"Ooo, look at this," Kandi cooed. "We're gonna have a lot of fun with this!"
Karli and Kelli smiled and licked their lips, eyeing my cock with a lascivious gleam in their eyes. "It's a big one," Karli commented excitedly. "And, look, his balls are so full," Kelli noted.
Kandi slid her pussy down my fuck pole. "You're inside me, Joe. We're fucking," she squealed.
I could have cum right then and there in that young, squeezing pussy, but I had three nasty, naughty young women to satisfy and I held back using all my will power.
"Hurry," Karli said, frigging her clit and gaping wide-eyed.
"Make her cum and then make me cum next," Kelli urged. She had two fingers deep in her pussyhole.
Some guys dream about fucking pussy after pussy. But I'm the lucky guy whose dreams cum true!
Chapter One
Hi. I'm Meredith. I'm a tall, willowy young woman of twenty-two, with long, straight blonde hair, blue eyes, and a face that I'm told is beautiful. And I have three confessions to make.
One is that I'm an incurable nymphomaniac. I just don't see why I shouldn't have sex, so long as it's safe sex, whenever and wherever the opportunity arises. If men, and even women, want to fuck me, then I want to fuck them. To me, the cure for the world's ills is nothing more complicated than a good fuck!
My second confession is that I prefer older men. Mature guys, even gray-haired ones, really turn me on. They don't always approach me, because they don't think a beautiful young woman like me would be interested. But if they only knew how I get wet between the legs when I see them!
And third, I prefer that they be married. At my age, I don't want involvement, so it's safer that way. Call me an opportunist, but I like to get what I need from them, and then send them back to their wives. Besides, I've never had any complaints about what they get from me!
So, let me tell you some of my sexy experiences, with both men and women, older and younger. I'm free and I'm open and I like to share. I don't think you'll be bored by what I have to tell!
* * *
One summer night, I was at an outdoor pop concert with some friends. I was wearing blue jeans, sneakers, and a long-sleeved white top without a bra. We were sitting on a blanket on a grassy hillside. As the concert went on and it began to get dark, I lay back, my long yellow hair fanning out and my firm, pointed breasts rising. I stretched my arms over my head and shifted my slender hips, luxuriating in the cool evening air. Unconsciously or otherwise, I was presenting a very alluring picture.
There was someone there to see it, too. The pop singer was an established one, and there were older fans present as well. Soon, I became aware of a man watching me from the next blanket. He looked to be in his forties, and had dark hair with gray temples and a trim, athletic body. His wife was with him, but she was involved in the music.
One thing I'm not is shy. So I smiled back at him with a sweet, open expression. He turned quickly away, embarrassed to be caught watching. But when he looked again, I was still smiling.
Then I did something that showed just how bold I am. When no one else was looking, I ran my hands down over my slender body, touching my breasts, my flat tummy, my long thighs and even my now tingling crotch!
After that, the older guy could have no doubt that I wanted him, even if he found it surprising. But the problem remained of how to get us together. I took care of that, though. I got up and walked to the rest rooms at the top of the hill, and sure enough, he followed.
We stood for a moment outside the building, seeing each other in the light. But then he took the plunge. He came over, introduced himself, and asked me out. He said he'd never done anything like that before and he hoped I wouldn't think he was crazy.
But I reached out, stroked his cheek, and smiled once more.
"Where?" was all I said. "When?"
That older man, Charles, turned out to be a wonderful experience for me. He was richer than he'd appeared in his casual clothes at the pop concert, and he called for me the next Monday afternoon in a gray, chauffeur-driven limousine. I'd taken the day off from my secretarial job, and his wife would just assume he was working. That was true in a way, because the minute we pulled away from the curb he went to work on me!
He told the chauffeur to drive out into the country, and he raised the privacy panel. Behind the heavily tinted windows, we were in a sensuous little world all our own. There was soft music and a bottle of wine chilling in a silver bucket, but we didn't even need it. Instantly, we were in each other's arms.
I had worn a sheer blue dress without underwear, the better to facilitate the sex. I told you I'm shameless! Charles ran his hand up my long, smooth thigh and grasped my firm, luscious rear. With his other hand, he unzipped my dress and caressed my sexily arching back.
Then he eased my dress off my shoulders, laying me bare to the waist. He drew back and surveyed my fine front, my high, hard-nippled breasts.
"Oh, Meredith!" he exclaimed. "You're unbelievably beautiful. I don't know why you've chosen an older guy like me."
"I have my reasons," I breathed in reply. "But you're only as old as you feel." Then I reached between his legs. "Especially down here!"
I wasn't disappointed. His tool was hard as a rock, and, when I unzipped him and boldly pulled it out, a good eight inches long. I fingered its swollen head and stroked its smooth length up and down. I pressed its base and fondled his balls. He looked so amazed and happy to have a young, beautiful women doing that to him.
But he looked even happier when I leaned down and gave him some head! I ran my pink tongue around his cocktip and licked along his rigid shaft. I sucked his swollen balls and even nuzzled behind them. I got my fresh mouth all over his privates. I've never been slow to satisfy my hunger for a good, hot dick!
Coming up for air, I smiled. "I said I had my reasons for preferring older men," I told him. "Well, here they are. First, you're more experienced in pleasing women than some young stud is. Second, you appreciate me more than young guys do, especially since you get a younger women less often." I paused. "Third, it takes you longer to come, which means that much more pleasure for me!"
Then I lifted my skirt and showed him my snatch, with its neatly trimmed triangle of soft yellow fur and its tempting pink lips already wet with my juices. I've never been shy about that, either!
"And fourth," I concluded, "you older men have learned how to eat pussy. Do you like to eat pussy, Charles? Would you like to eat mine?"
He certainly would! Without a second thought, he bent down and buried his face in my humid crotch. He nuzzled my perfumed muff and teased it with his teeth. He tongued open my labes and explored all around my tender wet folds. He found my joy button and licked it rapidly, sending shivers of delight up my spine. He stuck his hard tongue way up inside me like a cock.
"Oh, Meredith!" he exulted again, coming up for air himself. "You're so pretty and delicious down there. You have a world-class quim!"
"Thank you, kind sir," I replied coquettishly. "But now it's time to fuck!"
I lay back on the leather seat of the limousine and pulled my dress all the way off. Now I was naked except for stockings and high heels. My long blonde hair was draped over my pointed, upright breasts, my hard pink nipples peeping out between the strands. I took one lock and ran it between my teeth, gazing into my lover's eyes and purring wantonly. I was a sex lover indeed.
I spread my silky thighs and invited him to enter me. As I had on the grassy hillside, I ran my hands down my slender body to my crotch. But this time, I was totally exposed and hot-to-trot!
With only a pause to add a condom, he was over me and in me. He slid his long, thick rod up my tight young sleeve all the way to the hilt. It felt wonderful. There's nothing I like better than having a nice, virile dick filling me. In fact, I feel empty without one!
Charles lunged powerfully. He supported himself on his elbows, giving me plenty of room to make my own sexy moves. Levering with my hips, I bucked my blonde mound up at him, meeting his thrusts. I raised my arms and ran my hands over his strong back. I lifted my long legs, too, and spread them in a vee, opening my vagina completely to him. I wound up with my legs on his shoulders as we humped away.
In short, I fucked like I loved it. And that was because I do!
"Oh, yeah, lover," I panted. "Fuck me now. Give me your big, hard cock. Make me come. Oh, yeah!"
"I'll give it to you, woman," he responded. "Oh, yes, I will!"
Faster and faster he worked me, until I was where I always want to be. A spectacular sensation broke between my legs and spread throughout my young, quaking body. As I lost control, I beat my fists on the limo seat, gritted my pretty teeth, and thrashed my blonde head around. When I have an orgasm, I'm a real savage!
"Oh. Oh, fuck!" I shouted. "I'm coming. Damn, am I coming. Ohhhhh!"
My lover looked pleased at what he'd made me do. But, as I said, one great thing about older men like him is that they can do so much more. He hadn't come yet, and so he was ready to prolong our mutual pleasure.
He slid his dick out of me and sat up in the car. "Get on my lap, Meredith," he grinned. "And I'll give you a ride you'll never forget!"
I did as he said. With my back to him, I lowered my just-fucked pussy onto his upstanding tool. He reached around and played with my tits as I began to move on him. He even reached down and fingered my clit to help me along. Yes, he knew how to please me!
But then he did something even better. "Go down that dirt road over there," he said through the intercom to the chauffeur. "And take it fast!"
I soon found out why. As the limo went along in a cloud of dust, even its expensive springs couldn't take care of the road shock. I bumped up and down on Charles's prick, sometimes so high that it almost slipped out of me. Now I didn't even have to do anything for my tight pussy to slide excitingly on his whole, rigid length!
"Oh, wow!" I shouted as I bounced along. "This is one hell of a ride!"
My slit and my dimpled butt met the base of his dick very hard every time I came down, sending strong sexual shivers through both of us. So it wasn't very long before we climaxed. I went through a shrieking, mind-bending orgasm that made me put out floods of hot, slick juice around his vertical rod. And he lunged up into me so strongly that I thought he'd launch me through the roof of the car!
"Yes!" my older lover gasped as he came. "Oh, Meredith. Oh, yes!"
I felt his prick jerk and pump rapidly. Then he moved me off his satisfied member and back to the seat beside him. He even pulled off his rubber and showed me how full it was.
"You're so fresh and beautiful," Charles told me as we relaxed together afterward. "But you're not innocent or 'nice.'" He paused, as if trying to understand me better. "You talk dirty," he concluded with a smile. "And you fuck like a tart!"
I took that as a compliment. If being free and easy made me that way, it was okay with me. And I sure as hell didn't want to be nice, if it meant not getting all the sex I could!
"Well, thanks again," I laughed, snuggling up to him. "I'll be your little tart, for sure!"
Then he had the chauffeur stop the limo next to a secluded pond. He hadn't undressed when we'd had sex, so he just zipped himself up and got out of the car. But he encouraged me to join him in the out of doors wearing only my stockings and high heels. Why not? I decided. It was only natural.
So there I was, romping around bare-assed in the sunshine. Charles went on to produce a picnic hamper full of expensive goodies. He spread a blanket on the grass, and we sat there and had lunch. He said it reminded him of a famous painting, with me buck-naked and him fully clothed. He also said it was like the pop concert where we'd first met, only now he didn't have to undress me with his eyes!
All that time, the chauffeur had stayed in the gray limo. But now, not being able to stand it anymore, he got out to sneak a better look at me. And I got a better look at him, as well.
What a hunk he turned out to be! Charles was great for an older guy, but this fellow was pure studsville. Tall, dark, and muscular, he was incredibly handsome. And his tailored gray uniform showed a big bulge between his legs.
The better we knew each other, the bolder Charles and I had become. He also knew how to keep a younger mistress happy. So he noticed the way his driver and I were now looking at each other, and he didn't stand in the way.
"Would you like to fuck him, Meredith?" he asked me. "I don't need to ask him if he'd like to fuck you!"
I only gave it a moment's thought, since my pussy was already wetting the blanket.
"Oh, hell, yes," I concluded. "Go ahead and bring the big guy on!"
When I'd said "big," I hadn't realized how truly I'd spoken. While Charles moved our picnic lunch and himself off the blanket, the chauffeur, whose name was Rick, forthrightly unzipped his gray trousers. Wow! I was nearly knocked over backward by the sight of his dick springing powerfully out, rock-hard and throbbing. It was a good nine inches long, and thick as my wrist. I practically came just from the sight of that fine specimen of male equipment!
"By your leave, Miss Meredith," Rick said as he rolled on a rubber. "I'm so horny from watching you and the boss that I'm ready to explode." He paused. "And I'm not a driver for nothing. I want to drive my great big cock right into your juicy twat!"
"I won't be coy," I purred right back at him. "Go ahead and do it!"
I made to lie back and spread for Rick, but he motioned me up on my hands and knees instead. He didn't appear to want rear entry, but he did want to fuck my pussy from behind. I assumed the position, waiting for the thrilling moment of contact, which would be a surprise because I couldn't see him. He knelt behind me and grasped my waist.
Then he was in. And my, what a pussy-filling cock he did have! It completely stuffed my hot sleeve from side to side and from end to end. And when he began thrusting, the sensation was incredibly strong.
"Oh, babe!" Rick exclaimed as he boffed me long and hard. He was long and hard, indeed! "What a blonde beauty you are. But you've got a raunchy little twat!"
I'd heard that before, from Charles. But I really didn't care. Down and dirty, nice and pure, it was all the same to me.
"Just fuck me now," I panted. "Fuck me good!"
And he did, there in the great out of doors. Although my eyes were glazed with sex, I looked at the pond, the trees, and the fresh green grass. As I did, I seemed to blend right into the scene. And why not, again? Sex was as natural as anything, so nature was the ideal place for it.
Rick went on to fuck me from all angles. He even took his cock out of me for a while and rubbed it over my firm young buns and down in my crack. His hands stroked my sleek, arching back and squeezed my luscious butt. He gave me all I could handle and more.
In my all-fours position, my long blonde hair hung down and swung in the breeze. My cone-shaped breasts hung and shook, too, my hard pink nipples pointing downward. I thrust my pretty head forward, closed my eyes, opened my mouth and moaned with joy. I was having one hell of a time!
"Oh!" I went. "Oh, Rick, fuck me. Oh, yeah!"
"I'll fuck you, babe," he grunted happily from behind me. "I'll make you pop!"
Truer words were never spoken. Just an instant later, I really let loose. Great waves of absolute pleasure flowed all through my straining body. My pussy felt like it was on a wonderful kind of fire. I came so hard I thought I'd never stop.
"Oh, fuck, oh, damn!" I screamed as that big dick put me through changes. "Oh, fuck. Ohhhhh!"
Then Rick came, too. But before he shot his wad, I had the presence of mind to ask him to pull out of me. You see, I have another confession to make. I just love the sight of jism, and I wanted to see him spurt!
"Oh, look at that!" I panted, turning around just in time to see him pull off his rubber and ejaculate freely. His jets were long and pure white, and he sure had a lot of them. "Come for me, Rick. Show me everything you've got!"
"Here it is, Meredith," he laughed. He looked surprised and pleased by my interest, as he made a big puddle on the blanket. "If we knew each other better, you might want to eat it!"
I would have. But as it was, I rubbed my pretty hands in the stuff. It felt so warm and clean. If some people thought sex was dirty, I only wished they could see how happy I was then.
But my fascination with male fluid had another surprise waiting for it. While Rick and I fucked, Charles hadn't been idle. I'd almost forgotten about my older friend, but now I noticed him sitting off to the side. And he had his cock out, and he was jerking it off! Excitedly, I rushed over and knelt down.
"Oh, wow!" I exclaimed, feeling totally free and shameless. "Another big dick to spurt for me. Get it off, lover. Get it off right!"
He sure as hell did. In a minute, more long white jets met my young and lustful eyes. His athletic body tensed, and he pressed his fingers hard at the base of his coming member, making himself as happy as he could. Soon, I had another warm puddle to wipe my hands in!
At last, the three of us got up and went back to the limo. I dried my hands off on the blanket, which was one blanket that would have to be dry-cleaned.
"I don't know what came over me," Charles said. "I started out pretty shyly with you, Meredith, but then we wound up doing all that stuff. And Rick, you must think I'm a voyeur."
"Don't worry about it, boss," the chauffeur grinned. "In fact, I should pay you today."
"No, don't worry," I agreed, as I wiggled back into my dress. "No second thoughts. If it feels good, do it. And an older guy like you should go for all the ever-living, ever-loving sex he can get!"
Then we rode back to town, all three feeling that marvelous, just-fucked tingle between our thighs.
But that wasn't the end of my experiences with Charles.
And I could hardly wait to get back to my apartment to share what I'd done that day with a certain someone else!
Chapter Two
I live in a garden apartment, with a woods on one side and a shopping mall on the other. My secretarial job gives me enough money for that, clothes, and a little car, and I'm content. I'm not a material girl, preferring to concentrate on that physical and spiritual thing that makes me happiest: S-E-X!
In spite of my fixation on older men, I've fucked many of my young male neighbors at the apartment complex as well. We have cook-outs and parties, and one thing leads to another. But, being a sex lover, I don't see why I should limit myself. So I've fucked women, too. And the sweetest of these is my very own apartment mate, Adrienne.
Adrienne is my age, twenty-two, but she's dark while I'm blonde. Since she also has a tall, willowy figure, long hair, and pointed tits, we're a matched but contrasting pair. We sleep in the same room when we don't have other lovers, in the same king-size bed and in the nude. Many's the night our warm bodies have come together in the dark, and I've felt her delicious lips and her furry pussy on mine.
"Well, did you have a nice day, Meredith?" my roomie asked when I got home from my ride with Charles. She was curled up in a chair watching television, and was wearing only a brief black bra and panties.
"That's putting it mildly, dear," I replied. I shucked off my dress, sat down in another chair and got out of my stockings and heels, too. I'd been pleasantly naked much of the day, and I wanted to be that way again.
Then I told Adrienne about my latest older man and his chauffeur. As I did so, her dark eyes widened and she began sighing and shifting her sexy body. At last, she rose, turned off the television, wiggled out of her bra and panties and came over and sat at my feet.
"Let's go back to the part where he ate your pussy," she said mischievously. "Did he do it like this?"
She put her hands on my long thighs, spread them, and burrowed her pretty face into my crotch. She opened my labes with her fingers, licked my clit, then stuck her tongue right up my hole.
"Yes, like that," I sighed, reaching down and stroking her long, dark hair.
"Did he make you come that way?" she went on, after giving my quim some more slurpy licks. "Did he?"
"No, he did that with his dick," I replied. "But listen, Adrienne. This is very nice, but I'm all fucked out. I can't do any more tonight."
"Oh, yes, you can," the sultry brunette protested, smiling wantonly up at me. Her red lips were coated with my pussy juice.
"Oh, no, I can't," I repeated.
"Oh, yes, you can, you little fuck doll!" my roomie concluded. "And I'll even give you a dick, since you seem to like them so much!"
I ought to mention that Adrienne is the aggressor when we have woman to woman sex. In fact, she's a lesbian all the way, while I'm obviously bi. I'd rather go both ways, since as they say, everybody loves you when you're like that! But having her be butch does make for some pretty wild experiences.
That night was no exception. Getting up and prancing over to a cabinet where she kept some exotic appliances, she came back with a long, thick vibrator and sat at my feet again. It wasn't one of those smooth white ones, however. It was flesh-colored and in the shape of a real cock, and it even had little rubber pussy pleasers sticking out of it.
She turned the thing on, and it pulsated strongly. We always keep plenty of fresh batteries around our apartment for just such occasions! Holding it up and teasing me with it, she waved it in front of my face and next to my crotch. Then she ended my wriggling anticipation by plunging it right up my hole.
Adrienne worked the vibrator in me with a will. Its hundred little fingers tickled every inch of my hot, wet channel, driving me half-crazy. I went totally rigid, raising up and supporting myself with my shoulders on the back of the chair and my heels on the floor.
"Oh, honey!" I shrieked. "That's incredible!"
"Yeah, Meredith," she replied. She licked her lips lustily, and there was a devilish look in her dark eyes. "I'm gonna make your honey flow like a river. I'm gonna make you come!"
And a moment later, she did just that. It didn't hurt that she used her other hand to tweak my hard nipples for good measure. A strong, sharp orgasm seized my whole suspended body, from my long blonde hair to my curling toes. In fact, even my toenails and the roots of my blonde hair seemed to come!
I tensed my long thighs so much that they cramped up as I took my climax to the fullest. Adrienne kept working the vibrator in me, taking a perverse satisfaction in making me go so nuts.
"Oh. Oh, pussy!" I shouted, as I came and came and came. "Oh, damn. Ohhhhh!"
Now I was just as down and nasty as I'd been that afternoon. And, even though I'd just come like gang busters, I wanted more!
My roomie sensed my endless appetite. "Hold on, darling," she said. "Pussy's gonna give you yet another kind of dick!"
She went to the fuck tool cabinet again, and came back with a straight dildo this time. I watched in lewd satisfaction as she strapped it onto her tall, naked body. The thongs contrasted nicely with her smooth white flesh.
She looked pleased when she'd finished, standing there with that big rubber tool sticking out and up between her legs. If it hadn't been for her tits, she could have been a man. That was surely what she wanted, at times.
"Get down on the carpet and turn over," Adrienne commanded me. "I'm gonna give this to you from behind."
"You're not going to stick that big thing in my back door, are you?" I questioned, as I got on my hands and knees.
"No, trust me," she laughed. "Though I might tickle you with it there!"
She knelt behind me. And she did work my other hole with its rubber tip before she plunged the dildo way up my juicing quim. When she levered her feminine hips and thrust with it, it was like when Rick had fucked me, but with a different, more sensitive motion. I abandoned myself to getting pronged by my roomie with a fake cock!
"Ah," I gasped. "Ah, yes! Give me that hunk of rubber. Give it to me good!"
Adrienne obliged. She stroked my silky, arching back and reached underneath me to pull on my hanging breasts. She squeezed my firm buns and fingered my wildly sensitive clit. She leaned over and rubbed her own hard nipples on me.
That woman really loved to fuck like a man. And she knew how to treat another woman right!
Soon, I came again. I'd lost track of how many orgasms I'd had that day, and with how many different people. Everybody seemed to like sexy young me. I was getting more sex than most folks did in a month. It was Meredith day, for sure!
"Ooo!" I squealed. "Here I come. Watch out. Another Big O! Better stand back. That thing's in me so tight I'll shoot it out of me!"
"Damn, you're uninhibited," my partner observed, feeling my slender body shudder under her hands and my pussy get all squishy wet around the dildo. "But go for it, sweet cakes. Go!"
At last, I was done, and she slid the rubber thing out of me. We flipped over on our backs and lay side by side on the carpet, panting and heaving. We might have just looked like two sleepy young women, if it hadn't been for the fake dick standing straight up between her legs, all slick with my love juice!
"Take that thing off," I told her. "Or else I'll get horny yet again, and I don't think I could stand it."
"Okay, doll," Adrienne agreed, reaching for the straps. "But it's your spunk on it, so you get to wash it off for the next time!"
What friendly roomies we really were. We not only shared the dishwashing and the laundry, but also chores like that!
Then she told me about some things she'd read. My friend had a whole library of sex books that she perused when things were slow at her retail sales job. She said that the word "dildo" wasn't some crude, recent invention, but that it went back as far as the middle ages. And she related that, in the early twentieth century, there were doctors who used electric vibrators to relieve "female nervousness." Many proper ladies went to those doctors, never admitting to themselves afterwards that they'd had an orgasm and that all they'd really needed was a good lay!
"Gee, that's interesting, Adrienne," I reacted. "But you didn't get off tonight, yourself." I snuggled up to her, kissing her smooth cheek and tickling her upright tits with a strand of my long blonde hair. "I wouldn't want you to suffer from 'female nervousness!'"
"Don't worry, Meredith," she replied. "I wouldn't let you get away without fucking me." She paused. "And I know just how I want you to do it!"
Then she took my hand and examined my nails. Shaking her head, she got up, went to the bedroom, and came back with a pair of scissors. While I wasn't too happy about it, she trimmed my right middle fingernail and the thumbnail on the same hand.
"Now finger-fuck me, girl," she instructed. "And thumb-fuck me. Stick your thumb up my twat, and your finger up my butt!"
She lay back on the rug, and I did what she'd said. Damn, there were so many wild ways that sex could be! If you lived a hundred years, you'd never think of all of them. I lubricated my finger with her pussy juice, and got it up to the third knuckle in her ass. I worked my thumb in her hot, wet sleeve and even squeezed my two digits together as if they could meet.
My roomie's privates were no mystery to me. They were just as familiar, and just as clean and good, as her face. And what I was doing was thrilling to me, as well.
Adrienne's long thighs tensed, and she rotated her hips sensuously. I bent down and got my mouth into the action, too, taking strands of her dark pubic hair between my teeth and licking her hard little clit. We were really having fun!
Soon I had her coming. "Ungh. Ungh!" she grunted, sounding very happy indeed. "Yeah, stick it to me. Oh, yeah. Ahhhhh!"
