by Megan Rose
Hell, we didn’t even know if we’d ever see each other again after that night.
But, as circumstances would have it, we did see each other again, the next weekend in fact, out at a different bar but with the same group of friends. And the weekend after that. And the one after that.
Eventually we ended up talking more regularly, hanging out occasionally, doing things together. Until one day we realized we were best friends.
Shortly after that, it just so happened that we were both looking for a place to live and it was natural that we ended up living together. We were like peas in a pod, twins separated at birth, she was the yin to my yang. Despite our outward differences inwardly we were almost the same person; neither of us cared about stupid, petty shit. And we both liked men.
Even the first time we hooked up it was nothing planned. We were both having men problems at the same time so we decided to have a girls-night out, just the two of us. We ordered gourmet pizza, bought three bottles of expensive wine, rented a few chick flicks and locked ourselves in our apartment.
We were drunk as skunks and had just finished the second movie when the fun started.
We’d been ripping on men the whole night, each telling stories about how small this guy’s dick was, or this guy couldn’t get it up, or how this guy was a three-pump chump when Penny casually said, “Why do we need men anyways?”
“That’s a damn good question,” I replied. “It’s not like they’re good for anything. Except for their cocks of course.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Penny said with the exaggerated inflection of someone who is well and truly toasted. “If they didn’t have those they’d be totally and utterly worthless.”
“Hell, even cocks can’t save most of them,” I said.
“You can say that again sister,” Penny said.
So I did. We both laughed.
“But seriously,” Penny said as the laughter died down. “Just imagine if women had cocks. Then we wouldn’t need men at all. We could replace them completely.”
“Who says we can’t anyway?” I replied, only half-joking. I’m not going to lie, at this point I was so drunk and so horny that I starting to get on board with this whole idea of leaving men out of the loop. And with such a pretty little thing sitting on the couch next to me, how could you blame me?
“What a minute, what are you saying?” Penny asked. She was trying to sound all innocent but I knew her too well to believe that schtick. She knew exactly what I was talking about.
“Cocks are the easiest thing in the world to replace,” I said. “I’ve got three of them in my room right now, all different sizes. And don’t tell me you don’t have at least a couple yourself. I’ve heard you making noises in your room when I know you’re alone.”
“What kind of noises are you talking about?” Penny said, pretending to be offended.
“Don’t give me that shit,” I said. “You know what I’m talking about.”
“Are you saying that you listen to me when I’m playing with myself?”
“Not listening, per se, but I can’t help but hear you. Not with all that moaning and groaning you do when you’re in there alone.”
“Does all that moaning and groaning turn you on?” Penny said. She was still smiling but her tone a bit more serious now.
“Of course it does,” I replied. “How could it not?”
She looked at me. I looked at her. And just like that, it happened. We both leaned forward at the same time and kissed.
Penny took the lead, hopping up on top of me and straddling me while we made out.
It was amazing, kissing another girl, not only because it was taboo but because she was a great kisser, much better than any guy I’d ever been with. Her lips were soft and supple, her tongue active but not crazy. She knew just how much pressure to use, not too much but not too little. I could only imagine how good she’d be with her tongue in other areas. Hopefully I’d find out pretty soon. But first there was some other business to take care of.
I put my hands on her stomach and moved them up under her shirt and grabbed her breasts.
She leaned back and slipped off her shirt, revealing her boobs in all their glory. Fat and juicy and hanging low with huge aureoles. They were amazing.
“You like my tits?” she said, bouncing up and down slightly, making them jiggle and shake.
“I fucking love them,” I said.
Penny smiled and pressed them together with her arms. “Yeah, they are pretty nice, aren’t they?”
“They’re more than nice,” I said. “They’re beautiful. Just like you.”
“Ahh, aren’t you sweet,” she said. “Deep down, despite your hard exterior, you’re just a little softy, aren’t you?”
“Sshhh,” I said, bringing my finger to my mouth in the universal sign for silence. “Don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold.”
“Don’t worry Kendra,” Penny said. “Your secret is safe with me. I won’t tell a soul.” Her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. “Provided you do something for me, of course.”
“Anything you want,” I said.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Penny said. Then she leaned forward and thrust her tits into my face. “Well,” she said. “What are you waiting for?”
So I started to play with one of them, fondling and licking it, slowly moving my tongue over her nipple a few times before clamping on it and sucking it until it got hard.
I glanced up to see Penny’s head thrown back, her face towards the ceiling and her eyes closed. Soft sounds of pleasure escaped from her throat.
I figured I was doing something right so I switched over the her other nipple and gave it the same treatment.
While I worked on her other breast Penny ran her hand down my stomach and slipped her hand under my pajama bottoms and started rubbing her fingers over my panties. I was already turned on but this took things to another level.
I started working her nipple more aggressively in response to my growing excitement and she replied by rubbing my pussy with more intensity. We continued like this for a little while, each one upping the ante and the other responding, until we’d both taken things pretty much as far as they could go.
