“How do they taste?” she finally asked.
Dale gave Melanie’s right nipple a kiss. “Very nice.”
“Do they taste like mine?”
“Kind of.”
“Kind of?” Melanie asked. “C’mon, let’s hear a critique. What are the differences?”
“Well, there’s a size difference.” Dale cupped one of Melanie’s breasts. “Theresa, come on over here and lie down next to her so we can investigate this more fully.”
Theresa complied, lying on the other side of Dale. He put his free hand on her nearest breast. “See, Melanie does have the size advantage, and I’m pleased to say that it’s a natural advantage.”
“How do you know?” Theresa asked, curiously.
“I’ve got my hand on it.”
“And just how do you know what silicone feels like?”
“I used to work in a silicone factory. I thought I told you that. Do you want to hear the critique or not?”
“My apologies. Please continue.”
“Now, where was I?” Dale absent-mindedly caressed their breasts. “Oh, yes, Melanie has the size advantage, but over here on the right there’s a definite edge in the category of nipple arousal. Both sets of nipples are quite hard, make no mistake about that, but Theresa’s did get just a bit firmer during the stimulation process. So overall it’s a tie, with the tiebreaker vote going to my wife since she’ll kick my ass if she doesn’t get it.”
“Again, a very wise man,” Melanie said.
“Speaking of asses, maybe we should get your take on those,” Theresa suggested. She got off the bed and, keeping her back to Dale, completely stripped out of her negligee.
“Yep, yep, that’s the awesome ass that I remember so vividly,” Dale said. “No complaints whatsoever.”
Melanie got off the bed on the other side and also kept her back to Dale as she got naked. “Oh, wait, I don’t know,” he waffled. “The new contender has a lot going for her in the ass department. It’s going to be a tough call.”
“What’s the judge’s ruling?” Melanie asked.
“Not enough information to tell just yet. Oh, Theresa, you dropped something on the floor, you’d better get it. Oh, Melanie, you dropped something too.”
Theresa obligingly bent over and reached for the floor, giving Dale a more than adequate view of her ass. She wasn’t sure which ass he was currently gazing at, but she suspected that he was turning back and forth fast enough to cause whiplash.
“The visual criteria just isn’t going to be sufficient to make a decision. I’ll need both of you to return to the bed for more testing.”
Theresa stood back up and climbed onto the bed, getting her first glimpse of Melanie’s pussy. It was neatly trimmed, in a manner similar to hers. Melanie got on the bed as well.
“Okay, I believe that I’ll need both of you on your hands and knees,” Dale instructed.
“Is this standard judging protocol?” Melanie looked at Dale suspiciously.
“Absolutely. We’re completely playing by the rules.”
“If those are the rules, we have no choice.” Theresa gave Melanie a resigned look.
“I guess.”
Theresa and Melanie got on their hands and knees. Theresa lowered her head to the mattress, raising her ass high, hoping to give herself an advantage in addition to that of home field she already had.
The women looked at each other and smiled.
“Hmmm, this is turning out to be much more difficult than I’d envisioned,” Dale mused. “From a visual sense, both asses are exquisite examples of the form. It’s hard to find fault with either of them, even to my highly trained eye. But I’ll happily keep looking.”
Theresa wiggled her butt.
“No fair trying to bias the judge,” Dale warned, sternly.
Melanie wiggled her butt as well.
“Well, I see that both asses look equally good in motion. I guess I’m going to have to resort to the touch test.”
Dale placed his hand on Theresa’s ass, sliding his fingers all over it. She assumed he was doing the same to Melanie. “Oh, very nice. Again, both are exquisite examples of the form. Both of them are most pleasing to the touch, and their close proximity makes them even more appealing. I’m afraid that this one is going to have to be a draw. I apologize for the inconvenience.”
Theresa moved her legs apart.
“Oh, wait, I’m seeing another attempt to bias the judge. This one is working.”
“What’s she doing?” Melanie demanded.