Her face contorted with pleasure, and she bit at her fist as she got her tough, kinky charge. She came long and well, and I stayed with her all the way.
I pulled my thumb and finger out of her, and looked at my short, sticky nails. "Oh, dear," I pouted. "Now I'll have to grow these back."
But Adrienne smiled. "Oh, well, Meredith," she said. "At least it was for a good cause!"
Then we showered and went off to bed.
* * *
Three nights a week, Adrienne works at a nude bar to supplement her income from retail sales. Sometimes I go in and sit at the bar to keep her company. I tip the bartender, and he even lets me earn a few bucks by hustling the male patrons for drinks myself.
Most of the guys are gentlemen, just out for a little loving they may not be getting at home. And they tend to be older men, which obviously suits me just fine.
One night, I was sitting with a ruggedly handsome, gray-haired fellow, watching Adrienne dance. She was up on stage naked. As her slender female body moved expressively to the music, her long dark hair, black beaver, and black spike heels contrasted beautifully with her smooth white flesh.
"Damn, isn't she lovely?" the guy I was with enthused. "She's a heartwarming sight. Anybody who doesn't think so is crazy."
"Yes, she is," I agreed. Then I decided to be bold. "She's my lover, you know."
He looked surprised. But he wasn't disapproving.
"Well, good for you," he concluded. "Different strokes for different folks, as they say. That's what made this country great. And anybody who loves someone like her is pretty great, indeed."
Then he told me some more. "I come in here because I love women," he said. "It's not too much to say that I want to make love to every third woman I pass on the street. But here, I get to touch them, and to make at least some of my fantasies real. It lets off pressure, and it keeps me good."
"But doesn't the money bother you?" I asked. "Maybe I'm only being nice to you because you paid twenty bucks for my drink."
"No, it doesn't," he replied with a warm smile. "It's only money, and the loving is more important and real enough for me." He paused. "I like to think that you like me a little bit, too."
I smiled back. I did like him. Being a nympho after all, I liked most men. And since he was a nice guy, I decided to be very nice to him.
Without him even giving me another twenty, I let him slide his hand up under my top and feel all over my warm, braless breasts. He teased my nipples to hardness, being sensitive to my pleasure, too.
He slid his other hand up my thigh in the jeans I was wearing, and cupped it on my warming crotch. I didn't resist getting turned on, and I felt my juices flow. Then I unzipped my jeans and let him into my panties, where he happily went for my hot, wet slit.
In turn, in the darkness under the bar, I opened his fly and let his hard dick go into my hand. I couldn't help noting that he had a big one, which maybe was why he was always so horny for women! I fingered the swollen head and ran my hand down the long, thick shaft. My pussy creamed even more from my holding his tool.
Adrienne was still dancing, and we were both watching her. So it suddenly became a session of mutual masturbation, with her as the model! The music had gotten faster, and my roomie was gyrating her hips and bumping her bare snatch at the audience. Faster and faster I stroked the guy's schlong, and faster and faster he fingered me, being considerate enough to stay right on my clit.
Then, in an explosion of sound, the song ended. At the same moment, an orgasm that practically lifted my young body off the bar stool seized me. The guy gasped, and his dick began jerking and pumping, too, spurting out loads of semen onto the floor. As Adrienne sank to the stage exhausted, I wouldn't have been surprised if she'd completed the bizarre three-way by coming herself!
The tall, dark lovely got up, stepped into her black panties, and came down to the bar. The patrons hadn't applauded her as much as she'd have liked, so she was acting a little bitchy.
"Damn, I'm glad I'm gay!" she muttered as she reached my male friend and me. "Meredith, let's get out of this place."
But the older guy, having zipped his satisfied cock back in, boldly reached out and caressed her smooth, firm form.
"You may be gay," he told her. "But I'd think someone like you would take sex wherever she could find it, as I do."
"You son of a bitch!" Adrienne exclaimed. "But you're right, damn it. Yes, I would."
Then, since it was closing time at the nude bar, she and I did go home. And the minute we were in our apartment, she led me to the bed. Sometimes, she didn't like my being bi, and she seemed determined to teach me a lesson for my being with a man right in front of her. She stripped down again, then tugged off my top and jeans.
Adrienne got on top of me, grinding her dark-furred pussy onto my blonde one. She humped my leg and ran her own tensing thigh along my crotch.
"I'm going to fuck you good, bitch," she stated. "I'm going to fuck you so you'll stay fucked. And it's going to be a woman who does it!"
But then she relented and grew more tender. She turned around head to foot with me, and buried her mouth in my intricate folds.
I did the same to her. We ate each other's quim to our hearts' content. If you're a woman, and you've never had the experience of your tits on another woman's firm belly and hers on yours, your hands squeezing her tight buns and hers yours, much less having such an exciting, juicy mouthful and being eaten yourself, then you're missing something, to say the least.
We slurped and sucked and licked until we came like crazy. We became one writhing, straining, moaning, pleasure-seeking mass of female flesh as we came like we'd never, ever quit.
"Mmm," we went, our mouths full of yummy folds of twat. "Mmm. Mmm. Mmmmm!"
Afterward, we turned and lay side by side, our pretty heads on the pillows. We might have been a pair of sweet young things, except that our faces were covered with each other's sticky stuff!
"You know, Meredith, we're a couple of bad, dirty girls," Adrienne said.
Chapter Three
Now I had two people in my current sexual universe, Adrienne and Charles. That wasn't counting Rick, who'd been a one-afternoon diversion, or my casual encounter in the nude bar.
But, during slow periods in my secretarial job, I kept thinking of other combinations. What if I somehow got Charles together with my lesbian roomie, for example? Or maybe my older lover's middle-aged wife would like to play, too. The latter was another advantage of fucking married men!
First, though, I was presented with a target of sexual opportunity, as it were. And she gave me a chance to emulate Adrienne and be a bit of a dominant lesbo myself.
I keep in shape by jogging on the suburban and country roads around my apartment complex. I've met a number of men that way, since their brief attire lets me check out their bare, tanned chests and their muscular legs.
When I jog, I also show a lot of my own sexy body. I wear thin red shorts that reveal a good two inches of my tight buns, and a cut-off T-shirt that provides glimpses of the undersides of my firm, pointed breasts. Unlike some over-endowed women, I don't have to wear an athletic bra, or any bra for that matter!
One hot summer afternoon, I was chugging down a forest path. I was sweaty and happy, and was glorying in the great out of doors.
Just then, I came upon another female jogger. In fact, as I came around a corner, I almost ran over her! She was blonde and in her early twenties like me, but there the similarity ended. While I'm tall and willowy, her body was built, if you'll excuse the old expression, like a brick shit house!
The young woman, whose name turned out to be Liz, was kneeling down to tie her shoelace. She was wearing a tight white outfit that did little to hide her huge breasts and her luscious rear end. Suddenly, I began to get all hot and sweaty for a different reason than my exertion. And the moisture I felt between my legs wasn't sweat, at all.
"Here, let me help you with that," I said, introducing myself and kneeling down along with her. "If you stand up, you'll have a better feel for how tight your shoelace should be."
Liz obeyed, and I tied her shoe. But then I went on to get a better feel myself!
I ran my hands up her smooth, honey-colored thighs, first on the outsides and then, more intimately, on the insides. On the outsides, I felt boldly all the way up under her shorts, to her firm, round buns. And on the insides, I didn't stop until I was touching pubic hair!
"Oh, Meredith!" Liz exclaimed, suddenly becoming aware. She clamped her legs together, though that only served to hold my hands at her privates. "What are you doing? I thought I had to watch out for lewd males when I jogged. But nobody ever told me about lewd females!"
"Believe it, sweetie," I replied boldly. "Call me an out-of-control bisexual, but I've just got to do something with you!"
While Liz was shy, something about her told me she'd been with at least one woman before. Besides, who could resist a hot young lovely like me? So I maneuvered her off the forest path to a place where we couldn't be seen. Then I pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles.
Kneeling, I went to work on her lower body again. There was something about her thick, strong legs and her big but firm ass that really got to me, drove me wild. There was a difference between a masculine woman like Adrienne, I reflected, and a female jock like Liz. And I loved whatever that difference was!
While she stroked my long blonde hair and let me do it, I nuzzled her soft yellow bush. Then I fingered open her labes and looked at her pink. There was a drop of clear fluid at her opening, and I licked it off. I flicked my tongue over her button, which made her gasp and shudder. She had a nice, tasty pussy, for sure.
"Oh, Meredith!" my sudden partner exclaimed. "Yes, do that after all. Make me come!"
"I will, babe," I responded, looking not so innocently up at her. "I'll make you come like crazy!"
Liz spread her legs and opened herself to me completely. Holding onto her sweet ass, I gave her the full treatment, eating her deeply. She tensed her voluptuous body and quaked with joy, throwing back her blonde head and moaning with pleasure.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh," she went. "Oh, that's it. A little faster. Oh, yes. Ohhh!"
Then she did come, right there in the woods. When she did, she put out so much juice that it coated her tanned thighs, not to mention my pretty face. Damn, it was a healthy activity to go jogging in the out of doors. And it was a deliciously wet and sticky one, as well!
Liz's knees buckled, and she sank down to the ground with me. Totally uninhibited now, she kissed her own stuff off my lips. She stood up again and turned around, and I kissed her sweet ass. "Kiss my ass" is usually an insult, but not when the subject is sex!
The well-endowed blonde pulled up her panties and shorts, then helped me up, too. "Let me do something for you in return, Meredith," she offered. "Maybe we could go to my place and I could give you some head."
"Naw," I replied with a grin. "That was on the house. My pleasure. Consider it a gift."
Liz nodded, smiled, and jogged off again just as quickly as I'd come upon her. It was also just as quickly as she'd come!
Only when she was gone did I realize that I'd forgotten to get a look at, and a suck at, her huge breasts. But you can't have everything, every time.
When I got back from my run, I told Adrienne about my brief encounter. I also confessed the major ache I did have between my legs.
"Get the vibrator. Quick!" I exclaimed. "Do something. I've got to get off. I'm going nuts!"
My sympathetic roomie wasn't slow to help me. Instead of the vibrator, though, she knelt at my feet, yanked down my thin red shorts, and licked me to a strong orgasm just as I'd licked Liz.
"I'm a little jealous, Meredith," she confessed afterward, as we relaxed on the sofa. "I would have liked to have fucked that jogger, too."
"Don't worry," I replied. "I have an idea that will give you all the lesbo balling you can handle!"
Then I told her about my thoughts that she and Charles could fuck, and that she could fuck Charles's wife, with his complicity, as well.
"You're a little schemer," Adrienne laughed when she'd heard my plan. "And you're a little devil, because you're making me boff the man to get to the woman."
She paused. "But I like older women, especially stylish, married ones. It's the same as your liking older men. So yes, Meredith. Yes!"
So the next Friday night, I got Charles to ask Adrienne and me out to dinner. He picked us up in his limo, which made my roomie whistle her approval. When Rick, the chauffeur, opened the door for us, he gave me a wink. It wasn't that long ago that he'd had his big cock in me!
We all sat on the leather seat, with Charles in the middle. He had a bottle of champagne on ice, and we sipped it from crystal glasses. He'd told his wife he was out of town, so he had the night to spend with us. The whole thing was going to be endless fun!
Adrienne and I were wearing short, thin dresses, and we had our long, stocking-clad legs stretched out in front of us. Charles, no longer at all shy about young women, leaned forward and ran his strong hand up my thigh, not stopping until he got to my warming crotch. He gasped with delight when he realized I wasn't wearing panties, and that he was touching fur and labes.
At the same time, not being shy, period, he was giving the same treatment to Adrienne, even though he'd just met her. Suddenly, both of his palms were full of luscious, twenty-two-year-old cooze!
My roommate, the inveterate lesbian, didn't look that pleased at being handled that way by a man. But I could tell she was getting aroused. And once she got hot enough, a dick would be just as good as a mouth or a dildo.
For his part, Charles was in heaven. "It doesn't get any better than this!" he sighed.
"Oh, yes, it does," I purred. "You can fuck these pussies."
Then I looked across him at Adrienne. "You know, this guy and I fucked right here in this limo," I said, to break the ice. "I recommend it highly."
"Yes, Adrienne," Charles nodded. He told Rick to drive around for a while before going to the restaurant. "Why don't we all enjoy ourselves right now?"
That suited me just fine. I reached over, unzipped my older lover's fly, and hauled out his hard, throbbing rod. I bent down and licked it up and down, then ran my tongue around its swollen head. He sighed deeply and stroked my long blonde hair. This was breaking the ice, for sure!
My lesbo roomie leaned in and gave his tool a few tentative licks as well, while he stroked her long dark hair in turn.
Charles saw her hesitation. "Listen," he told her. "If you don't want some cock, I'll give you some head. Maybe that will suit you better." I hadn't told him about her lesbianism, but he could guess.
Adrienne's eyes brightened at that. He'd displayed something I like about older men. They're considerate, and they're smart.
Now Charles lay back full-length on the limo seat. He knew the right position, as well. Also without being told, my roomie got up and straddled his face, and I straddled his lap, facing her. She lifted her short skirt and lowered her vulva onto his lips as I fitted my creaming quim down onto his familiar, vertical dong. Our little three-way was all ready to go!
Adrienne and I leaned forward, held each other's shoulders for balance, and French-kissed as the fucking began. I moved up and down slowly and sensuously, happily taking cock. She didn't move as much, because Charles was taking care of most of the work at her end with his busy tongue.
"Ooo. Ooo. Ooo!" we went, getting hotter and hotter. My roomie was now overlooking the fact that it was a man instead of a woman who was eating her, and she had let herself go completely. She was squirming around, swinging her hair, and straining toward an orgasm. Then it broke, making her go limp in my arms.
"Oh. Oh, yes. Ohhh!" she shouted. "Oh, man, you do give great head! I guess a little change of pace wasn't a bad idea, at that."
"Oh. Oh, yeah!" I echoed, as I achieved my own shuddering release. Then I felt Charles's cock pulsate and pump in me as he got his rocks off, too.
We two young women dismounted the older guy and helped him up on the limo seat. After we'd fixed our dresses, our hair and our makeup, we took some tissues and cleaned up our male friend's suit pants, as well. They had my come stains all over them. He always seemed to be fully dressed when we made it.
"You know, I've never even seen you naked," I jokingly said to him. "Are you hiding something?"
"No," he laughed. "No old war injury or anything like that. I'm just in too much of a rush to fuck you hot young beauties, or to eat your tasty pussies."
He paused. "Besides, you do get to see the best part of me naked. My cock!"
In that spirit, we arrived at the restaurant. Charles had chosen the most expensive place in town, with white tablecloths and gleaming silver. The three of us sat at a table against the wall, with him again in the middle. He ordered up an absolute feast that must have run the tab to several hundred dollars. That was another advantage of dating older, established men!
"We did this evening in the right order," he said, taking a forkful of lobster and Russian caviar. "I'm famished from the sex."
Adrienne and I agreed. Feasting after fucking is one of the world's greatest pleasures.
Nor was the happy feeling between our legs totally over. That was because the old rascal had his hands on us under the table!
When we were riding home, I sounded Charles out about his wife. I had briefly seen her at the pop concert where we'd first met. But he described her better as a forty-five-year-old redhead with a nice body but a relatively conservative, uptight mind.
He raised his eyebrows when I told him just how gay Adrienne was. He raised them even higher when I suggested that she might seduce his wife into lesbian sex!
"I don't think she's had any affairs during our marriage, much less with women," he said. "But she might be open to it. And, damn it, the idea does turn me on." He paused. "Another thing. She does like a tough, powerful partner. That's the way I am with her, though I'm not that way with you. So a lesbian, if you'll excuse my frankness, could get to her."
Adrienne brightened. "That's just how I like to play it," she said. "I could get your wife to go woman to woman if anyone could!"
"Do you actually have to salivate?" I joked, seeing her expression at the prospect. "But go to it. Let's work my plan!"
When we three sexy plotters got back to the apartment, my dark-haired roomie and I invited my older lover in. To complete the evening, we sat on the sofa and played an erotic video on the VCR. It was of two beautiful women going at it with each other.
"That's a fantastic thing," Charles said, glancing at both of us. "I don't know why men are turned on by it, but they sure as hell are."
"Would you like to see it for real?" Adrienne asked purringly.
It took him a moment to realize what she meant. Then he turned silently to me.
"Yes, I fuck her, too," I told him. "But I'm bi. What I feel for men is just as strong." To confirm it, I ran my hand up his thigh.
"Will wonders never cease?" he laughed when he'd gotten over his surprise. "But in that case, or in any case, yes, I would like to see!"
So Adrienne and I stood up, shucked off our thin dresses, and shook out our long hair. There we were, she brunette and I blonde, in nothing but garter belts, stockings, and high heels. Charles must have felt that he'd died and gone to a sensual heaven!
My roomie lay down on the rug, her hair fanning out and her firm, pointed breasts rising. She spread her long legs, stroked her thighs, and opened her pussy with her fingers. She wantonly met Charles's eyes, showing it to him.
"Wouldn't you like to have this?" she teased. "But it's for Meredith, not for you. Though you did get to eat it tonight."
He was beside himself, but he was also happy as a lark. So, if that wasn't enough, I lay down on top of Adrienne, upside-down. My long blonde hair fell over her lap, and my furry peach was right at her ruby red lips.
"Oh, damn." Charles sighed, seeing me too. "But please go on!"
We certainly did. With me as the aggressor, as if to lay my bisexuality all out for him, we got into tender sex. My roomie made her tongue long and hard and licked my slit and my clit. I did likewise with her, getting her all opened up and lapping her freely flowing juices. We'd done so much lesbian fucking that we were like a well-oiled machine. Soon our eyes were closed in passion and our smooth young flesh was quivering with joy.
"Nnn. Nnn," we moaned softly as we built to a quieter kind of climax. As we moved sensuously and femininely together, a warm, peaceful wave washed over us, and we were done.
When we uncoupled, though, we found that Charles hadn't only been watching! He had his long, hard dick out, and had been stroking it well.
"Oh. Oh, yes!" he shouted, suddenly shooting strong streams of hot, white sperm. "Oh, that was a fantastic thing!"
"Why, you dirty old man," Adrienne scolded. "I should make you clean up the rug."
"She's only kidding," I told him. "But you are quite a masturbator, if you'll recall that time by the pond!"
"Well, I do feel pretty decadent," he laughed. "Like a real voluptuary."
"Nothing wrong with that," my lesbian roomie said, as we concluded our sexy evening.
Chapter Four
Adrienne did fuck Charles's wife, whose name was Nancy. And here's how it happened, as Adrienne told it to me.
Having been told where the middle-aged couple lived, Adrienne followed Nancy to the market one Saturday morning. The red-headed woman was wearing a conservative skirt and blouse, and sensible shoes.
But Adrienne was something else again. She had her long, dark hair in a single braid down her back, and she was dressed completely in black! From a sleeveless vest with nothing on underneath it, to a short skirt with a chrome-studded belt, to high boots below her bare white thighs, she was a vision of lesbian power. She wasn't into leather, but her black clothes had the same effect.
She caught Nancy's attention, too. Charles had been right. His wife was attracted to strong women.
Seeing her opportunity, Adrienne struck up a conversation with the older woman. She even asked, practically told her to have a cup of coffee with her at a sidewalk cafe. Nancy was too stunned to refuse. As she sat across the table, staring at Adrienne's kinky garb and young, half-naked body, she fell totally into her power. She even pretended to drop something so she could bend down and get a view of her crotch.
Adrienne went back to Nancy's house with her, Charles having arranged to be away for the day. As soon as she was inside the door, the dark-haired lesbian took absolute control. She seized the older redhead's shoulders and kissed her hard. Then she practically ripped off Nancy's skirt and blouse, leaving her in a white bra and panties. My roommate believed in being direct!
"Oh, heavens!" the conservative woman gasped. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to make love to you," Adrienne laughed, enjoying the effect of every word. "I'm going to fuck you."
The young lez went on to strip off her subject's underwear, too. The older woman's body was very appealing. She'd kept herself in shape with tennis and golf, and she had sexy tan lines. Her breasts were still high and round, and her hard red nipples were especially nice. Her triangle had an exciting swatch of red fur.
Adrienne hugged Nancy tightly, holding onto her naked buns. She ground her skirt-covered mound onto her partner's exposed one. She opened her black vest and pressed their breasts together, nipple to sensitive nipple.
"Oh, I don't believe I'm doing this!" Nancy gasped. "But I can't say no."
Then Adrienne maneuvered her through the big, Colonial-style house and upstairs to the bedroom. Its frilly decor provided quite a contrast to the young lez's kinky black togs. And Nancy, naked and quaking in her own room and about to get laid by another woman for the first time in her life, provided even more.
"All right," the older redhead said. "Do what you're going to do."
But Adrienne decided to tease her. "It won't be that easy, dear," she said. "First, you'll have to do some begging for it!"
Nancy did, even going to her knees on the expensive carpet. By that time, she was wildly aroused.
"Please," she entreated. "Please!"
Still, Adrienne wouldn't lay her. "You'll have to crawl for it, too," she stated.
Her female charge obeyed that command as well. With her breasts hanging, her tail wagging, and her red-furred snatch visible between her legs, she padded around the bedroom. She was totally obedient to the young, butch woman.
"Now will you do me?" Nancy asked, stopping in front of Adrienne and looking hungrily up at her. "Please?"
"Just one more thing," the lez concluded. "I want you to eat my pussy, and to eat it good!"
Surprising even herself, the conservative redhead did that, too. Although she'd probably never even touched another woman's sex, she ran her hands up along Adrienne's black boots, then her smooth white thighs. Reaching higher, she pulled down her panties. She stroked her thick black fur and ran her finger along her hot, wet slit. She opened her labes with her fingers and studied her tender red folds.
Then Nancy stuck her head up under her partner's skirt, and took a big mouthful of lesbian quim!
Adrienne stood rampant over her as she gave surprisingly good head. While she'd never done it before, the older woman licked and slurped away, even paying special attention to the other's joy button. Maybe the fact that it was her first time inspired her.
"Oh, yeah, that's it," the dominant lesbian panted, gyrating her hips. "You see, my pussy won't bite." She paused, then laughed throatily. "Though I have been told I have a hell of a nice snapper!"
Adrienne even came. "Ah. Ah!" she shouted, putting out a flood of juice onto Nancy's virgin mouth. "Ahhhhh!"
At last, the older woman withdrew her head from under her partner's skirt. She smiled up at her with her come-soaked lips.
"Now?" she asked. "Now will you do it to me?"
Adrienne relented. "All right, bitch," she replied. "I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you like there's no tomorrow!"
She did, too. Stripping off her black vest and skirt, leaving herself in only her kinky boots with her long pigtail, she pulled Nancy to her feet. Just as quickly, she pushed her back onto the frilly bed.
Throwing herself on top of her, she ground her pussy onto the other's creaming snatch, eliciting moans of delight. Then she got one thigh between her partner's spreading legs, and began humping wildly. Of course, that put Nancy's leg right on her own juicing twat.
"Oh. Ohhhhhh!" the no longer conservative woman shrieked as she came strongly. "Oh, that was amazing. Why did it take me so long to try another woman for sex?"
"Better late than never," the young lesbian replied, coming along with her. "But it isn't over yet!"
At that, Adrienne slid down on Nancy's quivering body and started to give her some head. Characteristically, she made her plead for it first, but then she dove into her reddish muff. She opened the other's female folds with her fingers, and tongued her clit rapidly. Then she plunged right into her hot, wet hole.
"Oh. Oh, damn!" the older woman responded, bucking and heaving. "Oh, yes, do that. I want more!"
And the booted, dark-haired lez did so, until she had the redhead coming strongly again. Afterward, she looked up and smiled.
"You say you want more," Adrienne stated. "But are you ready for the ultimate?"
"What do you mean?" Nancy asked, wriggling around on the bed.
"I mean the big pink," the young lesbian replied. "A dildo. A fake rubber dick that'll make your pussy sit up and take notice, that'll make you come until you're fucked for good!"
