Good Times
Part I
Lisa helped Cathy carry the last of the luggage down
the stairs from the deck and to the car. Lisa did not want
it to appear that she was rushing her friend and her
husband off, but, well, that's exactly what she was doing.
Cathy and her husband Tom had spent Friday and Saturday at
the beach with Lisa, Lisa's boyfriend James and with
Cathy's and Lisa's best friend Susan and her husband
Charles. When the last of the Carlton's stuff was brushed
free of sand and packed in the back of their Suburban, Lisa
and Susan hugged Cathy and said goodbye, telling her they'd
all get together for lunch on the following Thursday.
Something nagged at Cathy. She turned to Tom and
said, "Did you get the feeling they were rushing us out of
there?"
"Don't be ridiculous, we're the ones that have to get
home so we can pick up the kids. We could have stayed if
we wanted."
"I guess you're right. I just get the feeling that
they didn't want us to stay the extra days, but you're
right that is ridiculous. I guess I just wish we could
stay."
Lisa and Susan ran back up the stairs and into the
beach house where Charles and James were waiting. Lisa and
Susan both pulled their bathing suit tops off at the same
time and struck a pose, thrusting their breasts toward the
guys.
"Ta da!" said Susan.
"Its party time!" said Lisa.
Everything started a couple of months before when Lisa
and Susan had shopped in the morning, worked out in the
afternoon, and stopped back by Susan's house where they
were enjoying a pitcher of margaritas . . .
"Boy," said Susan, "Did we do some damage to the mall,
or what?"
"That we did. I don't know why we had to stop. I
still had checks in the check book."
"That was fun; Charles will just have to get an extra
job or two, that's all."
Lisa laughed and said, "Hmmm, wonder if I could find
somebody to pay for some of this stuff."
"Looks to me like James certainly ought to kick in for
those panties you bought at Victoria's Secret. I assume
they're for his viewing and ripping off pleasure."
"Susan!" Lisa took a sip of her margarita. "Oh, if
only he would rip them off."
"Uh oh, sounds like girl talk time. What do you mean
if only he would rip them off?"
"Oh, I don't know. We've been going out now for about
eight months and ..."
"And what? Surely, you've done the deed by now?"
"Oh, of course. It's just that..." Lisa wrinkled her
nose, and said, "How did we get on this subject anyway?"
"Because, I am your life long friend and this sounds
like we need to talk about sex and, well, my friend, I'm
always ready to talk about sex."
They laughed and Lisa said, "Of course you are you
wanton slut."
Susan shrugged as if to say, yeah, so what? And poured
her friend another drink.
"So," Susan said, "What's going on in the bedroom, or
is it what's not going on?"
"Yeah, I guess that is kind of it. The bedroom is . .
. well, not much has changed since the first time we did
it."
"It's supposed to change?"
Lisa playfully slapped Susan on the shoulder, "You
know, it's just that, well we just don't do much other than
the same thing, the same way all the time."
"Well, what is it you do?" The two friends had gone
to high school together and this conversation was not a
whole lot different from some they'd had when they were
teenagers. What did you do? What did he do? What did it
feel like? Susan remembered getting turned on by their
conversations back then and she felt the fluttery
beginnings of arousal now.
"Oh, Susan, you know. It's lovely and nice and he
does everything, but . . ." She blushed and said, "Don't
you just sometimes want some good ol' down and dirty sex?"
"Oh yeah baby. Nothing bad about nasty sex. Nothing
at all."
"Well, I guess that's it, occasionally I'd like to get
nasty and he just seems to be too careful of me to get down
and dirty."
"Oh, girl, what do you mean by down and dirty? What
is nasty sex?"
"Oh, come on Susan. You know what I mean." Lisa was
starting to feel the same fluttery urges that had Susan
quietly clinching her thighs. "He won't even come in my
mouth. What's that about? I thought all guys liked that."
Susan laughed. "Yeah, that's been my experience.
What does he do, make you stop?"
"He just pulls out. And then he's so careful not to
come on my face. Sometimes I might just like to have him
come on my face."
They both laughed and Susan said, "Yeah, I know what
you mean. Like I said sometimes the nasty sex is the best
sex."
"I'm not even married like you are. Does it ever get
boring with you and Charles?"
Susan thought for a moment. "No. You know I can
honestly say it doesn't. Sometimes it is sweet and gentle.
And when we want, which is usually, it gets down and
nasty."
"Okay, friend of mine, what am I missing? What is it
that y'all do that is down and nasty?"
"Oh, you know, everything from coming on my face to
anal sex. We do it all."
"Yeah, that's what I want. Sometimes I want to scream
at him to do something different, grab my ass, flip me over
and have his way with me."
"Well, why don't you do that, scream at him I mean."
"It just never feels exactly right."
"Well, you're getting me turned on just thinking about
some nasty, nasty sex."
"Should I leave before Charles gets home."
"Hell, girl, stick around, you might just see some
nasty sex if you're not careful."
Lisa gulped down another drink of her margarita. Some
unbidden images filled a corner of her mind.
That's when Charles came through the front door. "I'm
home."
"We're back here," Susan said, "Lisa and I are having
margaritas."
Charles made his way to the den where the girls were
drinking their margaritas. He leaned over and kissed his
wife and then went over to hug Lisa. Right in the middle
of his hug, Susan said, "We were just talking about nasty
sex."
He felt Lisa freeze, just as he did, and then
laughing, he turned to Susan. "You were what?"
"We were talking about nasty sex."
"Susan!" Lisa looked at friend in disbelief.
Charles recognized the playful look in his wife's eye.
"Oh, and what were you saying about nasty sex."
"Well dear, Lisa has a problem."
"Susan! Don't you dare." Susan just laughed at Lisa's
outburst.
"It's okay, we're all friends here. Maybe Charles can
give James some pointers. God knows Charles enjoys nasty
sex."
"Boy," he said, "Did I come in on a conversation or
what? What in the world are you talking about?"
"Nothing dear, I was just telling Lisa how much you
and I enjoy nasty sex. You know, the kind where it's all
about mindless, raunchy sex."
"Ah, I see now. It's all clear to me. And, uh, just
why were you sharing our darkest desires and secrets with
Lisa."
"Susan, you can shut up now," Lisa said, but she was
laughing and she was flushed and she could feel herself
becoming more aroused.
"Oh, Lisa, it's just Charles. Besides we'll talk
about it when you're gone. You know that."
"Yeah, I know, fine go ahead, share my frustrations
with the world."
Charles knew Susan enough to know that she was getting
turned on. In the past, he'd heard Susan and Lisa talk
about stuff that made him blush. He figured they were both
getting turned on. There had been more than one day when
Susan called him at work and told him to hurry home because
she and Lisa had been talking about sex and she was horny.
"Frustrations?" he asked, "Are you not getting any?"
"Yes, I'm getting plenty . . ."
"But, she's not getting any good ol' nasty sex," Susan
finished for her.
Lisa crossed her arms across her chest and nodded at
that.
"Oh, do tell, what kind of nasty sex do you want."
Now Charles was getting turned on.
"I don't know. Just sometimes I'd like to have
something other than gentle lovemaking."
"So, you girls like nasty sex, do you?"
"You know I do sweetie."
Lisa said, "I want to."
Charles looked at Susan and she raised her eyebrows.
He was furiously trying to interpret what his wife was
signaling to him. Oh my god, he thought to himself, I
wonder. Sometimes, when Charles and Susan were having sex
they would whisper fantasies to each other. One that
recurred quiet a bit was Susan whispering in his ear and
asking if he would like it if Lisa was in bed with them,
doing things with them. Could that be where this was
headed?
Charles sat on the couch and asked Lisa, "So what
exactly are you missing?"
"I don't know exactly. Good god, just this
conversation is nastier than what I usually get."
"Ah, so this conversation is turning you on a bit?"
"It is me," Susan said.
He laughed, "Yeah, me, too."
They both looked at Lisa. She threw a pillow off her
chair and Charles and said, "Yeah, okay, me, too."
"Hmmmm," he said, "You like sex talk and nasty sex.
Want to hear more?" She squeezed her thighs together and
he noticed. "Susan, should we explore this topic in detail
with Lisa?"
"Of course, dear, you know I'm always up for some sex
talk."
He turned to Lisa. "So, is this conversation getting
you wet?"
"Oh God!"
"Well, is it?"
Lisa was blushing furiously. He turned to Susan.
"How about you dear? I know how wet you can get. Is this
conversation getting you wet?"
Susan looked almost shy when she replied quietly, "You
know it is."
"Do you think it is making Lisa wet?"
"I bet it is."
"Susan, why don't you let Lisa see how you're getting
wet."
There was a moment where no one moved and no one said
a word, but Lisa was clenching her thighs tightly and
looking at her friend.
Susan knew what he wanted. Often, even when they were
out in public and she got horny, she would let him see that
she'd become wet.
Both the ladies where wearing shorts. Susan had on a
button down shirt and Lisa a pull-over t-shirt. After a
long moment, Susan met the challenge in his eyes and moved
a hand to the waist band of her shorts. Lisa's eyes
followed every move the hand made.
She slipped her right hand into her waist band.
Charles and Lisa could see the outline of her hand as it
pushed lower, until her fingers curved between her legs.
She held the waist band clear with her left hand and pulled
her other hand from her pants. She stood and walked over
to where Lisa was sitting.
"See." She rubbed her fingers together. Lisa could
see the slick wetness that Susan had extracted from between
her legs.
Lisa accepted the challenge that was being offered and
took her friends wrist. She pulled her hand closer and she
could smell the scent of the wetness on Susan's fingers.
She looked closely and inhaled audibly. "Yes, I do think
you're wet." The scent caused her to catch her breath as a
result of a clench of sexual tension.
Charles looked at Lisa and said, "How about you?"
Lisa looked up at Susan and without looking anywhere
other than at Susan's eyes moved her hand to the waist band
of her shorts. She slid her hand in slowly. Charles had
to adjust the erection in his pants. Lisa's hand slid
slowly beneath the elastic of her panties and she pushed
two fingers along the slit of her sex. She almost moaned
out loud when the lips of her pussy gave way to the
pressure of her fingers. Her fingers slid into the liquid
center of her. She pulled her hand out and held it up to
Susan.
Susan took her hand and closed her eyes as she inhaled
the aroma of Lisa's sex.
"Hey girls, what about me?"
Susan pulled Lisa to her feet and walked her over to
where Charles sat on the couch. She pushed Lisa's hand
toward his face. He touched the wetness with a finger and
made no pretense when he smelled her fingers. Lisa thought
she would fall her knees grew so week. Susan reached into
her shorts and put her hand, with freshly scented fingers,
under his nose. He held them both there inhaling the
similar, but different scents of each.
"Does it turn you on to smell her pussy?" He
intentionally did not address this question directly to
either lady.
"Yes." They said in unison.
He turned to Lisa. "Do you find it nasty to think
about Susan in a sex way?"
"Yes."
"Are you enjoying this nasty sex?"
"Yes."
He looked at both of them. "Will you do something
nasty for me, will you taste yourself for me?"
Lisa looked up at Susan, a little worried about how
far this had gone. She had no idea just how far Susan was
willing to go. With a smile, Susan reached back into her
pants. Lisa did the same. They each pulled their fingers
out and took them in their mouth, tasting their own
wetness.
"Now," he said, "Taste each other."
The girls looked at each and with almost no
hesitation, each put their hand back in their pants and
then raised their fingers to the lips of the other. Susan
took Lisa's wrist in her hand and sucked on her flavors.
It turned her on to taste her friend's pussy. Lisa licked
and then sucked Susan's fingers into her mouth. It turned
her on to taste her friend's pussy.
"My turn," was all he had to say.
Susan was the first to take her hand from her friend's
mouth and push back into her own pants. Lisa did the same,
staring not at Charles, but keeping her eyes only on Susan
as once again her fingers slid along the silky slit of her
sex. Their aromas mingled in the room. It was starting to
smell like sex.
"Good God," Lisa said to no one in particular.
Like Susan, she held her hand, trembling toward
Charles. He took his wife's hand and slowly slid her
fingers into his mouth. Susan sighed at the feel of her
fingers being sucked into his mouth and his tongue licking
and tasting. Slowly she pulled her fingers out. She
wanted to see him tasting Lisa.
He took Lisa's fingers. Lisa and Charles both kept
their eyes on Susan. Susan smiled gently and watched her
friend.
Lisa felt his breath on her wet fingers and then she
felt his lips slide around her. Her mind was full of
erotic sensations and she didn't know what to expect, but
it was a surprise when he kept taking her fingers deeper
and deeper into his mouth until the tip of her fingers felt
like they would enter his throat. His tongue moved over
her fingers and her knees actually buckled just a bit when
Susan leaned close and said, "He's tasting your pussy."
Lisa looked to where her fingers were disappearing
into his mouth and then looked, almost shyly, at her
friend, "Yes, I know."
"That makes me very hot."
"It makes me very hot."
Her fingers slid from his mouth and they all laughed
nervously.
"How was that Lisa?" Charles asked. "Nasty?"
"Oh, yeah, I can't believe we did that."
His voice was almost a whisper, "What did you think
about tasting Susan's pussy."
"It was nasty and it turned me on."
He looked at Susan and saw only pleasurable lust in
her eyes and in her smile. She started it; he would see
how far she would go.
"You know, Susan's nipples get real erect when she
gets excited."
"Oh? Do they?"
"Yes. Are your nipples erect Susan."
"Well, I don't know. What do you think?"
"I think you should sit right there." He indicated
the hassock that was in front of the couch. "And, I think
Lisa should sit right here." He patted the couch between
his spread legs. Both girls could see the bulge of his
erection.
Susan sat where he indicated. Lisa moved and sat
between his legs. The two of them were facing Susan on the
hassock. "My erection isn't bothering you, is it?" His
hands on Lisa's hips pulled her back. His thighs pressed
against the sides of her hips. She could feel the hardness
between his legs against her bottom.
"No." She said. At the urging of his hands, she
leaned back against him.
"Susan, let her see one of your nipples."
"Do you want to?" Susan asked her, wanting to make
sure that this was not getting out of hand for Lisa.
Lisa tried to speak and had to clear her throat and
try again. "Yes," she said.
Susan unbuttoned her shirt slowly until it was
completely undone. She pulled her shirt over her left
breast and held it there under her arm. Supporting her
breast with her left hand, she reached beneath her bra with
her right and pulled her breast free of the confines of her
bra.
"See?" She asked, with her fingers she stimulated her
nipple. It was swollen with excitement and the intensity
of her touch surprised her.
"Yes. I see."
"Do your nipples get hard, Lisa?" Charles asked. His
hands moved up and the tips of his fingers brushed against
her nipples. He could feel them beneath her shirt and bra.
"Oh God." She said and he felt her kind of sink
against him.
"I love looking at her nipples," he said.
Lisa giggled just a little and said, "I think I do to.
God knows I'm turned on."
"But, this isn't really very nasty, is it?"
"What do you mean?" Susan continued to stroke and
tease her nipple. Lisa wanted more than anything for
Charles to reach beneath her shirt, beneath her bra and to
feel her.
"Well, lots of people in everyday sex play with
nipples. Surely James sucks your nipples while you are
having your non-nasty sex."
"Yes."
"And we're here for some nasty sex, aren't we?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me to make her show you her pussy, spread
it open for you? Or do you want me to make her show you
her ass, spread it open for you?"
"I don't want you to make her do anything she doesn't
want to do."
"That wasn't the question, now was it? She likes me
to make her do stuff. Don't you Susan."
"Yes, Lisa, I do. I like it when he takes control and
makes me do things. Just like you said a minute ago when
you said you wished James would just flip you over, spread
your cheeks and fuck your ass."
She didn't really say that, not in those exact words,
but Lisa could not respond. She was more turned on than
she could ever remember being turned on before.
"Oh?' Charles said, "You like the idea of a little
ass fucking?"
"Well... um... we were just talking about nasty sex and ...
oh, I don't know."
"Did Susan tell you that I fuck her ass?"
"Yes."
"She likes it."
"I'm sure she does."
"Would it be nasty for me to make her bend over and
show you her asshole?"
"Yes."
"Good nasty or bad nasty?"
"Susan?"
"Lisa, just answer him, good or bad?"
"It would be good nasty."
"How would you like to touch her there?"
"I . . .I don't know."
"Have you ever touched somebody's asshole for sexual
pleasure?"
"No."
"Do you like it Susan when somebody touches your
asshole."
"Oh yes. I do."
"Hmmm, what do you think, do you think Lisa would like
it?"
"You'll have to ask her."
"I might just do that in a minute, but right now, I
think you should get on your knees and bend over that
cushion. Let us see you do that."
Susan got on her knees facing away from them and bent
over the hassock. Charles put a pillow from off the couch
by her knees and she adjusted, putting the pillow under her
knees. She bent back down, her knees about a foot apart,
her bottom stretching her tight shorts. Charles and Lisa
could see the lines of her panties and the cleft of her
ass, hugged by the shorts stretched tight.
"Man," Charles said, "I find that so sexy. How about
you Lisa?" His fingers continued to only lightly caress
her nipples.
"I don't know . . ."
"What do you mean you don't know?"
Lisa laughed. "Well, I've never seen her exactly like
that before."
"Well, I guess the question is, does it turn you on to
know she's bent over showing you her ass and waiting to
find out if you're going to reach out and touch her."
Lisa could think of nothing to say, but she reached
one hand out tentatively and ran it over the rounded bottom
just in front of her. Susan moved her hips slowly in
response to the touch.
"Yes," he said, "Yes, I think it does. Feels nice,
doesn't it?"
She nodded.
"Susan, lower your shorts just a little."
Without a word Susan stood up on her knees, unfastened
her shorts and pushed them and her panties about halfway
down her bottom.
"Now," he said, "Feel her skin. Feel how wonderfully
soft it is."
Lisa ran her hand over the skin exposed above her
bunched up shorts on one side and then the other. "That's
nice," she said.
"Remember, you can get nasty, feel between her
cheeks."
Lisa felt her cheeks flush hot. She ran her hand back
and forth across Susan's bottom, following the curve of
her. She pushed two fingers between Susan's cheeks feeling
the firm warm heat of her on either side of her fingers.
"That is so hot," Charles said. Lisa felt his hand
move between him and her bottom to adjust himself. The
knuckles on his hand briefly insinuated themselves in the
crack of her ass as he adjusted the position of his cock in
his pants.
"Susan, show her all of you."
Susan stood up and dropped her shorts and panties to
the floor. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the
side. As she sunk back down to her knees, Lisa watched her
carefully. She'd seen Susan undressed plenty of times, but
never, ever like this. Never solely for the purpose of
being seen and touched. Especially for the purpose of
being seen and touched by her.
Lisa could feel herself getting wetter now. When she
moved, she could feel the slickness where it made her wet
just beneath her pussy and on the side of her thighs. As
Susan bent over the hassock and spread her legs slightly,
not only was the aroma of her arousal very noticeable, but
Lisa could see the moisture glistening in the seam of her
pussy.
Susan laid her face down on the hassock and closed her
eyes, thinking and enjoying the thought about what Lisa
could see. This was so hot.
"Do you like?" Charles asked.
All Lisa could do was nod. She noticed that Susan had
a small smile and seemed to be perfectly relaxed.
"You can touch her. Rub her ass."