“She’s engaging in the ever-popular Legs Apart trick in a shameless attempt to affect the outcome of this contest. Sadly, the judge admits that he’s only human and that it’s working extremely well.”
“I can do that too.” Melanie promptly adjusted her position accordingly.
Theresa had a pretty good idea about what Dale was seeing. “Yes, yes,” he said, stammering slightly, “the other contestant is engaging in the same behavior. I’m afraid the final decision is a draw. You may turn around now.”
Theresa and Melanie got back into a sitting position and turned around. If such a thing was possible, Dale’s erection was even harder now, and a trickle of sweat ran down the side of his face. Poor guy.
“What about the pussies?” Melanie asked.
“No way, I’m not comparing pussies. That way lies madness.” Dale shook his head.
“Oh, but you want to taste them, don’t you?” Theresa coaxed, spreading her legs.
“I think I could handle that.”
“You want to taste mine, don’t you?” Theresa reclined all the way onto her back.
There was no need to respond. Dale crouched between her legs and kissed her inner thighs. Melanie sat next to Theresa and spread her own legs so that their knees touched. “There’s still something left for me, right?”
Dale nodded as he continued kissing Theresa’s thighs, and began to stroke Melanie’s leg with his right hand.
He kissed his way to Theresa’s pussy, and then gave her a gentle tentative lick that felt so good she almost let out a screech.
“It looks like his tongue does good work wherever it goes,” Melanie noted.
Dale picked up the pace, and Theresa found herself too filled with ecstasy to even continue the lighthearted banter. She spread her legs wider. She wanted Melanie to see everything.
As Dale licked, he traced his finger over Melanie’s pussy. She took his hand in her own and guided him to exactly where she wanted to be touched, shuddering when he reached the spot.
“You’re so wet,” Dale moaned.
“Who?” Theresa asked.
“Both of you.”
Theresa watched as Melanie continued to guide Dale’s fingers, almost using him to masturbate. His fingers glistened. She slid his index finger into her and whimpered softly.
Theresa ran her hands through Dale’s hair as he licked her.
Melanie guided another finger into her and began to move them more rapidly. As the pace of his fingers quickened, so did the pace of his tongue, and Theresa found herself getting so wet that it was almost shameful.
Melanie moved her hand away, apparently satisfied with the job Dale was doing. He continued to work her pussy with his index and middle finger, sliding in deep.
Theresa was very pleased to have married a man who could multi-task.
She wasn’t sure how long they went at it like this, but Dale slid a third finger inside of Melanie and licked Theresa almost down to her ass. Everybody seemed to be having a fine time, but then Theresa had a sudden revelation.
It was time to fuck.
Chapter 13
“I’ve just had a sudden revelation,” Theresa said.
“That it’s time to fuck?” Melanie grinned.
Theresa was a bit taken aback. “How did you guess?”
“Hell, I’ve been thinking that for the past couple of minutes. He’s your husband, you get him first.”
Theresa shook her head. “I’ve decided tha
t you get him first.”
“Woo-hoo!” Melanie patted Dale on the shoulder. “On your back, you. I’m gonna ride you like the wild stallion that you are.”
Dale wasted no time in rolling onto his back. Melanie looked hungrily at his cock, and then questioningly at Theresa. “Where are they?”
“What?”
“Condoms.”
“Oh, right. Shit.” Theresa was so caught up in the moment that she’d almost been ready to watch Melanie ride bareback. Thank goodness at least one of them was thinking straight. She crawled over to the bed stand and opened the top drawer. “Ribbed or unribbed?”
“Got any glow-in-the-dark?”
“No, we keep those in the lighthouse out back.”
“Then let’s go with ribbed.”
Theresa tore a packet off the strip and opened the foil wrapper. She removed the condom and started to hand it to Dale.
“No, I’ll do it.” Melanie took the condom from her. “Does this have spermicide?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, well, then this is gonna be kind of gross, but watch my little trick.”