My panties were completely soaked through by now, making it feel like her fingers were rubbing my pussy directly, but I needed something more. I couldn’t take the teasing anymore. I needed something inside me. So I climbed out from under Penny and quickly slipped out of my pajamas and panties. Falling back onto the couch I spread my legs and started playing with myself, my eyes locked directly on hers as my fingers slipped in and out of my pussy.
Penny slipped out of her bottoms shortly after I did, watching me the entire time.
I was expecting her to start playing with herself too but what I got was even better. She dropped down to the floor, crawled over until she was between my legs, and started licking my pussy.
I let out a low moan of pleasure and shifted my fingers so they were rubbing my clit while Penny ate me out, her tongue working expertly in and around my pussy, hitting all the right notes as only someone with a pussy of their own can.
And then I let out an even louder moan as she got her fingers involved, touching and rubbing and sliding in and out of my pussy while she continued working it with her tongue.
I’m not sure how long we went at it like that but soon enough I was cumming like I’d never cum before, my body shaking and shimmying as a scream escaped my throat as the orgasm wracked my body.
“Holy fuck,” I said once I’d recovered.
“A good one, huh?” Penny said, smiling, my juices covering her face, making it gleam under the light.
“Only the best one ever,” I said.
“No lie?”
“I swear.”
Penny put on her pouty face. “I want a turn.”
“Be my guest,” I said, relinquishing my spot on the couch.
Clapping her hands, she bounced up onto the couch, spread her legs wid
e and beckoned me over. Smiling, I obliged, dropping my face onto her pussy and going to town while she played with her clit.
A short time later I brought her to orgasm, her legs clamping down on my head while her body spasmed, her juices squirting out of her pussy and drenching my smiling face.
“Holy shit you were right,” she said, panting to catch her breath. “I can’t remember ever cumming so hard.”
“I told you,” I said.
“And to think, all these years we’ve been screwing around with boys . . .”
“Yeah, what a shame, huh?”
“Indeed,” she replied.
I stood up and fell onto the couch next to her. I dropped my head onto her shoulder then turned my face up towards hers.
“It’s pretty sad to think about all the time we wasted on those boys,” I said.
“Ain’t that the truth,” Penny replied. “Who knew that we didn’t actually need them at all?”
“Maybe those that did know kept it to themselves,” I said. “They didn’t want the secret getting out.”
“Yeah,” Penny said. “They didn’t want any competition.”
“That’s what I’m thinking.”
We fell silent for a moment. Then Penny starting laughing under her breath.
“What’s so funny?”
“I just think it’s hilarious,” she said.
“What is?”
“The fact that we really don’t need them at all,” Penny said. “They really are only good for their cocks, and like you pointed out earlier, those are easily replaceable.”
“They certainly are,” I said.
But Penny wasn’t done. “I mean, think about it: They don’t know how to kiss. They don’t know where to touch you. And they sure as hell don’t know how to eat pussy. They simply don’t know how to please a woman.”
“Where women, on the other hand, know exactly how and where to touch each other, because we touch ourselves all the time,” I said, picking up where she’d left off.
“Exactly!”
“Plus they only think about themselves,” I added. “As far as they’re concerned, once they’ve cum that’s it. They’re done. It doesn’t make any difference if you’ve gotten off or not.”
“Which brings us to perhaps the best thing about being with another woman,” Penny said, looking at me intently.
I knew exactly where she was going. I was thinking the same thing myself. It was something that came up every time we talked about boys.
“Women don’t have to stop after one orgasm!” we said at exactly the same time.
“We can go all night long without a break,” I added.
“We can indeed.”
I stood up and held out my hand. “Shall we continue, my dear?” I said in a faux-elegant voice.
“We shall,” Penny replied in kind as she took my hand.
I helped her up. “Your room or mine?” I said, leading her towards the hallway.
“Does it matter?” she replied.
“Not at all,” I said, turning towards her. I pulled her close and started kissing her right there in the middle of the living room. “It doesn’t matter in the least.”
And it didn’t. By the end of the night we’d done it in both our rooms. And by the time the weekend was up, the whole house had been desecrated. And we were just getting started.
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SEDUCED BY A PERVERTED COUGAR
What do you remember more fondly? Average sex with a super-hot chick? Or super-hot sex with an average chick?
Most men, when they think of sexy women, prefer youth. The cute faces, the tight bodies, the smooth skin. Not me. I love mature women. Sure their asses are a little bigger, their bodies not quite as tight, their faces a little more worn, their tits sag a little more, but so what? The way I see it, passion and enthusiasm trumps all those things.
I mean, think about it, what kind of woman provides a more memorable experience?
A smoking hot young chick who just lies there like a dead fish?
Or the older freak who goes crazy on you in bed, no matter what she looks like?