The older woman shuddered. "Oh, my," she gasped. "I don't know if I am ready for that." Still, she began massaging her breasts and feeling herself between her thighs.
"Be ready, bitch," Adrienne countered, resuming her dominant stance. She reached into her handbag and came up with the dildo. "Because here it comes!"
Nancy went wild when the lez manually slid the thing into her. It looked very big between her slender legs, but she managed to take all of it. As the other woman worked it back and forth and around in her, she responded avidly. She raised her hips and rotated her snatch, going for all the pleasure she could get. If only her husband, Charles, could have seen her then!
"Oh. Oh. Ohhh!" she exclaimed. "Oh, clean me out with that big pink thing. Make me come, lover. Oh, yes!"
Then Nancy came for her third time. She thrashed her red head around and beat her fists on the mattress. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. She actually hissed with delight.
"Yesss," she went. "Ssss. Ssss!"
Finally, Adrienne pulled the long, thick dildo out of the other's vagina. She lay back on the bed beside the newly initiated older woman, and stroked her white flesh lovingly now.
"Well, how do you like femme sex?" she asked.
Nancy smiled dreamily. She began caressing her new partner's breasts, tummy, and legs as she might have done a man's body.
"I like it very much, indeed!" she declared. "And from now on, when my husband isn't keeping me busy, I'm going to get every bit of it that I can."
"Good," the young lesbian replied. "It's very easy to find, too. You might not always meet a tough, randy gal like me, but you'll be surprised at all the hot young stuff you can get."
"Or maybe I could wear the kinky gear," the new convert enthused.
"Atta girl," Adrienne laughed, giving her a slap on the butt. "Atta girl!"
All that time, of course, Nancy had never suspected that it had been a set-up, that her husband had known about the whole affair and had even had sex with Adrienne. Nor would she ever know.
But there was someone else who knew. It was me, Meredith! And later the same day, with Charles still out of the big house, my nasty roomie arranged for me to fuck Nancy, too.
Actually, we both fucked her. I arrived at the big Colonial to find the two women really acting raunchy, sitting in the living room still naked. They'd had a few drinks after the sex, and things had gotten a little out of hand. In fact, when I entered, they were playfully tossing mixed nuts at each other!
"Oh, hi there!" Nancy exclaimed, not even waiting for Adrienne to introduce me. "Welcome to my humble abode. Things aren't as stuffy as usual around here!"
She paused, and spread her legs. "Would you like to see my pussy?" she questioned. "You know, your friend just fucked it!"
My roommate shook her head. "Like they say, I've created a monster," she laughed. "Now this gal just can't get enough woman to woman sex. But why don't you get naked and join us, Meredith?"
I didn't need much persuading. Standing over Nancy, I provocatively peeled off the T-shirt I was wearing, letting her see my trim torso and my firm, pointed breasts. Turning, I inched down my jeans and panties, wiggling my sweet tail out of them as my long blonde hair hung down my naked back. Turning again, I flashed my yellow-furred pussy right in her face. I ran my hands over my breasts, tummy, and thighs, writhing seductively.
"Oh, I'd like to fuck you," the older redhead gushed. "Adrienne said there'd be young women like you." She turned to .my roomie. "Can I? Can I?"
The latter got up from where she'd been sitting, walked over, and whispered in my ear. "Remember how we did Charles in the limo?" she inquired. "Let's put her down on the sofa, and do his wife the same way!"
We did. As Nancy heard our request and eagerly lay back, one of us got on either end of her. I took her head, lowering my creaming quim directly down onto her face. Immediately, I felt her lips on my labia and her tongue flicking my sensitive clit, then probing inside me. It was an indescribably titillating sensation. My roommate had taught her subject very well!
Meanwhile, Adrienne was straddling the prone woman's lap, grinding her hot sex onto hers. It wasn't an ideal position, but it would do. Soon all three of us were moaning with pleasure.
Sitting like that, my roomie and I were able to kiss and hug. And we did, sticking our tongues halfway down each other's throat. We stroked each other's shoulders, too, and squeezed breasts and plucked at hard red nipples.
"Mmm. Mmm. Mmm!" we all three went. We moved more and more energetically as we built to one big, all-femme orgasm. Nancy was giving us a damn good ride!
Then our climax broke over us, and we collapsed into a shuddering, naked mass of joy. I had to consciously hold my crotch up off Nancy's mouth so she could breathe.
Afterward, we unglued ourselves and sat in the older woman's classy living room once again. She brought us more drinks, and we devoured the rest of the mixed nuts from a silver bowl.
"This has degenerated into a lesbo orgy," dark-haired Adrienne observed. "This is party time!"
As if to confirm it, she pulled the big pink dildo out of her handbag once more. I couldn't believe she had anything left in her, but she did! With a smile, she slowly put it into herself, working it back and forth and twirling it around. She threw back her head, hunched her upper body forward, and moaned happily. Her spread thighs looked so wanton, and so did her pointed, thrusting breasts between her extended arms.
"Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed hoarsely, as she came. "Oh, yeah!"
Then she slid the rubber cock out of her satisfied hole and tossed it to me. I caught its slippery length and slid it into my own sex-charged sleeve. It wasn't surprising that I could do more, since I'd come late to the orgy. That dildo was surely getting a workout that night!
"Ooh," I went, as I eventually came volumes. "Ooh. Ooooh!"
That left only Nancy to join the kinky game. It seemed that we'd invented some new entertainment called "pass the dildo!" But the once-conservative older woman was ready.
She was a sight, totally loosened up, her legs spread, her red-furred twat shamelessly exposed, and her mouth open and panting. She was actually dripping juice onto the expensively upholstered chair where she sat.
"Throw me that thing, Meredith," she implored, as soon as I'd removed it from myself. "I need it bad!"
I did as she'd asked, and the next moment it was up in her. And if Adrienne and I had simply worked the dildo and twirled it around, this woman used it like an absolute plunger! Faster and faster she moved it in and out of her red-hot vagina, employing its whole thick length. Her arms moved like a machine, her eyes became glazed over with lust, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead as she gave it her all.
"Ungh. Ungh. Ungh," Nancy grunted savagely. My roommate and I stared in fascination at the rubber dick moving between her tightly stretched labes. "Ungh. Ungh. Ungh!"
Then, with an orgasm that made her whole body go rigid and her naked skin quiver, she suddenly came.
After that, she collapsed back in her chair, even fainting for a moment. And when she woke up, though she didn't even have her hands on it anymore, that big pink dildo was still sticking lewdly out of her quim.
At last, the lesbo day was over. Adrienne, Nancy, and yours truly, Meredith, went upstairs and showered in the luxurious main bathroom of the older woman's home. Like the others, that room was no longer only utilitarian, having been invested with the aura of raunchy sex!
Nancy insisted on washing us, thereby getting one more chance to feel all over our sexy young bodies. At the beginning of the day, she'd never have believed that she'd be savoring the touch of twenty-two-year-old beauties! She did our breasts and our snatches lovingly, even letting her busy fingers wander into our cracks. Then she toweled us off and rubbed us down with expensive cologne. Finally, when we were dressed again, she found our purses and gave us a sizeable sum for dinner.
I could only imagine how it would have been if she'd gone along and sat between us like her husband had, especially with Adrienne dressed the way she was. Would Nancy have also had her hands on our pussies under the table?
"Well, have a nice time at your next garden club meeting," I told her at her door.
The older woman chuckled. "I know you're joking, Meredith," she replied. "After today, I'll never be uptight again. And if I go to the garden club, it may be to look for the hot pink flower between some other woman's legs."
She looked at Adrienne. "And maybe to make her crawl naked around the living room floor!"
When we got home, my roommate and I stripped naked and cuddled in bed, going over the day's thrills.
"I wish Charles could have been in on that, or at least have seen it," I said, reflecting my bi self.
"Never mind," Adrienne answered, as she started to stroke my beaver. "He's probably imagining it, and jacking off to it right now!"
Chapter Five
While I did fuck him on several more occasions, it was time for me to move on from Charles and his wife, not to mention his chauffeur. After all the lezzie action, too, I decided to play it straight for a while. I also wanted a brief change of pace from older men. So I was more than ready for what happened next.
In addition to jogging, I play sports on weekends to keep my sexy body in shape, or my body in shape for sex! One Saturday afternoon, there was a volleyball game going at the apartment complex, with a dozen guys and gals leaping and shouting.
I had been sitting in the sun, and I joined in, still wearing a red thong bikini. Soon two young men were especially interested in me, and they sat with me when we took a break for a cold drink.
One was tall and blonde, and was named Joe. The other, Fred, was shorter, dark-haired, and deeply tanned. They were nice guys with bodies that were just as nice, so I didn't mind leading them on. Soon, I noticed their eyes wandering down to my firm, pointed breasts, which my top barely covered. Then their gaze moved around behind, to where my buns were naked except for the thong between them. Finally, becoming bolder, the two guys stole looks at my pussy, which was hidden by only a tiny patch of red cloth.
When we started playing volleyball again, I had to laugh, because Joe and Fred kept missing their shots because they were watching me move. They kept saying that the sun was in their eyes, but I knew I was, instead! Then I jumped too high for the ball, and one of my tits popped out of my bikini for a moment. Now that they'd seen bare boob, the ice was really broken.
So, when the game was over, I let them follow me to my apartment, knowing that I was going to fuck them!
Adrienne was out, so I was on my own. I sat Joe and Fred down on the sofa and got us all beers. Then I stood in front of them, smiled freely, and took off my top. Their eyes bulged when they saw my naked, hard-nippled mams. For my part, I could see their dicks spring up in their athletic shorts!
I sat down on the sofa between them. With my left hand, I pulled Joe's cock out and began to stroke its generous length. With my right hand, I hauled out Fred's fine erection and did the same to it. In turn, their hands wandered onto my bare breasts, and then between my legs. Soon they had my bottom off, and I had two different fingers stroking my hot, wet slit!
We stood up and got totally naked. I did a little dance for them, swiveling my hips and bumping my shameless twat forward. I put my hands on my head and ran my fingers through my long blonde hair, which made my tits stand up even more proudly. I thrust out my trim butt and slapped it excitedly. I formed my lips into a pout and made a sultry, purring sound. As a nympho, I always get just as raunchy as the guys. I love to show off for men and to drive them crazy. After my little dance, we were all so aroused that we practically ran for the bedroom!
I bounced back on the mattress and spread my silky thighs. Pointing to ajar I kept right out on the bedside table, I had Joe and Fred put on condoms. Such service I provided!
"Who's first?" I asked candidly.
They looked at each other.
"You go ahead," the one said.
"No, you," said the other.
"No, you."
"Oh, the hell with it, guys," I laughed. "I'll take you both on at once!"
So now I had what I secretly might have wanted when I was fucking with Adrienne and Charles, then with her and Nancy. It was me, and two guys! I was a busy little beaver, and an efficient one!
Joe stood at the foot of the bed, and pulled me down so that my sweet ass was on the edge of it. With his fingers, he opened me to the pink, delighting in my fresh young folds. He put his strong hands under my cheeks and raised me up a bit. Then he started his rod under my yellow fur, deep into my hot, tight sleeve.
He boffed me fast, then slowly, sighing deeply as his rigid length slid in and out. My tummy tensed, my upright breasts moved in rhythm, and my pretty mouth opened in a series of happy squeals.
"Oh, yeah, Joe," I went. "Oh, yeah, you stud!"
I couldn't squeal for very long, though, because I was soon addressing Fred's tasty cock. I had him straddling my pretty face, with his swollen tip at my hungry lips. I took him deep in my mouth, sucking strongly and working the underside of his shaft with my tongue. I was fucking and sucking away.
We three went on like that for a good long time. We were lost in a world of safe, casual pleasure. What had started at a volleyball game had wound up being an athletic event of a different kind. We'd gone from ball to balling. And it had been a "pickup" game in more ways than one!
Then we started to come. I went first, once then again, thrashing around in paroxysms of feminine joy. I'd become wildly turned on by the cock in my pussy and from mouth-fucking the other one, too.
My men followed. "Uh. Uh. Uh. Ahhh!" Joe shouted, pulling out, yanking off his rubber, and shooting ribbons of white stuff into the air. "Ahhh!"
"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Ohhh!" Fred echoed. Suddenly I felt him explode and fill the end of his protection with jizz. Then he pulled out as well.
"Wow!" I enthused, sitting up on the bed and getting the guys on either side of me. I reached down and stroked their satisfied cocks and my well-fucked pussy. "That was a hell of a game. I know it wasn't tennis, but I'll take doubles with you two anytime!"
"Right on, Meredith," they agreed. "Indoor sports are the best kind of all!"
Fred moved away from the apartment complex, but Joe stayed on. And we continued to play sports together, of both kinds!
One afternoon, I was on my usual jogging course through the woods. I was thinking of how I'd seduced that voluptuous blonde, Liz, for some oral sex. Just then, I came up behind the equally blond hunk, Joe. He was running along in nothing but tight white silk shorts and his shoes.
As a liberated young woman, I see nothing wrong with men making fetishes of certain parts of the female anatomy. But if they want to look at and talk about tits and ass, then turnabout's fair play. To reverse the old expression, what's sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose!
Accordingly, as I said hello and continued to run behind him, I found myself going crazy over Joe's buns. His strong back and muscular arms and legs were fine, but I'd never noticed just how great his buns were. Those tight, hard things alternately inspired me to jog more strongly, or they made my knees weak and my pussy wet and tingly!
When we got back to the apartment complex, I told Joe that I just had to have sex with him again. Being a virile young man, he didn't exactly refuse. We went to my place, where I stripped off my jogging things and bared my tall, slender body that he already knew so well. In turn, he shucked off his running shorts, displaying his huge, throbbing erection.
"I have a confession to make," I told him. "Suddenly, I've really got a thing for your butt!"
"Why, Meredith!" Joe laughed. "I didn't know you were an ass woman, if there is such a thing."
"There is!" I enthused. "And I'm going to go for yours, right now."
I knelt down, but not in front of him. Now his beautiful buns were at my face, and I dug right into them. I licked his clean ass all over, making it wet and shiny. I gave it little love bites, which made him jerk with pleasure.
Then I separated his cheeks, burrowed between them, and licked his hole.
"Oh, damn!" he exclaimed. "That feels incredible. Lover, you weren't kidding!"
"It turns me on to do it," I purred in reply. "You should see how my pussy's creaming."
I could only do his ass for so long, though, because his turgid cock needed my attention. So, in an all-time great move, I crawled forward between his spread legs, running my head along his crotch and his swollen balls. That drove him wild, especially when I wound up with his phallus nestled in my blonde hair.
"Wow, look at you!" Joe responded. "But turn around, Meredith. Suck my cock. Please!"
I did, taking him lovingly into my mouth and giving him fine head. Soon I had him squirting gobs of white stuff all over the place.
But I'd gotten him off quickly, made his dick soft, partly because of something else I had in mind!
"Lie on the floor," I told the blond hunk. "Lie face down."
"What are you up to?" he asked, after following my instructions.
"I didn't want you to have to lie on your boner," I said, with a wanton smile. "Because I like your buns so much that I'm going to fuck them. I'm going to ride them and come on them!"
Then I did just that. I squatted down, straddled him, and planted my hot, wet pussy right on his hard ass. It didn't take much sliding around to take me where I wanted to be. Just the feel of his butt was more than enough inspiration.
"Oh. Ohhh!" I gushed, coming strongly. "Oh, Joe, your ass. Ohhhhh!"
Usually, it's the woman who gets all messy in sex. But this time, it was the man's backside that was all slippery with spunk!
"That was a change of pace, Meredith," Joe laughed, as I let him up and he wiped himself off with some tissues. "And your pussy felt pretty good on me. It reminds me of when I was nineteen, and was dating a girl the same age. She didn't want to go all the way, so she was always dry-humping my leg. It wasn't exactly dry, though!"
He paused. "But you know, there's really nothing wrong with down-to-earth acts like that one. I'm a bit of a scholar, and in the 1600s, say, they did such things all the time and made it a point to write about them. They had a joyful, all-inclusive attitude toward sex."
"I don't know about that," I replied, giving his beautiful buns one more squeeze. "All I know is that I had a great ride, no ifs, ands, or 'butts!'"
We were sweaty from our jogging and now from the sex, so we got up and showered. I broke out some beers and snacks, and we relaxed on the sofa together.
"What was the wildest point of contact you ever had with a woman?" I asked my lover curiously, thinking of what I'd just done.
Joe considered, then decided. "Well, it was with what I like to call the three rocking ladies," he said. "But the fact that there were three of them wasn't the half of it!"
* * *
I met those young women during rush hour downtown (he continued). Actually, they were walking side by side, and they ran right into me.
"Oh, excuse us," one of them said.
I looked more closely, and saw that they all had long blonde hair, like yours, Meredith. They were pretty and well-built, too, in tight jeans and T-shirts with the name of the same rock group printed on them.
"Don't mention it," I replied. "I'm literally glad we bumped into each other!"
"Well, then, I'm Kandi," the leader went on, with a giggle. "And this is Kelli, and this is Karli. We spell our names with a 'k' and an 'i'. We're nineteen, and we live together."
"Good for you," I said. "Would you all like to join me for a soda or something?"
They talked among themselves, and there were more giggles.
"No," Kandi answered. "But how would you like to come on home with us?"
It was almost too good to be true, but I didn't sell myself short. If you meet an opportunity like that, you grab it! So I walked with them to their place, which was in a loft building nearby. The walls were papered with rock posters, and it turned out that the girls actually sang backup for the group that was pictured on their shirts. They must have looked great, being so much alike.
But one thing led to another, and I found out just how great they did look. And if being picked up by them on the street had seemed too good to be true, then what followed was even more so. In short, the four of us stripped down and proceeded to get it on!
Imagine, if you will, not one, but three beautiful sets of pink-nippled breasts. Imagine not one, but three luscious rears, and three pairs of smooth white thighs. And imagine no less than three golden-furred pussies with moist, tender red lips!
"How can I satisfy all of you?" I asked, as they led me to a king-size mattress. My prick was huge and hard, but still I wondered.
"Oh, you'll figure out some way, Joe," Kandi giggled. "But we do want you to do us all at the same time!"
That was the challenge those rock ladies had laid down for me. And that was the challenge I rose to.
I lay back on the mattress, and three pairs of gentle hands went to work on me. It was absolutely amazing. They massaged my chest, gut and tensing legs, making my upstanding cock harder still. I could feel the precum oozing out, and my balls swelling. They moved their naked bodies sensuously, too, as they stroked me. Taking hold of my rod, they even talked about it.
"Ooo, look at this," Kandi cooed. "We're gonna have a lot of fun with this!"
"Ooo, yes," the second one, Kelli, agreed.
"Right on," the third one, Karli, added. Then she kissed my cocktip, and I almost came.
Now we got into position for a glorious four-way fuck. Kandi, as the boldest one, reserved my dick for herself. Rolling on a rubber, she threw one shapely leg over my lap and lowered her soft yellow bush and her hot, slippery vulva onto my gut. My cock stuck up between her tight ass cheeks, and she teased us both that way for a bit.
But then she raised up again, and ran her tight, exciting channel onto me in one smooth stroke.
"Ooo!" she squealed. "You're inside me, Joe. We're fucking. Yes!"
Kandi kept squealing as she bounced up and down. She held onto her jogging breasts, squeezing her pink nipples between her fingers. She eyed me sexily, licked her red lips, and tossed her blonde hair as she rode like a real cowgirl. Just Kandi alone would have been enough to make me come like crazy.
But then Kelli got into the act! She straddled me, too, but this time it was my face. Her dripping wet, wide open young quim was right before my eyes. I'd never seen anything so fresh and lovely, not to mention arousing. From her spread outer lips, to her pink inner ones, to her hard clit and her tempting hole, she was beautiful.
I couldn't see her sex for long, though, because she lowered it onto my lips! I had to be content, if that's a strong enough word, with slurping, lapping, and tonguing at her as she wriggled in ecstasy above. But I did squeeze her sweet, tight buns to help her along.
Presumably, since they were facing each other as they straddled me, Kandi and Kelli were getting into it, too. I pictured them French-kissing and squeezing each other's nice tits, their long blonde hair hanging down their bare, arching backs.
Oh, and I forgot to mention that they'd put on a tape of their rock band. The hard, throbbing number that was playing matched the feeling in my dick! And as their voices in the song reached a shrieking crescendo, their real voices did likewise from the sex.
They sounded like they were coming in the music, and they really were coming now. In fact, they nearly blew me off the mattress!
"Eee. Eee!" they went, as I felt Kandi's pussy spasm around my cock, and Kelli's go wild against my lips. "Eee. Eeeee!"
But the third rock lady, Karli, had been left out. It wasn't for long, though. And now we get to the part you asked about, the craziest point of sexual contact I've ever had with a woman.
Suddenly, I became aware of someone way down at the foot of the mattress, and of something touching none other than my big toe. It had to be Karli. And it had to be her hot, wet quim!
"Oh, damn," I gasped, as the two other young women got off me and watched with wanton interest. I looked down along my body, and sure enough, there the third one was. "You're going to fuck my toe? My toe?"
"I sure am," Karli giggled, squatting, as she lowered her pussy onto it. "And you've got a nice long one, too!"
As she threw back her blonde head, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth in passion, my mind was completely blown. Even my cock, which was standing straight up and achingly ready, forgot about coming. The feel of my toe up a woman's twat was almost too much to absorb. I wiggled and worked it, trying to give her a good time.
Like I said, I'm a bit of a scholar in sexual matters. And I remembered from a psychology class that some men don't like to go barefoot because they equate their big toe with their dick and they don't want to show it. But I wondered if the psychologists had ever heard of a toe actually being used as a dick!
At any rate, it served Karli just fine. Soon she, too, was coming and shrieking.
"Eee, your toe!" she went, her fine young body shuddering with ecstasy. "Your toe!"
That left me with female juice all over my cock, my lips ... and my big toe. But I couldn't reflect on it for very long.
"Oh, damn," I groaned to the three incredible blondes. "I haven't come yet. Get me off, quick. Please!"
Taking pity on me, they did. And if I'd been amazed by the feeling of three pairs of feminine hands massaging my body, how about three different mouths on my dick? Well, they got in a smiling circle around my lap. and they took turns sucking me. Kandi, Kelli, and Karli blew me to perfection, their hair tickling my balls and their pretty lips formed tightly around my manhood. Soon they had my rubber off and I was hosing hot, white jism up toward the ceiling, in a climax that seemed three times as strong because there were three of them!
* * *
"Wow, Joe!" I exclaimed, when he'd finished his story. "You've got my own pussy juicing like crazy just from listening to you."
"My pleasure, Meredith," he laughed. "But it serves you right. You did ask!"
"I just hope I'm woman enough for you," I added jokingly. "I'm only one blonde, you see."
"You're more than enough," he responded, holding me close. "You're three in one." He paused. "And your name doesn't end in a silly 'i'!"
I had one more great time with that nice young hunk before he, too, moved out of the apartment complex. To come full circle, we'd been jogging again, and I'd pulled a muscle in my back. At my place, Joe had me bend over the kitchen counter while he stood behind and massaged me. Under his strong hands, the pain soon went away.
While he worked on me, though, I found myself thinking of those three rock ladies massaging him. And sure enough, his efforts soon took on sexual overtones. His hands wandered underneath me to my differently aching breasts.
"Mmm, that felt nice," I purred, referring to the back rub. "But this feels even nicer!"
So he shucked off the T-shirt I was wearing, getting me excitingly topless. He pulled down my shorts and panties, too, as I writhed delightedly and tingles of pleasure shot through me. I felt something hot and hard in his own shorts pressing against my firm round buns. Then he stripped down, and his great big cock was rubbing nakedly on my ass.
Joe teased me for a bit, running his tip through my cleft. My knees weakened as I leaned over the counter, my tummy felt warm and happy, and my pussy was dripping. I thought he might enter my other opening, and quite frankly I wouldn't have minded.
But he moved to my pussy instead, and started working my hot, slippery labes with his cockhead. I reached under myself and fingered my joy button, getting myself more and more turned on.