Lisa reached out and rubbed the exposed ass in front
of her. She squeezed. She gripped it with both hands,
each on a cheek, and squeezed. That caused the cheeks of
Susan's ass to part slightly and Lisa got the first glimpse
of the puckered texture of Susan's anus. She squeezed
again with the intention of exposing that part of Susan.
"It's okay," Charles said, "You can spread her ass.
Do it. Spread her and look at her. She likes it. Look
how wet she is."
Lisa parted Susan's cheeks, fully exposing her anus.
Charles lips were close to her ear, his breath warm
when he whispered, "Touch her. Touch her there."
Using one hand to keep Susan spread, Lisa reached out
with one finger and ran it gently over Susan's exposed
asshole. Susan moaned and raised her ass higher.
"Get your finger wet and touch her there. Make her
wet." Charles intentionally did not specify how he wanted
Lisa to wet her finger, in her mouth or in her pants. He
wanted to see what she would do.
Without taking her eyes off Susan, Lisa leaned back
and used one hand to pull up the waist band of her shorts.
She realized that Charles, sitting and looking over her
shoulder, could probably see right down her pants. She
stretched the waist band of her shorts and her panties up
as high as she could. Charles could see the light colored
wispy pubic hair between her legs. He could no longer tell
if he smelled Lisa or Susan. Lisa's hand went between her
legs and after three or four strokes back and forth, she
extracted her fingers wet and slick from her secretion.
Charles pressed over the back of her, reaching around
and taking Susan's ass cheeks in his hands. He spread
them. Lisa rubbed her wet fingers over Susan who was
moving sensuously beneath their hands.
"Get more. Make her wetter. Use her pussy."
Without a moments hesitation Lisa rubbed Susan's pussy
for the first time. Susan spread her legs wider giving
Lisa as much access as possible. Lisa spread the moisture
from Susan's pussy up and over Susan's ass. Soon the
entire crack of Susan's ass glistened from Lisa's
treatment.
After a moment, Charles whispered in Lisa's ear, "Do
you like?"
"Yes."
"Seeing your pussy juice on her ass turns me on big
time. Can you tell?"
She pressed back against his erection. "Yes."
"I want to taste you. I want to taste you off her
ass."
He pushed her gently so she would move and he could
get off the couch. He knelt beside the hassock. Susan
kept her eyes closed and her face flat against the cushion.
Lisa was flushed, her eyes glistening with excitement as
she watched Charles. He never took his eyes off of hers.
He laid his head flat on the small of Susan's back.
"More," he said, "Make her wetter with you."
Lisa didn't hesitate to push her hand into her shorts.
This time instead of pulling up the waist band she let the
hand she was touching herself with push her shorts and
panties down. She wanted to let him see. He could see the
hair between her legs and it excited him even though her
hand and her shorts bunched between her legs kept the most
intimate parts of her hidden from view. Her fingers
glistened as she moved them back to Susan's ass and rubbed
them there, up and down the crack, concentrating and
lingering over her asshole.
She did that two more times getting Susan wetter and
wetter.
Charles said, "Spread her for me."
Lisa got on her knees and grasped Susan's ass cheeks
in her hands, spreading them wide.
Charles kept his eyes on Lisa's eyes as he moved his
face lower and his tongue entered the crack of Susan's ass.
He could taste Lisa there. He moved lower until he felt
the textured pucker around her hole. His tongue circled,
licking up all the moisture that Lisa had put there. He
licked back and forth over her hole. Susan scrunched her
ass higher and a moan involuntarily escaped from her mouth.
He sat up and asked Lisa, "What did you think?
Raunchy sex?"
"Oh, god, yes. Yes."
"Do you enjoy looking at her?"
"Yes." She wondered what she would do because she
just knew that the next thing he was going to do was ask
her to kneel, raise her ass and spread herself for him.
Did she have the courage to do that in front of him? In
front of Susan? She could barely breathe she was so turned
on. She decided she would follow whatever lead was offered
and see what would happen. She asked for nasty sex and it
looked like she was getting it.
"You know some people say that women don't like to
look as much as men. What do you think?"
"I know I'm enjoying looking."
Susan moved and sat half naked on the floor with her
arm draped comfortably across Lisa's knees. She too was
waiting for Charles to tell Lisa to bend over naked. She
hoped Lisa would, and she hoped that Charles knew that she
wanted to be the one to lick Lisa first.
He said, "Would you like to look at a man's ass."
"Oh yes," said Susan quickly.
Lisa's eyes opened wide and she just nodded. She
wondered if he was really going to let her see him. Was he
going to spread his ass? She almost blanked out at the
thought of Charles exposing himself as wantonly as did
Susan.
Part II
Charles stood and sat on the hassock. Susan and Lisa
were on the floor at his feet. He unzipped his pants and
his briefs tented out, the bulge of his cock curving
beneath the white cotton fabric of his underwear. Watching
Lisa closely he saw her swallow. She did not take her eyes
off his cock. Susan still had her arm draped across Lisa
and Charles noticed that she lightly stroked Lisa's leg.
He unsnapped his pants and the fly parted, pressed
aside by the strain of his cock. Susan leaned toward Lisa
to get a better look. Lisa adjusted a little to give her
room and Susan moved so that she was sitting shoulder to
shoulder with Lisa. Lisa could feel the length of Susan's
naked leg against her own leg. That, too, was turning her
on. Was she supposed to strip? She wanted to. She
wanted to expose herself like her friends were doing, but
decided to let Charles take the lead. The erotic tension
that had grown was the most exciting thing she had ever
enjoyed.
"Hey, y'all take my shoes off, please."
Each girl untied and removed one of his shoes. Susan
ripped his sock from his foot and threw in over her
shoulder. Lisa removed his sock carefully, mainly because
she wanted to enjoy the feeling of her fingers against his
skin as her hands slid down his legs.
Charles raised his butt from the hassock and pushed
his pants down. Lisa, concentrated on looking at the leg
holes of his shorts. The pressure of his erection caused a
gap and she could see dark hair curling in a mass. The
juncture of his torso and his leg was lost in all the hair.
It looked terribly nasty sexy to her. She swallowed at the
thought of running her tongue up that crease and tasting
his skin.
"Ready?" he asked, his hands poised at the waist band
of his shorts.
Lisa could only nod. Susan said, "Yes, show us what
you got big guy."
He slid his shorts down and his cock sprang free,
pointing up with a slight curve. The tip of him flared
smoothly from the darker shaft and was crowned with a
pearly drop of clear fluid. Lisa had to remind herself to
breathe.
"Oh, look," he said, taking a finger and picking up
the fluid on the tip of his cock, "I'm wet, too."
He held his finger out and his wife took his wrist and
held his finger beneath her nose. She closed her eye and
breathed in the aroma of his sex. She held it toward her
friend. Lisa leaned forward and smelled his scent.
"Lisa, taste it," Susan said.
Lisa looked at Susan and leaned forward, the pink tip
of her tongue stretching out to lick the pre-come from his
finger. Charles's other hand was slowly stroking on his
cock, moving back and forth. Lisa and Susan leaned forward
slightly to watch.
"Have you ever just got to watch a guy jack-off?" he
asked.
Lisa shook her head no.
"Are you enjoying it?"
"Yes."
"And, is that nasty sex?"
"Yes. And I like it. I like it a lot."
Susan had a hand between her legs and was slowly
rubbing herself.
Charles leaned back and spread his legs wide. The
girls could see his testicles moving in rhythm of his
pumping fist. They could see the dark, hair-lined crack of
his ass disappearing into the seat cushion.
Susan stretched a hand forward and hefted his balls,
moving them gently on her fingers. He put his head back
and closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation. Her hand was
warm from between her legs.
Susan turned to Lisa. "Do you want to feel him?"
In response, Lisa stretched her hand out. Susan took
Lisa's hand in hers and pressed it against Charles's balls.
Lisa's hand was cool and the contrast between his heated
skin and the coolness of her touch caused his cock to
twitch with an involuntary contraction.
He looked at them and said, "Sit close together."
They moved closer and he scooted the hassock closer. Their
legs had to move to the side of the hassock. He raised his
feet and put them on either side of the girls and rested
them on the couch at their back. He leaned back so that
his cock pointed straight up into the air as he continued
to stroke it slowly. He felt Susan's finger probe the
crack of his ass. He moved forward and raised his ass off
the cushion. Susan spread his cheeks and smiled at Lisa.
Lisa bent her head down so she could see his asshole as
Susan spread him.
"Touch him," Susan said.
Lisa reached one finger out and ran it lightly over
the exposed ring of his asshole. His legs flexed in
pleasure. Susan leaned forward and licked the tip of his
cock. Susan took Lisa's hand in hers and sucked Lisa's
fingers into her mouth, making them wet. She pushed her
hand back down to where Lisa could stroke his ass. Lisa
wanted to put her finger inside of him. She wanted to
finger fuck his ass, but wasn't sure if she should. She
rubbed her wet finger around his asshole.
"So," Charles said, "Enjoy?"
"Yes." Lisa said.
"How about this?" He moved, lifting one leg over
Susan and repositioning himself with his knees on the
hassock, spread so that the girls could see him stroking
his cock. Lisa, without prompting reached up and ran her
hand over his ass. Susan joined her in rubbing his ass.
Lisa spread his cheeks and she looked at the secret parts
of him. His cock looked huge in this position, the curved
root of him adding to his length.
"I'm sorry," Susan said, "I have to have him in my
mouth." She swung around with her back toward him and
leaned her head back. He raised his hips so she could push
underneath him and take the tip of his cock into her mouth.
Susan took Lisa's hand and moved it to his cock.
Lisa gripped him, enjoying the smooth hardness of his
erection and its heat. She started to move her hand back
and forth. She was on her side, facing Susan. Susan's
hand rested lightly on her thigh, high up where her leg
emerged from her shorts. Lisa stroked him back and forth
and could not stop looking at where the tip of him
disappeared into her friend's mouth. She was jacking him
off in her friend's mouth. Charles hands were folded under
his face.
Susan started to move, taking more of him into her
mouth. Soon, the edge of Lisa's hand was wet from Susan's
lips where they met on his cock. His scrotum rested on the
other edge of her fist, heavy and warm with the weight and
heat of his balls. It moved, almost seeming to flow over
her hand as she moved it back and forth. The skin on his
scrotum looked so soft and smooth. She leaned forward and
touched him there with her tongue.
His cock was becoming wet with Susan's saliva and
Lisa's hands moved easier and slicker over his cock. After
that one tentative touch of her tongue on his balls, she
leaned back so she could see. Susan reached up with her
hand and found the back of her head. She pulled her
forward, her invitation clear. Lisa followed that lead and
licked his cock between her fist and Susan's mouth. She
let his balls rest flat on her tongue. Her tongue moved
over the skin stretched tight just behind his scrotum. She
knew what she wanted to do.
She moved her tongue up the crack of his ass, feeling
his cheeks on either side of her tongue and feeling the
texture of his hair. She pressed her tongue deeper,
seeking to lick him the way she'd seen him lick Susan. She
felt the tiny ridges that surrounded his asshole and she
licked him there. She was licking his asshole. She had
never been turned on more than she was right now by the
wanton, unabashed sex that was happening.
Charles started to moan and clinch his legs. "If you
don't want to make me come, you both better stop."
Susan moved his cock from her mouth and said, "Come
baby. It's okay." She looked at Lisa. "Get him off in my
mouth." Lisa could only nod.
Lisa continued to watch close as she stroked his cock.
He started to move his hips back and forth. It is like
he's fucking her mouth, Lisa thought. I want this. I want
to do this.
She moved his cock harder and harder. Suddenly, she
was surprised to feel one of Susan's fingers press into the
leg of her shorts. She moved her leg to give Susan more
access and the finger slipped beneath her panties. She
knew that Susan could feel how wet she'd become.
Susan's thighs were clenching, pressing her clit
between folds of skin. She could feel the wetness between
Lisa's legs. Because of the position they were in, she
could not get her finger inside Lisa, but she ran it back
and forth, trying to get an angle where she could stimulate
Lisa's clit. Her mouth remained on her husband's cock.
"I'm gonna come," he said.
Lisa put a hand flat on his ass. She could feel the
muscle there, tightening and releasing, pumping as his cock
pumped in and out of Susan's mouth. She wanted to watch.
She could see his ass glistening from her saliva. His cock
and her hand glistened from Susan's saliva.
By clenching her legs, Susan gave herself a small
orgasm. Lisa moved her hips, trying to press as hard as
possible against Susan's finger. Charles moved his hips as
if her were fucking, trying to stretch out the sensations
and achieve release, all at the same time.
Lisa put her face closer to watch. He started to
come. For the first time in her life she felt a cock
pulsing in orgasm in her hand. She watched with
fascination the spasm of the root of his cock. Susan laid
her head flat and still, holding her mouth open, she let
Lisa's hand do all the work. Lisa pumped his cock. He
started to ejaculate. He resisted the urge to plunge his
cock into his wife's mouth. He raised his hips, wanting
Lisa to be able to see.
Lisa watched his come erupt from his cock and shoot
into Susan's mouth. Susan laid her tongue flat against the
underside of his cock and swallowed as he emptied into her
mouth with a groan.
"Oh my god," Lisa said. Susan removed her finger from
Lisa's shorts and for a moment, Lisa put her hand between
her legs and squeezed, trying to appease the sexual itch of
her pussy.
Charles carefully rolled to the side and lay flat on
the floor. He laughed. "Well, that was nice."
"Yes, it was," Susan said.
"I cannot believe we did that," Lisa said.
"Did you enjoy?" Susan asked.
"You know I did. That was the hottest, nastiest thing
I've ever done."
"Did you enjoy jacking him off in my mouth?"
"Oh, yes."
"Did you enjoy licking him?"
"Yes."
"I couldn't see. Did you lick his ass?"
She blushed, but answered. "Yes."
"Fun, isn't it?"
"Oh, yes."
Charles propped his head up on his hand and said,
"We're not through you know."
"Yes," Lisa said quietly, "I know."
Part III
Charles stood, naked and dripping, and pulled the
girls to their feet. Lisa was dressed completely, and
could feel her panties pull wetly away from her skin when
she moved. Susan was naked from the waist down and her
shirt remained unbuttoned. The scent of sex permeated the
room.
Charles put his arm around the shoulder of both girls
and they put their arms around his waist. He looked at
Lisa. She had not climaxed. She was so horny she was
short of breath and her tummy kept clinching spasmodically.
Her knees were actually shaking. She did not care what
happened next, just as long as things kept happening.
"So, Lisa, let me ask you something. Have you ever
thought about Susan in a sexual way?"
"Well . . . what do you mean?"
"What I mean is have you ever looked at Susan and
thought about having sex with her?"
"Uh . . ." Lisa found it hard to admit that over the
last many years, ever since high school, whenever she
thought about what it would be like to be with another
girl, she thought about Susan. Not that she thought about
it all the time.
"She's thought about you. I know, she's told me."
Susan hit him on the ass and said, "Charles!"
"Well, it's true. I mean, after all, I come home and
you're telling Lisa about our kinky sex practices. Is it
wrong to tell her that sometimes you pretend she's in bed
with us."
Susan laughed. "Well, I don't guess it makes a bit of
difference now, does it?"
Charles looked at her innocently. "Lisa, you helped
fulfill one of Susan's fantasies today by jacking me off in
her mouth. I'm sure she enjoyed it. Didn't you dear?"
Susan looked at Lisa to gauge her reaction. Her eyes
were open wide, but she didn't look angry and she didn't
pull away. "Yes," Susan said quietly, "I enjoyed it a
lot."
"So Lisa, I guess I'm asking if you enjoyed. Did you
like being involved like that?"
"Yes."
"It doesn't turn you off to be sort of having sex with
Susan?"
"No. I confess. I've wondered what it would be like
from time to time."
"Would you like to find out a little more what it
would be like?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, Susan and I are standing here half naked and
I think we need to do some more stuff. I don't think
either of you two have had a good orgasm. I'm just
wondering what you're willing to do. Susan, what are you
willing to do?"
Susan looked intently at her friend. "Anything."
"Lisa, what are you willing to do?"
Lisa stared at Susan. As hard as it was for her to
believe, she felt her arousal growing. "Anything," she
said.
Susan and Lisa reached for each other. Charles
stepped back so they could hug. As they hugged he ran his
right hand down Lisa's back and his left hand down Susan's
back. Susan's head was right next to Lisa's when his hands
reached their bottoms and he gave each of them a squeeze.
Susan hugged Lisa tighter and said, "Hmmmmm, nice."
Lisa hugged her back. She could feel Susan's breasts
pressed against her as Susan's shirt opened around them
both. Charles's hands seemed to press them together and
the front of their thighs made warm contact. She said
"Yes. Very nice."
Susan slipped her shirt off her shoulders and dropped
it to the floor. She stepped back from Lisa and reached
for the bottom of her t-shirt. Lisa raised her arms as
Susan pulled her shirt off over her head.
Charles stepped back a step. "Turn around Susan, let
Lisa undo your bra."
She did and Susan's bra joined her shirt on the floor.
Susan was now completely naked. She turned back around and
smiled to see Lisa looking down to see her breasts. Her
nipples were swollen, seeming to be almost small breasts on
top of her breasts they were so distinctly swollen. "I
have always enjoyed your nipples."
Susan laughed. "Now you tell me. Turn around, my
turn."
Lisa turned and Susan undid her bra. It fell to the
floor and Lisa turned to face Susan. Charles looked at
both of the ladies and felt his cock beginning to recover
with a resurging flow of blood. Lisa's breasts were not
quiet as large as Susan's and her nipples were not swollen
the same. Lisa's nipples were a softer, almost pink color
and when hard they crinkled and got a little darker. Each
lady lifted a palm to the breasts of the other.
Charles exerted light pressure in the small of the
back of each of them and urged them closer together. Their
arms slid over each other's shoulders and they moved closer
until their nipples were lightly touching each other.
"That feels very, very nice," Lisa said.
"Susan, take off Lisa's pants." Charles began to pull
his shirt off.
Susan reached down and slipped her fingers into the
elastic waist band of Lisa's shorts. She went to her knees
and slowly pulled Lisa's shorts to the floor, leaving her
in just her panties.
She laid her cheek flat against the front of Lisa's
panties, feeling heat and the soft mound of Lisa's sex
against her face. She breathed deeply to enjoy Lisa's
scent.
Her hands slid up the back of Lisa's legs and over the
rounded firmness of her bottom. She squeezed her, enjoying
the feel of Lisa's ass beneath her hands. She slid her
hands to the side and hooked her fingers into the waist and
pulled her panties slowly down and to the floor.
Lisa looked down and found it terribly exciting to see
her friend kneeling, lifting her leg to remove her panties
from one leg and then the other. Susan turned and pressed
her face into Lisa's pussy for a second and then stood
again in front of her, their nipples just touching with
each breath.
Susan was filled with affection for her life long
friend and gave her another hug. "Lisa, anytime you say
stop, we will. I'm enjoying this a lot, but I do not want
to do a thing you are uncomfortable with, do you
understand?"
"Yes. I know. Please don't stop. Either of you."
Charles said, "We started this because you had an
interest in some kinky sex. If I get too kinky, really all
you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will."
"Okay, Charles. I don't think you're going too many
limits with me. So far I've never enjoyed anything more.