I don’t know about you, but for me it’s not even close. I’ve been with my share of tight-bodied, firm-breasted, natural 18-year beauties, and even the best ones in the sack don’t compare to the average 35-year old housewife I’ve spent time in bed with.
Now, maybe I’ve just been very unlucky with the younger girls and extremely fortunate with the older ones but I don’t think so. The numbers just don’t bear it out. And discussions with other men who’ve experienced the same thing as me are far more prevalent than other way around.
Of course, there are always those absolute freaks of nature; women that are young, gorgeous, and uninhibited in bed, but they are very few and extremely far between. If you’ve got yourself a woman like that, by all means hold on to her with everything you’ve got. But for the rest of you I have a little advice:
Stop trolling the bars and start trolling the neighborhood.
Trust me.
You’ll be very happy with the results.
#
Like most men, I’ve had my share of failed relationships over the years—numerous fuck-buddies, the occasional girlfriend and even an ex-wife—but a few years ago I was one of my single times. I hadn’t sworn off women, but I certainly wasn’t going around actively looking to hook up with one. It just wasn’t something I felt like dealing with right then.
Sports, pizza, beer, golf, poker, going out with the guys, those were the sort of things I was focusing on at the time. I wanted to enjoy myself without having to worry about who I was waking up next to, the late-night phone calls, the awkward conversations, those sorts of things.
Life was good, if a little bit empty. But that was fine. I was having a good time, doing enough things to avoid dwelling on my lack of a woman (or even a series of women) in my life. I was happy enough living the solitary life. Or so I thought. Looking back, I was missing that one crucial element. Excitement.
Until I met Eva.
I first saw her at a popular lunch spot downtown. I was eating alone, as usual, just trying to make it through another day of work, when she sat down at the table across from mine.
Although quite attractive, Eva he wasn’t the type of woman I’d normally look twice at. She was a good ten years older than me—mid thirties, at least—and dressed like a businesswoman. She was just about my height and extremely well put together. Not completely natural but no too much makeup either and she sure didn’t seem to be trying to hide her years. She was the kind of woman I looked at once, admired from afar for a few seconds, then didn’t think about again. It’s not that I didn’t think older women were attractive back then, it’s just that they didn’t really show up on my radar in any meaningful way.
Thankfully, I showed up on hers.
I was almost finished with my lunch when she caught me eye and flashed me a wry smile. I smiled back, just to be polite, and much to my surprise, just like that, she stood up and started walking towards me.
“Hey there,” Eva said. “Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all,” I said, somewhat apprehensively. I was desperately trying to figure out if I already knew her from somewhere, figuring that was the only reason she’d be sitting down with me, but I couldn’t place her.
“You look confused,” Eva said.
“Well, I sort of am,” I replied, taking a sip from my drink.
“Why’s that?” she said. “Haven’t you ever been hit on by an older woman before?”
My drink caught in my throat and I coughed some of it onto the table. Eva just smiled ruefully.
“Is that what’s happening here?” I finally managed to say after getting myself under control.
“Well, it was,” Eva said. “At least until you almost choked on your drink. Now I’m not so sure.” From her tone it was obvious she was joking.
“Yeah, that was pretty smooth, wasn’t it?” I said. “I’m a regular Don Juan.”
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br /> Eva laughed, a deep, husky sound. Not only was it super sexy, it lit up her face too, revealing the depth of her beauty. She was an incredibly attractive woman.
“Well, lucky for you I had my mind made up before I came over here,” she said.
“Made up about what?” I replied.
“About what I wanted to do to you.”
“And what was that?” I said, not wanting to be too presumptuous. But my cock knew what she wanted to do. And it also knew what it wanted to do to her. It was already standing at full attention.
Eva leaned over and whispered into my ear. “I want to take you back to my place and ravage you,” she said in a deep, raspy, sexy voice. “I want to show you what twenty years of experience in the bedroom looks like.”
I swallowed hard and took a deep breath.
Eva leaned back and said aloud, “So what do you think?”
I didn’t have to answer her in words. My smile was answer enough.
#
Twenty minutes later we were back at her place, a luxury high-rise condo on the twentieth story in the heart of downtown.
Eva had disappeared into her bedroom to slip into something more comfortable. I was sitting fully clothed on the couch when she came walking out, strutting slowly towards me, wearing a lacy black top that showed off her huge tits, a matching g-string, black fishnet leggings and four-inch fuck-me pumps.
Freed of all her business setup, she was even hotter than I’d realized. She had long, straight, black hair and she’d put on heavy makeup, including lots of black eyeliner. She was stacked like a brick shithouse; not fat by any means, but well-built, with a huge, bubbly ass which, along with her tits, had been hidden by her previous outfit. Plus she had strong legs, wide hips and full lips.
As I sat on the couch with my excitement (not to mention my cock) growing larger with every passing second, she approached me, stopping a few feet away, standing there, staring down at me.
“Do you like what you see?” Eva asked, towering over me.