"Oh, c'mon, lover," I panted. "Quit teasing. This is all very well, but now I need your meat. Give me a high hard one, please!"
He did, in one smooth thrust. He was unusually big and hard that day, maybe from the slow build-up, and I gasped when I felt him in me. His dick touched me in places it had never touched before.
My open quim was juicing madly, and I almost came right away. But he started plunging, exciting me even more if that was possible, and I didn't want it to be over so soon. So I held off.
I could hear his naked flesh slapping on mine as my buns vibrated wildly. I could even hear the squishy sound of his dick moving in my hole. This was the way I liked it, totally explicit. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them as we both panted with delight.
"Oh, Joe!" I went. "You're really cleaning me out. What a great big dick you have today!"
He couldn't resist. "The better to fuck you with, Meredith," he replied. "The better to fuck you with!"
Then, so that we could see each other's reactions better, we balled face to face. Joe slid his cock out of me, turned me around, boosted me up on the kitchen counter, then quickly went back in.
Our sex-drunk eyes met as we kept going at it. I also looked down past my bobbing breasts and watched his rod sliding in and out of me, under my soggy yellow bush. I hugged him with my legs and put my arms around his neck. And that put me in position for the biggest thrill of the day.
Suddenly, I was being lifted off the counter, stuck on his rigid tool! His strong hands were under my buns, supporting me and moving my pussy on him. His muscular legs were taut as he held me up and I moved on him as well.
Our bodies were in great shape from all the jogging and weekend sports. It was paying definite sexual benefits right now!
"Oh, yeah!" I shouted, as I suddenly came like wildfire. My spasming pussy felt like it would melt around his dick. I shuddered all over, letting my arms and legs go limp and almost falling off him. But even then his strong arms held me in position.
"Yeah. Yeah!" Joe echoed, letting off a mighty blast of his own. His cock went crazy inside me, and soon he was pumping a big load of come.
We sank to the floor, jubilant over the great thing that was sex, hugging each other for joy. I was so glad I was a nympho. Sex was good and healthy. Sex was great!
"Well, Meredith," my partner said, "we seem to have blown the afternoon. How about some dinner?"
"What a way to blow it, though," I replied. "But I am famished. Yes!"
Not too long after that, Joe did move away. Nympho that I was, though, I'd known our affair wouldn't be permanent. If he hadn't broken it off eventually, I probably would have. The way I felt, the world of sex was just too vast to be confined to two people, nice as that was.
So I set about finding a new man!
Chapter Six
He was an average guy, not rich like Charles. I met him when he came into the office one day to call on my boss. But the minute we saw each other, something clicked. I'd read about pheromones and instant sexual attraction, and that was surely the case. In about thirty seconds, my pussy had started to moisten!
His name was Guy, and he wasn't a bad-looking guy at that. In his fifties, silver-haired, and with a wedding ring on his finger, he was just the way I like them. Big, with a hearty laugh and an obvious appetite for pleasure, he was inspired by my slim, twenty-two-year-old self to give me all I could handle.
To make a long story short, Guy asked me out, and we fucked. We kept fucking, whenever he didn't have to be with his wife. I didn't feel sorry for her, though, because he apparently gave her all she wanted, too. He was a regular sex machine. As he'd grown older, he'd only gotten more virile and better.
But an interesting thing about Guy was the stories he told me. So I'll repeat some, while I drip just like I did when I heard them!
I've always been highly sexed, Meredith (Guy related as we lay in bed after a particularly great mutual orgasm). And one of the things that made me that way happened when I was only nineteen.
If you turned that age in the 1950s, as I did, sex was still a delightfully forbidden thing. The movies didn't show much more than kisses. Even the men's magazines had only breasts and behinds. And if you got a virgin's bra off in the back seat of a car, you considered yourself lucky.
Of course, some people your age had gone all the way. And among the older folks, there was just as much sex as there is now. But it seemed forbidden. And, in a way, that even made it more fun.
The women, too, seemed different. Maybe it was because it was older ones who usually posed for the men's mags, but they were less tanned, more full-figured, and bustier. That was the era of the breast, anyway. Given Monroe, Mansfield, and Van Doren as sex symbols, every guy was a tit man. And those blonde bombshells even set off their twin delights with tight sweaters and pushup bras.
It was a great time for watching, as well. Maybe because you couldn't do as much, there was a lot to see and dream about. And sometimes it all came together, as it did for me one night.
I was still living at home, and I was sitting in my room, staring idly at the house next door. Suddenly, a light went on in the master bedroom, and Mrs. Marsh, our thirty-five-year-old neighbor, walked in. She was wearing a tight white sweater over her prodigious breasts, a formatting black skirt over her curvy rump, a matching patent leather belt around her hourglass waist, and stockings and high heels. She had on heavy make-up, and her blonde hair was sprayed into a complicated style. That was another great thing about women then. Their formal faces and hair contrasted wildly with their natural flesh when they were nude.
Anyway, as I watched closely now, Mrs. Marsh began to undress! First, her sweater came up and off, revealing her jutting twin beauties in a stiff white bra, with their creamy flesh swelling out on top. Next, her belt was unbuckled and her skirt unzipped and shed, leaving her belly and rear in full-cut white panties. It was fascinating to see her strip, totally unaware of the fact that I was looking on.
But soon, it got even better! As I swallowed hard, and as my young cock got hard, too, Mrs. Marsh reached behind her smooth back and unhooked her bra. Then she shrugged it off, and there they were!
They were bigger, fuller, and heavier than I'd ever imagined, thrusting powerfully out into the room. She even studied them, lifted them in her hands, and massaged the red marks from the bra away. When she did that, her nipples got thick and hard.
I was seeing Mrs. Marsh's giant white breasts! Before I'd even had a chance to absorb that, though, she sat down at her vanity and rolled off her stockings. I might have hoped for a garter belt, but the sight of her generous thighs and her shapely thighs was good enough. Now she was only in her panties, with most of her smooth white skin, her mouth-watering curves, maddeningly bare.
She went on to study herself in the mirror, making sexy wiggles that again she thought were unobserved. Moreover, she raised her arms over her blonde head, which lifted her breasts to unbelievable fullness.
That would have been enough, as much as I'd seen in the men's magazines, but in the flesh. She was a mature, voluptuous blonde like Monroe or Mansfield, but right next door. I could have imagined inhaling her perfume and stroking her soft, warm skin. Already, my dick was not only rock-hard and throbbing, but dripping and ready to come almost without being touched.
But then Mrs. Marsh stood up and slipped off her panties, down over her gorgeous, shifting rear. And a moment later, she turned and I saw it all!
At age nineteen, it was my very first time. You just didn't see pubic hair in those days, not even in pictures. Certainly, you didn't encounter such a lush blanket of yellow fur as she had, so curly, soft and tempting.
Below her bush, though, I saw even more. There was a hint of her most intimate place, her swollen red vulva. She even reached between her legs and stroked her seam. That made her shudder with delight, and me, too!
Now she would put on a nightgown, I thought, and my marvelous show would be over. But, instead, she lay down naked on her bed! Her full breasts, crowned by her hard red nipples, stood up to perfect roundness. Her white belly looked like the most wonderful pillow in the world, and there was an expectant look on her face. But, best of all, her snowy thighs were spread, revealing all of her dripping, ready pink.
That was when Mr. Marsh entered the room. His wife had come upstairs to get ready for sex, I now realized.
I was going to see them fuck!
Mr. Marsh proceeded to strip down, releasing a cock that was as hard and throbbing as my own. He got over his wife, who smiled and stretched out her arms to him, and plunged his rod right into her. I'm not ashamed to say that I took mine out, too, and played along.
While my young body strained and my head swam, I watched and stroked. My expectations had been raised every step of the way that night, and now everything was to be fulfilled. I'd gone from watching a real woman undress, to seeing her naked, to seeing her do the actual deed! It was far, far better than any picture could ever be.
And there was the motion of it, her big breasts rolling and changing shape, her belly and upraised thighs tensing, her rear shifting, and every inch of her naked white flesh quivering with delight.
It was a 1950s dream come true. What's more, I could even see her husband's tool sliding into her hot, wet hole!
And when they came together, when I could actually see her orgasm surge through her and could almost hear her squeals of pleasure, I came, too. I left a puddle on the rug surely as big as the liquid load her husband pumped inside her!
In a few years, the movies and the magazines became more explicit, and I had real sexual experiences of my own. But after that night, whenever I saw Mrs. Marsh, I nearly creamed my jeans!
* * *
Later, in the 1960s (Guy continued, in a segue into another story), I'd gone to work in an office downtown. My secretary, Sandy, was a willowy blonde like you, Meredith, and we really hit it off. It was only a question of time before we got it on!
Things were freer then, but the heavy make-up and sprayed hair of the 1950s were still around. One night, when she and I were working late together, I found myself really staring at Sandy. Her stylish figure in a short, sleeveless black dress, not to mention her smooth bare arms and legs, were deeply affecting me. And her eye shadow and red lipstick helped to make her pretty face endlessly appealing.
I offered her a ride home, and she accepted, guessing it would be a lot more than that. At her place, she sat me down on the sofa, put on some soft music, and offered me a glass of wine. Then she walked slinkily toward the bedroom in her high heels.
As she moved, she looked provocatively over her shoulder at me. She also unzipped her dress, showing me her smooth, slender back.
Sandy returned wearing a filmy black negligee that revealed more than it concealed. I could see her high, pointed breasts right through it, her puckered areolae and her hard pink nipples. Her long legs moved gracefully and her trim rear shifted sexily. I could even see her modest triangle of yellow fur through the lace.
There was something about tall, slender women, I decided then. Their sexual characteristics weren't that forceful. But bone structure, overall tightness, and gentle curves were just as exciting. Call me a connoisseur and a lover of the female form, but that was how I saw it. And all women liked to be a little more sexy for men back then, if I may be forgiven for saying it.
In any event, Sandy eased herself down onto my lap. She boldly pulled up her negligee when she did it, too, letting her bare bottom contact me. In fact, I could feel her damp, wet sex right on my growing erection in my pants. My mouth went dry and my head pounded.
I inhaled her perfume and kissed her lipsticked mouth. My hands went to her breasts, my thumbs stroking her nipples. She raised her arms, and I peeled her negligee off, caressing her smooth, uniformly white skin. I ran my hands over her upper body, then her hard round behind. At last, I ran my fingers up her thigh and straight onto her quim.
Sandy came wildly alive. Panting hotly into my ear, she asked me to fuck her. I laid her back on the sofa, and she spread her legs. I could see everything, from her outer lips, to her clit, to a lot of juicy pink. I sprang to my feet and stripped down. My cock sprang out, too, and Sandy gasped with pleasure when she saw its throbbing length.
I got over her and plunged deeply inside. It was missionary position, but that was more than enough. She looked wonderful as she lay under me, her long-lashed eyes closed and her red mouth open in a pant.
Her warm, smooth body felt marvelous against me as I began thrusting away. Soon, she quivered and came, lifting her long, shapely legs and hugging me strongly.
But if I thought it was just going to be straight sex, I was in for a pleasant surprise. Before I could come, too, Sandy urged me off her, had me sit up, and knelt on the rug in front of me.
Suddenly, my cock was between her full lips and she was giving me fantastic head! Women didn't go down as much in those days, so it was a revelation. She even left traces of lipstick on my rod as she sucked me.
It blew my mind to watch my big member going into her heavily made-up face. Her blonde hair shook and her blue eyes looked wantonly up at me. Her soft hands stroked my straining legs as she did me, sending electric thrills through my rigid body.
Finally, I felt myself coming, and I tried to push her off me. But Sandy indicated otherwise. As I went through an incredibly strong, teeth-rattling climax, she took every ounce of my stuff deep in her avid mouth. I could see her throat moving as she swallowed it all.
But that wasn't quite the end of it. Raising herself so that her exciting, pointed breasts were at my cock, she massaged it with them, prolonging my pleasure. At the same time, she reached down and got two fingers into her slippery sex.
The contact of a cock on her breasts and the way she was fingering herself were enough to send her over the top again. Shuddering all over, she collapsed to the floor.
And that was enough to bring me back to full, throbbing erection. So I joined her on the rug, and I was soon fucking her strongly once more.
This time, when I came, it was as though her magical quim was sucking me dry. I filled it to the brim with everything I had in me.
We slept for a while, then I got dressed and went on home. Sandy said good-bye to me, one beautiful, pointed breast visible through the crack in the door. But that wasn't the only time we "worked late" together!
* * *
"Gee!" I responded, after Guy had told me that story. "Hearing about those times really expands my sexual horizons."
"I'm glad, Meredith," my older lover replied. "As you can see, I was a pretty insatiable fellow back then, and I still am." He paused. "Someone once said that in erotic stories, all males have to be satyrs and all females nymphomaniacs. But that's not telling you anything new."
"No, it isn't," I laughed, snuggling up to him. "I'm a nympho, guilty as charged. But anyone can be up for a lot of sex if they just maintain the mood for it."
"One more thing," Guy concluded. "As I described her, Sandy was a lot like you. And a great thing about staying active as you get older is that you keep meeting the same types, or even better. You'll find that, also."
Then, as if to demonstrate his continued potency, he got over me and made love to me once more. After that, whenever we got together, we made it, he told his sexy stories, and then we made it again.
It was fuck, and tell, and fuck!
* * *
Another time (Guy continued, on another night), my sexy secretary, Sandy, and I were working late again. Her desk was across from mine, and we were getting hot just from looking at each other. In fact, we were so hot that we knew we couldn't even wait until we got to her place or mine. But we couldn't actually fuck there at the office, because we weren't alone that night and somebody might walk in.
That was when some kinkiness took over. Giving me a sultry smile, Sandy suddenly unbuttoned her blouse, just far enough that she could close it quickly if she had to. Then, not having worn a bra that day, she flashed me with one, then both of her exciting, pointy breasts.
She went on to fondle them, looking straight into my eyes. It was as though she wanted me to pretend that her hands were mine, and I did. I felt as if I were actually touching those tits of hers.
By that time, my cock was rock-hard, pushing out my pants under my desk. And it didn't help matters when Sandy began licking her sensuous lips and making wanton eyes at me. What was she doing? I wondered. I knew we couldn't fuck there, so it seemed like a cruel tease.
Suddenly, I had it. With a smile, my partner put one hand in her lap, and nodded for me to put my hands in mine. She wanted us to jerk off together! What an inventive young woman she was. That was one thing we could do in the office without anybody being the wiser.
And we did it. Hidden by my desk, I unzipped my pants and freed my throbbing rod. Still meeting Sandy's eyes, I began to stroke my sensitive length.
Under her desk, the slender blonde did likewise with what must have been her wildly juicing pussy. I could picture her tugging her skirt up and her panties aside. With her other hand, she continued to caress her marvelous breasts.
Our eyes grew glazed over with happy lust, and our faces strained as we built higher and higher. We were going to go all the way, using each other as masturbatory models!
Then we came. It hadn't taken long, because we were both so primed from looking at each other before. A huge orgasm broke at the base of my member, then surged out along it and halfway up my spine. A moment after that, I let off a real gusher, giving the office clean-up crew something to wonder about later.
Sandy got herself off, too. Squeezing one breast hard, going rigid in her chair, closing her eyes, throwing her head back and gasping, she put herself in heaven. I could picture her juices rushing out onto her finger below her desk.
We caught our breath. I zipped my satisfied cock back in, and she rearranged her skirt and panties. We went back to work, without a word having been spoken between us before, during, or after that kinky experience.
But, since she'd initiated it, I realized what a not only sexy but also liberated young woman Sandy was. And the rest of that evening, our faces wore secret smiles.
* * *
That having been said, one night the office sex did get far more overt between us (Guy concluded). Again, Sandy and I got turned on from looking at each other.
But I think I was a little more desperate for fulfillment than she was, and being a smart partner, she picked up on it. Suddenly, she got up from her desk, walked sexily over, and crawled under mine!
It was a clich�, I knew, but some of the best clich�s can be thrillingly real. She was going to give me a blow job from under my desk! Sure enough, she unzipped my pants and let my ready cock spring into her mouth.
The whole thing was made more thrilling, too, by the fact that just then another employee walked in and started talking to me! I had to listen to him and keep a straight face while Sandy "talked" to me below.
It wasn't made any easier by the fact that she was giving me fantastic head. She took me deeply into her mouth, tonguing the underside of my shaft, pursing her lips and sucking strongly. My whole body responded, and I wanted to move around in my chair.
But I couldn't do such things as tense my gut, throw back my head, close my eyes and just enjoy. I had to play it cool. I even had to reply to what the other employee was saying to me, keeping my voice under control.
Still, the whole situation turned my dick on even more. It was huge and hard, achingly sensitive, as I received the blow job of my life. I felt myself building to a marvelous climax.
Even so, I could see the humor of the thing, and I was sure Sandy could, too. That was why she'd kept sucking me even when the other guy had come in. So I was a mass of conflicting emotions, wanting to sigh, laugh, and come all at once!
At last, the other employee left, and just then I made it. I was finally able to heave and shout. If anyone had still been within earshot, they might have thought I'd had a sudden inspiration in my work!
But my inspiration was all coming from Sandy's eager mouth. And, speaking of coming and earshot, the next thing that happened was a come shot-mine! I squirted volumes, all of which my sexy secretary took straight down her thirsty throat.
She crawled out from under my desk, licking her lips, and we finally let go. I zipped my cock back in and stood up, and we laughed and hugged uncontrollably. And when it was finally time to leave the office, we went to her place and did it right, all over the bed!
* * *
"Did you ever have a three-way, Guy?" I asked my older lover, as we relaxed in bed after another of our own fucks. It wasn't that I was thinking of one for him, myself, and, say, Adrienne, since I'd sort of pressed my lesbo roomie to the limit by getting her to fuck Charles with me. Nor did he know that I was bi, though he might have guessed.
Still, I was curious. Maybe he'd known some bi women through a three-way, and I could get off from hearing about them as well as him! Men were always telling me about three-and four-ways, anyhow.
"Well, yes, I did, Meredith," he replied, stroking my long blonde hair. "It happened long ago, before I was married, as all of what I've been telling you thus far did. And here's how it came about, if you'll excuse the pun."
It didn't take much urging to get Guy to tell his sexy stories!
* * *
One time (Guy recalled), I decided to spend my day off at a shopping mall. After I'd done some errands and bought a new suit, I went to the food court for lunch.
Before long, two young women sat down at the table next to mine. One was blonde and the other dark-haired, and they were very appealing and stylish in the print dresses they had on. I struck up a conversation, and they introduced themselves.
"I'm Sheila, and this is Susie," the dark one said with an open smile. "We work together at a clothing store, and we live together, too."
I was more attracted to Susie than to Sheila, but I couldn't very well just ask her out. So I did something daring, for me. I asked both of them to meet me after work for some dinner, figuring there was no harm in that. And they agreed.
As they walked away, their clean sexuality and their classy figures made my manhood rise. If, by some stroke of luck, I got to make it with both of them, it would be like doing it with two fashion models.
But there'd be one difference. Unlike models, I'd noticed that their otherwise slender bodies included heavy, well-developed breasts!
We had dinner at a nice restaurant, and one thing led to another. They must have gotten their pretty heads together in the interim, because they weren't slow to invite me back to their place. I still thought it might be just Susie who wanted me despite their closeness, and that Sheila might retire. But when they sat me down on the couch, I discovered just how close they were!
"Here, let me undress you, dear," the dark-haired beauty said to the blonde one. "So we can make love with this nice man."
"Yes, please," was the reply. "But I'll strip you at the same time, darling. Then we'll both be all naked and ready to go!"
It was so casual and so wildly exciting at the same time. I watched spellbound as they slowly and sensuously took off each other's dress. They kissed, caressed, and sighed, as my cock rose strongly at the sight. There was something about the way their sweet lips met, their eyelids fluttered, and their gentle hands stroked each other's silky hair and satiny flesh, that affected me deeply. It was my first real encounter with lesbian love, and I loved it, too.
They turned to me, still embracing, in only their underwear. In the lacy lingerie they had on, they really looked like models, given their slender arms, flat tummies, trim behinds, and long, classy legs. But there were also their round, D-cup breasts swelling out above!
"Do you like us?" Susie asked me.
"You've got to be kidding," I laughed. "Of course I do."
"Good," Sheila smiled. "Then we'll do some more!"
Facing me and moving like exotic dancers, they proceeded to get totally nude. They divested themselves of bras, panties, garter belts, and stockings, until they were standing shamelessly before me. Sheila's dark hair and bush, and Susie's blonde ones, provided marvelous variety. Their muffs were even shaved into neat lines, as I might have expected from their overall fastidiousness. They probably shaved each other's! And their bare breasts were just as big, round, and firm as I'd imagined.
Then they undressed me, oohing and ahhing over my upstanding cock, and we headed for the bedroom!
Pulling back the covers, Sheila and Susie got onto the mattress and went head to foot. As I watched in fascination, each fastened her mouth on the other's wet pink sex while eager hands grasped tight behinds and full breasts pressed flat tummies. Sighing and cooing, they sucked and tongued loudly as I marveled at their arching backs and their graceful limbs. I watched them bring each other to a poignant, quivering orgasm, then another. By that time, it was all I could do to keep from coming myself.
At last, they broke their clinch and turned to me. "We don't want you to feel left out," Susie purred.
"Oh, no," Sheila agreed. Moving to the edge of the bed, where I was standing, she took hold of my cock and kissed its tip.
"Ladies, you've already fulfilled my wildest fantasies," I replied. "It was a privilege to watch you. I almost feel like I'm an afterthought to your pleasure."
I paused. "But you're damn right. I want to-I have to get into your game!"
Then they lay back side by side, spreading their classy legs and showing me everything they had. I feasted my eyes on two cleanly beautiful openings, one light-furred and one dark. There were four perfectly round, upstanding breasts as well, each crowned with a cherry-like nipple. And two pretty mouths smiled invitingly, while two pairs of silky arms reached out for me. It was every man's dream!
And I made it real. I started with Susie, the one I'd wanted most, getting over her and deftly sliding my swollen rod right under her soft golden bush, deeply into her hot, tight channel. She moved sensitively under me, reaching up to stroke my shoulders, levering her hips in rhythm with my thrusts, meeting my eyes with a look of empathy and erotic concentration. I was also able to look down between us and see her ample breasts bobbing proudly.
"Oh, yes, Guy," Susie sighed. "Make love to me. Oh, yes!"
She came, softly but excitingly, her sex growing wetter around my probing rod and her smooth flesh quivering. She looked so dreamy and delicious during her orgasm that I could have eaten her all up. What a sweet, clean young woman, and how sweetly she fucked, too!
But I didn't get a chance to eat her in any way, shape, or form, because Sheila was begging for my attentions.
"Now me," the more openly sexy roommate said. "It's my turn!"
So I slid out of Susie, moved over on the bed, and repeated the process. Up under Sheila's dark bush went my ready rod. far into her slick, warm sleeve. She reacted in much the same way her friend had, but with more ardor. Where Susie had been sweet, Sheila was saucy! She rolled her brown eyes, licked her lips, and panted hungrily for what I was giving.
"Oh. Oh. Oh!" the lovely exclaimed, losing all restraint. She thrust her pelvis upward as if to suck my joy stick into her. "Oh, Guy. Oh!"
And when she, too, climaxed, it was with a shout of release, a virtual flood of love fluid around my plunging member, and a seizure of my body with her long, clutching limbs.
I had satisfied them both, but my energy was limitless. If there'd been a bevy of young wantons on the bed, I could have moved down the line from one to the next, all the way to infinity! That was how I felt. I was hard as granite and sensitive as a feather, yet I wasn't ready to come. That was what their lesbian display and my having two at the same time, for the first time, had done for me.
So, to her mild surprise, I moved back to blonde Susie. And, just when her twin-globed chest had stopped heaving and her sighs had subsided, I brought her to pleasure's door again. When I'd done that, I re-serviced dark Sheila, making her pant and gasp without still having come myself.
I moved back and forth, the bed becoming wet and my rod dripping with their expressions of love. Their smooth skin grew sweat-soaked, their sweet sexes swollen, and their eyes glazed with feminine lust as I gave them all they could want or need.