I wanted to be Susan when you were fucking her mouth. I
licked your asshole. Don't worry about me."
Charles and Susan laughed. "Okay," Susan said, "We're
not going to worry about you then." With that she leaned
over to give her friend a kiss. Susan intended for it to
be an affectionate kiss, the kind she'd given Lisa many
times before. It surprised her when Lisa pulled her tight
and opened her mouth under Susan's. It was Lisa's tongue
that first moved, gently passing Susan's lips to seek the
tip of Susan's tongue.
Their kiss became very passionate.
Lisa reached a hand up to the back of Charles's head
and pulled his face toward theirs. The girls separated
just a bit and soon, each of the three could feel the lips
of the other two. Their tongues got into it. One moment
all three tongues would be touching each other, then one or
the other would press deeper into the mouth of one of the
others. It was the hottest kiss any of them had ever
experienced.
Charles realized that his hands were stroking each of
the ladies in the exact same way, moving from shoulder
blades down to the small of the back, sliding over the
curve of buttocks and then back up again. Occasionally his
hands would move to the sides of the ladies to feel the
swell of their breasts. Through it all, whatever one hand
was doing, the other was doing the exact same thing, just
on a different lady.
He said, "Y'all stand there and look at each other.
Let your nipples just touch and look into each other's
eyes. I want you each to know that whatever you feel my
hand doing, the other is feeling the exact same thing."
The ladies stood as he asked and just smiled at each
other while his hands caressed their backs. He circled
lower and lower until finally his hands slid over the
curves of their buttocks and he reached beneath them,
cupping their asses in his hands. Their smiles grew wider
and fed on each other as they realized the sensations they
felt were being duplicated on the other.
Charles's fingers lightly traced the pathway of the
cleft in each ass, moving from low up toward their back.
He did not try to press between their cheeks. He just
lightly moved his fingers up until he could feel no more
indentation beneath his fingers.
Then he moved his fingers back down. Lisa kind of
raised up on her toes as, this time, his fingers pressed
between the cheeks of her ass. No one had ever paid so
much attention to the private parts of her ass.
Susan whispered, "Okay?"
"Oh, yes." Lisa thought again how Charles's fingers
would be pressing between the cheeks of Susan's ass at the
same time.
When his fingers moved across her asshole, she almost
did a dip trying to press her legs together to heighten the
erotic tension between her legs. Lisa felt two of his
fingers spread her ass and a third rub with more and more
pressure against her ass. A pleasurable whimper escaped
her lips.
Lisa looked at Susan. Susan had her eyes close and
seemed to be swaying a bit as she enjoyed the sensations of
Charles's finger pressing against her asshole. Susan was
enjoying the fact that because he wanted to move slow with
Lisa, he was moving slow with both of them. Susan was
savoring the over the top heights to which his fingers were
driving them. She opened her eyes to see Lisa looking at
her and she smiled.
Everyone's senses were heightened. Lisa could hear
herself breathing and feel the heat of Charles's breath
when it crossed her breasts. Susan noticed a fine sheen of
perspiration that glistened above Lisa's lip. Charles was
lost in the feel of each of the ladies at his fingertips.
He slid his fingers lower and had to stoop a bit.
Simultaneously each lady spread their legs a bit as his
hands slid between their legs, each hand seeking entrance
to a pussy. Soon, his hands were moving back and forth,
spreading wetness up behind and over their assholes. He
sunk his middle fingers into each lady, seeking to make his
fingers as wet as possible.
Susan smiled and kind of dipped down to open herself
to Charles's finger. She's done this same move before
several times in public, when she and Charles would be
standing in a dark and crowded bar or club. While drinking
and listening to music and his hand would find its way
through the slit in her split skirt to finger her pussy and
her ass in public. It was one of the many thrilling things
they did together.
Lisa jumped a little as Charles's finger pressed
harder against her asshole. She knew that he intended to
press his finger into her. She wanted him to. She looked
at Susan and saw her eyes widen at the sensation of
Charles's other finger pressing into her.
Charles pulled them close, pressing their left and
right breasts against each other and their right and left
breasts against his chest and against each other's. On
each of the ladies the tip of his finger was pressing
harder and harder. The tip of his finger actually slid
into Susan first, probably because she had experienced him
and was more relaxed.
His finger tip pressed harder against Lisa and he felt
an indention forming beneath his finger and then the first
sensation of the tight ring of her ass giving way, opening
to permit his finger to enter her.
Now that she knew what to expect, he pulled his
fingers out for just a moment and rubbed them on the
wetness still clinging to their skin, seeking more
lubrication. His fingers went back to their assholes and
slid in at the same time. He stopped at the first knuckle
and looked at Lisa. Her head was bowed down and resting
against his chest. Susan's cheek rested against Lisa's
hair.
"Okay?" he whispered.
"Oh, yeah, don't stop."
He pressed his fingers deeper, enjoying the tight heat
of their ass. The girls felt his cock pressing against
their legs. Lisa leaned away from Susan for a moment and
his cock rose to a position between their legs. She
pressed back and soon she and Susan moved together,
caressing his cock with their thighs.
Charles pressed his fingers deep and held them there.
He said, "Sometime, we'll get some lube so I can really
finger fuck your ass the way it should be done."
"You'd like that Lisa," Susan said, "I do."
"Yes, I think I would like that. This feels so good.
And so very nasty."
They laughed at that.
"Charles," Susan said, looking up at him, "Lisa hasn't
come yet. I did a little while I was sucking you, but she
needs to come." She held Lisa's head and moved her face up
so that she was looking into her eyes. "Lisa, I want to
put Charles's cock in you and let him fuck you till you
come. Okay?"
"Oh yes. Please."
Part IV
"I think we need to make him hard," Susan said.
"Would you like to help me?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Lay down here Charles." Susan patted the hassock and
Charles stretched across it, his head just resting on one
edge and his feet angled to the floor on the other, his
hips resting right on the edge. With Lisa following
Susan's lead, the ladies ended up on either side of
Charles, their hands slowly fondling his cock.
Susan leaned down and ran her tongue up the length of
his cock while looking at Lisa. Lisa reached out and
tucked Susan's hair behind her ear, and, slowly stroked her
cheek with the back of her hand.
Susan sat up, smiled at Lisa and nodded in the
direction of where Susan's hand held Charles's still soft
cock. Lisa leaned down and licked the tip of him. There
was a slight taste of his come. Imitating Susan, she ran
her tongue from the tip of his cock down to the base, and
then, remembering her earlier thoughts and wanting to be
more than just a follower, she pushed her tongue into the
crease at the top of his leg and licked him there.
"Oh my god," Charles said, arching his torso up toward
the girls.
Susan's hand went to the back of Lisa's head and she
held her lightly, encouraging her to not move her face when
Susan bent down to take the tip of Charles into her mouth.
His cock began to make a speedy recovery.
Both girls licked his cock at the same time. When
Lisa slid her mouth over the tip of him to take him in her
mouth, Susan bent lower to nuzzle and lick his balls and to
take them gently into her mouth. His cock was almost fully
erect.
"Stand up Lisa and straddle him, but don't let him
inside you yet."
Lisa did as Susan asked. With her back to Charles's
face she straddled him and, at the urging of Susan's hand
on her hip, lowered her body toward his. She could feel
the knuckles on Susan's hand on the inside of her thighs as
Susan stroked Charles's cock.
Charles could feel just the very tip of his cock
against the soft, feathery lips between Lisa's legs. His
wife rubbed him back and forth against her slit, creating a
sensation so good he almost wanted to tell her to stop.
Lisa could feel his hardness separate her and without
actually penetrating her, she felt her lips slide on either
side of the head of his cock. Susan was breathless with
excitement at the sight of her friend's pussy, glistening
wet, opening slightly as she rubbed his cock back and
forth.
His cock began to shine from the moisture that
gathered between Lisa's legs. Holding Charles still, Susan
raised up to her knees until her lips were right next to
Lisa's ear. She moved the tip of Charles to Lisa's clit
and pressed her there as she said, "Are you ready to fuck?"
"Oh, yes. Please."
"Get on your knees."
In a scramble, Charles moved and Lisa got on her knees
on the hassock. She lowered her face to the cushion and
raised her hips as high as she could, wanting to show,
wanting her friends to see her in that position.
Susan led Charles around by his cock until he stood
behind Lisa's upraised hips and spread legs. She teased
them both again by rubbing the tip of him up and down
Lisa's wet slit, but keeping her fist closed around him so
that he could not penetrate Lisa.
"You know, Lisa, you keep partying with Charles and
me, one of these days he's going to fuck your ass." As she
said that, she rubbed the tip of Charles's cock up over
Lisa's asshole. "But, not right now."
She moved his cock back down to Lisa's pussy. Using
her free hand she rubbed Lisa and opened her. She pushed
the tip Charles's cock inside Lisa and moved her hand as
she urged him forward. Charles and Lisa both moaned in
appreciation as his cock slid into her. He moved slowly,
savoring the feel of her around him.
Susan pushed her husband's legs apart and lay back
down on the floor with her head positioned between Lisa's
spread knees. She could see his cock sliding in and out of
her friend and the way his cock folded Lisa's pussy lips in
when he slid in and the way her lips rolled out when he
slid back out. Susan's hand went between her legs.
Susan noticed that Charles's cock was getting wetter
and wetter, moisture clinging to him with each stroke.
Susan reached up and grasped his cock, pulled to let him
know what she wanted and, when his cock slid from Lisa,
Susan pulled it down and into her mouth. She savored the
flavor of her friend for one lick, and then two or three.
She pushed him back and he slid easily back in.
Lisa could not see, but she could sense that Susan had
taken Charles's cock from her pussy and sucked him for a
second or two. The thought of that almost made her come.
And then, she felt Susan's lips on her.
Susan held Charles so that he was just inside Lisa.
Susan raised her head and put her tongue at the juncture
where his cock entered Lisa. At that place, her tongue was
on the swollen bud of Lisa's clit. Charles moved as much
as he could without pushing Susan out of the way. As she
moved against Lisa's clit, his cock was sliding against her
lips and tongue.
Lisa began to climax.
As Lisa shuddered and flexed her thighs, Susan lay her
head back down so that Charles could stroke long and deep
inside of Lisa. Susan kept one finger on Lisa's clit and
rubbed her as she climaxed, stopping just before it became
painfully intense to Lisa. A finger on Susan's other hand
insinuated itself between the cheeks of Charles's ass. She
was trying to push it inside his ass, but only got the tip
of her finger a little of the way in when he began to come,
ejaculating into the hot wet center of Lisa's sex.
Susan watched with considerable enjoyment as his come
mixed with the juice from Lisa's pussy, coating his cock
and gathering until it dripped, hitting Susan on the chin.
Without thought, her tongue curled out and tasted the
mingled tastes of Lisa and Charles.
A moment later they were all three sitting side by
side on the couch, Charles in the middle with an arm around
each lady.
"That was fun," he said.
Susan laughed softly and patted his leg.
Lisa said, "I cannot believe we did that. Guys, that
was without a doubt the most incredible sex I've ever had."
"So, you're okay with it?" Susan asked.
"Yes. Thanks. I'm very okay with it, if you are."
Susan laughed. "Who started it?"
"Okay, yes, I'm very okay."
"Good. Want to do some more sometime?"
"Oh yeah, just say the word. I'll get nasty with you
guys anytime." Her hand was idly playing with Charles's
cock.
Part V
The next morning Charles kissed his wife goodbye said,
"Thanks again for yesterday," and left for a few weekend
hours at the office. Susan called Lisa.
"Hey, you still okay?"
"Absolutely."
"No next morning regrets?"
"Not by me. How about you? It was your husband."
"Everything is fine. I'm the one that lost control.
I've wanted to do something like that for a long time."
Lisa laughed and said, "Well I am real glad I was
there when you decided to act on your impulse."
"Well, it's like Charles said, you were usually the
one in my fantasies."
It was quiet for several seconds and Susan worried
that she'd said too much. "Say something. You okay with
that? It doesn't mean . . ."
"Susan, hush. There's nothing wrong with that. I
enjoyed him and I enjoyed you. I've wondered what it would
be like, and you are my best friend. Who better to find
out what it would be like with?"
"Okay, I'm just making sure."
"How about Charles?"
"Charles is a guy. He thinks he's died and gone to
heaven. So, are you going to play with us again some
time?"
"Yes. The only problem I'm going to have is I'm
afraid you two ruined me for normal sex. James is going to
be even more boring when I'm ready for some hot, nasty good
times."
"Well, fair is fair. Charles and I talked about it
and if you want to get James involved, it is okay with us.
In fact, it is more than okay. There are some things I'd
like to try that require at least two men. If you'd share,
that is."
"Susan! You nasty girl."
"Well..."
"I don't know if I could bring it up to him."
"We'll make a plan."
Lisa laughed and said, "Okay, we'll get together and
plot how to convince James that he should fuck two of us
girls. You know, when I say it like that I don't think it
will be that big of a problem."
"So, are you going to come over this morning? Charles
is off at the office and we could start plotting. Or just
go shopping to fill in the blanks from yesterday."
"Give me a little bit. I'm moving slow. I'll be over
in about an hour."
Almost an hour later Susan answered the door and let
Lisa into her house. They looked at each other a little
awkwardly, both of them blushing before they smiled.
"So," Susan said, "Okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. Still in a little shock, but I'm
okay."
"I hope you don't think we planned that. Charles was
as surprised as you. In fact, I guess we all three were
surprised. I know I kind of started things, but, well, it
was an exciting thought and you and I had been talking
about sex."
"It is okay, really. You're the married one. Are you
and Charles okay."
"Yes. We talked about what happened and believe me
we're in good shape. It's almost like it drew us closer.
It allowed us to express some sexual things that can cause
trouble if you keep them secret. I know he wouldn't cheat
on me. I know it sounds silly, but now neither of us has
to worry about the other."
"Okay, good. I wouldn't have done that with out you."
"Oh, Lisa, I know that."
"But, as long as you were there. That was the most
incredible sex I've ever had."
Susan giggled. "Yes, it was pretty good, wasn't it?
It's funny, but I was mostly worried about you finding out
that I'd had a few sexual fantasies about you."
Lisa laughed. "Well, who can blame you?" She struck
an exaggerated pose with one hip thrust out with one hand
on that hip and the other hand cupping her breasts.
They both laughed. "Baby. Baby."
"Besides," Lisa said, "I wasn't lying when I said that
over the years, probably since high school, I've wondered
about what it would be like to do things with you. You
know, whenever I had reason to think about such things."
"Good. Me, too. Now, are we going to get James
involved?"
"Hey, if he can't hang, I'll dump his ass." They
laughed again and hugged.
Lisa was obviously struggling to say something.
"What?" Susan said, "what is it?"
"Well, I'm all embarrassed."
Susan laughed. "Why? Good god I licked your pussy
last night. What are you embarrassed about?"
Lisa laughed. "Yes. Yes. I guess you're right. I
was just wondering, Susan, what other fantasies do you
have?"
"Oh, lots of them. Why? How about you? It sounds
like you want to say something."
"Oh, it's just that I realized I don't have a lot of
fantasies. I mean I know I said I wanted some hot nasty
sex, but I don't think I ever thought about the details."
"Oh, Lisa, I'm sure you do. You're just shy. What do
you think about when you masturbate?"
"Susan!"
"Lisa! Surely you're not going to tell me you never
play with yourself."
Laughing, Lisa said, "No. I don't guess I will. Sure
I play with myself, but I just enjoy the feeling. I don't
usually think about anything in particular."
"You don't usually think about something, but. . .
When was the last time you masturbated?"
Lisa blushed. "I'm still not used to this, but I'm
going to trust you. This morning, right as I woke up."
"Well, then, you're ahead of me. I probably don't
even have to ask you what you were thinking about this
morning."
"I'm sure you know. The thing is, I was kind of
waking up and was having this sexy dream or thought or
something."
"What? What? Tell me. Tell me."
"Well, I think I was thinking about what you said
about how you like being made to do things."
"Yes."
"I had this very vivid thought about a dark, dimly lit
room. There was a long table and there were five or six
guys sitting at the table in business suits. They had
papers and stuff on the table like they'd been working."
"Yes. Go on."
"I could see them because I was sitting in a chair in
front of them."
"Ah, so you're kind of having a little submissive
fantasy, too, aren't you?"
"No. No, I don't think so. I was fully dressed in a
nice dress. A woman walked in and stood in front of the
table. One of the men spoke and said, 'You know what you
must do.' She started to strip off her clothes. She
stripped naked and stood in front of them with her head
bowed, knowing that everybody in the room could see her
naked.
"The man said, 'Go on. Do it.' She turned and walked
back to me and knelt down beside my chair. She bent over
my lap and suddenly I knew it was my job to spank her. I
woke up about then horny as hell. That's when I played
with myself."
"Wow."
Both ladies were quiet for a few seconds, Lisa
blushing hotly and Susan feeling the first tingle of
arousal. Suddenly, Susan understood.
"Lisa," she said very quietly, "the lady you had to
spank was me, wasn't it?"
Lisa turned and looked out the window and could feel
another flush of heat. She looked back at her friend.
"Yes."
"You're turning me on."
"Really?"
"Really. So, you have spanking fantasies."
"No. Well, not usually. Damn, I guess I do. I think
it the taking control that turned me on."
Again, it was quiet for several seconds before Susan
said, "You know Lisa, I was truthful when I said I like to
be made to do things."
Lisa looked at Susan and wondered if she was reading
more into that statement than Susan intended. She nodded.
Lisa cleared her throat so she could speak. "So, does
Charles worry about you being alone with me now?"
"No. As long as it is just you, he's okay. Why?"
The "why" was a challenge.
"I was just wondering."
"No. You don't have to worry about Charles."
"I'm not worried. I was just wondering."
They sat looking at each other for a long time,
neither knowing exactly what to say.
"Lisa," Susan finally said, "I enjoy being spanked.
Does it turn you on to think about me being spanked?"
"Yes."
"Does it turn you on to think about you spanking me?"
"Yes."
Susan stood and walked over to stand in front of Lisa.
Lisa stared up at her. Susan bowed her head and lowered
her eyes. She held her hands together, crossed at the
wrist and held them toward Lisa.
There was a surge of arousal in Lisa when she saw the
submissive pose struck by Susan. She hesitated only a
moment and then she took hold of Susan's wrists and pulled.
Susan lowered herself to her knees in front of Lisa.
Lisa could only whisper. "Tell me if I do something
you don't want me to do."
Susan did not raise her eyes but she nodded. Lisa
reached out and stroked her friend's cheek with the back of
her hand. Susan trembled at the touch and her arousal rose
another level. Lisa's hand traveled to her shoulder and
down her arm. Susan, almost subconsciously, pushed her
chest forward, offering the sexual part of herself.
Lisa reached out and lightly grasped Susan's breasts.
Suddenly Lisa could hardly take a breath she was so
excited. She felt the warmth and weight of Susan's breasts
through the thin fabric of her shirt and bra. Suddenly she
wanted to squeeze those breasts.
She closed her hands around Susan's breasts, squeezing
harder and harder. Susan's lips parted and she licked her
lips, trying not to make a sound. Lisa parted her legs and
scooted closer to where Susan knelt on the floor. She bent
over Susan, cupped her hands on the underside of Susan's
breasts and bent over to speak into Susan's ear.