Melanie placed the condom in her mouth, then leaned her head down to Dale’s hard cock. She engulfed him with her lips, sliding all the way down his shaft. When she raised her head the condom was perfectly in place.
Dale applauded.
“Where the hell did you learn that?” Theresa asked, impressed.
“Cooking class.”
“Can you do that trick where you tie a cherry stem into a knot in your mouth?”
“I sure can. Do you have anything to drink?”
“Oh, of course.” For all the damn planning she’d put into this, you’d think she would have remembered to have drinks ready, especially knowing that they’d be eating chocolate cake. “Wine cooler?”
“Do you have any fruit juice?”
“We’ve got apple juice.”
“That’ll work.”
“Dale? Would you like anything?”
“Nope, I’m good.”
“I’ll be right back.” Theresa got off the bed and hurried into the kitchen, hoping that Dale wouldn’t lose his erection. Okay, considering his current state of excitement, he was about as likely to lose his boner as he was to lose his right leg, but she hurried nevertheless.
The erection was still very much in place when she returned.
“Thanks.” Melanie took the small glass from her. Taking a drink of apple juice, she swished it around in her mouth, and then swallowed.
“If I’d known you could do that, I’d have bought flavored condoms,” Theresa said.
“Nah, I’m watching my calories. Now, I seem to recall that you said something about fucking…?”
“Yep. The cock is right there.” Theresa pointed.
Melanie gave Dale a kiss, and then climbed on top of him. She took his penis in her hand and positioned it correctly, and then slowly slid down onto it, taking him in all the way.
“Oh my God,” she moaned. “I hope you’re ready, stud, because your wife and I are going to fuck you until you scream for mercy.”
Melanie began to fuck him with gusto, bouncing up and down on his cock while her breasts shook. Theresa adjusted her position so that she could watch it going in and out. It was like a porno flick without the cheesy soundtrack. What a sight!
They quickly established a fast, even rhythm. The moans, the squeaks of the bedsprings, the wet slapping sounds…all of it was turning Theresa on in a big way.
Did she prefer threesomes with two guys? Yeah. But was this absolutely fantastic? Hell yeah.
Dale looked over at her, as if gauging her reaction.
“Fuck her,” Theresa whispered. “Fuck her hard.”
“Yes,” Melanie agreed. “Fuck me hard.”
“Harder,” Theresa urged.
Dale began to thrust upward with more power.
“Fuck her like the stud I know you are!” Theresa demanded. “That wet pussy is yours.”
“All yours,” Melanie gasped, riding him for all she was worth.
“I want you on my face,” Dale panted.
“Who?” Theresa asked.
“You. Sit…on…my…face.”
That sounded like a fine idea. Theresa draped her leg over her husband and then squatted over him, facing Melanie. She lowered her pussy onto his extended tongue as she watched Melanie bounce on his cock.
“Oooohhhhh…” she moaned as he began to lick her.
“Feel good?” Melanie asked breathlessly.
“Uh-huh. How’re things going with you?”
“Awesome.”
Dale continued to demonstrate his multitasking expertise, licking her pussy all over as he fucked Melanie. Melanie reached down and stroked her clitoris as she rode him, looking directly at Theresa as she did so. Theresa met her gaze, and they stared into each other’s eyes.
Their jiggling breasts were only about a foot apart.
They’d avoided discussion about whether or not they’d touch each other, deciding simply to go with what felt right at the moment.
When Theresa leaned forward to kiss her, it felt right.
It was not a passionate kiss or a long one. In fact, it wasn’t much more than their lips brushing against each other. But it was sensational. Spectacular. And incredibly unfair that Dale’s view of this act was blocked by her pussy.
Though she had not ruled out the idea of contact between the two women, she never would have imagined that it might be for anything but Dale’s viewing benefit.
Melanie put her hands on Theresa’s breasts.
Almost as if he knew there was something very exciting happening above him, Dale began to lick more vigorously.