Those two pleasure seekers nearly went into hysterics with each new touch of my magic wand!
At last, they could do no more. "Oh, Guy, please come!" Sheila entreated. "I'm not complaining, but we are fucked out."
"Yes, Guy," Susie added, her sweet voice quavering. "We need your soothing sperm!"
But then a wonderful competition surfaced.
"Come in me!" Sheila coaxed.
"No. in me!" Susie argued.
"No, me!"
What a marvelous problem for a man to have to solve! And, being a fair man and in the spirit of the whole evening, I reached a fair solution.
As an orgasm that felt like the creation of the world wracked my cock and my entire body, I shot half my stuff into one of them, and half into the other.
And that was my day at the mall!
* * *
"Damn, Guy!" said I, Meredith, as I lay naked beside him. "You sure can tell it. Like they say, you're a poet and you don't know it. You've nearly blown my mind!"
My thighs were clammy, and my pussy was just oozing juice. His dick, too, was standing straight up from the effects of his own story.
"Well, maybe I got a bit carried away," he laughed. "Still, it was a defining experience of my life."
I gave him a good-natured poke. "'Defining experience,' hell," I replied. "You'd better get your 'defining experience' right into my hot little quim and give us both some relief!" I paused. "And you'd better not take as long as you did with those two fancy women to come."
He did, and he didn't. The minute he got over me and slipped me the goods, my pussy spasmed uncontrollably. My fingers and toes curled, my twenty-two-year-old body shook in waves, and my sharp tits quivered just as much as those four round hooters he'd described.
His fifty-plus-year-old form, not to mention his great big cock, put on a similarly quick performance. Suddenly, he was shooting great spurts, enough for three women, of what I wanted, too.
Yes, I'd found a live one in Guy. And that wasn't the end of his sexy memoirs. As he'd gotten older, freer, and more experienced, it had only gotten better!
Chapter Seven
Guy, part two. Soon after what he'd told me, he'd gotten married. But that hadn't ended his libidinous life. You see, he and his wife had become swingers!
* * *
Marie and John, my wife Lois and me (silver-haired Guy recalled, during another of our fuck-and-tell sessions). You've heard about a three-way, but how about two couples, Meredith?
Anyway, the four of us had been close ever since we'd worked together at the same office, and now we were living in the same apartment building. Our likes and dislikes were similar, and Marie and Lois were both curly-haired blondes. We'd exchanged keys, and we went in and out of each others' place as if we were a foursome, not two couples. Once or twice, John and I had even walked in on the other's naked wife. And because we shared so much, it was only natural for us to share our fucking, too!
The first time it happened was at my place. We were sitting around listening to music after dinner, and Marie and Lois got up and started dancing. Their well-built bodies moved wildly to the rock beat, their breasts and buns jiggling in the short dresses they were wearing.
John and I joined them, and soon we were all doing more than dancing! When a slow number came on, I held Lois close, cupping her firm ass in my hands and pressing my hardening cock onto her sexy mound. She had her arms around my neck and her breasts pressed against my chest, and she was moving on me below. I glanced over and saw that John was holding Marie the same way, their bodies grinding sensuously together.
Then John slowly lifted Marie's skirt. She wasn't wearing panties, so his hands were now touching bare flesh. I could even see her yellow-furred pussy peeping out between the two of them. I soon did the same with Lois, and the sexual ice had been broken.
After that, we changed partners! And, since the two women had already been bottomless, it only seemed natural for them to be that way now. Suddenly, I was grasping John's wife's ass, and he was holding my wife's, with the utmost familiarity.
We changed partners again. Marie reached for her husband's fly and freed his hard cock into her waiting hand. He walked her over to the sofa, eased her back onto it, and began to fuck her. It was so casual that it seemed perfectly in place.
Marie's eyes closed and her smooth thighs quivered as she took John's slippery rod. He stripped off her dress, and her braless breasts stood up shamelessly, their areolae puckered and their red nipples erect. She lifted her legs onto his shoulders as he thrust into her in long, slow strokes.
Then they looked over at Lois and me as if to say, "Join the party!" We didn't need much urging to make it a four-person orgy, since we'd been watching spellbound as they fucked. I shucked my wife's dress off over her blonde head, making her naked, too. She danced around a little more, writhing wantonly and inspiring our friends to fuck faster. All of our inhibitions had evaporated now, and it felt great.
I reeled Lois in, took out my hard dick, and pulled her over to a chair. When I sat down, she practically leaped onto my upstanding rod, sliding her hot, wet pussy down onto it. Facing me, she rode like crazy, turning me on even more. And I knew, from where they were lying, that John and Marie could see her smooth back arching and my cock sliding in her cleft.
Then, by unspoken agreement, our two couples switched again. We'd had a mixed intimate dance, but now we were going to have a far more important thing, a mixed fuck! John got off his wife and Lois got off me, and we all met in the middle of the floor. John and I took the opportunity to strip down, too, so that we were all naked and natural.
He led my wife over to the sofa, where he laid her right down and started fucking her strongly. She didn't resist one bit, and for a moment I was jealous. It was as if she didn't care whose cock was in her. She spread her legs and gave him full access to her quim as her naked breasts bobbed with the rhythm of his thrusts.
But my jealousy was short-lived. Marie, seeing her husband fucking another woman, looked a little unhappy, too. However, she soon shrugged and took me by the hand. Pulling me down onto the thick carpet, she smilingly spread her legs for me. Soon my cock was in her strange and delightful pussy, plunging away.
The step had been taken. We had switched, and were swinging! Our couples were interchangeable. And it felt just fine.
Now all four of us were going at it passionately, often in time with the rock music that was still playing. We kept watching each other, too, which added to our arousal. We'd been close friends, but we'd never fucked together. Now we were fucking friends, indeed!
Soon, Lois came. I looked over and saw my wife's face straining as she concentrated on her orgasm. Her hips bucked wildly, her breasts shook, and she beat her hands on the sofa. It was much the way she acted with me, but now it was with another man!
Underneath me on the floor, that man's wife was involved in a huge rush of her own. It started in her quim, but then it spread down her tensing thighs and up her hardening tummy. Her juices flooded out around my rod as she lost herself in it. She closed her eyes, rolled her blonde head around, and even tugged at her nipples with her fingers as she made it.
But John and I hadn't come yet. It was as if we'd sneakily decided to prolong our little orgy! After getting up and consulting for a moment, we asked our wives to kneel facing the sofa, with their sexy upper bodies on it and their breasts pressing the cushions. All jealousy was gone now, and we were just two, or four, randy rascals out for more good times for all.
John knelt behind his wife, and I behind mine. We grasped their curvy hips and plunged our hard cocks into their sticky snatches once again. True to form, though, we went on to switch back and forth. After awhile, I had trouble remembering whether I was fucking Lois or Marie, and I was sure they'd also lost track of whose dick was in them! We were such good friends, and now even our organs were interchangeable.
We fucked and switched, fucked and switched, in time with the music and the exciting sound of flesh slapping on naked flesh. The two women held hands and smiled at each other as they took cock to their hearts' content. Even John and I exchanged grins as we gave those two hungry married women what they wanted.
Soon they came again, squealing happily. We men fucked faster, this time putting ourselves over the top, too. As it turned out, John did spurt into his wife and I into mine. But it could just as easily have been the other way.
Then the four of us got wearily to our feet and exchanged hugs over what we had shared. We showered, put on soft robes, and sat in the living room talking about what we'd just done. We felt closer than ever, of course.
And there wasn't a shred of guilt. After all, we'd made each other happy, and what else were friends for?
* * *
My marriage has endured (Guy went on) precisely because Lois and I have made it an open marriage. But, sadly, Marie and John had other problems and they got divorced. However, my wife and I kept contact with them even after they left the apartment building. And that led to more wild encounters!
As Lois told it to me, since we had no secrets from each other, John came by one Saturday morning when I was out. He was depressed about the divorce, and he wanted to talk it over. In my absence, my wife gave him a cup of coffee and tried to console him. When he actually started to cry, she gave him a hug.
Because they'd already had sex together, that led to a lot more. Lois was wearing a bathrobe, and John's hand drifted inside it. He cupped her full, warm breast, and she didn't pull away. He moved lower, over her smooth tummy, and fastened on her hot, furry sex.
In turn, her hand reached for his crotch and massaged his engorging cock. She tugged down his zipper and freed his manhood. She began to pant hungrily and to get all wet between her thighs.
John lifted my wife up onto the kitchen table, her robe parting above and below the belt. After an appreciative look at her full breasts and her yellow bush, he took his cock in his hand and started it into her. When it grazed her clit, she shuddered with forbidden delight. And when it slid all the way in, she gasped with rising lust!
Lois got very hot, panting in rhythm with his thrusts. She ran her hands over his back and urged him on. Her breasts shook and her rear tensed on the table as he stood fucking her. He nuzzled her cheek and her hair, inhaling her perfume.
Then she came, holding onto him for dear life. But before he came, too, she motioned him out of her. Seeing his hard, slick, throbbing cock, she really got carried away.
In short, my wife slid off the table, went to her knees and started blowing my best friend! She licked his cock from its base to its tip, looking wantonly up at him. She circled its tip with her tongue, and her drool came away from it in a long strand, mixed with his precum. She licked his cock's pulsing vein and under its swollen head. She got its head in her mouth and sucked strongly. Then she took its shaft as deep as she could, nodding her head as she worked it.
Yes, Lois went into that much detail when she told it to me! And I guess she figured that if anything would take John's mind off the divorce, that would. At the very least, it would get his attention!
Anyway, after a short while, she felt him coming. His cock jerked and pumped, and the first hot jets of semen shot into her mouth. Before she could think twice, she swallowed all of his stuff. It was safe to do that then.
He zipped his cock back in and helped her to her feet. She licked the last traces of come off her lips, and got her hot breasts and satisfied pussy back into her robe. They sat down and finished their coffee as if nothing had happened. But, needless to say, he felt a whole lot better, and he thanked her profusely. Nor was she exactly unhappy about that surprise encounter with another man.
And why wasn't I jealous at all when my wife told me about it?
It was because I had a confession of my own to make. I'd been out that Saturday morning. And where had I been? Well, I'd gone over to help John's ex-wife, Marie, move some furniture into her new place. And one thing had led to another there, and I'd fucked her!
* * *
Marie moved out of the picture (Guy went on). But John, sexy devil that he was, wasn't so easy to get rid of. On another fine Saturday morning, Lois was just getting out of the shower when the doorbell rang. She wrapped a towel around her well-built, dripping body and answered it.
Again, I was out, and it was John. And again, they went into each other's arms.
My wife sat our friend down on the sofa, but this time she didn't get him a cup of coffee. In a word, she wanted his cream in her coffee! Bowing to the inevitable, she let her towel drop to the floor. He smiled when he saw her heavy breasts, hourglass middle, curving hips and rear, and soggy yellow bush. Then she knelt down in front of him and freed his already hard cock. She looked up at him, took him in her mouth and started to give him head.
But I didn't have to rely on her later confession for the rest of the story, not this time. That was because, just then, I walked in!
John recoiled in shock, and Lois disgorged his tool and hung her head. And I must admit I was pretty mad. It was one thing to have seen him fuck my wife when I was laying his, or to hear her tell about their later affair.
But, being such good friends, we unspokenly arrived at a solution to the tense situation that existed now. In short, Lois got on her hands and knees on the carpet, I took my cock out, too, and John and I knelt on either end of her. She began sucking him again while I slid my dong into her pussy from behind. The only cure for the tension was for her to release it by fucking us both! Nor did she really mind.
I got into a strong rhythm in her hot channel, which was already primed from her thrill of blowing John. That made her body rock, pushing her mouth onto his rod in front. Her hanging breasts swung, her smooth back arched, and her belly and thighs grew tense with excitement. Having two men at once may have been her secret dream. And having a cock in her as she gave head must have been a not too secret one!
We went on like that for a long time. Lois's head bobbed as she did John to perfection. He stroked her blonde hair and reached underneath to play with her hard-nippled tits. On her other end, I massaged her firm ass and held her trim waist as I lunged into her juicy quim. It was as though the three of us were just one erotic being.
Then we came, in a series of sharp, grinding orgasms. My wife went first, squirming around like crazy, further exciting us, her male partners in lust. I followed, pumping furiously, filling her with bolts of my hot seed. Finally, our friend let go, shooting his come between her lips.
Afterward, we decided that there wouldn't be a repeat performance, since the whole thing had been just too intense. But whenever John's name came up later, Lois understandably smiled!
* * *
John moved out of the picture, too (Guy continued). By that time, though, Lois and I were confirmed swingers. For a while, we answered ads from other couples, which led to some very interesting experiences. But one night, a slight misunderstanding led to the most fascinating encounter of all.
The other couple had been advertised as Billy and Jean. However, when they showed up at our place after dinner, both turned out to be women! Billy was dark-haired and full-figured, and Jean was small and blonde.
I apologized, saying that we'd assumed Billy was a man's name. They apologized in turn, saying that they should have made things clearer. In short, they were a lesbian couple who wanted to swing with a like one, and it didn't look like we had any future together.
But, as we all looked each other over, we began to think that the swinging evening might not be lost after all. And that was when I discovered that my wife also had some lesbian leanings!
Lois walked over to Billy, and, as I watched with surprise, gave her a kiss on the cheek. She followed by kissing her mouth and stroking her dark hair. Finally, to my amazement, she cupped one of Billy's weighty breasts in her hand and ran the other over her ample bottom.
In turn. Jean began to caress Lois. Coming up behind her, she pressed her petite body against her back, reached around, and held her breasts. She moved one hand down and groped at Lois's crotch, too.
Then the three women stripped down. Lois's creamy skin, full breasts, curvy rear, and curly yellow muff looked good to me as always. Billy had a really voluptuous, tanned body with melon-like breasts, big brown nipples, a gorgeous behind, and a lush black blanket of pubic fur. And Jean was pale-skinned and delicate, with sharp little tits and an excitingly shaved pussy.
If I'd been in the same room with one or two nude women, then three was a whole new world! I stripped down, too, my cock springing strongly upward. I'd seen a lesbian show already, with Sheila and Susie, so I was prepared for what they surely were going to do. I only wanted to make certain that I'd eventually get mine, and when they assured me I would, I followed their hot act to the bedroom.
Billy and Jean went to work on their new swinging partner, my wife, who stood there quivering with delight. One knelt in front of her and the other behind, their tongues suddenly probing for her pussy from either end' I almost went crazy when Billy opened Lois to the pink and stuck her hard tongue up her love hole. And I saw that Jean was tonguing her ass!
The three of them proceeded to switch off, one of them standing and the others eating her and running their hands over her straining ass and thighs. It was the first time I'd seen my wife eat another woman, and it was an amazing experience. That hadn't even happened with her and Marie. She took right to it, though, and I felt sure she'd try it again.
Then the three swinging woman really went wild. They got on the bed, arranged their sexy bodies in a circle on their sides, and went into a tantalizing, round-robin lesbian fuck! Jean buried her face in my wife's crotch and stuck her hard little tongue way up her dripping snatch. Lois burrowed her mouth into Billy's generous, dark-furred quim, tonguing her clit and lapping up her juices. And Billy ate Jean's cute, shaved pussy in a long-practiced way.
Waves of utmost pleasure spread through their naked female flesh as they lost themselves in that sapphic encounter. Their tits shifted sexily, their-butts wiggled, and they let out deep, happy moans. Before long, they came, in one shuddering mass.
Then they separated their come-soaked mouths from each other's privates, after which they signaled to me that it was my turn. But I'd had no idea what kind of turn it would be!
To my disbelieving but intensely hungry eyes, the women arranged themselves in a tantalizing row on the bed. It was how it had been with Sheila and Susie, but now there were three of them!
And where I'd fucked those two classy ladies, now I was supposed to eat!
They sat up against the headboard, spreading their legs and stroking the insides of their satiny thighs, as I lay down and did them right. Moving from one to the other, I ate out their sopping wet sexes, licking and slurping and diddling their joy buttons with my tongue. They each had their own distinct and exotic flavor, which I savored thirstily.
I'd given head before, but I'd never tasted so much warm female juice at one time. It was like a taste test. I was indeed becoming a connoisseur of cooze!
At last, they let me fuck them, even the lesbian pair. Stripping down and grabbing condoms from the bedside table, I rolled one onto my throbbing cock. It was long, thick, and very hard from all that had happened already, aching for release. But I had to pace myself if I was to service all three.
They slid farther down on the bed, and I thrust into Billy's pussy first. Her brown eyes locked wantonly onto mine as I laid her until she came. Her big, tanned body felt wonderful under me, her breasts rolling around and her ample ass shifting on the mattress. Her large, sloppy quim was a delight.
I moved on to petite Jean, whose shaved sex was marvelously tight by contrast. Like many small women, she was highly excitable, and she wiggled so much that I had trouble staying in her. My slippery rod felt fantastic as it slid in her sleeve, finally bringing her to a squealing, piercing orgasm. Her wild action almost made me let loose myself, but I knew I had to save some for my wife if I was going to have any peace at home!
Primed as I was, I now plunged into Lois with a passion that made her gasp. My hips levered my raging tool into her as I fucked with absolute zeal. Her tits shook so wildly that they almost became a blur. While she tried to keep up with me, she couldn't move fast enough, so she just abandoned herself to my frantic rhythm. She threw back her head and let out great moans. At last, her naked flesh shook uncontrollably as she shouted out her climax. Billy and Jean watched intently as I showed them just how strong married sex could be.
Finally, I was able to come, too. But it wasn't inside any of the three swinging women. My wife motioned for me to pull out of her, after which she and the two others stroked my rampant cock to a finish. Six busy hands were on me at one time or another, until I shot fountains of white stuff high into the air!
* * *
"Wow, Guy!" I enthused, when he'd finished that set of stories. "I especially liked the part where you ate their pussies. Will you eat mine sometime? Then you can compare the taste. I've been told I'm delicious down there. And I've tasted it myself on my fingers."
"How about tonight?" he asked, licking his lips slyly. "Your wish is my command, Meredith."
I didn't tell my older lover how much his telling about the lesbian couple had reminded me of Adrienne, myself, and Charles and his wife Nancy. After all, he still didn't know I was bi, and he probably never would for sure. That could remain my secret as I concentrated on hetero with him.
"But speaking of giving head, Meredith," Guy went on, "I've figured out what I'll do when I'm too old to get it up anymore."
"Judging by your cock and your appetite, I don't think that will ever happen," I purred. "But what?"
He smiled. "Well, I'll just eat and eat and eat! And that should still get me all the women, even young ones, that I can handle."
"Hey, that's a great idea," I observed. "You're right!"
Then he did eat my pussy, and I discovered just how flat-out good he was. Through more than one quivering, juicing, legs-clamped-on-his-gray-head orgasm I discovered it! He told me, too, that I was the best he'd ever tasted.
After that, he told me about another time when he did just eat and eat and eat.
* * *
Kristin was a younger woman I met just last year in the park (Guy began what turned out to be his last story). She was thirty, divorced, and had long red hair and a fine, slender body. She seemed to like my experience and sophistication, as I hope you do, Meredith. She also liked my married but swinging lifestyle.
We became friends, and one afternoon, when my wife was out, I invited Kristin back to the house where I live now. Soon, we were in the bedroom and in each other's arms, about to take our friendship all the way.
But damn if I didn't have a little problem that day. I'd been working pretty hard at my job, and the usual monster in my pants just wasn't there. I had to keep the ball rolling, though.
So I eased Kristin back on the bed and pulled the slacks and panties she was wearing down off her long, sexy legs. Her smooth white skin, firm round rear, and especially her pink, red-furred seam made my fifty-plus heart glad. And she looked very kinky being bottomless in just a sweater.
Then I dove between her thighs, nuzzling her humid muff, kissing her labes and separating them with my tongue. She was creaming freely, and I lapped up her tasty juices. I ran my tongue all around her tender folds, then plunged it up her hot channel.
She started to sigh and moan, moving her sexy body around on the mattress. Reaching down, she ran her fingers through my hair. I grasped her springy ass while I ate her, and she bucked her beautiful mound up at my mouth. I slid my tongue out of her and went to work on her hard little clit. I knew that women got a charge out of that, often finding tongue-work just as good as a thrusting cock. That was my ace in the hole, so to speak! I'd become an expert at it, and I did her well, bringing her up and down and up again until she was thrashing around in ecstasy.
Hell, I was a nice guy. Even if I couldn't come, I was determined to see that she did!
As I looked up at her, Kristin closed her eyes, clenched her teeth, and squeezed her sweater-clad breasts. I licked her faster and faster, making the tip of my tongue a blur as I flicked it over her button. Suddenly, she came! She grasped my head and pulled my mouth hard to her quim, also hugging my head with her thighs. Her juice flooded out now, and I lapped it up thirstily. She quivered and screamed as she came and came and came!
When she was done, I moved up alongside her and took off her sweater and bra. Her high, round breasts looked marvelous, her areolae puckered and her pink nipples hard. Being a redhead, she had an exotic dusting of freckles, too. All of her smooth, white, thirty-year-old flesh looked great to me. And her pussy had been as clean and delicious as could be.
I really wanted to fuck her, and she was urging me to do so. Then it happened. I felt my cock finally respond! In a moment, I had my normal, strong hard-on.
Kristin sensed it. But, still ignorant of why it had been, she decided to do me the way I'd done her. And that was just as good!
She moved down on the bed, her fingers going to my fly. My throbbing rod sprang out into her hands, almost hitting her in the face. She gasped happily when she saw it, and her naked body shuddered.
Just the sight of a hunk of man meat got her all excited again. In the position she was in, I could see her red-furred slit between her legs juicing madly. I reached down and fingered her as she started to blow me.
Kristin opened her pretty mouth and took me in. Her green eyes looked intently up at me as she engulfed my switched-on member. She really knew how to do it, too. As she moved in a wonderful rhythm, her red hair tented over my lap and teased my balls. I felt the hot inside of her mouth, down to her throat, and her busy tongue on the underside of my sensitive shaft. I stroked her arching back and played with her fine, firm breasts while she did me.
Soon, I was at the peak, ready for a sensational release. My whole body stiffened, and I squeezed Kristin's breasts as I felt the sexual power surge through me. She let my cock out of her mouth and licked rapidly along it when she sensed I was about to come. She also pressed her fingers at its base.
Then I was jetting long white ribbons into the air before her appreciative eyes. She controlled them with her fingers, and caught a couple of them in her other hand. She stroked my pumping length and milked me until there wasn't any more.
Finally, almost as an afterthought, that sexy redhead smeared my own stuff all over my cock and balls!
Kristin and I never did fuck (Guy concluded), and my prick never even came close to entering her pussy. The oral action we'd enjoyed was good enough for us!
* * *
Like I said, that was the last of Guy's sexy stories. But what a fitting climax, if you'll excuse the pun, it was! He was a swinger and I was a confirmed nympho, and we soon moved on.
But I think, if I remember my lit courses right, that he could have been another Chaucer or Rabelais. He told it like it was, pure, clean, and simple, and if anyone had a problem with that, then they had a problem with life. And if they had a problem with fucking, well, that was just too bad for them!
At any rate, he'd been a great older man, just the way I like them. I'd miss our fuck and tell sessions! But now it was back to me, Meredith. And do you know what I missed, and what I set out to find?
You guessed it. I was hot for some more lezzie action. And it didn't take me long to get it!
Chapter Eight
During my time with Joe, Fred, and especially Guy, I'd been neglecting my lesbian roommate, dark-haired Adrienne. We'd scarcely met in the garden apartment we shared, except to exchange morning greetings on the way to our jobs. But I was determined to fix that. So one night, I stopped in the nude bar where she worked part-time.
Adrienne just happened to be on stage, bumping and grinding to the hard rock music in the red light. She had the male patrons in a trance as they sipped their beer, giving them what they wanted.