"God, I love the feel of your tits."
Susan just nodded. Lisa suddenly reached down and
pulled Susan's blouse off over her head. She pulled her
bra off, not unfastening it, but just pulling it over
Susan's head like she'd done the blouse.
Susan returned her hands to her side and then crossed
her wrists behind her back, offering her breasts to Lisa's
touch. Lisa caressed her roughly, pinching the erect
nipples and squeezing the mass of each breast.
"Stand up," Lisa said forcefully.
Susan stood, keeping her eyes lowered to the floor.
Lisa reached out and unbuttoned the button on Susan's
shorts. She slowly lowered the zipper and the front of
Susan's shorts gaped open. She was wearing pale blue
bikini panties. As she lowered Susan's shorts, she could
see a small damp spot at the crotch of Susan's panties.
"You're getting wet."
"Yes," Susan said quietly.
"This turns you on?"
"Very much so."
"Do you want a spanking?"
"Yes," she said, speaking even softer than she had
before. "Please."
It was turning Lisa on to be fully dressed and to have
her friend becoming naked and aroused while standing in
front of her.
Slowly, Lisa began to lower Susan's panties, pulling
them partway down and just exposing the trimmed patch of
Susan's pubic hair.
"Turn around."
Susan turned. Her panties were tight across her
bottom.
Lisa slid her palms up over the cheeks of Susan's ass,
pushing them underneath the panties through the leg holes.
Her fingers came out at the waist of the Susan's panties.
There was about an inch and a half showing of the cleft
between the cheeks of her ass.
Lisa turned her hands so that the back of her hands
were against Susan's ass. With her hands still underneath,
she grabbed Susan's panties and pulled them down slowly.
She leaned forward so that she was about ten inches away
and watching as the panties slid over the firm, round
cheeks of Susan's ass.
Lisa watched closely and pulled the panties down below
Susan's crotch. Lisa could see Susan's buttocks flair out
and by leaning over just a bit she could see the fleshy
fold of Susan's pussy. Only the slightest change in
texture of skin indicated Susan's anus, which remained
hidden in its private spot.
Lisa pushed the panties to the floor and Susan raised
first one leg and then the other to remove them. Lisa's
face was just beneath the height of Susan's crotch and
suddenly she could smell her friend's arousal. Lisa felt a
surge at the thought that Susan stood there absolutely
naked. Susan stood, holding her breath waiting for
whatever was next.
Lisa took the cheeks of Susan's ass in her hands and
squeezed them hard, wanting to feel them like she'd felt
her breasts, not gently, but with primal pressure. Susan
had to catch herself to keep from being pushed forward.
Cupping each cheek in a hand, Lisa's thumbs lay along
the curve beneath Susan's ass. She squeezed again and used
her thumbs to part her friend's ass so she could see the
puckered entry to Susan's ass. It turned her on that Susan
stood there submissively beneath her hands.
Lisa ran one finger underneath Susan and along the
silky slit that parted the hair between Susan's legs.
Involuntarily, Susan's legs moved another six inches apart.
Lisa drew her finger back, letting it press slightly into
the indention of Susan's pussy. Lisa felt wetness on the
tip of her finger. Without Susan being able to see, Lisa
tasted her friend from the tip of her finger.
Lisa pushed Susan forward and sat up with her knees
together, her feet flat on the floor. "Susan," she said.
Susan turned around and looked at her friend.
Without a word she moved to the side and lowered herself to
her knees. She lay across Lisa's knees and supported
herself with her hands on the floor on one side and her
feet on the floor on the other. On her legs, Lisa could
feel the tight skin of Susan's tummy and the touch of her
pubic hair. Her ass curved up from Lisa's lap.
Lisa laid a hand on her friends ass, caressing her
softly and feeling another surge of sexual excitement at
the fact that her friend was naked and bent over her knees.
Lisa spanked Susan. Ten or more solid slaps of her
hand against Susan's ass.
Susan's ass turned pink then almost red under Lisa's
hand. Susan squirmed and her legs parted a bit more. Lisa
could see into the shadowed recesses between Susan's legs.
The sight of Susan's sex, glistening with lips that were
beginning to swell with excitement, surrounded by the dark
curly texture of her hair made Lisa clench her thighs
tightly together in an effort to put pressure on the
growing sensation between her own legs.
Lisa stopped spanking Susan's ass and moved her hand
between her friend's legs to touch that place that was so
exciting to look at. She caressed Susan there, lightly at
first but with growing pressure until one finger and then
two pushed inside of Susan.
Lisa knew that the best caresses are often on the
outside of a woman's sex with attention being paid to the
clit, but that was not what she wanted to do at this time.
She wanted to fuck Susan with her fingers. She wanted to
press her fingers deep into her friend. She wanted to feel
Susan's pussy tightly close wetly around her invading
fingers. She wanted to touch the deepest part of her
friend.
Susan moaned in cadence with the thrust of Lisa's
fingers, faster and faster. Lisa breathed deep the scent
of Susan's sex. As Lisa plunged her fingers faster and
faster into her friend, her knuckle was rubbing and
bouncing on Susan's clit. Lisa had the two middle fingers
of her left hand inside of Susan.
Lisa leaned over Susan, the forearm and hand of her
right arm lying against Susan holding her down. With her
right hand she spread Susan. She lifted the index finger
of her left hand so that as her other two fingers continued
to push wetly into Susan, her index finger tapped against
Susan's anus with each stroke. She started pressing
harder, trying to penetrate Susan's ass each time her hand
slammed her fingers inside.
Susan was not quiet when she climaxed beneath Lisa's
hands.
Part VI
Susan and Lisa spent some time just sitting with their
arms around each other after the finger fucking given to
Susan by Lisa. Susan remained naked and Lisa remained
clothed while they talked. For some reason, both were
content not to pursue further sex right at that moment. It
gave Lisa time to think and Susan felt like the stillness
gave more meaning to what she'd shared at the hand of Lisa,
it was a time of reflection and bonding.
Lisa left with the acknowledged determination to talk
to her boyfriend James to try and figure out if he was
willing to join in sexual games with Susan and Charles.
Two nights after her afternoon tryst with Susan, Lisa
was lying on her back, her legs spread with James's cock
sliding slowly in and out of her with a steady rhythm.
She'd been fantasizing about her recent adventures and
realized that the sex with James needed to improve. It was
nice, but occasionally, as she'd so lustfully proven, she
wanted more than nice. Sex was supposed to be fun, and it
was, but why not make it as fun as possible?
She whispered in James's ear, "That feels nice."
"Yes, real nice."
"What do you like better? When I suck you or when you
fuck me?"
Hearing her ask that gave James a charge. They never
talked much in bed and hearing her ask if he liked her to
suck him or fuck him was exciting. "I like them both."
His hips speeded up as his excitement increased.
"Well, I wish I could do them both at once but I
can't."
He laughed and moved his hands beneath her, cupping
her ass and pulling her towards him as he thrust.
"Hmmmmmm." She liked the little surge of energy. "I
think you like that idea. Being fucked and sucked at the
same time."
"Too bad it is impossible."
"Well, just imagine. Think what it would be like to
have me like this and another lady between our legs,
licking your cock as it goes inside of me. Would you like
that?"
What has gotten into her? he wondered, but, with
another surge of excitement. He moved faster and spread
his legs, separating her legs even more as his thighs
pressed against her, thinking what it would be like to have
someone there. "Baby, you are turning me on."
She moved her hips faster against him. "Oh, so you
kind of like that idea, do you?"
Okay, he thought, she wants to talk, I'll talk. James
was always careful with his lovers. Too careful some of
them would say, not realizing that he'd had a real bad
experience just before he turned twenty that made him let
every lady lead in matters of sex. He did not want to step
over any boundaries that he could not see.
"Oh, and would you like that?" he asked. "Another
lady licking us there while we fuck?"
"I think I would. It would feel very, very good."
His cock kept up a steady, unrelenting rhythm inside
of her. She felt the rising tension that would soon crest
into an orgasm. "Just thinking about it," she said, "is
going to make me come."
"You are full of surprises." Hearing her say she was
going to come started the tightening that would lead to his
own orgasm.
"And," he asked, "are you thinking of someone in
particular?"
She put her arm around his neck and pulled his head
close, moving her hips faster and feeling her breasts
against his chest, sliding with a thin film of perspiration
between James and her. For a moment she was detached from
their sex and wondering if she should take the next step,
start them down a road leading to James's knowledge of her
desires, and maybe knowledge of her participation in sex
with Susan and Charles. But, she knew where she wanted
this to go.
She put her ear right next to his. "Susan. I'm
thinking of Susan between our legs licking your cock and
holding it as it slides in me."
He started to come. She felt the surge in him and the
rapid, almost erratic thrusts as he sought release. Her
body responded and her climax began to grow, cresting as he
came inside her with hard thrusts. He would push into her
and pause, slide out and push into her again. Finally with
a moan he put his hands under her ass and held her close as
he sought to have his cock as deep inside her as possible
as it pumped his semen into her.
He lay down by her side and she nestled next to him,
enjoying the heat and the scents and the dampness that
surrounded them in bed.
"I think you liked that," she said with a laugh.
"God, whatever made you bring that up."
She just laughed. She wanted to say: because I fucked
Susan and Charles and I want to do it again and have you
watch and I want to watch you fuck Susan and want to fuck
you and suck Charles or vice versa and I want to lay under
you like Susan did me and watch your cock in her pussy and
take you out and taste her off you and maybe Charles could
be tonguing me while I did that and I want to spread myself
in front of everybody again. But, instead she said, "Just
a little fantasy, dear." And laughed again.
She probably could have hooked up with Susan and
Charles again that next weekend, but Lisa felt like she
owed it to James to decide whether he would join them or
whether, well, whether she and James needed to break up.
She didn't love James, not like "be true forever" love, but
she didn't want to live a lie with him. The things with
Charles and Susan had been so spontaneous that she did not
feel that it was cheating. Doing it again would be planned
and, if it were to happen while James thought she was
exclusive to him, would feel like cheating. She didn't
want to do that and would break up with James if necessary.
A few nights later she did the things she did to let
him know that she wanted him to take her to bed. He
started in the way he always did. He lay down next to her
and gently kissed her and started to caress her. She
relaxed, enjoying the slow attention, but her mind was
already racing ahead. Soon, her thoughts had her mind and
her body pushed beyond the desire for gentle. She wanted
to get fucked.
Her kiss became harder. She opened her mouth and
pressed it hard against his. She sucked at his tongue.
James realized that something different was going on
with Lisa this week. It scared him in some ways. Was he
not satisfying her? Was he moving too slow? He knew he'd
lost other girlfriends for that reason. But Lisa was being
aggressive here, surely he could respond safely. He stuck
his tongue in her mouth, letting her suck on it. He sought
her tongue out. He pressed hard against her until it felt
like his lips were bruised.
They moved almost as if they were battling to see who
could kiss the other hardest. His hand was behind her
head. Her hand went to his cock and squeezed.
"I need to get fucked," she said.
"Good. Me too."
Quickly they removed their clothes. He tried to roll
over on top of her, but she pushed back and said, "No. My
turn."
He lay on his back and she moved over to the top of
him. Her legs straddled him and she slid her pelvis back
and forth, seeking to feel his hardness and seeking to make
sure he felt the wet, warmth of her. She bent over him and
kissed him, allowing her nipples to be stimulated by his
chest.
"What's gotten into you lately?" As he said it his
hands moved to her hips to grind her harder against him,
making sure she realized he had no complaints. He could
actually feel his cock and stomach becoming wet as her
pussy slid over him.
"You're going to get into me. Sometimes I like it
slow, sometimes I like it hard. Sometimes gentle is nice,
sometimes I liked to get fucked. Tonight I want to get
fucked."
He pulled her close and sucked a nipple into his
mouth, taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he
could. His hands circled behind her ass and clenched. For
a moment she thought his fingers would slide between her
cheeks and she moved, trying to give him access to her ass.
"I think you like the idea of fucking me."
"Oh, yeah."
"My pussy is wet."
"I can feel it. My cock is hard."
"I can feel it. Do you want it in me?"
"Yes. God, yes."
"In my pussy or in my mouth?" She almost said, or in
my ass, but just couldn't do that. Yet.
"Where ever you want it, babe."
"I want it everywhere."
"Well, you're gonna have to pick one."
She slid down his body, her breasts trailing over his
chest, then separating as they slid around his cock. She
rubbed back and forth there for a moment. He arched his
hips toward her. "Or, maybe you just want to fuck my
tits."
She slid on down, taking his cock in her hand and
stroking its length while holding the tip of him against
her cheek. She could smell the rich scent of him. She
nestled down to the juncture of his right leg and his
torso, seeking the warm aroma of his skin. His cock lay
against her face, the tip caressed by her hair. Her hand
pressed his cock against her face and her tongue touched
him there, right at the top of his leg. Pushing her tongue
through his hair and licking him felt sexy to her. Nasty,
she thought to herself with delight.
"That feels so good," he said.
She just made a happy noise and pressed his cock
harder against her cheek. She laid her hand flat against
his cock and rolled it back and forth against her face.
She could feel his scrotum soft and fluid against her hand.
She trailed her tongue across him, feeling the round
firmness of his testicles beneath the skin. He spread his
legs seeking to give her head more room to tongue him
there.
She licked him lower, seeking to lift his balls on her
tongue. Her hand slowly pumped him, sliding the soft skin
over the swollen muscle.
Her tongue moved to the underside of his cock and
trailed slowly up. She felt the change in texture just
beneath the crown of his cock. His skin was smoother there
and as it became wet from her tongue, she could imagine
nothing slicker, nothing smoother than that tiny patch of
skin.
She made the tip of her tongue as pointed as possible
and slid it up the slight furrow that led to the opening at
the tip of his cock. She could actually feel the opening
separate as the tip of her tongue pressed him there.
Suddenly she had a wild thought. She wondered if she could
fuck him there with her clit. She pressed the tip of her
tongue against him, trying to penetrate his cock.
He moaned and tensed his legs, trying to hold
absolutely still and let her abandon lead to where ever she
wanted it to go.
Her mouth moved to the tip of him with lips pursed as
if to kiss. Slowly she opened her lips, imagining for a
moment that the lips of her mouth were the lips between her
legs. She kept her eyes closed and concentrated on the
feeling of her lips opening for his cock. She slid her
mouth around him, swirling her tongue around the tip him.
Her hand continued to hold him and stroke him.
She imagined him coming then, his cock surging, his
balls emptying of sperm, his muscles contracting to push
the fluid into her waiting mouth. She imagined his sperm
ejaculating into the waiting heat of her mouth. That
thought caused her to take him in her mouth as deep as
possible. She had never deep throated anyone in her life.
She'd never actually thought about it before, but she slid
as far down on him as she could, wanted his cock to take
her deep. She would have taken him into her throat if
she'd known how.
She slid her mouth up and down his cock several times,
until suddenly she became aware of the need for him between
her legs. She rose up and straddled him. Using one hand
to balance herself on the bed, she used the other to guide
his cock to where she was wet and open for him. She slid
down on his cock quickly, wanting to feel him deep inside
her.
His hands moved to the top of her thighs, his finger
splayed around her hips. He arched his back seeking to
drive himself into her. She leaned forward. He thought it
was because she wanted her nipples in her mouth and leaned
his head toward her to do that. She, however, was
oblivious to her breasts. She'd leaned forward to put
pressure on his cock inside her. She wanted to feel the
length of him filling her. She wanted to press her clit
against him and relieve its insistent urge for stimulation.
She moved her hips as rapidly as she could, making the
ancient rhythms concentrate at the juncture of his cock and
her pussy.
She sat up, wanting to press him as deep as possible.
One hand went behind them to grasp his balls and pull them
up against her ass. She pressed them against her, feeling
him between her cheeks and against her asshole.
"You're going to make me come," he said.
"Good. Come in me. I want to feel it."
She actually felt him swell. He moved to meet the
thrusts of her hips. That pushed her over the edge and she
climaxed, turning liquid inside, shuddering and throwing
her head back from the sheer intensity of the orgasm.
Her orgasm, and the fact that he actually felt her get
wetter, pushed him over the edge. He pumped his release
into her, crying out as the wave of his orgasm crested,
feeling like an avalanche of nothing but sensation wracking
his body.
As they both came down from the high of their orgasms,
she laid down on top of him. His cock lay warm and wet
inside her.
"Wow," he said.
"Yes," she said, with the smugness of a woman who
knows her power.
"Were you having fantasies again?
"That wasn't a fantasy, dear, that was real." She
said that before realizing that he asked about fantasies
because her mention of another woman was still on his mind.
"But," she said, "what fantasies were you enjoying?"
"You took all thought away."
She laughed, and said, "Yeah, I know what you were
thinking about. You were thinking about having another
woman in bed with us."
"No. Really, I wasn't thinking of anything but how
good you felt."
She moved off of him and lay close by his side, her
hand idly holding the weight of his flaccid penis.
"You know I don't mind you fantasizing while we fuck.
Don't worry about it."
"I don't worry about it. You didn't give me time to
fantasize about a thing, but if it makes you feel better,
next time I will."
She laughed. "Oh, you will, will you? And what are
you going to fantasize about?" She crossed her leg over
his and pressed her heated and very wet pussy against his
leg.
He took a chance. "I'll think about you and Susan,
okay? I'll think about having both of you naked. I'll
think about her licking my cock while it is sliding inside
you."
"Hmmmm. Would you like both of us to suck your cock
together?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm not stupid."
"You'd like two tongues on you, huh?"
"Yes."
"What else would you like?"
"Well . . ."
"Would you like to watch her lick my pussy?"
He swallowed and wondered again what had got into
Lisa. Whatever it was, he was enjoying it.
"Yes. Would you enjoy that? Having her lick you?"
"I just might."
He leaned back and lifted his head to look at her with
a raised eyebrow.
"Well, I might. Do you have a problem with the idea
that I might like to have Susan lick me?"
"Nope, not me." He put his head back next to hers.
"What if I wanted to lick her?" she asked quietly.
He raised his head back up and looked at her again.
"There are definitely things about you I never guessed."
She laughed. "That's me. Full of surprises."
"But no, if you wanted to lick Susan, I guess, well
gee, I'd just have to watch, wouldn't I?"
"Oh, you could do more than watch. Maybe you'd enjoy
fucking me from behind while my face was between her legs."
She felt the surge of blood to his cock. So did he.
"Lisa?"
"Well, would you like that? Have me on my knees,
fucking me while Susan was spread in front of me?"
"Oh yeah."
"Or maybe, maybe you'd enjoy fucking her and watching
her lick me."
His cock was rising beneath her hands, reacting to the
pictures her words painted in his mind.
She laughed, and said, "I think your cock likes the
idea."
She stroked him harder and harder. She was wet.
"Get behind me." She raised up and got on her knees.
He got on his knees behind her. Her face rested on
the bed, her hips were raised and her legs spread apart.
He could see her pussy, slightly open, her lips swollen
from her desire. It looks completely different this way,
he thought, somehow sexier.
He held his cock and slid it up and down her slit.
His other hand rested on her waist. He enjoyed this. He
enjoyed sheer animal fucking. Because of his past he was
always careful with women, but Lisa was taking him places
he usually only imagined. She moved her hips in a circle,
seeking, without rushing, to feel his cock against her.