Melanie stroked Theresa’s sweat-covered nipples with her thumbs.
They kissed again, the same light brushing of lips as before.
Melanie ground more deeply against Dale and then wiggled her hips happily. “I think you need some of this fine cock.”
“I think I do.”
Melanie raised herself off of Dale. Dale stripped off the condom and tossed it onto the floor (Theresa was relatively certain that they’d forget it was there until she stepped on it with her bare feet) while Theresa took Melanie’s place riding him. As she lowered herself onto his cock, she noted that Dale was showing much more cum-resistance than she would have expected from a guy having sex with two women at once. She wondered if he’d been doing exercises. They exchanged smiles as she bounced.
Theresa assumed that Melanie was going to take her old spot on Dale’s face, but the harem inheritor had other ideas. She moved around behind Theresa, her motives unknown.
“Lean forward.” Melanie briefly touched her shoulder. “I’m gonna lick his balls while you fuck him.”
Theresa almost had to giggle at Dale’s look of sheer bliss. She obligingly leaned forward and slowed her strokes, hoping her ass wouldn’t rudely smack Melanie in the face.
Dale closed his eyes and moaned.
“What do you think of that?” At the bottom of each stroke there was a light tickle as her ass brushed against Melanie’s hair.
Dale didn’t respond with words, but his heavy breathing answered for him.
Theresa could hear Melanie’s tongue lapping away, only inches away from her. If she were to tilt her head up just a bit…
She rode Dale for several minutes, slowly, while Melanie stayed in place licking his balls. Knowing that there was somebody so close, but not being able to see her, was immeasurably exciting, but Theresa decided that she wanted to watch.
She raised herself up off Dale’s cock, did a quick turn, and then impaled herself again, now facing Dale’s feet and Melanie’s tongue. She resumed fucking her husband, harder this time.
Melanie went back to licking his balls, although now her face was about as close to Theresa’s pussy as it could be without actually touching it. Then she moved her tongue upward and tentatively began to lick the bottom of Dale’s cock.
She had to b
e tasting both of them.
Theresa was careful as she slid up and down, making sure that her pussy didn’t accidentally come into contact with Melanie’s tongue. Not that she would have minded so much, but she wasn’t quite sure how Melanie felt about the whole…
Melanie moved her tongue further upward, licking his cock with what could only be described as pure delight. If she was concerned about tongue-pussy contact, she wasn’t exactly taking great pains to avoid it.
As Theresa’s pussy slid down, Melanie’s tongue flicked against it.
“Oh, yes,” Theresa moaned.
And before she knew it, Melanie’s tongue was dancing all over Dale’s cock, as well as her pussy at the bottom of each stroke.
The feeling of a wet tongue on her pussy while it was being fucked was completely new, and almost more than she could stand. When she’d been shared by Dale and Jeremy, they’d both fucked her, and they’d both gone down on her, but of course they’d never done anything that would risk tongue-cock contact. Yeah, it was a mildly offensive double standard that Melanie would put her tongue in places where neither of the men would venture, but double standard or not, it was a sensation that was sending shivers through Theresa’s entire body.
Melanie licked with long strokes, all the way up Dale’s cock and onto Theresa’s vagina.
Theresa looked over her shoulder at Dale. “She’s licking my pussy,” she whispered.
“Oh my God.”
“It feels really, really good.”
“I can imagine.”
“I bet you’d love to watch.”
“You know I would.”
Melanie stopped licking. “Should we let him?”
“It is his birthday.”
“Okay.”
As Theresa climbed off of Dale, Melanie got onto her hands and knees. Dale tore another condom off the strip.
“Are you going to do the same trick?” he asked Theresa.
“No. I’d accidentally swallow it and choke to death.”
Dale nodded. “Probably not the most glamorous way to die.” A few moments later his cock was suitably covered, and he crouched behind Melanie. He caressed her ass, then put his hands on her hips and entered her.
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