And there were two things about my sexy roomie, I noticed as I grabbed a bar stool and watched for myself. One was her athleticism as she danced energetically, really putting herself into it instead of only going through the motions. She moved every muscle in her tall, lean body, shaking her really great tits and rotating her gorgeous butt. She was femme in motion, and I loved every minute of it, every inch of her, down to her neatly kept bush. There was even a pole on stage, and she leaped onto it, humped it, twirled around on it, and slid down it upside-down.
But the other thing was pure, kinky Adrienne. She was shamelessly naked ... except for a black hat and a pair of hiking boots!
The number ended, and she came down and sat beside me. "Hi, Meredith," she puffed. "Damn, my pussy's itching!" She even reached down and fingered it. "But it's not for these guys. It's for you, dear. It's for you!"
"My sentiments exactly." I responded, stroking her silky back. "It's been too long. When you get off, we'll go home and get it on!"
We did, too. Once we were alone together, we immediately stripped naked. It was good to see each other's body again and to know we were going to fuck. We kissed deeply, stroking each other's long hair, hers dark and mine blonde. We stood breast to breast, nipple to nipple, and muff to soft muff, luxuriating in woman to woman sensation. If it had been good to look, it was even better to touch!
"Mmm, that's nice," I purred, getting all wet between my thighs.
"That's more than nice," Adrienne laughed hoarsely. "That's raunchy!"
But before we fucked, she put on an extra little show for me. Going to her jewelry box, she came back with a handful of things. She put on big gold earrings and a fourteen-carat chain that hung down between her bare boobs. She added matching bracelets and a mesh belt around her trim waist.
Then she asked me to turn my back. I'd noticed that she was still holding a string of gold beads, and when she had me turn around again, I asked her what had become of it.
"Guess, Meredith," my kinky roomie laughed.
"Oh, you can't mean that," I gasped with delight.
"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed. Then she reached down and pulled the string, bead by sticky bead, out of her dark-furred quim!
That did it. Even though Adrienne was usually the aggressor in our lesbo sessions, I was on her in a minute, pushing her back onto the bed. I came up between her silky thighs, sticking out my pink tongue and going right for her pink! Burying my nose in her sweet muff and opening her labes with my fingers, I began licking and slurping. I looked passionately up at her, along her lean, tensing body and past her upright breasts, before moving to her clit.
"Mmm, yummy!" I went, wantonly licking my lips.
"Oh, yeah!" she replied. "Eat me out, lover. Eat me good!"
I did just that. Stroking her flat belly to turn her on even more, using my mouth the best way I knew how, I took her straight to lesbo heaven. As she writhed in ecstasy and pushed her pussy up at my face, I tickled her joy button, probed inside her with my tongue, and lapped up her honey.
Soon, I had her coming. Her legs had moved up onto my shoulders, and she began kicking my bare back in her excitement. I could actually feel her sex spasm against my lips as she put out a torrent of hot, slick juice.
After that, I just had to have some relief for my own aching snatch. So I moved up along her supine form, sliding my crotch hard on her leg. I started humping her wildly, levering my hips and setting my sweet ass quivering. I got her thigh all wet with my stuff as I frantically built myself to an orgasm. I sucked at her nipples, kissed her passionately and stuck my tongue in her mouth. I loved men, too, but there was no one as avid as me when I was really into a woman!
"Oh. Oh. Oh, wow!" I gushed, as my climax suddenly surged through my shuddering self in full force. I went absolutely rigid with joy, then relaxed into absolute peace. "Oh, girl, I love you. Oh, yes, I do!"
"Damn!" my roomie laughed when we finally lay panting in each other's arms. "You really did need some lezzie loving, didn't you? I guess I've taught you well. When you get a chance to call the shots, you're a wild woman for sure!"
I had to admit that I was. And, during the next few weeks, I proved it. I extended my lust to other women, as I had with that jogger, Liz. I temporarily became Meredith, predatory lez!
* * *
I met Lisette, nineteen, when the two of us were waiting for a city bus. Her body, in a dark blue sweatshirt and light blue jeans, was thin but well-proportioned. Feathery blonde hair framed her pretty face, her darker brows and her blue eyes.
We kept sneaking looks at each other, pretending to watch for the bus. But after twenty minutes, it still hadn't arrived.
"Would you like to share a cab?" I asked her, introducing myself.
"Okay," Lisette replied, meeting my eyes.
"Mind if we stop off at your place?" I pursued, in the taxi.
She met my eyes again. "No, I wouldn't mind that at all."
We both knew what was going to happen, and it did. In Lisette's apartment, in an older building uptown, we had a drink, then we calmly walked to the bedroom.
She raised her arms invitingly, and I helped her off with her sweatshirt. In a brief white bra, her breasts were small but nice. I unhooked the front clasp and exposed them.
Her pink nipples were hard and her areolae puckered with excitement. They were very tempting, especially on her modest breasts. I licked and sucked at them while she stroked my head and sighed. She was ready for woman to woman sex, and it thrilled me. I had chosen well!
I worked her jeans down over her slim hips. Her skin was smooth and white, and her rear was round and firm. She was wearing small white panties, which I stripped off, too.
I stood back to look at her. She smiled and did a little turn, showing her body off for me. I saw that she had the tiniest patch of downy yellow hair between her legs.
I may have surprised Lisette when I took the appliance out of my handbag. But somehow I'd determined to use the dildo with the women I met during this phase. I even carried it around with me in case I met someone! Call me wanton or a lover, but that was how it was.
However, she was game. I undressed, too, and her eyes widened with lust when she saw my sexy body. I explored her humid sex with my hand, thrilling when my fingers touched her hot, wet slit. She shuddered with pleasure, and even helped me strap the rubber phallus on.
Arranging her thin body beautifully on the bed, she spread her legs for me. I lowered myself over her and inserted the dildo in one smooth motion. She gasped as she took it deeply. I got into a slow, sensuous rhythm, moving like a woman despite using that big male thing.
Lisette also fucked sensitively, moving her slim hips to meet me. Her small breasts stood up, her hard nipples touching mine. With her fine hands, she stroked my back and grasped my supporting arms. A little shock went through her smooth white flesh from time to time.
I hardly knew when she came, since she didn't make a sound. But her face assumed a beautiful expression, with her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. She tensed her flat tummy and moved her hips a bit more, pleasing herself just as much as she wanted.
Then I came, too, pushing against the near end of the dildo, letting myself go in an equally quiet release. Our whole encounter had been surprisingly quiet, considering the kinky way we'd accomplished it.
But if I thought that Lisette was a shrinking violet, I should have waited for our next time!
Deep in lesbian lust for her, I returned to her place the next afternoon. Again, she let me undress her, shyly and passively. I was glad to touch her slim body and to see her small breasts and downy yellow bush once more. I got naked, too.
When I knelt down and mouthed her downy pussy, though, she suddenly went wild! Maybe she'd been thinking of me ever since the day before, and her heat had slowly built to fever pitch.
"Oh, yes!" she shrieked, shuddering all over. Her legs trembled, and she thrust her sex at my lips. "Oh, Meredith. Give me your tongue. Your tongue!"
I eased her back on the bed and gave her what she wanted. Opening her wet pink slit, I licked deep inside. She grabbed my long blonde hair and held on tightly, even pulling it. Her round rear wiggled and her tummy hardened with arousal. She clamped her thin thighs on my head, holding my mouth to her privates.
I didn't even have a chance to use much technique. "Oh. Oh, yes!" Lisette squealed, scarcely a minute later. "Oh, I came. Oh. Ahhh!"
But then she kept on fucking, and she did it in ways I wouldn't have imagined. Watch out for the quiet ones, as the old saying goes!
First, she had us switch positions and she gave me some head of her own. Her small mouth worked avidly, bringing me almost to the peak but letting me down just before I came. Her little pink tongue darted into me, and her lips were formed perfectly to my labia, sucking happily away.
"Do you like that, Meredith?" she asked, taking a break to look innocently up at me. "Do you?"
"Oh, babe," I purred, gazing down at her between my legs. "Do I!"
She ate me a little more. But then she got up and strapped on the dildo I'd brought along. Instead of giving it to me face to face, though, she had me turn over and get on all fours. She knelt behind me and pushed the thing right into my juicing quim!
"Ungh. Ungh!" I grunted involuntarily as the big pink thing took its effect on me. Here I was supposed to be the dominant one, and I was getting fucked out by a thin nineteen-year-old! My thighs tensed, my butt rippled, my sleek back arched, and my long blonde hair hung down and swung wildly. This little gal was almost better than Adrienne!
I did come then, shuddering and screaming. Lisette had used the dildo well, holding onto my waist and lunging strongly. But now she wanted even more for herself. So she undid the straps and had me put the thing on instead.
However, she didn't let me fuck her. Having me lie back again, she threw one slender thigh over my lap, and lowered her downy hole onto that great big maypole! She did it fast, too. We both gasped as she took eight inches of rubber right up into her.
Then she rode, and it was incredible to watch her. Her pussy moved up and down at breakneck speed while her whole body twisted and turned. Her little breasts jiggled in a wonderful way. She waved her thin arms around like a frenzied sex dancer. She ran her fingers through her feathery blonde hair, then pulled at it as she had mine. And her face was a wonderful blend of innocence and absolute lust.
"Oh, yeah!" she squealed. "Oh, I'm riding like a crazy cowgirl. I'm fucking a prick-woman. Yeah!"
Lisette came, I don't know how many times. And, watching a performance like hers, I couldn't hold off for long. Again, jamming my mound against the base of the dildo, I went off like a cannon.
My orgasm was so heavy and throbbing that it felt like a man's must, I thought. I almost wished I could make the fake dick spurt and give my partner's little pussy some nice hot stuff!
She eased herself up and off, which took a deliciously long time. Then she lay back beside me.
"We had fun, didn't we, Meredith?" she cooed.
"Oh, yes," I sighed, cradling her head. "I'm glad that bus never came."
I paused, recalling how Adrienne had initiated me into many of the joys of lesbian sex.
"Yesterday and today were your first times with a dildo, weren't they?" I asked the thin blonde. "Though you didn't let on."
Lisette smiled. "They were my first times with a woman, period!" she declared.
Would wonders never cease!
* * *
Soon, I found another passive woman, Amber. She was as dark as Lisette had been blonde, and as stacked as the latter had been thin.
I first saw Amber crossing a city street, and from that time on I was determined to make her mine. She was wearing a blue angora sweater that accentuated her round breasts, and a black skirt that did the same for her curvaceous rear and thighs. Her unconsciously sexy walk also led me on, not to mention her wide, dreamy eyes and her clean, smooth complexion. All in all, her healthy young body touched my heart and, at the same time, drove me mad with desire.
I pursued her and convinced her to have sex with me, even though this one truly had never been with a woman before. The first time we made love together, I couldn't believe how lucky I was. Getting into a standing embrace, I brushed her expressive lips with mine as her long eyelashes gave me butterfly kisses. I nuzzled her graceful neck and felt her soft breath in my ear.
Gently unzipping the dress she was wearing that time, I slipped it off her soft shoulders, baring her faultless body to the waist. She wasn't wearing a bra, so there was nothing to break her exciting contours as I went on to caress her. Her chest rose passionately, and my first sight of her naked breasts was almost more than I could stand.
Amber didn't need a bra. Her breasts were the most perfectly round ones that I'd ever seen, like delicious apples with her hard nipples like ripe cherries. She didn't even need to lie back to make them rise to full roundness. I even asked her if she'd had implants, but she said not. They were breasts that would make any man or woman believe in the perfection of creation!
And there was more. I eased her dress down over her hips, following the hourglass curves of her waist and rear with my eager hands. She made a beautiful picture, standing there with her fresh face uplifted, her red lips parted, and her eyes closed in passion. Now she was nude except for tiny white panties, and I slipped those off, too.
If Amber had striking breasts, then her muff was just as much so! I'd never seen such thick, extensive, yet cottony soft pubic hair, and I thought I never would again. She'd grown a bumper crop! My eyes showed my delight as I stroked her marvelous thatch and reached below it to run my finger along her hot, wet seam.
Now I was all ready to make love to that luscious brunette, but just then she balked a bit. After all, it was her first time with someone of the same sex. So I thought I'd let her do some of the foreplay to put her at ease.
"You undress me," I told her.
Shyly, she reached behind my back and unzipped my dress, letting her hands wander over my naked back. I put my arms around her neck and kissed her again deeply. Then she unhooked my bra and pulled it and my dress off my shoulders, baring me to the waist. She gazed happily at my pointed breasts, as if pleased to be so intimate with them.
"Kiss them," I said.
Amber did, lifting them in her hands and sucking my nipples to hardness. Then she slowly pushed down my dress and my panties, revealing my blonde bush and my firm buns. Again, she looked pleased.
"You may kiss my pussy, too!" I laughed, and she knelt down and did so. Now the ice was really broken, and she was ready to go thrillingly lesbian with me.
She lay back on the bed, her dark hair fanning out, and I got over her. Somehow it was softer and more romantic with Amber than it had been with Lisette, so there was no question of using the dildo with her. I laid my bare body full-length on hers as she gave a little quiver of shock and delight. As I began pressing her warm sex rhythmically with mine, she made sharp intakes of breath followed by long, soft sighs.
She was a grown woman, yet she was innocent of woman to woman love, and the combination was wildly intriguing. The feel of her warm, silky flesh on mine was indescribably sweet, and our genitals went on to become glued together with our juices.
Then, growing bolder, my new partner tensed her shoulders and arms and began stroking my back, making electric tingles shoot through me. Spreading her legs, she seized my hips and pulled my pussy even more tightly to hers. Her thickly furred mound pressed mine more urgently, and her large breasts stood up in their perfect, shimmering roundness.
As we made love, it had been as though we were climbing a long, gently rising stairway through a vast marble hall, toward a big window with a view of the heavens at the top. Suddenly, we were through that window as Amber climaxed long and deeply, with a marvelous motion to her whole voluptuous body and a series of heaving sighs. I could actually feel her orgasm begin between her clutching legs and spread throughout her quivering form in fantastic waves.
In the next moment, I was carried along, as if on the swell of an ancient, feminine sea. With this woman, I felt more like a woman than ever before. Life seemed a simple game in which you could always be a winner if you only let yourself go in sex. I poured my heart out to my partner along with my warm, rushing juices.
That certainly wasn't the only time I made it with Amber. One evening, when Adrienne was out, we were sitting around my apartment when she suddenly got up and completely undressed for me.
Perhaps thinking to copy my roommate's nude dancing that I'd told her about, she stood on tiptoe, throwing her curvaceous body into wonderful relief. Her arms and her globelike breasts were uplifted, her swelling thighs were taut, and her thick black muff was thrust forward. Every fine part of her combined to make an even finer whole.
Then Amber moved sensuously around the room, her smooth white flesh in marvelous action. She pushed her sweet pussy right in my face, her red lips smiling and her dark eyes full of daring. She leaned forward and let her big breasts hang, though even then, they stayed perfectly round. She turned and waved her luscious tail at me, her thick red labia visible between her thighs.
I began to play along. Reaching up under the skirt I was wearing, pulling my panties aside and spreading my legs, I opened myself up and pushed two fingers inside my moistened slit.
Amber loved that. Now she moved more torridly, putting her hands on her head, gyrating her hips and pushing her sex shamelessly at me. She let out little squeals and continued to make sexy eyes. Best of all, she reached down between her thighs, which made her breasts stand out even more proudly between her reaching arms. Then she opened her outer lips with her fingers, showing me all her tender pink folds.
I worked myself faster and faster in rhythm with Amber's wanton dance. "Go for it, Meredith!" she urged me as she began to stroke herself as well. "Faster. Make yourself come!"
And I did. Soon, we both went through a grinding, teeth-clenching orgasm that carried all else before it. Only then did we touch, coming lovingly into each other's arms, hugging and kissing over what we'd shared.
So that was my lesbian interlude with Adrienne, Lisette, and Amber. I was a free woman, in charge of my own body, and I expressed my freedom through sex. I loved men and women equally, because I didn't believe in limiting myself. Nor did I belong to any man, because I wanted to be just as promiscuous as they were. And the right kind of free, loving man always loved that in me!
Now it was time for me to find another one of those older men I liked so well. He'd have a touch of gray in his hair and a twinkle in his eye that would show me his appetite for sex had only grown over the years. He'd want younger women like me, and I'd show him he could have one. Most importantly, he'd have a great big log between his legs!
Chapter Nine
I met Randy at the garage where I took my car to be serviced ... and where he wound up servicing me! About fifty, he was a big, burly mechanic in grease-stained coveralls. When we talked, it turned out that he had a heart of gold.
It was only a matter of time before Randy and I got together for more than talk. One afternoon, we were bending over my vehicle and he was showing me some things about my engine. I was wearing a cut-off T-shirt and short shorts, and I knew very well the effect my twenty-two-year-old body must be having on him. He couldn't keep his eyes off me. either.
"Gee," I laughed, pretending to concentrate on what he was showing me. "Everything looks so complicated with the hood up."
"I'd like to get your hood up, Meredith," Randy mumbled, just loud enough for me to hear if I wanted.
I played along with the innuendo. "Well, where's the dipstick?" I asked, feigning innocence. "You said you'd teach me how to check the oil."
"I wish you'd let me check your oil," my burly friend continued, in the same spirit. "I've got a big, long dipstick that would do the job just fine."
"Hey, thanks for giving me some pointers," I concluded, smiling sexily over at him.
"Meredith," he belly-laughed, boldly stroking my long blonde hair, "I think the pointers I'm going to give you have just begun!"
Adrienne would have said it was kinky, but to me it was natural as the day was long. There was no one else in the garage, and Randy pushed a button to put the overhead door down. We were together in a dark place of hard, exciting tools and machines.
"Show me your own tool," I urged the hearty guy. "Show me your big sex machine!"
He did, unzipping his coveralls. And damned if he wasn't stark naked underneath! What a bold, lusty, in-your-face kind of fellow he was, suddenly letting me see his strong body from head to toe.
His piston rod, too, if you'll excuse the analogy, was just as gigantic as he'd said, standing up hard and ready. I knew it would fill my pussy, or cylinder, as much as I'd ever want it to be filled!
Randy turned and leaned back against my car, and I unspokenly knelt at his feet. I took his cockhead right between my lips and began to nibble on it hungrily. Then I took as much of his long, hard shaft into my mouth as I could, which didn't turn out to be that much of it. I was overwhelmed, and not unpleasantly, by the sheer size of him.
"Oh, yeah, woman!" he moaned deeply. "Do what you will. You don't have to do that, but I'm not complaining!"
"I love it," I replied, letting him out for a moment and rolling my blue eyes upward. "I've always had a weakness for cock!"
I gave him some more head, but not enough to make him come. Probably I wouldn't have had to worry that he'd shoot his wad and not be able to fuck me, but I wanted to make sure. If that dick of his felt great to suck, it was going to feel marvelous in my pussy!
I stood up and let him undress me. His hands were greasy and made black marks on my smooth white flesh, but I sure as hell didn't mind. He stripped off my T-shirt and got an eyeful, then a double handful, of my firm, pointy tits. He pushed down my shorts and panties and hugged me by my tight round buns.
When he did that, his tool slid right between my thighs and along my furry wet seam. I was so excited that I began to hump it without it even being in me. And it was so strong that I thought I could lift my feet off the floor and ride it!
"Oh, Randy, you stud!" I gasped, as tingles of pleasure shot through me. "Your dick's like a steel bar!"
"All ready to fuck you with, Meredith," he grinned.
"Then fuck me," I panted. "Fuck me now!"
His rough hands still under my ass, the burly mechanic lifted me up, turned, and set me down on the trunk of my car. As luck would have it, it was just the right height for him to stand there and put it to me. As I spread my legs wide, he started his cocktip between my swollen red labia. He probed into me slowly and considerately at first, since his cock was so big.
But we soon found out that I could take all of him, though the fit was so tight it drove us half crazy with pleasure. So he began lunging strongly, using his whole throbbing length.
"Oh. Oh. Ahhh!" I went, as my tummy, butt, and thighs tightened. I grabbed his brawny shoulders as he stuffed me with his cock. Damn, it was as big as the dildo I'd often used.
"Oh, yeah," he echoed, as he gave me all I could handle. "Young woman, you can keep up with me just fine!"
For a long time, we fucked there in the garage, getting to know each other's body completely. Randy had me lie back and he got up on the car trunk with me, doing it missionary position as my breasts jogged up and down. He pulled out and had me turn over and slide down with my legs over the edge and my feet on the bumper, and he stood again and put it to my madly dripping snatch from behind. I came, I don't know how many times, shuddering with naked joy. His big dick had only to touch me to make me come, since I was so sensitized by that lusty older man.
The best position, though, was when he ate my pussy. To do that, he turned me over and lifted me up on his shoulders so that my clit was right by his mouth. Moreover, he had me hold onto one of the low beams of the garage and raise myself into an even better location.
There I was, hanging from the rafters, with my legs spread and that burly guy eating me to my heart's content! And he used his tongue in a way I could barely believe. He rimmed my labes with it, flicked it wildly over my crazed clit, and stuck it so deeply inside me that it was almost like a cock.
Talk about experienced older men. That guy had become an expert in giving young women head!
I came once more, after which Randy eased me down and we stood opposite each other. He still hadn't come, his dick still standing up and coated with my juices, and I asked him why.
"It's because I want to show you something, Meredith," he grinned. "Watch!"
Then damned if he didn't come without my even touching him, and without touching himself. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen! Suddenly, his big log began twitching and pumping, and he shot out thick wads of white stuff into the air and all over the floor. He was so highly sexed that he could come at will!
"Wow!" I exclaimed, my eyes bugging out and my naked body shivering. "I don't know what to say."
"There's nothing more to say," the burly guy laughed as he dripped out his last few drops. "My dick did the talking!"
After that experience, I knew that Randy was the man for me. But, unlike my usual older partners, he wasn't married. So I could have an all-out affair with him without a wife being in the picture. And it might not even end, because there wasn't a wife to send him back to.
I worried a little about that, but in the end I welcomed it. Maybe it was time for my nympho self to settle down, at least for a while. That was, if you could call being fucked by his big dick day and night settling down! And an idea he had one evening clinched it for me.
We were at his place, a modest, one-story bachelor's home near the garage. Naked, we had just finished an especially satisfying encounter, in which I'd straddled him and ridden his giant maypole until I'd come several times. He had looked lustily up at my bouncing young breasts and my swinging blonde hair as I abandoned myself to sex. Then he'd climaxed too, lunging upward and washing my insides with his warm, soothing seed.
"You know, Meredith," Randy said as we cuddled afterwards, "I'm due for a month's vacation. What say we hop in my old van and take a trip? I did that years ago with another sexy woman. What say we take our fucking act on the road?
"It's very liberating," the hearty mechanic continued. "Just two people, male and female, in their own little world. Putting their sexual selves above, and outside the everyday things. We'd stop at motels at night, and have our nooners in the van!"
I was due for some vacation from my secretarial job myself. And my absence from our apartment would leave Adrienne free for her lesbian tricks. So it took me only a moment to make up my mind.
"Why not?" I replied enthusiastically. "Let's go with it. Let's go!"
* * *
We set out the next week. Randy's van wasn't so old at that, and the back of it was a real passion den, even better than Charles's limo had been. He'd put in a water bed, no less, and had carpeted the floor, walls, and even the roof with thick shag. There were soft lighting, stereo sound, and an icebox full of beer. The van's bumper bore a sticker, "Don't laugh. Your sweetheart may be in here!"
And his sweetheart I was. Nor did it take me long to show it. After a few hours on the interstate, I got horny from listening to him talk and watching him drive. So I reached over, unzipped the jeans he was wearing, and hauled out his great big dong.
"Hey, watch out, Meredith!" he chuckled. "Don't get that mixed up with the floor shift, or you'll wreck the van."
"It's possible," I purred. "Your dick and the floor shift are both so stiff and long!"
Then I almost did make Randy lose track of his driving. I leaned over, with my long blonde hair falling on his lap, and started to give him head. I nibbled at his cock tip, took his shaft into my hot mouth, and moved up and down.
"Oh. Oh, damn!" my big guy went. "That feels first-rate!"
I could tell how great it felt from the burst of speed he put on. The feeling in his cock was being carried down to his foot on the gas pedal!