She reached back with both hands and putting one of
her hands on either side of her ass, she spread herself for
him. He looked down and could see the darker skin of her
anus and the folds of her skin that led to the opening of
her sex. He pressed the tip of his cock into her pussy.
"Yeah, fuck me."
He pushed into her, watching his cock slide into her.
"I'm watching my cock slide into your pussy."
"I wish I could see."
"It looks real sexy."
"See, if you were fucking Susan, I could watch."
He laughed. "Anytime you want to give her a call, you
have my permission."
She laughed. "Fuck me now. Think about her legs
spread right here in front of me. I'd spread her pussy so
you could see her while you fuck me."
It did not take long for the two of them to climax
again.
Part VII
James sent flowers to Lisa's office on the day
following the night Lisa got on her knees for him and
encouraged him to think about her face between Susan's legs
and Susan's pussy opened by Lisa's fingers.
Lisa called Susan. "Hey, I hope you were serious
about all of us getting together. I think James is
certainly interested."
"Oh my god, did you tell him?"
"Well, not in so many words, but we talked about
having you in bed with us." Lisa was whispering.
"Oh, girl, give it up. What did you say to him?"
"Susan! I'm at work. I can't talk."
"Well, I can. Did you tell him we would both suck his
cock?"
"Nail on the head."
Susan laughed. "Did you tell him I'd like to lie
underneath the two of you and watch him fuck you?"
"Nail two."
"Or, you nasty girl, did you tell him you wanted to
watch him fuck me?"
"Three for three."
"I'll talk to Charles. How about this weekend?"
Lisa laughed. "Well, let's see. Maybe we can just
get together. If things happen, they happen, okay?"
"Oh, I bet things will happen. I'm already getting
wet."
"Well, I'm at work so that's not a good option for me
right now."
"What? You're not allowed to get wet at work?"
"Yes. I think that's in the manual."
"So if I talk to dirty to you, there's nothing you can
do?"
"Yes, that would be correct."
"So, it might cause you discomfort to think about
having James fucking your pussy while you suck Charles's
cock and I suck your nipples?"
"Yes, that sounds like a good idea, but that little
problem we discussed may be about to happen."
"Hmmmm. I'm getting wet, too. I've always wanted to
get fucked in the pussy and the mouth at the same time.
That won't be a problem with you, will it?"
"No. I can't say THAT will be a problem. But, I
really am going to have to go now."
Susan laughed. "Okay, go. I'll talk to you later."
Susan called Charles and he agreed that the four of
them getting together for drinks and dinner on Saturday
sounded like an excellent idea.
They went to dinner at a bar and grill where the
steaks were cooked on a big open pit grill in the middle of
a patio. Charles picked a good white wine, a Gloria St.
Jean chardonnay and James picked a Black Opal merlot from
Australia. Later; after four bottles of wine, Caesar salad
for four, two strip sirloins and two filet mignons; the
group was laughing and having a terrific time.
After the plates were cleared, James picked up his
glass of wine and held it for a toast, "To a great time,
great food, and two terrifically gorgeous ladies."
"Ah," said Lisa, "he's so sweet." She leaned over and
gave James a quick kiss on the lips.
"Ah," said Susan, "he is sweet. Do you mind?" She
leaned over and gave him a kiss, too. He was slightly
surprised and most intrigued that her lips were parted and
he, without a doubt, felt the touch of her tongue against
his lips.
"Hey," Charles said, "I'm sweet, too, you know."
Susan gave him a good kiss. When she was through,
Lisa leaned over and kissed Charles. Their tongues touched
and moved together. James smiled and surprised himself by
getting excited when he noticed Lisa's and Charles's kiss
involved open mouths and lips that moved passionately
together.
"Hey, you two up for a night cap at our house?" Susan
asked.
"Sure," Lisa said.
At the house Lisa and James ended up on the couch.
Charles sat in his recliner while Susan went into the
kitchen to get soft drinks for everyone. Lisa was
determined to push the evening and was sitting close to
James.
"Thank you," Lisa said, "for a great evening." She
kissed James. She would not let him pull his head away.
Her tongue moved between his lips and one hand gripped his
arm firmly. She made a purring sound in her throat and
rolled toward him. "Thank you very much," she whispered
and then continued kissing him.
"Hmmm," Susan said returning to the living room,
"looks like fun." She sat in Charles's lap and started
kissing him.
Lisa's hand made its way inside James's shirt. He was
very surprised and a little worried about how forward Lisa
was being. He could still only believe that their bedroom
fantasies were destined to be only fantasies. He glanced
over at Charles and Susan and noticed that they were
seriously involved with each other. Charles's hand was on
Susan's side with Charles obviously caressing the side of
Susan's breast.
Okay, fine, James thought to himself, he would see
just how far Lisa was willing to go in this passionate
embrace. He moved his hand up her side. As his palm slid
over her side, he could feel her ribs. He let his thumb
slide up the front of her body so that when his hand felt
the gentle swell of her breast at her side, his thumb was
nestled in the crease just beneath her breast. He could
feel the soft warm weight of her breast against his thumb
and the side of his hand.
Lisa moved just a little, pulling her breast away from
his chest to give him room to move his thumb up and over
her nipple. He could feel the hard nub of her nipple and
he circled his thumb around it. She rewarded his move with
a gentle moan deep in her throat.
Across the room Charles had unbuttoned two of Susan's
buttons and was running his fingertips across the swell of
her breasts above her bra. Charles looked over Susan's
shoulder just in time to see James look up at him. Lisa
was kissing James's neck. James's hand was filled with
Lisa's breast. Charles winked at James and smiled.
Charles let a hand drop to caress Susan's ass. James did
the same to Lisa.
Both ladies were unaware of what the other was doing,
but the guys both noticed that both ladies rolled their
hips to give their man easier access to their bottom. Each
guy let their hand slip further under his lady.
James, who had always shown restraint with Lisa,
decided Lisa knew what she was doing and she seemed to want
. . . well, he wasn't sure what it was she wanted, but he
decided that a bit more aggression and a bit more raw
physical activity would not be a mistake. He moved his
hand over her ass and pressed his finger tips between her
cheeks, gripping her ass with lustful attention. She
responded by swinging one leg over his and grinding her
groin against his thigh. At that point he knew that, in
this moment, he had not made a mistake.
Susan tried to straddle Charles and he moved both
hands to her ass. The recliner did not lend itself to
their posture and almost tipped over when she tried to rub
her mound against his cock.
Susan laughed and looked over at the other couple.
James had one hand on Lisa's breast and the other gripping
her ass. Lisa looked back over her shoulder at Susan. She
smiled and their eyes met knowingly.
Susan said, "Guys, Charles and I are going to kill
ourselves in this chair. We're going to the bed. It's
king size and you can have half if you want."
Lisa tugged James to his feet and followed Charles and
Susan to the bedroom.
The couples lay side by side, the girls prone on top
of the guys, kissing their respective mate and rotating
their hips, slowly against their partner. Both men had
their hands fondling the bottom of their partner. James
raised his eyebrows in question to Lisa. She put her lips
beside his ear and whispered, saying, "You okay?"
He nodded. She smiled and mouthed "good." She
pressed her hips harder against him and groaned when his
hands squeezed her bottom.
James glanced over at Susan and Charles. Charles's
face was hidden by the open panels of Susan's blouse.
Susan's head was tilted back, her eyes closed and her hands
on Charles's head. Charles obviously had his mouth on
Susan's breasts. While James watched, Susan shrugged her
shoulders and her blouse slid down her arms. He could not
help but enjoy his view of Susan, her top slipped down, her
bra pushed up exposing her breasts to Charles's mouth and
James's view.
James looked at Lisa to see if he could tell what she
was thinking. She looked at what he was looking at,
smiled, reached down and grasped his cock through his pants
and said, "Sexy, huh?"
"Oh, yeah."
"You don't mind do you?"
"No."
Lisa started unbuttoning his shirt and letting her
lips and tongue trail over his chest.
Susan looked over at her friends and seeing no
objection on James's part, she slipped her shirt and bra
off and tossed them to the floor. She smiled at James.
Charles's hands were on her breasts as she undid his shirt.
Lisa sat up and pulled her top off over her head and
tossed it to the floor. She put her hands behind her as if
to unfasten her bra and looked at James. She raised her
eyebrows as if asking him whether she should proceed. He
nodded and soon her bra joined her shirt on the floor. Her
nipples were swollen with excitement and James raised his
head to take a nipple into his mouth.
Both ladies made moaning noises as the guys sucked and
licked their breasts. Susan reached a hand out to Lisa and
Lisa took her hand. They looked at each other, smiled,
nodded, and gave their hands a squeeze.
At the same time, Lisa and Susan began moving down the
bed until each could get to the waist of their lover's
pants. They unbuttoned and unzipped the pants beneath
them. James looked quickly to confirm that the same thing
was happening with Charles. Charles grinned at him and
shrugged as if to say, "what can we do?"
Their pants slid down their legs and soon the girls
were fondling them through their shorts. Lisa's hand went
to James's waist band and pushed its way to where she could
grasp the solid mass of his cock. Susan's hand on Charles
was not far behind. James sensed more than saw Charles's
erection as Susan pulled his shorts down to free the cock.
James felt the cooler air of the room wash over his cock as
Lisa exposed him in the same way.
As Lisa bent down to take the tip of James's cock in
her mouth, he no longer worried about what was going on.
His eyes closed and he concentrated on feeling the warm,
wet wash of Lisa's tongue over the tip of his cock. He
could hear the noises Susan made as she sucked on Charles.
The bed moved as Charles pushed his hips toward Susan,
seeking to be deeper inside her mouth.
Charles was the first to speak when he said, "You
girls need to get naked."
The girls looked at each other and both climbed off
the end of the bed. Charles and James raised their head to
watch as the two ladies stripped, removing their pants and
panties quickly. The ladies then tugged off the men's
shoes and pulled their pants off. Two cocks pointed
stiffly toward the ceiling.
"God, this is so hot," Susan said, "I am so wet."
"You're not the only one." Lisa said. "Excuse me, but
I'm going to get fucked now."
Susan laughed. "Me, too."
They straddled their respective men and, taking cocks
in hand, they spread their legs, reached underneath
themselves, and together slid down, taking the cocks
inside. James and Charles each moved in rhythm, seeking to
match the movement of the ladies with thrusts of their own.
In a moment, Susan looked over to see Lisa bending
over James, her hips pistoning on his cock, her hands
resting on the bed, and her breasts moving with each plunge
and thrust of her hips. Just the sight was enough to send
Susan to the edge of orgasm. When she tried to take a
breath it turned into a moan of pleasure.
James heard Susan's moan and it sent him to the edge
of an orgasm. He moved his hands to Lisa's hips and
started thrusting harder, seeking release in her depths.
Watching James start to thrust harder into LIsa made
Susan lose it and she had an orgasm, crying out as she
tried to take Charles's cock as deep as possible as her
body shuddered and jerked. The sounds Susan made, and the
movement of James beneath her, were all it took and Lisa
began to climax as well.
Charles was holding back, enjoying his wife and the
friends beside them and the abandonment of everyone having
sex at the same time.
Watching Susan climax actually distracted James and
just at the edge of orgasm, he hung there, not quiet
willing to go the extra step over the edge. He did not
want things to end.
The girls collapsed on their men. Lisa and Susan
looked at each other, giggled and reached out a hand to
each other.
"That was nice, but I don't think Charles came," Susan
said.
"How about you?" Lisa looked at James.
"Not quiet, but that's okay. I will soon, I think."
Susan looked at Lisa and said, "I know what Charles
would like. He wants to come in my ass, don't you dear?"
Charles laughed. "You know me. Always."
Lisa looked down at the expression on James's face.
"I've never done that. Have you?" She asked him.
"No. I tried once, but we couldn't do it."
It was very quiet in the room for a moment. Then,
Lisa said quietly, "Would you like to try with me?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I want to try and take you in my ass. Okay?"
"Sure."
Susan bounced off the bed and said, "Cool, hang on
I'll get the lube."
She opened a drawer on the nightstand and pulled out a
bottle of lube. She looked at Lisa and said, "Charles was
so gentle the first time we did it. Let us show you how.
You can do it like we do."
Susan climbed back on the bed, rolled over Charles,
pushing him backward with her hip and told Lisa, "Get on
your side facing me."
Lisa moved off James and lay on the bed about a foot
and a half from Susan. The men lay behind them. Susan
reached back and squirted lube into Charles's hand. She
held the lube toward James. He reached a hand out and she
put a large dollop in his palm.
"Always use lots of lube," Susan said. "Put some on
her ass, push a little in... hmmm... yeah, like that," she
said looking back at Charles. Charles's fingers were
rubbing her, pushing part of the way into her ass to spread
the lube.
James reached down to Lisa's ass and, using two
fingers, spread lube over her asshole. Seeing that Susan
had done the same, Lisa reached back with one hand and
spread her cheeks to give James easy access. For some
reason, James found that to be very sexy.
"Be sure and lube your cock. Then, leave the bottle
here in the middle so either of us can get more lube if we
need it."
James followed Susan's instructions.
"Now, it will be a little easier for me, but I'm going
to try to describe how to make it go slow and gentle.
Okay?"
Lisa could only nod. Even though she had just
climaxed, she was very excited about what was happening.
"Now, James," Susan said, "you have to let Lisa kind
of be in control. Hold your cock in your hand so that you
can't accidentally slip in. Start to masturbate against
her asshole, but don't come. If you need to rest, rest
first."
"No, I'm okay." James's hand started to stroke his
cock. The tip of him was buried in the slippery warmth
between her cheeks, pressed against her skin. It felt very
good to him. It felt very exciting to Lisa.
Charles was doing the same thing with Susan.
"Hmmmmmm," Susan said, "just enjoy the way that feels.
Feels good, doesn't it Lisa?"
"Oh yeah."
"Well, as he holds it and rubs it against you start
putting a little pressure against him. Try to keep him
centered on your asshole."
Lisa did just that, she started moving her hips and
thrusting gently back against the cock that pressed against
her. She could feel the knuckles on James's hand pressing
against her bottom. She could press hard against him and
his hand would keep him from plunging too quickly inside
her unused ass.
"Keep doing that and enjoy the feeling." Susan closed
her eyes. She had a hand on Charles's hip urging him
against her.
"Now, I can feel myself opening up to him, but that's
because I'm used to this. You need to try and relax as
much as possible. When it slips in, you'll be surprised at
how easy he'll slide in."
Lisa pressed harder against James. She could feel her
asshole give just a little against the spongy tip of him.
It didn't really hurt. There was a pressure, but it was an
erotic feeling, a feeling enhanced by the very forbidden
nature of what they were about to do.
"Can you feel him trying to get inside?" Susan asked.
"Yes."
"James, don't thrust, but slide your hand back to give
her room. Let her control the penetration"
Although it wasn't necessary, because of their
experience, Charles did the same thing. He stopped his
movement and let Susan control. Susan pressed her back
against him.
"It might help if you hold him," she told Lisa.
Lisa reached back. Her hand grasped his cock and he
moved his hand further away to give her room. She extended
a finger and felt her asshole. She rubbed the finger
around to gather lube and press it against her hole. Using
the finger as a guide she pressed the tip of his cock right
against her opening.
Lisa held him and moved her hips back, pressing with a
steady pressure. She watched Susan doing the same thing.
She reached a new plateau of excitement.
James felt her start to give beneath his cock. It was
as if an indention had formed in which he was centered.
The tight ring of her ass started to spread, giving way to
the pressure.
Lisa felt the tip of his cock slide into her ass. It
surprised her that it did not hurt at all, it felt as good
as when she had occasionally fingered her ass while
masturbating.
It was all James could do to keep from plunging into
her. He wanted to bury his cock into her ass.
Charles's cock was slowly sliding into the more
experienced Susan.
"That's right," Susan said when she noticed Lisa's
eyes widen a bit at the sensation and a small smile of
triumph appeared on Lisa's face. "Push on back."
Lisa pressed harder. Her ass slowly opened, slick
with lube and hot with her inner heat. Her hand controlled
him as he slowly slid in.
It hurt a bit, being stretched like that for the first
time. The sensations could not be separated. There was a
bit of pain, but it was almost, or maybe completely,
pleasurable. There was a new feeling of fullness, of
having a cock up her ass for the first time ever. There
was Susan in front of her fucking Charles with her ass.
There was the smell of sex. There was sweat. There was
the feeling of James behind her. It was hot. It was
nasty. It was sex. It was good.
James was maybe an inch and a half inside her, the
rigid shaft just grasped by the tight ring at the opening
of her. She moved her hand away from his cock and rested
it on his hip.
He started to press forward, but Lisa said, "No, wait,
let me get used to you. I've never done this."
He stopped. She breathed deep, enjoying all the
sensations of what she was doing.
It felt like he might slip out. She put a little
pressure on his hip with her hand and said, "Okay, just a
little more. Slowly."
He pushed forward. Slowly. His cock spread her and
moved slowly into her lubed passageway. He pushed in about
three inches and paused. James and Lisa could see that
Charles was moving back and forth, fucking Susan's ass.
Susan's back arched and she smiled at the sensations of
Charles's cock inside her.
James withdrew a little and pressed in. He took the
lube and added more to his cock right where it pressed into
Lisa's body.
"Yes," Lisa said, "go ahead, fuck me."
James pushed a little deeper and pulled back. He
pushed deeper and pulled back. He was fucking her ass now,
trying not to go too fast or too hard.
Lisa was enjoying the sensation of his cock in her
ass. She moved a hand to her clit. Susan noticed the
move, and with a smile, Susan took Lisa's hand and moved it
and pressed it against herself. She put her hand on Lisa
and stretched two fingers, one on each side of Lisa's clit
and began stroking her in time with the slow movement of
James's cock in Lisa's ass.
Charles was starting to move faster. He knew that
Susan would let him know if he got to forceful, and he
wanted to fuck harder. He wanted to come.
Susan had no desire to stop him. An orgasm was
building in her beneath Lisa's fingers and the surge of
Charles's cock inside her backside.
Lisa realized with a start that she was flowing toward
an orgasm. It did not feel like the orgasm was building
because Susan was stimulating her clit. As nice as that
was, this orgasm was being stimulated by the cock in her
ass. It seemed to be stroking her clit on the inside.
Soon, Lisa felt James's pubic hair brush against her
ass and she took a deep breath. His cock was deep in her
ass and she was definitely enjoying the sensation.
Next to Lisa and James, Charles was passing the point
that made an orgasm inevitable. He was fucking faster,
taking himself to the edge. Susan's hand on his hip urged
him on, pulling him into her ass, moving with the power of
him.
James started to orgasm. He resisted the urge to slam
into Lisa's tender ass. To let her know, he said, "I'm
coming."
"Go ahead," Lisa said, "Push deep, come deep in my
ass."
Hearing her was all it took. He pushed harder. The
orgasm took control, blanking his mind and his thought and
his motion with the avalanche of pleasure that seized his
entire body. He could feel the sperm surge through his
body and squirt into Lisa's ass. His orgasm was more
intense than he could ever remember before.
Charles came in Susan's ass just as Susan's orgasm
wracked her body. His hands were on her breasts pulling
her back to him as his cock emptied inside of her.
There were gentle moans and small laughter as the four
of them basked in the heated moments after their
lovemaking.
