooted past Sylvia to position myself next to her, upper body resting on my elbows, ass held high, a willing target for Byron’s thick shaft.
Oh fuck, this was lewd and wild—the first time I’d been able to actually see what Sylvia and Don were up to. She had his cock in her hand, rubbing up and down as her mouth bobbed quickly taking it in. Meanwhile, he knelt, leaning to the side, his hand playing with her pussy. They both looked like they were just about ready to orgasm from the look in Don’s eyes, flitting from Sylvia’s lips on him to her cunt...and Sylvia’s small moans, her mouth working feverishly on his turgid, thick shaft.
Oh God, my cunt needed Byron. What was he doing back there? I arched my waist and wiggled my ass at him a few times. Still nothing.
“Tell me what you want Sara.” His voice was a growl that went through me to my core, almost making me shiver with excitement.
Oh my God. He wants me to TELL him? What about him? How can he stand not shoving his cock into such an inviting target? “I need you inside me.” I spoke softly, watching Don pump into Sylvia’s mouth.
“Be specific and remember the magic word.”
I could almost hear the taunt in his voice, the smirk. FUCK! I thrust my ass backward, felt the knob of his cock before he pulled it to my ass cheek. So close….so horny for it….I exhaled loudly, ending with a moan, tears welling in my eyes.
“Put your Goddamned cock in my cunt you bastard!”
“Ughhhhhh…” He slammed his cock into me so hard that I almost collapsed onto the bed. But oh God, it stretched me, filled every fibre of my being almost to my throat.
His hand snaked under me, until his fingers were on my clit, rubbing it fast and soft. Oh my fucking…it was sooooo good. I gasped and tightened my cunt muscles, gripped him hard, savoring the fullness of his weapon. And yes, the way he’d thrust into me, it was a weapon. Why did this excite me so much?
“Fuck me hard and fast!” I turned my head sideways on the mattress. “Hit that cunt you fucker!” My voice was a raging growl.
Sylvia’s moan, her breath a hiss in flared nostrils filled my ears before once more Byron withdrew and nailed into my cunt again. This time I was ready and braced myself, even parried with my ass bouncing back against his hips. He ground deeper in short thrusts that were almost painful, striking places I never knew I had.
Don withdrew from Sylvia and joined Byron at the foot of the bed. Sylvia’s body slid downward quickly as he pulled her ass higher onto his thighs. Her head rocked up as he thrust into her. A lecherous, fulfilled smile spread on her lips and her eyes closed for a moment, enjoying my husband’s cock.
I reached for her breast, held it in my hand before rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She turned her head and rose, propped up on her elbow, reaching for my mouth to kiss me.
As our tongues danced together, my right hip landed on the bed when Byron pushed me down. I broke the kiss and looked at him just in time to see him grasp the left knee and lift my leg high in the air. I’d never done it like that before—laying on my side, him straddling my leg, aiming his cock at my opening. The sensation of him entering me sideways….it hurt in the best way…oh fuck, the fullness of it…his fingers stroking my clit…waves of bliss flooded through my body.
I turned to Sylvia once more and kissed her, an open mouth kiss, tongues slipping against each other, lips barely touching. From my cunt filled with the hardness of Byron’s cock to my own tongue darting into Sylvia’s mouth, like a miniature cock—it was decadent.
I turned my head to watch Don, see his eyes half closed in lust, lips pulled back, breath fast through clenched teeth, lost in lust. For a few moments our eyes met, gaze locked communicating love, sharing the lewd lust of what we were doing, this microcosm of pure sexual pleasure.
In my eyes, he was like a god, pure salacious male, muscled and hard, bestowing the sumptuous, bawdy woman under him with joy.
My hand drifted to Sylvia’s clit, the throbbing sensitive tip of intense gratification, wanting to share her orgasm with my husband. It was enhanced by Byron’s cock pumping hard into my cunt, his fingers whirring my clit, driving me to the edge of ecstasy.
Oh God, she was so wet. My fingers flicked across her clit and down to touch the iron hard base of Don’s cock burrowing deep into her cunt. She moaned and writhed, thrusting upward for more…my fingers…cock.
“I wish I had a picture of this—the four of us fucking on this bed.” Don’s voice barely registered.
Byron’s thrusts were fast like a jackhammer and like a jackhammer he was breaking through my core, the vibration of his hand on my clit…cock thick and hard filling me…”Oh yeah…that’s it…don’t stop.” Waves of lust spread through me, holding my breath, eyes shut, legs trembling…I fell into the abyss…lost in forever that cascaded higher and higher.
His thrusts were short and deep and hot cum spurted deep… spilling over onto the sheets. “Oh God!” One last jab, cock pulsing.
As the wave of pleasure began to subside, Don groaned his own orgasm, thighs slapping against Sylvia’s bare ass.
Her hand went to my cheek and she smiled into my eyes. “Fucking awesome,” she breathed.
Chapter 13: Dessert Friends
It was Saturday afternoon, a week later, lounging in bed with Don after a raucous bout of sex. As usual since the night at the swinger club, we couldn’t keep our hands off one another, acting more like horny teenagers than people in their forties. Early forties for me at least.
“This is unbelievable, straight out of Ripley’s.” His hand was casually draped over his forehead, staring up at the ceiling.
“I know.” I answered suppressing a giggle and snuggling into his body. “And to think…how it all started, the lump.” My fingers toyed with the soft hair on his chest.