After awhile, he couldn't concentrate on his driving anymore. So he pulled off the four-lane at the next exit and went down a country road. He stopped at a secluded park, where I thought we might have an outdoor fuck like I had with Charles and his chauffeur. But instead, Randy and I climbed into the back of the van.
We hit the water bed flying, having somehow stripped off our clothes. Because I'd been sucking him, he wanted that action to continue. And because my pussy was absolutely aching and dripping with arousal, it needed some simultaneous attention. So we went head to foot, with me on top, in a hot sixty-nine.
Now I went at his cock with a passion. My long hair tickled his balls and his legs as I sucked his hugely upstanding manhood, and I let my hard-nippled breasts brush his belly.
In turn, he addressed my creaming sex. It wasn't as wild a position as when he'd had me hanging from the rafters, but he was still able to bring his expertise at cunnilingus to bear. Going at me upside-down, he opened me with his fingers and avidly licked my joy button. Then he moved on to my love hole and penetrated it deeply as before.
"Mmm. Mmm!" I hummed around his cock, which surely turned him on even better.
"Mmm. Mmm!" he echoed. I could actually feel his lips vibrate against my labes.
We came together, hunching and shaking. I covered his earthy face with my spunk, and he gave me another big load to swallow, since we'd determined that we were safe. If anyone had seen the van from outside, it would have been like a movie scene, with it rocking on its springs!
Afterward, we turned right away round again, caught our breath, and talked.
"I had a special fantasy once, Meredith," Randy reflected.
"What was it?" I asked encouragingly. If you didn't have fantasies, then life wasn't worth living. And it was surprising how many of them came true.
"Well," the big fellow replied, "one time I was in a nude bar like the one you told me your friend works at. And I wondered if I could pay a woman to go anywhere with me and do anything I wanted. In fairness, I'd have done anything she wanted, too." He paused. "Nor was I thinking about picking daisies!"
I looked him up and down. "With the piece of equipment you have," I laughed, "you wouldn't have had to pay the right kind of woman a red cent! Besides, your fantasy has become real. You've got a young woman, me, who's only waiting for whatever mischief we think up next."
I gestured between my legs. "And why rule out daisies? You can pick mine anytime!"
After that, we reluctantly got dressed, crawled to the front of the van, and got back on the road. We needed rest between our fucking sessions, but not much. I'd heard the kind of sex we were having called an addiction. But if so, then what a great addiction it was!
Randy read my thoughts. "Hell, Meredith," he grinned. "We're on vacation, so what better thing to do than fuck? It keeps you in shape, it relieves tension, and it's more fun than a theme park." He paused, probably thinking of the frankness and freedom we'd committed to. "And damn it, it's just flat-out interesting, the most absorbing thing in the world. Didn't you ever have a period, maybe before you became a nympho with real men, when you did it with yourself all the time?"
I certainly had. And, as we rode along with the hum of the traffic on the interstate and the pretty countryside passing by, I verbally reflected on it.
When I was nineteen, I had often gone alone to the movies. I would pick a feature that had a male star I was half in love with, and I'd purposely not wear panties under my skirt. During the big love scenes, I would put on hand on my knee and let it slowly creep up my warm, silky thigh. Soon, I'd be touching my downy muff, and just as soon, my already juicing seam. When my finger contacted my clit, I'd nearly go wild. But I'd have to control myself because of the other people in the theater.
Still, I'd bring myself all the way off! As the passion built on the screen, my own fire would grow to fever heat. My tummy would tighten, my thighs would clamp shut on my hand, and I'd wiggle and strain in my seat. My fingers would get all wet and sticky with my sex juice. If no one was looking, I'd even reach up under my top and massage my breasts, pulling at my hard nipples.
Then, just when the on-screen lovers were really into it, I would come! I'd clench my teeth or bite at my fist to keep from crying out loud. The people near me must have thought I was having a spasm of some sort. And I was! Damn, it was satisfying to please myself like that, in the best way I knew how.
Of course, having already found out that I was bi, I did the same thing with some female stars. In a way, it was even more satisfying, because I could imagine myself coming just as they came.
Many was the time I sat in a darkened theater, awash in feminine bliss. The guys who beat off at peep shows had nothing on me. And I always had to mop up with some tissues when the movie ended, because I had wet all over the seat!
When I'd told that to Randy, he smiled. "I might have expected you were a real romantic, Meredith," he said as we drove along. "With men, it's a little more crude. When I was nineteen, I used to go out to the woods behind my house. There was a hollow tree where guys used to hide sex magazines, a lending library of sorts! I would find a particularly raunchy photo, lay the magazine on the ground, and sit down leaning against the tree. Then I'd pull out my big hard dick and get busy!"
The burly guy reflected, a faraway look in his eye. "Damn, I could keep going all afternoon! No sooner would I put out a big load looking at one picture, than I'd get another hard-on, turn the page, and go to work on the next one. I would make love, as it were, to half a dozen women, one right after the other. Each time my dick spurted, it would rise right up again. I must have been producing stuff as I went along! When I finally zipped up, put the magazine back in the hollow tree, and went on home, I would leave a big white patch on the woods floor."
Randy grinned. "Yeah, doing it with yourself is just fine." Then he reached across the seat and gave my leg a squeeze. "But reality is better than fantasy, for sure. The possibilities are just as endless, if you're free."
In that frame of mind, we pulled off the interstate again and drove into a small town. It was getting dark, and we were hungry and needed to book a motel room for the night. Soon, we found a nice clean place with a good restaurant next door.
As we enjoyed thick steaks washed down with beer, though, our thoughts weren't on sleep but on more sex! It was as if we were only stoking our energy for the wild night we knew was literally to come.
Back in the motel room, we closed the drapes and got naked right away. There were big, fifty-year-old Randy and slender, twenty-two-year-old me, ready to do the big nasty any way we could. Luckily, the room had a strong, king-size bed, because we jumped up on it and began dancing wantonly around. My lover's dick wagged up and down until it got so hard that it couldn't!
Then we started chasing each other and playing grab-ass. It was good, clean sexual fun, as though we were an ancient nymph and satyr. He kept swiping at my firm buns or trying to reach between my moving legs to feel my snatch. My pointy tits bobbed, and I let out shrill cries of delight.
"You can't catch me!" I squealed.
"Oh, yes, I can!" he puffed.
And sure enough, he did. Suddenly, I tripped over the edge of the bed and bounced face-down onto it. An instant later, he was on top of me, supporting himself on his elbows. An instant after that, he was in my pussy, sliding his throbbing rod up the hilt.
There I was again, filled from behind by his prodigious dong. After all we'd been doing recently, it almost seemed like my natural state to have him in me! I was so turned on, too, that I came right away, wiggling and squirming. He took a little longer, but soon he was pumping me full of yet another load.
Then he pulled out, slid down, and began sucking at my quim. "What are you doing?" I asked, looking back in surprise over my shoulder.
But Randy wouldn't be denied. He finished sucking, turned me over, and moved up alongside. Then, with a big kiss, he gave it all to me!
"You rascal!" I scolded him when I'd swallowed it.
But he flashed one of his big grins. "Aw, shucks, Meredith," he said. "It was just sex, and there's nothing dirty about that."
Then we sat up on the edge of the bed, and he stroked my long blonde hair. It hung down my bare back almost to my dimpled buns, making me look like a proud, naked savage. My lover went on to nuzzle my soft shoulder, then to lick it.
After that, he began to lick all over me! I'd never felt such a marvelous sensation. His active tongue covered my face, my neck, my ears, and down to each pointed, hard-nippled breast. He bent down and licked my tummy, then up each silky thigh. He moved around in back and did my butt, then in front again. Just when he was approaching my switched-on pussy, I let go.
"Oh, Randy!" I sighed. "I'm coming! My skin is so sensitive and your tongue is so great that you didn't even have to eat me!"
"I aim to please," he laughed, as I went through paroxysms of joy. "Like I said, I'll get you off every day and every way!"
At last, we lay back on the bed for some much-needed rest. I could see the road we'd traveled and the scenery we'd passed when I closed my eyes. Even more, though, I could see our naked bodies on the road to pleasure, and Randy's great big cock!
It was about ten o'clock when we went to sleep. But at three a.m., we were awakened by a commotion in the motel room next door. There was loud music and the sound of ice clinking in glasses. We heard a male and a female voice, too, identifying a couple having a sexy party.
We couldn't go back to sleep with all the noise. But even more, we were rested and ready for some more action!
"What say we go pay those folks a visit?" my burly sex buddy said, getting up and putting on a robe. "We can either complain, or we can join them."
"Lead on, stud," I responded, throwing a robe around my own willowy, naked form. "I'm prepared to party on. In fact, no matter how cautious some people are these days, I don't see why life can't be a party that never ends!"
"Spoken like a true nympho, Meredith," Randy laughed as we went out the door and knocked on the other one. "Or a true woman!"
Chapter Ten
We walked into a situation much like the one my other lover, Guy, had described among him and his wife and their swinging friends. The thirtyish, dark-haired couple in the next motel room had been drinking bourbon and water, playing a hard rock tape, and obviously fucking to their hearts' content. They were in robes like we were, but that didn't last long.
"The more the merrier, huh?" Randy said, taking the drink that the man, whose name was Ron, offered him after giving us a warm welcome.
"The more the fuckier!" his companion, a pretty, well-built woman named Valerie, answered.
Now we knew just where we stood. And there were condoms on the bedside table, so there was no problem.
All four of us sat on the king-size bed. Randy reached under my robe and began stroking my bare thigh. His hand kept going up until it was on my snatch.
Soon, Ron was fingering Valerie's pubes as well. We women both started wiggling against our lovers' hands, caressing our breasts and sighing. Next, we got our men's cocks out of their robes and began to stroke them.
We went right on to get naked and fuck in front of each other. Valerie and I lay back on the bed while Ron and Randy put it to us. My pointed breasts bobbed up and down as my guy thrust his hard rod into my hot, tight sleeve. We got into a strong rhythm, not minding at all that the other couple was there beside us.
Ron and Valerie seemed to be feeling the same way. In long, slow strokes, he fucked her responsive body as she bucked her sexy hips up at him. She had round, firm breasts with big red nipples, and I could imagine how good they felt rubbing against his chest. All four of us were really getting it on!
Then, without a word, the guys changed places! Soon, Randy was sliding his giant prong into Valerie's dark-furred opening, while Ron was fucking my already lubricated sleeve. Though not as big as Randy's, his dick was a fine one, pleasing my pussy to no end. It was wild to be suddenly balling a new guy under the circumstances.
Even more of a stimulus, though, was the sight of another couple going at it right next to me. If I hadn't known about it, I might have been a little jealous of Randy. But as part of a friendly little orgy, it was awesome. Head throbbing, I watched them at work, even as Ron kept laying me. Valerie's naked body shuddered and her big round breasts shook as they levered their hips together. Since I was bi, I was attracted to both of them!
Now we two women were becoming totally abandoned in sex. Some say men are hotter, but when a woman really lets go, watch out! We reached down between our quivering thighs and fingered our hard little clits, adding to what the cocks were doing to thrill us. Then our hands switched places, and we diddled each other! I didn't think Valerie was bi like me, but we did go that far.
"Oh, yeah, we're fucking away!" the shapely brunette squealed boldly.
"Oh, yeah," I echoed. "And with each other's guy!"
At that rate, it didn't take long for us gals to come. My tight young pussy spasmed around Ron's probing member, and my whole body went rigid as I rode my orgasm to the finish. With a deep thrill, I also watched the hot, panting Valerie buck and heave, then turn to jelly after a strong release. It was great to see Randy doing that for her, and to have had Ron do it for me as well.
But the guys hadn't come yet. Probably they wanted to see what we women would do next, and to make sure they could follow. We were so wild by now that they were right to have waited, too!
"Turn over, fellows," I said, urging Ron out of me and over on his back, taking the lead.
"Yeah," Valerie nodded, doing the same with burly Randy, reading my thoughts. "We'll ride you now. Hey, it's cowgirl time!"
Then we were on their switched-on male bodies, doing it for them and for ourselves. With a conspiratorial look at each other, the brunette and I slowly and enticingly lowered our wet, pink love holes onto their upstanding rods. As we got into a hip-twisting rhythm, the men looked up and watched our naked figures at work.
I was still with Ron, my flat tummy tensing and my pointed tits jiggling away. Valerie, with her fuller body on Randy, was an absolute symphony of shifting breasts, belly, and buns. Again, we women reached over and stroked each other's vibrating flesh. Yes, I could have gotten that dark-haired lovely to go lesbian with me if I'd had the time!
We continued to blow the guys' minds. "Time to switch mounts," I panted.
"Yeah," Valerie agreed as we lifted our tails off their saddle horns and did so. "Nothing says that we can't fuck our own!"
The motel room became a pleasant blur as we rode cock like there was no tomorrow. Finally, it was too much for everyone's sensitized body, and we all came.
We women had one more surprise for the men, however. Sliding our soggy quims up off them again, we pumped their dicks with our hands, yanked their rubbers off, and had them shoot into the air! I looked down and watched Randy's twitching tool spurt ribbon after ribbon of hot white stuff toward the ceiling. Ron was spraying, too, until it seemed like he'd put out a pint.
At last, the four of us cleaned up and sat naked together against the headboard. Ron's hand wound up cupping my just-fucked pussy, while Randy's fingers played with Valerie's sodden pubes. In turn, she and I fondled a supremely satisfied cock that wasn't our mate's own.
"That was great," Ron said. "And if you'll excuse me for getting philosophical, I think that the secret of the universe is to be found in sex. It's a lot more than just in, out, in, out, come. There's that moment, just after the peak, when you feel as though you're at one with everything. Maybe you really are."
Then, after checking that his female companion didn't mind, he told us a story.
* * *
I should know what I'm talking about (Ron went on). I'm a research biologist at a major university. And in my lab, we're as open about sex as we can be.
Valerie is an associate of mine. She wears crisp white lab coats, which I've always found to be very sexy. One day, I got an erection from watching her, and she noticed.
"Let me take care of that for you," she laughed. As I said, we biologists are very upfront.
"Sounds good to me," I replied. "Let's go into your office and close the door."
Inside, Valerie sat me down on the sofa, knelt in front of me, and pulled my member out of my pants. It was long and thick, its blue vein pulsing.
"Ooo," she purred. "You men are amazing. No matter how many times I see a hardened cock, it's always exciting. It makes my snatch get all wet and tingly."
"I'm glad you like it," I grinned. "What are you going to do with it?"
She let her dark hair brush my sensitive rod. "Hmm," she replied. "I think I want to suck it. And then I want to ride it!"
There was no argument from me. In a moment, her moist red lips were running the length of my shaft, giving it one long kiss. Then her pretty pink tongue got involved, making me slick with her saliva. She twirled it around my cockhead, sending shivers up my spine.
At last, smiling up at me, she took me deeply into her mouth and began sucking strongly. I could feel her teeth lightly raking my length, which put me in ecstasy. She massaged my balls and worked her fingers at the base of my throbbing rod. Damn, did she give great head! We biologists are very good at sex, too.
"Oh, Val!" I moaned. "You're the best!"
"Thank you," she laughed, coming up for air. "But before you come, I'm going to take that ride I mentioned!"
Then she had me lie back on the sofa, with my dick pointing straight up. She unbuttoned her white lab coat, which she was wearing right over her underwear. I saw her curvy body, her smooth flesh, and her full breasts in a low-cut bra. She wiggled out of her panties, showing me her round rear and her soft black muff. Below, her pink vulva simply oozed love juice.
Valerie knelt facing me on the sofa, threw one shapely leg over my lap and eased herself down. Slowly, she lowered her dripping snatch onto my waiting prick. Her hot, tight canal felt marvelous on my lubricated length.
"Oh, yes!" I exclaimed. "Ride me. Next time, I'll do it to you if you want, but this is great!"
"I'll ride you," she responded, getting into a sensual rhythm. "Oh, yes, I will!"
Faster and faster she fucked me. Throwing back her head and closing her eyes, she opened her mouth and panted. Her black hair swung wildly. Her breasts popped out of her low-cut bra, her areolae puckered and her red nipples erected. I grabbed her firm buns, helping to guide her hot pussy on my throbbing cock. She put out so much juice that her thighs were slick with it.
Then Valerie came, and it was a sight to behold. Her whole sexy body jerked once, twice, three times, and she ground her pelvis down onto me.
"Ay!" she screamed, as she went to heaven. "Ay. Ay. Ayeeee!"
At the same instant, I came just as powerfully. My straining body took off, wracked by a magnificent climax. My mind took flight as well.
But my lovely partner lifted her sex off me before I started to spurt. Then she treated us to the sight of my hot white jets shooting upward as she caught some of them in her mouth and swallowed them down.
That was the moment I always awaited, when I did feel at one with the universe. Was it really so? It could have been. In any event, my body seemed to leave the lab where we were and to drift among the stars.
Valerie licked off her lips, tucked her breasts back into her bra, wiggled into her panties and buttoned up her lab coat. I zipped in my satisfied cock and got up from the sofa. Then we went back to work as if nothing had happened.
Maybe it had been just in, out, in, out, come. But if that was all sex was, even that was great. Still, as I spent the rest of the day on biological and universal questions, I wondered if the answer hadn't already been found!
That was actually the first time Valerie and I made love (Ron concluded). Now we do it all the time, including getaways to motels like this one. We're married to other people, but they just don't idolize sex the way we do. And, sometimes, we attract others for foursomes, like tonight.
* * *
"Thanks for sharing that with us," said I, Meredith. "Without going into too much detail, let me tell you that I'm a natural nympho, and that sex is the secret of my life."
"Right on," big Randy agreed. "Though it's enough said that I just love to fuck!"
Then he and I put on our robes, said good-bye, and went back to our own room. As I finally went to sleep, with the dawn peeping in the window, I looked around at the impersonal motel surroundings.
But they weren't impersonal anymore. Randy had been right. We had made our own special little world out of, but apart from, the everyday things. And we'd done it, of course, through sex. Maybe our aura would even stay in the room to inspire others.
We didn't get an early start the next morning. In fact, we barely got a start at all! I awoke at noon, with my big guy still snoring beside me.
Suddenly, famished from not eating after the fucking, I took a shower, put on shorts and a T-shirt, and walked over to the neighboring restaurant. I had a club sandwich and a beer, and I did a little flirting with the truck drivers who sneaked glances at my bare legs and my braless tits. After all, I was currently going with a blue-collar guy like them. I felt like taking them all on!
The warm sun felt great as I walked back to the room and Randy, and I felt wild and free. As I passed the van, I wondered what further adventures we'd find when we returned to the road.
But little did I know that I'd find an adventure right beyond the door!
"Oh, shit!" Randy exclaimed when I walked in. "I'm sorry, Meredith. I really am."
What he was sorry about was this. He had the motel maid leaning over the bed, and he was putting it to her pussy from behind! Her panties were down around her ankles, her short skirt was up around her waist, and her tits had popped free of her bra and her unbuttoned dress. Randy was clothed, but his pants were down around his ankles, too. It was a classic, almost comical situation.
The maid, whom my lover had the presence of mind to introduce as Chita, was a short, dark-haired woman of about twenty. She had a nice tight butt and, from what I could see, absolutely huge, hanging bosoms. She was looking back at me with a mixture of arousal and fear.
"Oh, the hell with it, you can finish up," I told the horny pair. Besides, they didn't look that ready to uncouple. "But," I concluded, "you're not going to play without me!"
As I shucked off my T-shirt and shorts, and even as Randy resumed fucking Chita with his rubber-clad prong, he explained what had happened. Since it was so late in the day, the maid, on her rounds, had come right into the room without knocking. He'd assumed it was me, and had playfully jumped out from behind the door and grabbed her! But once she had overcome her shock, they'd taken a liking to each other and one thing had led to another.
That was okay with me. But the whole scene had turned me on, too, and I had to have some relief. So I got on the bed, knelt in front of the bent-over brunette, and shoved my yellow-furred pussy in her face.
"Do you like that, young lady?" I asked. "I hope so, because you're going to eat it!"
She did, too. It mustn't have been her first time with a woman, thank goodness. She was in just enough of a position to get her tongue under me and lick my clit as I looked triumphantly over her at Randy. He grinned as if to admit that I had turned the tables on him, indeed.
Now he and I were facing each other, putting it to the maid on both ends. It was almost as if we were fucking each other! Our eyes met wantonly as we shared the experience, and he reached out and played with my pointed breasts. Between us, Chita lunged her dripping pussy at his thrusting cock and also gave me avid tongue. I'd just had a club sandwich at the restaurant, but this was a far better kind!
After a few more minutes of hot effort, Randy came. His big body stiffened, and he clenched his teeth as he shot his rubber full. Seeing that made me quiver all over and come, too. My juices rushed out all over the hot little mouth that was doing me. And the maid, making the best of the situation, had a squirming orgasm of her own!
"That'll teach you to cheat on me!" I told my sheepish lover when we'd disengaged.
"Like I said, Meredith, I'm sorry," he grinned. "But then again, maybe I'm not!"
Afterward, we sat on the edge of the motel room bed with Chita between us. Her dress was still unbuttoned, and that was when we noticed how incredibly enormous her breasts really were. It wasn't that they looked larger on her about five-foot body, or that she was big all over, because she wasn't. She had just grown a world-champion set, the kind that could have been a feature in the best tit mag!
Randy and I were totally overwhelmed. As the small brunette smilingly encouraged us to do so, we examined her prodigious pair. Each of us lifted one, which felt like it weighed a ton, and caressed its smooth, tan skin. We noticed that the nipples were like small, hard buttons, making what they sat on look even contrastingly larger.
Those breasts were like cantaloupes indeed, or even more, watermelons. They were world-globes, those tits of Chita's! We imagined what they had inside them that made them so burstingly full, because they didn't sag at all.
"My boyfriend sometimes likes me to wear pants with suspenders," our new friend said, getting into the spirit of things. "Topless, of course. The straps either run outside my tits or they stretch right over them!"
Randy and I pictured it. "Doesn't being so top-heavy ever bother you?" I asked. "As you can see, my own boobs are the pointy kind."
"Oh, no, Meredith," Chita replied with a smile. "It did at first, but then I learned to love my mams. And it doesn't hurt that every man-or sometimes every woman-I meet starts salivating over them." She paused. "I can get all the action I want just by promising to show them my whoppers!"
At that, she gave us a complete display. It was as if she'd practiced it and done it many times. She stood up, bent over front ways and let her heavy hangers hang. She turned around and let us see the same thing from behind, between her legs and past her open, dark-furred twat. She stood with her back to us and actually got her tits under her arms so that they stuck out to the rear. She turned sideways and lifted them in her hands, showing us just how far they projected. That looked to be into the next county!
"I once bought a push-up bra," the little gal with the massive breasts continued, sitting back down between us. "But when I walked down the street, even though I was wearing a loose top, I was just too much for everybody." She smiled dreamily. "Guys stopped and stared, and I even caused an auto accident!"
She had mentioned salivating. I glanced over at Randy, and the big guy really did have a ribbon of drool at one corner of his mouth.
"Sorry," he said, wiping it away. "But truly, ma'am, those knockers of yours are a little much. Mercy!"
"I know," Chita laughed resignedly. "And breasts do make people think of sucking." She paused, then addressed both of us. "So why don't you suck them? I know that's what you'd like."
We needed no further invitation. Randy took one, I took the other, and we feasted to our hearts' content. We licked all over her smooth, warm tit flesh, finding it almost more than we could take in. Then we each settled on a hard little nipple and sucked contentedly.
The small brunette was turned on by our attentions, as well. Of course, her breasts would be very sensitive, the world's largest G spots, and she began to writhe happily. She slid one hand down between her thighs and stroked her pussy, playing along.
"I don't think I've ever had a man and a woman suck my titties at the same time," she purred. "It's great!"
From there, it was a logical step not only to suck, but to fuck! And Chita wanted that, too. Invitingly, she lay back on the bed, her humungous boobs maddeningly rising.