James smiled as Susan bent over and gave him and then
Lisa a kiss.
Lisa felt Susan's tongue against hers and opened her
mouth willingly to the warmth of Susan's kiss.
Later, at Lisa's apartment, warm from a shower, Lisa
and James fell asleep, his arms around her, her bottom
pressed against the soft weight of his cock.
Part VIII
On Monday, Lisa's co-workers gave her a hard time
about receiving another dozen roses from James. She called
him.
"I guess you're okay with what happened at Charles and
Susan's house."
"Yes. That was very wild, very hot and yes, I'm okay
with it."
"I know this may not be the time and place, but I need
to ask you. Would it bother you if I wanted things to get
wilder and hotter?"
"I don't think so. What do you mean?"
"Think about whether you're interested in living out
our fantasy. You know the one where Susan joins us. But
keep in mind that you would have to be okay with sharing me
with Charles."
"Lisa, I . . ."
She cut him off. "No. Think about it and we'll talk
about it later. Come over after work."
He knocked on her door. She had just showered and was
in a bathrobe when she answered the door.
He laughed. She realized how it must look and
laughed, saying, "I really didn't intend to greet you half
naked. I just got out of the shower." She was blushing.
"Its okay. I like you half naked."
"Yeah, but we need to have a serious conversation and
this makes it hard."
"Yes, it does make it hard." Actually their
conversation was starting to make him hard.
She blushed again and punched him on the shoulder.
"No, that's not what I mean. I really want to talk
serious."
"Okay," he said. "Serious it is. I really am okay
with what happened. I just want to make sure you are."
She hugged him. "Yes, I am. In fact I've stayed
horny all day thinking about what we did. Did you enjoy
watching Susan?"
"Yes. And I think you enjoyed watching them, too."
"Yes. I did. You know I halfway thought that might
happen."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, well Susan and I have been friends a long time
and we'd been talking."
"Did you plan that?"
"No... well, not really... maybe sort of... Not in detail,
we just agreed that if it ever did happen we'd probably
enjoy it."
By this time they were sitting on the sofa. His arm
was around her shoulder.
"So, what else do you think you might enjoy."
She took a deep breath. "Here's the thing James.
Some times I really like romantic seduction and lovemaking.
But I'm starting to learn that I really like down and nasty
sex. Whether it is just with you or if wilder things
happen. I really, really enjoy nasty sex."
He was getting hard. "Look, Lisa, I know that
sometimes I've moved kind of slow. Maybe I've been too
careful, but that's only so you wouldn't get freaked out or
pissed off. I really enjoyed what we did, and we can go as
far as you would like."
She smiled at him. "Let's make a deal, okay? We can
talk to each other about anything sexual okay? And the
other won't freak out."
"Deal."
"So, what's your freakiest fantasy?"
He laughed, "Oh, no... you're not tricking me like that.
I can be as freaky as you want, but I'm not sure I've even
had my freakiest fantasy. Right now I'm overwhelmed by
reality."
"Well, just so long as I can trust you if I get wild."
"Trust me. You have me hard right now."
"Oh?" She reached over and rubbed his hard cock
through his pants. "I'll make a deal with you. I'll tell
you a fantasy about something I'd like to try if you'll
tell me one, too. And you can fuck me while I tell you."
He laughed. "Okay. We have another deal."
In the bedroom they stripped. Lisa lay back on the
bed, her legs spread for James. He got between her legs,
his hard-on in his hand. She smiled and arched her hips as
he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down the slit between
her legs. He looked down and could see the tip of him
spread her lips as it slid back and forth.
He pressed the tip of his cock in slowly until just
the head of his cock was inside her. "Okay," he said,
"tell me that fantasy."
His hands were on her hips. She squirmed against him,
trying to rotate her pussy around the tip of his cock. She
smiled, and said, "Well, if we continue our games with
Susan and Charles, I'd like to have Charles just like this,
his cock inside me fucking me nice and slow.
"I'd like to have my head laying over the side of the
bed so that you can stand beside the bed and I can suck
you."
James started stroking his cock in her a little faster
and for a moment she was quiet, enjoying the sensations of
his cock inside of her.
"I'd like to feel both of you come at the same time.
Him in my pussy and you in my mouth." With that she looked
up at him. "You never come in my mouth and sometimes I
might just enjoy that. Would you do that for me if I
wanted you to?"
James pushed the length of his cock inside of her.
"You would really enjoy that?"
"Yes. Very much."
"I never realized that. I always thought you'd want
me to pull out first."
"No. I promise, if I want you to pull out, I'll make
it clear."
"I never had someone that enjoyed that."
"Well, you're with me now and the fantasy I want
fulfilled is to have come squirting into my pussy and my
mouth at the same time."
James was stroking inside of her faster. He was
amazed to realize that he was already close to an orgasm.
Her pussy was wet and she was moving in rhythm with his
strokes. She felt him quicken his movement and it even
felt like she felt his cock swell inside of her.
"You know," she said, "you don't have to wait until
we're with them to come in my mouth. You can do it now if
you want."
"Oh, god," he said, "you have me close to coming."
"Come in my mouth. Please?"
James moved back so his cock slid out of Lisa. She
put her legs together as he moved up to straddle her body.
She pressed her legs tightly together, seeking to keep the
stimulation of her clit.
James had his legs on either side of her. Her breasts
pressed softly against his thighs. She gently held his
hips with her hands, looked up at him with a smile, and
opened her mouth for him. He took his cock in his hand and
started to stroke himself to a climax. She raised her head
just a bit and he moved so that the tip of his cock was on
her tongue. She was so turned on the pressure she was
putting on herself by clenching her legs together was
sending tiny electrical shocks through her groin.
Looking down, James could see the swollen head of his
cock resting on her tongue. He pushed forward a little and
she closed her lips around him. She could feel the edge of
his fist against her chin as he stroked himself. He pulled
back and she opened her mouth, keeping her tongue flat so
that his cock rested there.
"I'm coming." He started to ejaculate. He watched
his semen squirt into her mouth. He could see it on her
tongue just before she lifted her head to close her lips
around his cock. His cock surged again and he saw her
throat work as she swallowed his sperm. He cried out in
pleasure and collapsed forward, resting his hands on the
headboard to keep from smothering her.
Lisa put her hands on his butt and pressed him into
her mouth, seeking to take his cock as deep as possible for
the last surges of semen into her.
"Oh my god," he said as he moved to lie down beside
her.
"That was very, very hot. Thank you," Lisa said.
He laughed. "Thank you. I can't believe you did that
for me."
She smiled and snuggled against him. "I enjoyed it."
"It was so cool to see myself squirt into your mouth.
Thank you, thank you, thank you." He peppered her face
with kisses. She laughed.
"I wish I could watch. Sometime you'll have to let me
jack you off into Susan's mouth so I can watch you come on
her tongue." She smiled a secret smile at the memory of
watching Charles ejaculate into Susan's mouth that day she
first got wild with Susan and Charles.
"Now remember," Lisa said, "you still have to tell me
one of your fantasies."
"Well, that was one of them right there."
"Yeah, but it doesn't count, because that one was
mine. Tell me another." Her hand was on his semi-soft
cock stroking lightly.
"Hmmmm, let me think. Knowing that you are not
opposed to playing with Susan opens up all sorts of new
possibilities."
"I want to hear a fantasy that you've already had, not
one that you're thinking about because of what we're going
to do with Susan."
"Well, I've certainly had the standard male fantasies
of sex with two women before."
"No. Tell me something different. It doesn't even
have to be really possible. Just a fantasy that turns you
on. In fact, tell me the last fantasy you remember that
did not involve me."
He looked at her. She kept stroking his cock and
smiled at him sweetly. "It's okay, you know," she said, "I
won't get jealous or mad. Everybody has fantasies. Well,
everybody should have fantasies."
"Okay." He decided to trust this new Lisa that had
made herself known. "Last week at work, Mrs. Richardson
chewed me out for a missing report but she was wrong. I'd
finished the report early and had already put it in the
system where it was supposed to be. When I pointed it out
she just said, 'Oh, sorry" and went back to her office.
"I was a little pissed at her for making such a big
production in front of everybody and then just walking off.
I thought about what I'd have liked for her to do."
"Oh, what's that?"
"I'd have liked for her to have to apologize by
letting me spank her naked ass and then have my way with
her."
Lisa propped herself up on her elbow and looked at
him. "Really?" she said.
He nodded. "Well, that's the last sexual thought I
remember without having you involved." He was a little
worried that despite what she'd said, Lisa would get mad at
him.
Lisa kept stroking his cock gently but actually felt
him soften a little bit. "You know something?" she said,
"Susan likes to get spanked. Would you like to spank her
sometime?"
He looked at her. "Man, the two of you really talk to
each other, don't you?"
Lisa laughed and said, "Yes. We do. So, would you like
to spank her sometime?"
She felt his cock getting harder.
"Yes, if it would be okay, I think I would, if she
enjoys it. Once, when I was a teenager I went to my
girlfriend's house one night. Before I could knock on the
door I heard her dad and mom yelling at her for smoking. I
liked that because I didn't like her smoking either. I
stood on her porch in the dark and listened. Before I knew
it I heard her dad tell her to bend over the couch. I
couldn't believe it. I was able to see in the window and
despite her protests, she bent over the end of the couch
and got a spanking. She was sixteen at the time and it
turned me on to see her bent over like that. That might
have been the start of my fantasy about spanking somebody."
"See," Lisa said, "it's okay for you to tell me that.
It makes me hot to think about you getting turned on by
spanking. You know I've never had a lot of fantasies about
spanking, but I've been thinking a lot about what Susan
told me and who knows, maybe you'll get to spank us both
some time." She also remembered spanking Susan and how
excited that had made her. Lisa had a feeling that sex in
the future was going to really be interesting.
PART IX
As the weekend approached, Lisa called Susan and
asked, "Hey, are we going to try to get together this
weekend?"
"Well, maybe we can do something on Sunday, but
Charles told me not to plan anything on Saturday because he
has made plans for us."
"Okay, give me a call if you want to do something."
After she hung up the phone, Lisa was surprised to realize
she felt a little bit jealous. She was able to laugh it
off and it actually did her good to be reminded that the
four friends were actually two couples. She suddenly
realized it would be good to reinforce that by following up
the sex play that she and James had enjoyed with Susan and
Charles with a date alone with James.
On Saturday, as she got dressed for a night out with
Charles, Susan asked him, "What's up? Why the special
plans?"
He shrugged and said, "Well, we did our thing with
Lisa and we did our thing with James and Lisa. I got to
thinking about how incredibly lucky I am to have you and
how incredibly lucky we are to have a relationship like
that and I wanted to remind you how much I love you."
Tears came to her eyes and she hugged him hard.
They went to eat at one of the finest restaurants in
town. Afterwards he took her to Colson's, an upscale bar
on top of one of the buildings downtown, where they had
cocktails and they danced. She realized that one of the
biggest turn-ons of the evening was that not once had he
asked her where she wanted to go or what 2she wanted to do.
Unlike most evenings out, he had taken complete charge. On
this evening that was perfect.
During a slow dance Susan was very aware of the warmth
between their bodies, his hands firm on her back. She
pressed against him wanting to press her breasts and thighs
and torso against her man. He made a sound of pleasure and
she tilted her head to whisper in his ear.
"You know, it doesn't require this to get me in bed."
He laughed. "This is not about trying to get you in
bed. This about how much I love you."
"I love you, too, and even if this is not about trying
to get me in bed, let me just say, as a woman, I am getting
very wet for my man."
He laughed, held her tight and said, "Well, my lady,
you get as wet as possible because I want to taste you
later."
They held each other tighter and swayed together to
the music.
At about the time Charles and Susan were dancing, and
getting very horny for each other, Lisa and James were
pulling into the parking lot of the Easy Slide Rhythm and
Blues Club. James picked Lisa up earlier that night. She
had told him not to expect to go out with Charles and
Susan, and, yeah, he was a little disappointed about that.
Truth was, so was Lisa, but there was no reason the new
expansion of their sexual horizons could not enhance the
two of them alone.
They parked at the club and Lisa said, "You're not
disappointed about not being able to fuck Susan and me both
tonight, are you?"
Her forthrightness surprised James, but he liked it.
"No, of course not. I'm sure if everything works, and we
all want it, we'll enjoy each other again, but I will
always enjoy you the most."
"Good answer." She laughed. "Just so you know, if
you keep being honest with me and let me be honest with
you, other things are going to change, too."
"What do you mean?"
"You and I usually go out, have fun and go back to my
place or your place and have sex, right?"
"Well, yeah."
"The sex is good and important, right?"
"Sure. It is not the only reason I enjoy being with
you, but you bet I enjoy the sex."
"Especially lately?" She reached over and gave his
cock a rub through his pants.
He laughed. "Yeah, lately the sex has been a little
more. . . um . . . kinky? Intense? Something."
"I like kinky."
"I do, too. A lot of the time. That doesn't mean
there won't be times when I want to make love with you,
nice and slow."
"Hmmmmm, you better, but just so you know, tonight you
don't have to be slow."
"Okay. It's a deal. Tonight is kinky night."
"Good. Then you'll understand when I do this." Lisa
hiked her skirt up and reached underneath. He could see
the smooth expanse of her thighs above the dark, thigh high
stockings she was wearing. His cock began to get hard.
She raised her bottom off the car seat and slid her
black panties down her legs and off. She tugged her skirt
down, smiled sweetly, and said, "Okay, I'm ready."
"Wait just a minute. Let me see those."
She handed him her panties. It excited him that they
were warm from her body heat. He held them to his face and
breathed deep. The aroma of her excitement was very
evident. He looked at her and said, "Your pussy smells
delicious."
"Good. Now let's get in the club before I soak the
back of my dress."
With a grin, he hung her panties over the rear view
mirror of the car. She smiled and got out of the car. He
let his hand rest on her bottom as they walked into the
club.
While Lisa and James were enjoying their first ice
cold glasses of vodka, Charles and Susan were finishing
their last cocktail and getting ready to go to their house.
They walked arm and arm to the car. Charles kissed her
before he opened her door, his hands on her bottom pulling
her close to him.
"Let's get home," she said, "I want you inside of me."
The Easy Slide was crowded. Lisa and James found a
place at the end of the bar right next to one of the
waitress stations. There they could stand crammed together
and watch the crowd. An advantage was that this corner was
a little dark and a little out of the way. It wasn't long
before Lisa felt James's hand on the back of her thigh.
She made a sound of pleasure and moved closer to him,
assuring that no one else in the room could see his hand
sliding up under her skirt.
"You know, my kinky girlfriend, you could have left
your panties on and I might just have taken them off right
here."
"Oh, you would, would you? You like me being naked
under this skirt, don't you?"
"Yes I do." His hand slid further, until he could
feel the curve of the cheeks of her bottom against the side
of his hand. "I like being able to feel your naked ass."
She squirmed a little against his hand. "Can you feel
that I'm getting wet?"
He curved his hand between her legs. She spread her
legs just a little to give him more room. "Yes," he said,
"I can tell." He could feel her, heated and moist between
the legs.
Charles and Susan arrived at their home and headed
straight for the bedroom. Without taking their eyes from
each other, they stood on either side of the bed and pulled
back the bedspread. Standing on opposite sides of the bed,
they started to undress, watching each other with pleasure.
"You are so beautiful and sexy," Charles said.
"Tonight I want it to be all about you."
Soon, she was standing in her bra and panties and he
was completely naked, his cock hard and standing straight
from his body. "Wait," he said, "let me look at you."
She felt curiously shy as she stood there, exposed
intimately before him. He moved around to her side of the
bed and she turned to face him. His arms went around her
and he pulled her close, his cock curving hard against the
soft, silky warmth of her panties.
One of his hands was in the small of her back and the
other lower, just touching the top of her panties as they
kissed. He could feel the warm softness of her breasts
beneath her bra. Her nipples were swollen and the pressure
of the material of her bra, pressing and rubbing against
his chest, was stimulating her in a very good way.
His hands slid over her, feeling the smooth curve of
her. They trailed up her back and with practiced
familiarity he unhooked her bra. He stepped back so that
he could slide it off of her. Each hand cupped a breast
and each thumb gently stroked a nipple. The nipples
hardened and sent flashes of arousal to her groin.
Back at the Easy Slide, James's hand was pressed
between Lisa's legs. The two of them were close together
to make sure that no one in the crowded bar could see what
they were doing. The waitress came to the wait station
every so often and stood right next to them. They would sit
still so that she would not notice that his hand was under
Lisa's dress.
The tip of one of his fingers pressed into the split
of Lisa's sex, encountering the heat and slickness of her.
Lisa shifted her hips slightly, hunching backwards to try
and feel the stimulation of his finger. The tip of the
finger got wet from her and he moved it up to find her
clit. Leaning, he whispered in her ear, "You feel very
nice." She made a happy noise in her throat in reply and
brushed the back of her hand against his cock.
"You're going to make me come," she said.
"Do you have a problem with that?"
She smiled shyly. "No."
He moved his finger lower to get it wetter and pressed
it again to her clit, making small circles around that
swollen part of her.
She gripped his arm with both her hands and put her
forehead on his shoulder. As her orgasm slowly flooded her
senses, she bit his arm to keep from crying out.
He laughed.
"Let's go," she said.
He took his hand from between her legs and turned to
finish his drink. Just as they prepared to leave, the
waitress came to her station. All night she'd had that
waitress face, a ready smile but eyes that never looked
directly at any one person, but as they started to leave,
she smiled and said, "Looks like you were having fun."
James smiled sheepishly. Lisa laughed and said, "Oh,
yes."
They all three laughed and Lisa and James left the
bar.
In the parking lot, James's car was parked against the
fence at the back of the lot. He walked Lisa around to
open the door for her, but as he stood behind her and
reached around her to the car door, he felt her butt
pressed against him.
"Hmmmm," she said, as she rubbed her ass against his
cock, stiff in his pants.
He put his hands on her skirt and squeezed her ass.
She leaned against the car, arching to thrust her ass at
him. He lifted her skirt, exposing her bare ass to the
night and to his caresses. She spread her legs and braced
against the car. Looking around, he unzipped his pants and
took his hard cock in his hand.
He stooped slightly to fit his cock against her pussy
from behind. He pushed into her, took her hips in his
hands and started moving with a frenzy inside her pussy.
In that position, his cock pressed against the topside of
her pussy and almost seemed to be pressing her clit from
the inside. They both felt her get wetter. The feeling
made him move even faster inside of her.
"I'm going to come," he said.
"Come on baby, come inside of me," she said.
He did, pressing her against the car as his cock
discharged inside of her. He slipped from her and turned
her around to kiss.
"Hmmm," she said, "I can feel your come running down
my thighs. I like it." She put a hand between her legs,
getting it wet from the mix of their fluids. She made a
sound of appreciation as she put her fingers in her mouth.
Back at their house, Susan was lying on the bed with
her arms over her head and her legs spread slightly.
Charles was hovering over her, kissing and licking her neck
and shoulder and nipples and ears. He knelt beside her,
his cock raised hard away from his body. His left hand was
lightly caressing her hair as he bent down to kiss her
lips. Their mouths opened to each other and their tongues
touched.
He rose slightly so that his lips did not quite meet
hers. His tongue touched her lips and her tongue. Their
breath mingled. He brought his right hand up slowly
between her legs until he could feel the hair there, silky
and light against his fingers.
He continued to kiss her with just the tip of his
tongue. The hand between her legs danced lightly over her,
his fingers lightly touching her. He took the lips on one
side of her pussy lightly between his fingers and stroked,
enjoying the firm texture of her sex. He moved his fingers
to the other side. She arched her hips and groaned into
his mouth.
He brought his fingers to his mouth and wet them. He
moved them back between her legs and the wetness made her
slippery as he slowly continued to feel one side of her and
then the other. He pressed only slightly inside of her and
added that slickness to his fingers. She groaned again and
said, "You're torturing me."
He smiled. One finger slid into her slowly. She
moved against it. He moved his finger inside of her,
feeling all sides of her.
He brought the finger, wet and scented by her to her
nipple and rubbed her there. He moved the finger back
between her legs and as it slid into her again, his tongue
tasted her from her nipple, first lightly and then
stronger, until he sucked her nipple into his mouth,
seemingly trying to get her entire breast into his mouth
while his tongue circled and stroked and licked her nipple.
She arched her back to him.
He withdrew the finger from inside her and raised it
to her face. He smiled as he held his finger against her
lips. She could smell her scent. Her tongue touched his
finger and she could taste herself.
He took one of her hands in his and laced their
fingers together. Together, their hands went between her
legs. He cupped his hand over the top of her hand and
urged her to rub herself between the legs. He slipped his
index finger under hers and pulled it up so that it was
extended along the length of his. Together, they pushed
both fingers inside of her and stroked slowly back and
forth.
He raised their hands to their faces. While looking
into each other's eyes, they took their partner's finger
into their mouth and sucked and licked the taste of her.
"I want you," she said.
He rolled over on top of her. Her hand took him and
guided him inside of her. He moved slowly, going deep and
withdrawing so that only the tip of him remained surrounded
by the heat of her. Over and over he moved in and out
slowly. Her hips moved against him.
He held himself off of her and she put her arms around
him, rising to brush her nipples against his chest. He
pressed against her and moved his hands beneath her hips
lifting her to meet his slow and steady thrusts.
She locked her ankles around his legs. Her orgasm
made her cry out. He felt the surge as his own orgasm
became inevitable. He pressed against her to come as deep
inside her as he could get.
After a moment they lay still, side by side. "I love
you," he said.
"I love you," she said.
Part X
Much to the unexpressed disappointment of all four of
the friends, they were unable to get together on Sunday.
On Monday Susan asked Charles if he would mind getting
together with Lisa and James on Saturday.
"Of course not," he said with a smile. "I think it's
time we had some fun again, don't you?"
"Absolutely," she said with a smile and a hug for him.
On Thursday Charles gave her the bad news. His
company had an emergency and he had to leave on Friday and
go to Canada for several days to help resolve the problem.
"But," he said, "I want you to know that if you want
to get together with Lisa and James, it's okay with me."
"Really?"
"Sure. As long as you give me all the details when I
get home."
She hugged him and said, "Only if you're sure. I love
you so much."
He laughed and they kissed. They were watching
television later and she was thinking about getting
together with Lisa and James.
"You know," she said, "I really like it that you
aren't jealous of me getting together with Lisa and James."
"Hey, I trust that you love me and that you know that
I love you. We promised a long time ago to always be
honest with each other. I know we both love sex and, face
it, sex with other people can be a lot of fun. I know it
doesn't mean you're going to leave me."
"Well, I feel the same way. And you know, if you
should have the opportunity to enjoy some wild sex on a
business trip, I trust that you'll enjoy it and then come
home and tell me about it."
He laughed. "Well, if the opportunity ever arises,
I'll let you know."
The next morning, bright and early, Lisa called Susan
and not subtlety at all asked her, "So, what do you and
Charles have planned for the weekend?"
"Well, Charles had to go out of town and won't be back
until next week sometime."
"Oh, man."
"Yeah, I know. I wanted us all to get together again
this Saturday."
"That would have been fun."
"But . . ."
"But what?"
"That doesn't mean that we can't have some fun. If it
is okay with you, you and me and James can all get
together."
There was a pause and then Lisa responded, "Are you
saying what it sounds like you're saying? Get together as
in get together or just get together?"
Susan laughed. "I mean get together naked."
"Really? Are you sure?"
"Yep. Charles is the one that said it would be okay,
but only if you don't have a problem."
"No, no problem. And I'm sure James won't mind."
"I'm sure he won't. We can give him a real treat,
depending on whatever limits you want to set."
Lisa laughed. "No limits. Any ideas?"
"Well, not specifically, but I'm sure we can come with
something. We're meeting at the gym, right?"
"Sure."
"Let's make plans then."
On Saturday, Susan got to Lisa's house about two hours
before Lisa had told James to arrive. On the way to her
place, he wondered what was planned. He hoped that the
four friends would all get together to party. All Lisa had
told him was to show up and not worry about what was going
to happen. He knocked on her door.
Lisa opened the door wearing jeans and a t-shirt. "Hi
sweetie, come on in." She gave him a kiss. He followed
her to the living room. She kind of led him to the chair
that sat on the other side of the coffee table from her
sofa. "Let me get you a drink," she said.
She disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a
tray carry a frosted martini shaker and two martinis, each
crystal clear with a film of ice on its surface.
"Thanks," he said, taking his drink. "So what's up
for tonight? You seemed to have plans."
"Yes, I have some plans. I hope they're okay with
you." She sat across the room from him on the sofa and
took a sip of her martini. "You know we've talked about
getting together again with Susan and Charles and I think
we both agreed it would be fun, right?"
"Sure." He started to get excited at the thought that
it appeared it would be another evening of some interesting
sex.
"You don't mind a little mindless sex from time to
time, do you?"
He laughed. "Absolutely not. As long as you're
involved."
She smiled. "Do you remember how Susan and I got the
idea for . . . hmmm . . . a little deviant deviation in our
sex lives?"
"You were talking about fun sex, right?"
She sipped her martini. "She and I were talking about
nasty sex."
"Oh. I see. Nasty sex." He took a sip of his
martini. His cock was beginning to make its need for blood
known to his brain.
"Do you enjoy nasty sex?"
He laughed, almost a little nervously, wondering and
anticipating at the direction of the conversation.
Something was obviously in the works. "Sure. Good nasty
sex where both people are comfortable with what's happening
is a lot of fun. I think I'm starting to let a little of
my nasty side out with you."
"Yes, you are. And, I'm enjoying it. Listen, you can
quit mentioning that both people have to be comfortable.
Let's just agree that tonight there are no rules. Okay?"
He raised his glass in a toast of agreement. "Deal."
"Besides," she said, "you keep saying two people have
to agree." She smiled coyly. "It could be more than two
you know?"
"Absolutely."
"Well, for you information, Charles is out of town
tonight. Just so you won't worry, he knows Susan is here
tonight."
Susan came out of the kitchen carrying a martini and
sat down next to Lisa. "Hi James." She was dressed
similar to Lisa in jeans and a pull-over shirt.
"Hi." He looked at the two ladies and felt a definite
surge in his groin. He didn't know what was happening, but
he thought he was going to like it very, very much.
Lisa leaned over and set her drink on the table.
"When I say no rules, I mean no rules. For instance,
tonight there is no rule against this."
She put her hand behind Susan's head and drew her face
toward her. Lisa kissed Susan's lips. Actually, the
ladies had not made a lot of plans for the evening other
than to surprise James when he arrived. Susan did not
expect the kiss, but, she enjoyed it a lot. Lisa seemed to
be kind of taking charge and Susan was more than willing to
go along.
Susan felt the tip of Lisa's tongue press against her
lips and she opened her mouth, allowing it to enter her.
Susan's tongue met Lisa's. Lisa pressed against her and
Susan leaned her head back against the cushion to accept
the kiss.
James watched them kiss. He could see that their
mouths were open and that their tongues were playing in
each other's mouth. His cock grew.
Lisa enjoyed the taste and heat and wetness of Susan's
mouth. Lisa had been thinking all week about getting
physical with Susan and it had excited her. She hadn't
really planned what was going on, but she was enjoying
herself. Both ladies were feeling the tension of arousal.
Lisa leaned back, looked over at James and arched her
eyebrows provocatively as she smiled at him. He smiled and
raised his glass in a salute.
"Did that get you hard?"
"Yes. I would have to say that it did."
"Well, I have an idea. You just do what I tell you
and you'll have a good time. Okay?"
"Okay."
"In fact, you don't even need to talk. Just enjoy."
Silently, he raised his glass in a toast of agreement.
Susan was growing more and more excited just listening to
Lisa and wondering what she was going to do.
Lisa turned to Susan. "And how about you? Are you
willing to just do as you're told?"
"Oh, yes," Susan said quietly, enjoying the surge of
arousal that seemed like a pulse between her legs.
"James, Susan is going to let me do what I want with
her. That should excite you."
He nodded, his cock pressing hard against his pants.
"For instance, if I tell her to show us her tits, she
will. Won't you Susan?"
"Yes."
"In fact, you want to show us your tits, don't you?"
"Yes."
"James, do you want to see her tits?"
He nodded. Lisa stood and pulled Susan to her feet.
Susan was turned on, waiting to see what this new side of
her friend would do next.
Lisa was turned on, excited by the power she was
showing. Her breath grew short with arousal as she thought
about how nasty she could get.
"Face James, Susan." She did and Lisa stood behind
her.
James pressed a hand against his swollen groin. Lisa
noticed and said, "James, take off your clothes but stay
over there. You can play with yourself a little as you
watch, but don't get too excited. I think you need to come
inside Susan. Wouldn't you rather do that than come all
over my carpet?"
He nodded.
"So, be careful."
He stood and removed his clothes while both ladies
watched. Their eyes did not move from watching his hard
cock that stood away from his body. He sat, spread his
legs slightly and stroked himself a couple of times.
Susan could actually feel the wetness between her
legs. She felt Lisa's hands grasp the edge of her shirt
and begin to pull it up and over her head. Susan raised
her arms to assist. She stood in front of James, with Lisa
pressed behind her enjoying the fact that Lisa was exposing
her to James. James enjoyed the view of Susan standing in
front of him in her bra and jeans.
"Do you like?"
He nodded, keeping quiet as she had asked.
Lisa unhooked Susan's bra and threw it to James.
"Feel how warm that is." He did.
Lisa held Susan's breasts in her hands, her thumbs
lightly touching the nipples. Susan's head was pressed
back against Lisa. Lisa leaned close, so close that James
could not hear, and whispered, "Is your pussy wet?"
Susan nodded.
"Mine, too."
"God, I love her nipples, don't you?"
James nodded.
"I'm going to taste one." Lisa moved to the side and
put her mouth over Susan's nipple, her tongue moving wetly
over it. A small sound escaped from deep in Susan's
throat.
Lisa looked at James. "You know, I just thought of
something I want to do sometime. I want to lick your come
from her breasts."
James swallowed and stroked his cock slowly a couple
of times.
She licked the nipple again. "In fact, I want to lick
your come from her pussy, too."
His cock twitched and reluctantly he let go of
himself. Susan made a humming sound of approval.
Lisa looked at Susan. "Would you like that?"
"Yes. Both ways."
"Both ways?"
"Yes, I would enjoy you licking come from my pussy and
I would enjoy licking come from your pussy."
Lisa smiled in agreement.
"In fact," Susan said, and then paused, blushing.
"What?" Lisa hand caressed Susan's back.
"You know what we should do sometime?"
"Tell me."
"We should rub our pussies together while both guys
jack off on us. Then we could lick the come from each
other."
"Oh, yeah, I like that nasty thought."
James was astounded at what he was hearing.
Lisa turned back toward James. "James, would you like
that? Would you like to jack off on both of us sometime and
watch us lick it off."
"Yes." His voice kind of croaked. His mouth was dry
from excitement.
"James," Lisa said, "did you look at Susan when were
in bed with her and Charles?"
He nodded. Lisa smiled.
"Would you like to see more?"
He nodded again.
"Susan, would you like James to look at you."
"Yes," she said quietly. "I'd like for him to see all
of me."
"All of you?"
"Yes, all of me."
"Did you hear that James, she wants you to see all of
her." He nodded. She stroked Susan's breast and said,
"Tell him what you mean by all of you."
"James," Susan said, "I want to show you my pussy. I
want you to see inside of me. Okay?"
He nodded. Susan smiled. Then she blushed and looked
shyly at Lisa. Lisa smiled knowingly and nodded to her.
"You know what else James?" Susan asked.
"What?"
"That's not all I want to show you." She took a deep
breath and looked shyly at the floor. "I want you to look
at my ass."
He had to let go of his cock at that statement or he
might have come. "Yes," he said, "I"d like that."
"I mean really look at me," she said. "I want to
spread my pussy open for you and then I want to turn over
and spread my ass open for you to see me."
A drop of pre-come squeezed from his cock. Lisa
noticed. "Look, Susan, pre-come."
Susan reached out with one finger. Trying not to
actually touch his flesh she caught the slick drop on her
finger. She held her finger toward Lisa who extended her
tongue and, looking into Susan's eyes, she took the wetness
from her finger.
Lisa reached around Susan and unbuttoned her jeans.
Susan pushed them to the floor. James could not take his
eyes off the two girls. Lisa knelt beside Susan and
pressed her cheek against the front of Susan's hip. She
inhaled and said, "God, James, I can smell her pussy." She
inhaled again.
Susan smiled at James. She was turned on by being
naked in front of James, by the attention of Lisa, and by
the fact that Lisa was taking control. Lisa slowly pushed
Susan's panties down over her thighs, past her knees and to
her ankles. Susan raised one foot and then the other so
the panties could slip off onto the floor.
"James, spread you legs. I want her to kneel in front
of you."
He did. Susan knelt, sitting on her ankles, her knees
spread a foot and a half. The other two could not tell,
but with her ankles she spread the cheeks of her ass. It
made her feel open and nasty to feel air on herself there.
"James, stand over her." He stood with his legs
spread wide, his cock hard. If he moved just a little, his
balls brushed against the hair on top of her head. Susan
felt herself get wetter when that happened.
Lisa took his cock and stroked it, looking down at her
friend, naked on her knees on the floor. "Susan, look at
me."
Susan turned her head up to look at Lisa. She was
looking around James's hard cock being stroked by Lisa's
fist. Susan and Lisa smiled at each other.
"Open your mouth." Susan opened her mouth wide.
James could feel the moist heat of her breath on his cock.
She moved her head a little further away from James so that
the tip of him was just above her open mouth.
Lisa pressed the tip of his cock downward until the
tip just passed Susan's lips. Lisa continued to stroke
him. Susan let her mouth close loosely around his cock.
He could feel her lips on the tip of him and on the skin
that moved back and forth as Lisa stroked his cock. His
knees went weak.
"Like?" Lisa asked.
"Oh, yeah," James said. Susan nodded, her eyes bright
with excitement.
Susan pulled away from his cock, looked at Lisa and
asked quietly, "May I touch myself?"
Lisa smiled. "Not yet, I have something better. Lay
back on the table."
Susan came to her feet, her torso brushing against the
tip of James's cock. She sat on the table and lay on her
back. She left her legs together because she wanted to
hear Lisa say: "Spread your legs." She did.
Lisa pulled a cushion off the sofa and pushed James to
kneel on it. She knelt beside him and stroked his cock.
By rising as tall as he could on his knees, the tip of his
cock could press between Susan's legs. Lisa stroked him
there, moving the tip of his cock up and down Susan's slit.
She pulled him forward just as the tip of his cock
separated the fleshy fold of Susan's sex and the his
slipped in about a half an inch.
Lisa moved his cock around, corkscrewing the tip of
him just inside Susan's pussy. He felt the wetness
covering him. Susan closed her eyes and concentrated on
the feelings, arching her back to increase the pressure of
his cock.
Lisa pulled his cock up, it slid with excruciating
friction against the top of Susan's pussy, tugging at her
as it slid out of her. Lisa took the tip of him higher,
seeking the bud of Susan's clit. Lisa put two fingers of
one hand on either side of the hood that protected Susan's
clit and pressed back, exposing the pearly tip. Leaning
over, Lisa let a thin, warm line of saliva fall right on
the exposed clit.
Susan's legs quivered with excitement. Lisa rubbed
James's cock against Susan's clit, continuing to jack him,
sliding her hand up and down his hardness. Lisa moved him
close to the clit and stopped stroking him. Susan felt
Lisa's cool fingers move to the tip of James's cock. Susan
felt her clit enveloped in a warm embrace. She gasped and
raised her head to look. "You're putting me inside him,
aren't you?"
"Yes, your clit is fucking his cock."
Susan and James both moaned in appreciation of the
sensation being shared. Susan pressed closer, and started
humping motions with her pussy against him.
"Turn over."
Susan followed her friends request, moving to get on
her hands and knees in front of James and Lisa.
"Spread your ass."
The command flushed through her. Susan reached back
and with one hand on each cheek of her ass, she spread
herself, exposing all of herself to the couple behind her.
She felt the tip of James's cock, wet from her pussy and
Lisa's saliva brush against her asshole. James looked down
to see his hard cock in Lisa's hand being stroked and
pressed against the asshole of the lady on her knees in
front of him.
"Baby, I'm going to come pretty quick," he said.
"Good," Lisa said, "I want you to come on her while I
jack you off."
His eyes closed as he surrendered to the sensations.
Lisa sped up the stroking of his cock. Susan moved back
and forth beneath him, pressing her asshole against his
cock.
He made a sound as his orgasm bubbled to life. His
come was a hot jet of liquid against Susan's ass. Lisa
watched the sperm pump out and coat her friend's ass and
begin to flow down toward Susan's wet pussy. Lisa put a
hand underneath, cupping her Susan's pussy to catch the
sperm before it could fall to the floor. Her fingers sent
Susan over the edge to an orgasm as Lisa rubbed the hot
come over and into Susan's pussy.
Lisa pushed James so he sat back on the sofa. Lisa
moved behind Susan. With a hand on each of Susan's thighs,
Lisa pushed her tongue as low as possible and licked up
toward her friend's asshole, tasting James's come and
Susan's lubrication. Her tongued moved up and over Susan's
asshole trying to lick all of James's come off. Lisa sank
two fingers into the wet folds of Susan's pussy and Susan
reached a new peak, having a more intense orgasm than she'd
had before.
Afterward, James sat sprawled at one end of the sofa,
his soft, sticky cock heavy against his thigh. Susan sat
naked next to Lisa, her hand on Lisa's thigh. Lisa, still
fully clothed, had her arm around Susan.
"Wow," Susan said.
"Yes," Lisa said.
"I have to pee," James said. He got up to go to the
bathroom.
"Thank you," Susan said, "that was intense."
Lisa laughed and said, "It's going to be difficult to
behave properly around Cathy and Tom at the beach next
weekend."
Susan laughed. "I've been thinking about that. Maybe
we should stay and extra week. I know that nobody has our
place rented that week. I'm also sure that if we only
decide to stay an extra week after we get there, that Cathy
and Tom will not have time to make arrangements for the
kids. I'm sure Charles can take off the week. How about
you?"
"It won't be any problem for me. I don't know about
James. But it would be fun, wouldn't it? We could all go
naked all day."
"We have another plan."