Randy and I couldn't figure out any way to do what we wanted at the same time, so, being a gentleman, he let me go first. As our female friend held up her left tit with both hands, making it absolutely rigid, I squatted nakedly over it. I rubbed my spread and juicing pussy on its smooth, warm skin, then settled my clit right on her nipple. Soon, I was wiggling with joy, and she wasn't exactly unhappy either.
"Ooo, yes, Meredith!" she went, looking up at me along my slender, straining body. "You're fucking my titty! And I love it. Ooo, yes, I do!"
There was a temptation to move a little farther forward and have her eat me again, but the tit-fucking was even better. Faster and faster, I levered my hips, sliding my joy button wildly on her nip.
"Oh, damn!" I shouted, really getting carried away. "This whole concept is driving me wild. Oh!"
Randy was up on the bed with us, and was going crazy himself. His dick was hugely hard, and I thought it might go off without even being touched, as it could with him. But he was saving up for his own encounter with Chita's astounding knockers. In the meantime, he reached down and helpfully fingered her dark-furred snatch.
"Ooo, I'm coming," she squealed before too long. "Are you coming, Meredith? Are you coming on my breast?"
I was! My juice already covered her giant melon, and now I let loose a virtual flood of it. "Oh!" I exclaimed, riding and squirming for all I was worth. "Oh, shit. Oh, damn. I'm coming on a boob!"
Then I practically fell off Chita and lay on the bed, panting and heaving. It had been one of those kinky fucks, where your mind gets involved and makes your body even wilder. It had been a massive orgasm for me, too, one that had equaled the size of what had caused it. What a great way to have done lesbo sex!
But now, it was Randy's turn, and he wasn't slow to take it. As I took over fingering our top-heavy friend's slit, the big guy straddled her treasure chest. Though she hardly needed to, she held up her tits with her hands, making an incredibly long, deep channel between them.
Randy slid his dick in there and began fucking away! And talk about kinky. I suddenly realized that that hot tit tunnel was already lubricated with none other than my own juices!
The male member of our threesome went on to lever his hips and thrust like a major sex engine between those bodacious boobs. The tip of his long cock emerged from the other end of their slick channel, toward Chita's excited face. He must have been tempted as I had been to let her suck him instead. But again, what he was doing proved even better.
"Ooo, yes, fuck my titties!" the small brunette shrieked. "I had a man and a woman sucking them, and now I've had a man and a woman fucking them! Ooo, this is my lucky and fucky, day!"
When she got into it, she really got into it! And Randy wasn't exactly quiet, either.
"I'll fuck your bosoms, gal," he grinned, moving faster and faster. "I feel like a cowboy in a perfect saddle. Yahoo!"
Chita came again, helped by my fingers in her quim. Her dark eyes glazed over, her lower body squirmed, and her warm juice squirted. Then Randy let off a major gusher! He stopped humping, strained, and began shooting jet after jet of thick white stuff toward his partner's panting mouth.
She took it, too. "You're all right," she mumbled, even as she dealt with his sexy discharge. "And when I'm as turned on as this, I'll swallow all the sperm I can!"
At last, the big guy finished pumping, and he reluctantly withdrew his dick from Chita's chest. Just as sadly, he and I watched her clean up and get back into her maid's dress. When her breasts disappeared forever from our sight, we audibly sighed.
She had to go back to her duties, so we said good-bye to her at the motel room door. "I want to thank you for sharing your body with us," Randy told her, and I nodded. "And if you don't mind my saying it, especially your tits!"
"No, I don't mind," Chita laughed. "They're my pride and joy. And I give thanks for them myself, since they lead to sex like that!"
"I guess it would have been pushing it to have said we were her bosom buddies," my male companion grinned when she was gone. "But damn, Meredith, we sure know how to find fucking, don't we? We're so sexy we can turn up hot young folks like her at the drop of a hat."
"Yes," I purred, holding my willowy naked body against him. "We're bad, and that was about as raunchy as it gets."
I paused. "But it didn't hurt a soul, and if made three people happy. So I'd say it was clean and good."
"Not to mention what it did for me," the fifty-plus guy concluded, giving my twenty-two-year-old figure a squeeze.
Chapter Eleven
It was late afternoon before Randy and I got his van back on the road. We only made a hundred and fifty miles before we had to stop for the night again. This time, we found a campground next to a lake and set up there.
After a good dinner that we cooked ourselves over an open fire, we retired to the comfortable back of the van. For once, we weren't in that much of a hurry to have sex, because we'd already done a lot in the past twenty-four hours.
But, after a refreshing sleep, damned if we didn't get into it again. We attracted sexual experience like moths to a flame! We were awakened by shouts coming from the lake, and we went out to investigate.
A whole crowd of people were skinny-dipping! They didn't seem to be couples, just a dozen twentyish guys and gals splashing and frolicking in the warm water in the dark. Their slick, naked bodies looked fine and natural in the bit of moonlight that there was.
"Oh, shucks, Meredith, I guess we'll have to join them," Randy declared.
"Oh, the responsibilities of being a satyr and a nympho!" I laughed, shucking off my top.
We stripped down and jumped straight in. The skinny-dippers welcomed us, even enjoying the fact that Randy was older. It was more than swimming, too, of course. We noticed couples going up on the bank and fucking blissfully.
"Have you ever done it underwater?" my big guy asked, standing chest-deep with me. My breasts were right at the surface, nipples hard and areolae puckered. Beneath, I could feel his cocktip tickling my pussy.
"I've done it everywhere, honey," I responded, and I had. "But, yeah, put it in me now!"
He did. Or rather, I held onto his shoulders, lifted my legs, and eased my hole down onto his angled rod. Looking deeply into his eyes, I began lunging up and down. Again, I felt the joy of water-fucking, from the ease of action due to the buoyancy, to the wonderful, liquid sensation of loins working together below. All life had originally come from the water, I knew, and so fucking truly had a place in it.
"Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming fast!" I cried with delight before very long. I clutched Randy's shoulders and stiffened, fully enjoying my water-borne orgasm. This was casual sex at its finest.
"Me, too!" he shouted. He made a strong lunge up into me, then slid his cock out to shoot in the water. I was only sorry that it was dark and I couldn't see his moving white ribbons. I was an enthusiast for every detail of sex!
Refreshed in every way, we spent awhile splashing playfully with the others. But then we noticed two young women off by themselves. They were curvy blondes, and they looked ripe for some action.
Leave it to Randy and me to provide it, too! "What say we give those two a thrill?" the big guy said. "Let's swim underwater and come up right by them."
"Good idea," I nodded. "Let's go!"
When we surfaced in front of the blonde girls, they shrieked wildly. But it wasn't only because we had startled them.
"What did you do down there?" one asked Randy.
He pretended to be ashamed. "Well, ma'am," he replied, "I just might have licked your pussy a little bit."
"And what did you do?" the other one asked me.
I gave her a challenging look. "Well, I guess I did the same to yours!"
Now she really looked shocked. "Oh, you did a lesbian thing!" she wailed. "No one's ever done that to me before. Oh, no!"
"Don't knock it if you haven't tried it," I said, to both her and her friend. "And what better way to get your feet wet, if you'll excuse a fitting expression, than right here in the water tonight? I could do it down below and you wouldn't even see me. If you wanted to, you could pretend it was a guy giving you head."
I paused. "But I guarantee you'd enjoy it!"
The two blondes looked at each other, and they didn't say no. Of course, I planned to do both of them. I was a devilish young thing when it came to initiating women into lesbian sex, and I was in my element. By now, Randy knew I was bi, and he stood back to watch.
I took a deep breath and went down, or under, on woman number one. In the short time I had, I opened her with my fingers, rimmed her labes with my tongue, then flicked it over her hardening clit.
"Did you like that?" I asked, resurfacing.
"Oh, yes!" she admitted. I could see the new excitement in her eyes.
I went underwater again and did her clit some more. Before I came up for air, I darted my tongue inside her.
"How about now?" I questioned.
"Yes," she moaned. "Do you think you could make me come?"
I was gratified that she was completely won over. "That's up to you, dear," I replied wantonly. "But if you'll do your part, I'll provide the tongue!"
I kept taking breaths and eating her. Up and down I went, until she was heaving and quivering. Her slick juices flowed onto my lips and mixed with the water.
At last, grabbing her firm buns and staying down for an especially long time, I brought her off. Her curvy body stiffened, and she went through spasms of joy. But I was going through spasms of a different kind, because she had grabbed my head and was holding me under!
With a huge lunge, I came up, taking her with me. She was actually propelled over my head to land headfirst in the lake behind me. I bet she'd never have another flying lesbian fuck like that one!
"Oh, wow!" she exclaimed when she'd recovered. "That was incredible." She turned to her friend. "Now it's your turn."
"Let me catch my breath," I told them. "But while you two probably like men best, you should try it with each other sometime. You'd make a nice sexy couple!"
Soon, I did eat the other young woman, giving her the same delicious treatment I had the first. She squealed and she came, enjoying her first lesbian time as well. Initiating two sweet blondes into sapphic joy wasn't bad for one night's work. And doing it underwater was even better.
But, as I finished my tonguing, I suddenly encountered something I hadn't expected. It was Randy's big dick, sticking out from between my female subject's supple thighs! He had gotten it up again and was standing behind her, dry-humping. Only you couldn't exactly call it that, could you?
I surfaced and took a look. Yes, my guy was standing there grinning, cupping the young woman's good-sized breasts in his hands and lunging away. Her face wore a vacant, happy expression, both from what I'd done for her and from what he was doing now. And her springy ass on his lower belly must have felt great.
Then he got a mischievous look in his eye.
"Oh, no!" I laughed. "You don't expect me to go down and blow you, too!"
"I didn't say a word, Meredith," he replied. "But it would be nice."
So I did what he had in mind, and what, if the truth be known, I didn't mind either. Taking more deep breaths, I submerged and sucked him off even as he humped the other girl. From time to time, I even gave her watery pussy a few more licks. Before long, I was rewarded by her quivering and coming again. And a moment later, I got a mouthful of Randy's usual hot, thick stuff!
Afterward, the four of us left the lake and sat on the grassy bank in the dark. We were still naked, but the warm night air was just fine. The other skinny-dippers had left, and my burly, fiftyish male friend suddenly had three young females all to himself. Nice work if you could get it!
"You know, this reminds me of one time when I worked in an office, before I dropped out and became an auto mechanic," he reflected. Then he told us a story that got us all hot again.
* * *
At the office (Randy related), I sat at a desk that had a clear rear view of three voluptuous women. A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead, they were named Tina, Angela, and Wendy. They had hourglass figures and especially nice, firm butts. And they seemed to vie with each other to see how tight they could wear their skirts, probably for the benefit of yours truly.
Yes, I loved women back then, too, and they knew it. I was already a famous cocksman around the office, if I do say so myself. I could hardly do my work as I watched that feminine trio from behind. My mouth watered and I involuntarily heaved sighs of desire. And speaking of hardly, I had an erection most of the day.
Indeed, I watched those three women from behind. And that was the way I dreamed of putting it to their warm, wet pussies.
It was the night of the annual New Year's office party when I finally got up the courage. Usually, I wasn't slow to come right out and ask about sex, since women seemed to appreciate my honesty. But since there were three of them, I was a bit daunted. You see, my fantasy included making love to all of them at one time!
I walked up to Tina, who was the most approachable. We had all become friends, but fucking was something more. I told her that the holidays were a time of joy, and that sex was the most joyful thing of all. We should set a good example by making it together, I said. If life was sharing, then we should share the utmost.
It was quite a line, but I really felt it. And it worked! Blonde Tina conferred with dark-haired Angela and red-headed Wendy, and they giggled. But then she motioned me to a vacant office, and we all went in and closed the door. I couldn't believe my luck, or the size of the hard-on that was pushing out my pants!
There was a low table, just the right size for the women to bend over. Tina had told the others I wanted to do it that way, and they'd agreed. Besides, they wanted to make it a quickie and they didn't want to mess up their hair and makeup! I didn't even mind not seeing much of their bodies, such as their good-sized breasts, so they didn't undress. I just wanted to have their gorgeous asses and pussies bare!
So they lifted their skirts and pulled down their panties, and there they were! Six perfect white globes met my boggled eyes, wiggling with anticipation. What's more, three lovely snatches were wetly prepared for my entry, one yellow-furred, one black-furred, and one red. I could hardly contain myself. In fact, I couldn't contain my hard-on, so I unzipped and let it spring up powerfully.
The three foxy gals looked back over their shoulders and gasped delightedly when they saw my ready manhood. They were as game as I was, and it was a wonderful feeling. I took three condoms out of my pocket that I had put there for just that occasion.
"Fuck us," Tina, Angela, and Wendy purred in chorus. "Fuck us now!"
And oh, yes, I did! Stepping up to the blonde, I tickled her between the buttocks with my cock tip as she squirmed and shrieked. I rimmed her swollen vulva and tended to her hard little clit as she panted and begged for more. Then, in one smooth motion, I slid my entire length into her juicing hole. Holding onto her luscious rear, I got into a strong, standing rhythm.
"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Ohhh!" she sighed as I gave her what she wanted. "Oh, Randy, do me. Ahhh!" She tossed her blonde head, closed her eyes and opened her mouth in deepest passion.
I brought Tina off once, and even stayed with her for another climax. Each time, I felt her tight, hot pussy spasm around my plunging rod.
"That's yours," I told her, finally sliding out as she looked at me gratefully. I didn't mean to get big-headed about it, but my big dick was doing its job well.
Nor did I have much time to reflect. "Now me!" Angela, the brunette, was imploring. She'd gotten so excited from watching me with her friend that her pretty quim was dripping. She even had her hand down under herself, diddling her joy button as she bent over the table.
So I switched condoms, did a little sidestep, and positioned my cock for her. Since she was already primed, I slid right in to the hilt. Her pussy was very tight, feeling marvelous on my thick log.
Angela moved even more than Tina. She lunged back at me, wiggling and even rotating her fantastic tail. She writhed her upper body, grinding her tits on the table and beating her fists on it.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh," she went. "Oh, yes, Randy, fuck me! I've dreamed of this, too!"
Soon, I had her coming. I stayed with her for a second orgasm, just as I had Tina. By now, my dick was ready to explode. But red-headed Wendy was still in need of the services good old Randy could provide, so I slid my cock out, changed rubbers again, and shifted to her.
Now the first two women were standing up and acting as cheerleaders for the conclusion of our little office orgy. So Wendy and I gave them a show they wouldn't soon forget. Unlike them, she was happily married, but this was just the clubby kind of atmosphere for a little quick, wild cheating.
She had really big breasts, and while I was still concentrating on rears, I didn't overlook them in her case. As she, too, leaned over the table, I pulled up her top, unhooked her bra and let her tits hang freely. They were wonderfully weighty, their hard pink nipples pointing downward.
I played with them even as I gave her my prick. It slid easily into her red-furred, married snatch, perhaps the most beautiful pussy of them all. And her beautiful bottom, which must have been her husband's delight, was indeed the best of the three.
As she supported herself on her elbows and as I began to fuck her hard, Wendy's big bosoms swung wildly and her sweet ass bucked back at me. Her two female friends, totally lost in sex, fingered their own quims and played along. They stroked her and me as well, even reaching between my legs to squeeze my balls. It was three-way sex at its wildest!
"Oh. Oh, damn. Oh!" the lovely redhead moaned, shaking all over. "Oh, fuck. Oh, shit, Oh, yes!" If only her husband could have seen her then.
"Yes, go for it," dark-haired Angela coached, her eyes simply gleaming with lust.
"Yeah, do it!" yellow-haired Tina, the one with whom I'd started it all, shouted hoarsely. "Fuck her. Fuck him. Ohhh!"
A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead, all at one time. It was every man's dream, and I was making it real! They weren't exactly having a boring time, either.
It just went to show what could happen when you externalized your wildest fantasies. You wound up finding that the opposite sex often shared them, too.
At any rate, I brought Wendy off like wildfire. I could hardly keep my dick in her as she squirmed and squirted, heaved and hollered with joy. They all had voluptuous bodies, but hers went completely out of control, her breasts, ass, and belly shifting all over the place. I'd never seen a woman come so crazily, and I wondered if she was like that with her husband. If so, he was a lucky guy!
Tina and Wendy were just as impressed. What a climax, and what a show!
But the last act was to be mine. A huge pressure had built at the base of my spine, and there was no way I could stay with Wendy for another round on her part. Those three asses that I had started out lusting after, and then those three wanton pussies, had truly inspired me. Yes, I had to come. I had to shoot, or better, I had to let my dam break and let out an absolute flood!
So I slid out, yanked off my rubber, and did it all for that beautiful trio. In the end, I think we guys do it for the women. As my whole body stiffened ecstatically, I put out a real gusher. I pumped, I sprayed my stuff all over the place, before their wantonly approving eyes.
It took me a long time to get out what they'd built up in me. At last, there was just one drop left, and Tina flicked it off the tip of my dick with her finger.
We cleaned up, got our clothes in order, and went back out to the noisy holiday party (Randy finished). But the rest of the evening, and in fact the holiday itself, was an anticlimax, literally!
* * *
Now it was back to Randy, me, Meredith, and the two young blondes, sitting together on the bank of the lake in the dark. Those twentyish women looked aroused but, at the same time, mildly shocked by the story he'd told.
"My big guy believes in telling it like it is," I reassured them. "To him, sex is a natural function, and it's worse to keep it quiet, cover it up with bull, or censor it. That's how it is with me, as well."
I paused. "You can learn a lot from us, if you haven't already. For example, you got your first lesbian licks from me tonight. And if you keep sex free in your minds and your bodies, you can learn a lot more for yourselves."
"She's right," Randy nodded. "Maybe old Meredith and I are meant to go traveling around in my van, spreading the good news." He paused. "But speaking of the van, I'm getting a little chilly. What say we go in and warm up with a little orgy of our own?"
Damn, the man was insatiable! Even though he was cold, I could see his dick rising again. But I was insatiable, too. And the two young women, having listened to what we'd said, were game.
So we picked up our clothes and piled into the adult playpen that was the back of the big guy's van. Our new female friends oohed and ahhed when they saw the carpeting, the soft lighting, and the water bed. More importantly, they lay back dreamy-eyed and spread their legs. I did likewise, and suddenly Randy had three wet, yellow-furred pussies to choose from!
What followed was a fitting climax to our road trip thus far. It also showed me that of my older men, to include Charles and Guy, Randy was the best. He laid out three condoms, and then we really got going!
He started with one of the new young women. Positioning himself over her, he slid his big hard dong right into her honey hole. She had been eaten by him in the water, but not fucked. Now that she was, she liked it even more. As he levered strongly and as her round breasts bobbed, she bucked her hips back up at him, doing her part, too.
"Oh, yes, ball me now," she sighed. "Give me your cock. I love it. I love it!"
"I'll give it to you," Randy responded, fucking even faster. "I can do all three of you, just like in that story I told.
"I'm the king of fuck, the randiest one of all. Oh, yes I am!"
He brought the first blonde off in record time, as she squealed and writhed with joy. Then he switched to the second one. It was wild to see her naked pussy, her pink labia surrounded by soft fur, and his throbbing, fifty-plus dick about to go into it. Sex was great for moments of truth like this!
Then he was in. As he began to lunge, his partner got involved even more than her friend had. She hugged his back and his neck with her shapely legs and arms. She raised herself up so high off the water bed that her full breasts flattened against his chest.
I moved around so I could watch him pistoning into her, and it was a sight. Beyond his swinging balls, her fresh young labes were formed perfectly to his sliding shaft, even moving in and out with it. I was sure that that tight fit was putting both of them through changes. And I knew she'd remember this evening for the rest of her life.
"Mmm. Mmm!" she went, biting at her lower lip, closing her eyes and screwing up her face as she strained toward fulfillment. "Mmm!"
Then she went over the top, too, digging her fingers into Randy's back and her heels into his butt. She looked like she'd never let go of him, that they'd merge into the proverbial two-backed being. She broke her close-mouthed expression and sucked in a big gulp of air, then let it out all at once.
"Oh, yeah!" she breathed, her every muscle tightening then relaxing into peace. "Oh, yeah, old man. Yeah. Yeah!"
Randy grinned at me as he slid his dong out of her, savoring every moment. "Well, I ain't that old," he quipped. "But if she wants to think that's what she gets from an old man, then I'll go on until I'm ninety!"
The two young women went on to cuddle nakedly, comparing notes on the wild, exotic fuck they'd found. They didn't get into it with each other, but I held out hope that they'd try lesbo yet. After all, I'd licked their pussies in the water, and I was sure they'd never stroked each other's tits and ass as they were doing now.
That left me, Meredith. And, while I was watching Randy and the blondes, I hadn't been able to let myself alone. I'd been tensing my sweet buns on the bed, squeezing my silky legs together to get my juices flowing, and even reaching down and diddling my clit. So he found me all hot and sweaty, my blue eyes glazed, my mouth open and panting, and an absolute river of love fluid coming out of my luscious quim.
"Damn, lover," he laughed as he got in position over me. "I can't trust you for a minute. You're the fieriest nympho I've ever seen. I wouldn't be surprised if you could get yourself off just thinking of a man!"
"You should talk," I replied, giving him a sultry smile, referring to what he'd done in the garage. "But fuck me, stud. Fuck me again, fuck me forever!"
And, oh, but he did. Maybe it was because he'd been primed by the two the women, but his dick was longer, thicker, and harder than I'd ever felt it. As he slowly got all of it into me, it filled me as much as I'd ever want to be filled. I was suddenly more sensitive than ever, too. Oh, yes, this was going to be our best fuck of all!
Our loins were eloquent as we moved together in perfect rhythm. That was the phrase that came to my mind. His prick and my pussy seemed to talk to each other, better than words ever could. And they seemed to speak the most important things in the world, beyond which nothing else really mattered. Those things were sex and love.
The two young blondes moved over to help us, too. Like maids in a harem heightening the pleasure of the sultan and his main consort, they sighed and stroked us with their gentle hands. They touched his back and my pointed breasts between us, his balls and my turned-on clit. They helped to take us higher and higher, higher than I'd ever been.
It was as though I was climbing a mountain, like some we had passed on the road. I was romping naked through flowery fields, then tripping barefoot across the rocks above. Ever upward I went, even onto the snowy cap of the mountain. But I wasn't cold, because of the sexual fire within me. And I felt that I'd always be coupled as I was now.
Then I was at the peak, and going beyond it. As I climaxed in reality, it was as though I had seized a hang glider and sailed out into the blue sky. At last, I went spiraling down into the peaceful valley below.
"Goll-dang, girl!" came Randy's voice. The two young blondes were gone from the van, and he was holding a cold washcloth to my forehead. "Do you realize you passed out when you made it? I never knew I could have that effect on a woman. Makes me want to give up sex!"
"Oh, don't do that," I sighed. "Please don't. You are the king of fuck to have made me do that. You are, indeed!"
Then, seeing that his cock was still hard after he'd pulled out of me, I got myself awake enough to finish him with my mouth. And I like to think I did a good enough job to take him to the mountain top, too!
* * *
Well, I'm sorry to have to break off at this point, but I've run out of time to tell you my story. Randy and I kept going in his van, making the most of our month's vacation. We wished we could have gone on forever, spreading our message of sex to a world that often had too little of it. As it was, though, we must have safely fucked at least one new guy or woman a day. And of course, we fucked each other every which way in between.
When we got back home, he kept working in the garage, and I kept doing my job as a secretary. I stopped rooming with Adrienne, however, and Randy and I got a place out in the country. Even a satyr and a nympho needed a significant other, I decided. And I'd found mine with the type I loved the best, a sexy older man!
But the emphasis was on the significant, because there were others. Sometimes I wouldn't come home for a couple of nights, and Randy would understand. A gray-haired, married man would have come into the office, and I'd have employed my twenty-two-year-old body in coming with him.
Or sometimes I'd walk into the garage and find my lusty mate making it with a playmate as lusty as me. Then, I'd likely even tend to my still-strong lesbian urges and go on to fuck her, too!
I'm Meredith, and those are my confessions. I've made myself happy, and a lot of men in the bargain.
Who knows? If I keep fucking, by the law of averages maybe sometime my sexy young self will be making it with you!