PART XI
Lisa and James along with Susan and Charles and their
friend Cathy and her husband Tom spent several weekends
every year at Susan and Charles's beach house. Cathy went
to high school with Susan and Lisa and the three of them
were always known as the best of friends. This year Lisa
and Susan plotted a way to spend additional days at the
beach house where the four friends who had become intimate
together could enjoy some sexual games together.
Susan's husband received a "surprise" message at the
beach house on Saturday from his work. He was suddenly
free for the next week. Susan quickly invited the other
four friends to extend their stay. Cathy and Tom just
could not do it because of their kids, but Lisa and James
decided a few extra days would be fun.
After seeing Tom off, Susan and Lisa ran into the
beach house and stripped their tops off. The guys, sitting
on the sofa applauded and cheered and urged the girls to
"show us more." In a bump and grind routine the girls
danced together, rubbing each other's breasts and caressing
each other as they stripped off their suits. Eventually
they danced naked together, the guys enjoying the flash of
thighs, and breasts and all the intimate parts of their
ladies.
Laughing, the girls pulled the guys up and stripped
them naked until each couple was dancing naked. "God, I've
been so horny," Lisa said. James was dancing behind her,
his hands on her breasts and his rigid cock pressed against
her ass.
"Yeah," Susan said, "I enjoyed having Cathy and Tom,
but I've been thinking about this for two days." She had
turned to face Lisa, Charles behind her with his arms
around her and his cock pressed against her.
The two women leaned forward and kissed each other,
long and slow. The guys slid lower pressing their cocks
against the warmth between the ladies' legs. Eventually
each lady turned and took her man's cock in her mouth.
Eventually they did what they'd learned to enjoy so much.
And they did it for the next couple of days.
What they did not know was Cathy had forgotten the t-
shirts she'd bought her kids. What they did not know was
that Cathy ran back up the stairs of the beach house. What
they did not know was how stunned Cathy was at what she saw
through the window beside the front door.
Cathy went back down the stairs jangled by the
unbelievable thing she'd witnessed. She was stunned and
could not even begin to make sense of what she saw.
"What took so long?" Tom asked. "Did you get the
stuff you left?"
"What? No. We couldn't find them. Maybe I packed
them."
"Are you okay?"
"Yes." No, she said to herself. I am not okay.
"Now we're running even later. I wanted to get home
in time to watch some television. You'd think they'd get
cable in that beach house. Or a satellite dish."
"What?" Oh god, oh god, oh god is all her mind could
come up with.
All the way back to her house, Cathy tried to make
sense of what she'd seen. Lisa and Susan naked in front of
the guys. Lisa and Susan kissing each other! Lisa and
Susan doing oral sex right there on the floor in front of
each other. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Lisa and Susan had
even changed places. They'd sucked each other's man! How
could she ever face her friends again?
Lisa and Susan did not even notice at first, but over
the next several months Cathy drew further and further
away. Of course Lisa and Susan were distracted because
they tried to spend at least one day a week if not more
engaged in their sexual games together.
Eventually, one day at lunch, Susan said to Lisa, "You
know, it's been a long time since Cathy found time to go
out with us. I wonder if everything is okay."
"I don't know, but you're right. I'm not sure I've
seen her since we went to the beach together."
"Let's call her." Susan took her cell phone out and
dialed Cathy's number. No answer. "I wonder where she
is."
They continued their lunch until Cathy said, "I wonder
if she's screening calls with her caller ID. I don't think
she's been home for any calls I've made to her for a long
time."
"Oh, surely not. Why would she do that?"
"Hell, I don't know, but where's she been?"
"Well, do you want to just drop by her house?"
"Yeah, let's go."
Cathy opened her door. Lisa and Susan both noticed
the strange reception they got.
Susan said, "Cathy, we got worried. We haven't seen
you for some time and we couldn't get you on the phone."
"Uh, yeah, I'm sorry. I've had the ringer off a lot."
She stood in the doorway but did not invite them in. She
wasn't mad at them; it was just that the things she saw
were so unbelievable that she was stunned when she opened
the door to see them. In her mind she saw them naked,
pressed against each other and then on their knees with
glistening penises sliding in and out of their mouths.
Cathy just could not deal with that image.
"Well," Lisa said, "come to the mall with us. We miss
you."
"No. I can't. Not right now. I have something I
have to tend to. Maybe another time."
Back in the car Lisa and Susan were silent for a few
minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Lisa
said, "That was very strange."
"Something is wrong. Did we do something to her?"
"No. Like I said, I haven't even seen her since the
beach."
"Do you think she's mad because we stayed longer?"
"Can't be. You invited them to stay. I wonder if
they're having some marital discord. Tom is not real
outgoing and at the beach he hardly paid any attention to
her."
"You noticed that too, huh? I got the impression he
would rather be somewhere else."
"Well, maybe they're having problems, but you'd think
she'd confide in us. We're all best friends."
Susan shook her head.
Back at her house Cathy sat on her sofa. The
appearance of her friends brought up those images from the
day on the porch of the beach house when she learned her
two best friends were involved in group sex.
Cathy had not been able to sort out all her feelings
about that. Now that Lisa and Susan had made the effort to
come to her house, she realized that something had to give.
She wasn't sure she could ignore what she'd seen and try to
go back to the way things used to be. But, if she didn't
what was she going to do? She sat on her sofa and forced
herself to think about what she'd seen and what her
feelings were and how she might be able to face her friends
again. After all, they were her friends and she missed
them desperately. She seemed to be getting lonelier and
lonelier. Especially now that Tom seemed to be getting
more and more distant.
That last thought startled her. Tom had never been
real social. When she met him in college she thought his
aloofness was a sign of intelligence and sophistication.
But, she suddenly articulated to herself, it is just
arrogance. Her head actually jerked when she thought that.
Why, she asked herself did that suddenly pop into her head
when she was thinking about her friend's nasty, kinky sex
practices?
She couldn't be jealous. Could she? Sex with Tom was
okay. What could she be jealous about?
"Okay," she thought to herself, just "okay." She was
jealous! Not because she wanted to have sex with anybody
else, but because the sex she saw through the window, as
perverted as it might have been, would not be classified by
anybody as "just okay" sex.
Tom had been her first and only lover. These days
they made love maybe once every two weeks. He would move
on top of her and caress her a little and put it inside of
her. Sometimes she would have an orgasm and sometimes she
wouldn't.
When the three of them got together, Lisa and Susan
often talked about sex. They mentioned things, like "he
went down on me," that Cathy had never experienced. Once,
Susan talked about Charles attacking her in a parking lot.
Cathy didn't talk about sex. She was too shy. Her friends
were more experienced and Cathy always thought of herself
as being more of a good girl.
She knew there were a lot of sexual things out there.
Like oral sex. She went to the movies. In "Pretty Woman"
Julia Roberts was on the floor between Richard Gere's legs.
They didn't show anything, but the movie certainly implied
that she was performing oral sex. And that was mild
compared to some movies. Even on TV. "Friends" always
made sexual references. She remembered that once Monica
and Chandler were talking in one episode and Monica was
promising Chandler a "special time." He gave her look and
she said, "No, not that!" What did she mean by "that?"
Oral sex? Something else? Whatever it was, it was
something that Cathy had never experienced.
Cathy suddenly realized that she would like to try out
some different things. Not what Lisa and Cathy were doing,
but some things.
It was like a splash of cold water when Cathy realized
that she had started out to sort out her feelings about her
friend's perverse sex together and she ended up thinking
about her sexual ignorance and inexperience. She was
jealous.
She had those thoughts that day and then again months
later when she found out that Tom was cheating on her with
a co-worker. She had made no effort to repair things with
Lisa and Susan. She just could not figure out how to do
that. So, things went on, except she was starting to
wonder even more about what she was missing.
Then, one day she smelled another woman on Tom's
clothes. He'd obviously not taken the time to shower after
sex. She slowly collected other clues until she confronted
him and he admitted it and he left her. One of the things
he said in the three emotional days in which her marriage
came crashing down was that he enjoyed sex with his lover
more than with his wife. She was more experienced and did
things that Cathy had never done.
That was the most unfair of all, because Cathy had
tried. She had wanted to explore other things. But her
husband had kept her on a pedestal, turning aside anything
other than the most routine of sex. He'd sought the other
stuff elsewhere. That was the most unfair of all.
So, she sat alone on her sofa and cried at the irony
of the fact that her perfect marriage had dissolved so
quickly because of sex, but Susan, as far as Cathy could
tell, had a strong marriage despite the fact that Susan and
Charles engaged in kinky sex with other people. It did not
make sense.
It shocked Susan when she learned from another
acquaintance that Cathy and Tom had split. They'd been the
all-American couple. Susan had never been able to figure
out what had happened to her friendship with Cathy, but she
had to give her friend a call.
"Hello."
"Cathy? Hi. It's Susan. Are you okay?"
Cathy was quiet for a moment or two, but suddenly, all
the confusing sexual things about her friend no longer
mattered. She started to cry as she said, "No."
"Lisa and I are coming over."
Lisa and Susan hugged their friend. They all cried
and the two long time friends listened to Cathy talk. She
talked about the man she thought she knew and what he'd
done. Cathy could not tell them it seemed to be mainly
about sex. She just couldn't do that. She just blamed it
on the other woman and a "cheap no-good lying prick of a
bastard husband."
"Oh my god," Susan said, trying not to laugh, "I've
never heard you say such things."
Cathy started to laugh while she cried and she said,
"Well, he is."
"Yes he is," Lisa said.
The three friends talked and drank wine. When the
kids got home from school, Susan made sure they had dinner
and a snack and set them up in front of the television and
eventually to bed. The kids were happy to hear their
mother laugh after the weeks of crying when she thought
they could not hear.
Susan and Lisa finally got their friend to bed. Cathy
promised to drop the kids off at grandma's and to spend the
next day with her friends.
Cathy woke up and made a conscious decision not to
think about her friends having sex together and with each
other's men. After all, God knows her life was fucked up.
Why should she judge her friends?
They spent a good day together.
Over the next couple of weeks things were almost back
to normal. The friends talked and had lunch and slowly
Cathy accepted that her marriage had not been what she'd
thought it was and she was better off without him. What
was good was that she realized that she hadn't even liked
the marriage she thought she had. She appreciated her
friends and none of them talked about the distance that had
grown between them. Occasionally, though, when Lisa and
Susan were laughing at something or talking together, Cathy
would look at them and remember them naked, their mouths on
each other and their men naked and pressed against them and
she would have conflicting emotions about the vision in her
head.
Her husband had proven that the world was different
than she'd thought. Sex was evidently a much bigger deal
for him than he'd let on to her. It startled Cathy to
realize that she was mad at her husband for not letting her
enjoy sex and, even more startling, she was jealous of her
friends.
She saw them put penises in their mouths. What was
that like?
What was it like to see other people having sex, to
feel the other people move while engaged in the act?
What was it like to have a man inside of you from
behind?
What was it like to have a woman's mouth on your
nipple?
What would it be like to actually put your mouth down
there on another woman?
All of these thoughts floated unbidden in Cathy's mind
one morning. Her kids were with their dad for the weekend
as ordered by the divorce decree. Her friends had helped
her get back into life and to realize that she was better
off without Tom. And, as she lay there in bed that
morning, the forces of biology were working.
She had not had sex for months. Of course, she'd gone
through a time when she thought she'd never have sex again.
But, that time was past. This morning, she'd been thinking
about what she'd see her friends doing and she'd tried to
not think about what her husband did with his girlfriend
that he didn't do with Cathy. Suddenly, she realized that
her thoughts about sex were making her sexually excited.
No, she thought to herself, they're making me horny (a word
she would have never used with her husband).
She sighed and thought, I've got to quit thinking
about sex if it is going to make me horny. I have no way
to have sex.
But, she couldn't stop the image of something she'd
seen, Susan leaning forward, feeling Lisa's breasts and
Charles's hand sliding between Susan's legs. The tension
grew between Cathy's legs.
She laughed at herself and told herself to quit
thinking about such things. She brazenly gripped herself
between the legs, as if to quench the feeling, and thought
"stop!"
Her reaction to the touch of her hand was another
thing that startled her.
She laid her head back on the pillow and thought, god,
I haven't masturbated since high school. I'm so clueless I
probably don't even remember how.
Her body betrayed her. Well, she thought, I can't
have sex with Tom. I don't even want to have sex with Tom.
Unless I want to have sex with Cathy and Lisa I'm going to
have to figure out how to take care of this tension. She
had a moment when she thought that maybe Cathy and Lisa
would not even want to have sex with her, but she laughed
that off. I'm not gay she thought. That's nothing to
worry about.
She was dressed in a large soft t-shirt and jogging
pants. I've got to do something, she thought. She took a
pillow and gripped it between her thighs. That's how she
first masturbated at the age of 13, scared and guilty and
unable to stop the relentless press of her body against the
corner of one of her pillows. This day the pillow was not
enough.
She slid a hand into her pants and over her panties.
She felt the heat of her sex and was surprised to feel that
her panties were wet with her secretions. She pressed
against herself.
In one of their many conversations, Lisa had pointed
out the advantages of not having a man around. You can be
a slob, she'd said. You don't have to make the bed unless
you want to. You don't have to get dressed if you don't
want to. You can do what you want to do.
Well, there was nobody here this day. At least she
was more mature than the last time she'd masturbated.
Intellectually she knew that touching herself was not a
sin. There was nothing wrong with it. Even in high
school, she'd resisted the urge to press her hand directly
against herself. She would use a pillow, or rub the handle
of a hairbrush up and down against her sex outside her
panties. Once, at her grandmother's she'd used the
removable shower head. She considered that to be the
naughtiest thing she'd ever done, to direct that pulsating
stream of water against the urgency of her genitals.
Tentatively she put her fingers beneath the waist band
of her panties. Just the tips slipped into the curly
softness of the hair there and she paused, draping her
other arm across her eyes, almost as if embarrassed.
Did Cathy or Lisa do this?
She laughed at the absurdity of that thought. Good
god, they'd pressed their hands and mouths against each
other. What she was finding it so hard to do was nothing
compared to that.
She moved her hand lower until it rested on the slit
between her legs, her fingers just lightly touching,
feeling the heat and the moist hair. The waist band on the
jogging pants pressed against her wrist. Suddenly she
realized the advantages of being home alone. She could, by
god, take off her pants and there was nobody there to tell
her that was bad.
She raised her hips and slipped the jogging pants off
her legs. The feeling of her legs being exposed was
delicious. I am wicked, she thought.
Exposing her panties to the air caused the wet spot on
her panties to cool, making her more aware of everything
that was going on.
God, it felt sexy to strip off her pants. She looked
to the side at the mirror and saw herself laying there in
just a t-shirt, one hand resting lightly between her legs.
Watching herself in the mirror she raised her knees to
cause the t-shirt to slip back from her thighs. She could
see her naked legs all the way to the curve of her
buttocks, encased in the cotton panties she wore.
She remembered the naked legs of her friends that day
at the beach house. And their breasts. And the nakedness
of the men.
She raised the t-shirt over her breasts and the
exposure of her nipples to the morning light and the air
caused another surge of excitement to course through her
body. She pulled the t-shirt off.
Except for that one time in the shower she could not
remember being naked while she masturbated. How strange
she thought. Masturbation is sex and traditionally you get
naked to have sex. Of course, back then she'd worried
about her brother and sister, her parents, and her own
sinfulness. Well, no more. She raised her hips and slid
her panties off.
She lay there on her bed, feeling deliciously wicked.
Naked. I'm naked, she thought. I'm naked because I'm
horny and I'm going to finger myself. She giggled. Yep,
finger myself. I'm going to finger myself until I come.
She almost wanted to call her ex-husband and tell him. No.
She almost wanted to call Susan and tell her. Why in the
world did she have that thought?
Best of all, unlike when she was a teenager and when
she had to touch herself she would do it quickly, this day
she had all the time in the world. No kids, nothing to do.
She spread her legs about a foot and looked down, past
her breasts to where the hair between her legs curved
beneath her. She very slowly slid one finger through that
hair and over herself.
Just spreading her legs was a sexy thing, wanton and
dirty. But if it was dirty, it was just her so it didn't
matter and god it felt wicked. Her finger could tell that
even more of her wetness was working out of her body. She
could only imagine how wet she would find herself.
She spread her legs wider and wider until they were
spread so wide that there was no denying that she'd assumed
a posture unrelated to anything but sex. Her legs were
open to expose her sex. She noticed her scent and breathed
deep. It was her moment. She was turned on and it was all
her. She had a quick thought wondering what Lisa smelled
like when Susan put her face between her legs. What did
Susan smell like? When they were all having sex what did
the room smell like? Good god, her room was starting to
smell like sex and she was all by herself.
She continued to remember the scene. At one point,
Susan had been bent over with Charles moving in and out of
her from behind. Cathy had seen Charles look down to where
he was moving in and out of Susan. His hands had gripped
the cheeks of her bottom. Cathy was actually seeing things
more clearly now than she'd allowed herself to remember
before. For the first time Cathy let herself realize that
Charles had spread Susan. He must have been able to see
his organ moving in and out of his wife. He must have been
able to see her anus!
Cathy allowed one finger to press a little way past
the outer folds between her legs. Yep, she was wet there.
She moved the tip of her finger in a small circle enjoying
the feel of wetness and enjoying the fact that she did not
have to worry about anybody finding the remnants of her
sexual wetness on her sheets.
Her eyes were closed as she continued to explore her
memory.
While Charles had been moving in and out of Susan,
Lisa had taken James, gripping him by his penis, and pulled
him toward Susan. Susan's mouth had opened and maybe she
could remember or maybe she was just imagining Susan's
tongue stretching to touch him. James had been shiny from
Lisa's saliva and he had slid into Susan's mouth. Could
Susan taste Lisa on him?
Cathy's finger moved a little deeper into herself and
she pressed her thumb lightly against her clitoris.
Lisa had knelt beside the other three and actually
gripped James as he moved in and out of Susan's mouth. At
one point Lisa had leaned over and put her mouth on him at
the same time Susan was sucking him. Cathy tried to
imagine what a man might taste like and she moved her
finger a little faster inside herself.
I would have done that for Tom. I would have liked to
have tried it with Tom behind me. Would that feel
different?
Cathy turned and got on her knees. She raised her
bottom and spread her legs and put her hand back between
her legs and pushed a finger in and out trying to imagine
what a man would feel like. One thing was different. Her
nipples were both stimulated by the bedding. She looked
sideways at herself in the mirror. It was hot.
She skipped a breath when she realized what she could
do. She turned so that her face was away from the mirror
and spread her legs again, curving her back and raising her
bottom high. She craned her neck to see herself. She
adjusted her angle until she could see herself, legs
spread, bottom raised and the glistening opening between
her legs exposed to the mirror and her reflection exposed
to her gaze. That looked nasty.
She put her hand between her legs. For the first time
in her life Cathy watched her finger disappear inside her.
She felt the quivers of an approaching orgasm. She looked
at herself in the mirror. Was that similar to what Charles
had seen when he looked down at Susan?
No. He'd seen more. She took her hand from between
her legs and put one hand on each cheek of her bottom.
Without support her face sunk into the bed and made it
harder to see. She rose up and put the top of head against
the mattress so she could look back between her legs at her
image in the mirror.
She extended her legs, pushing her bottom higher so
she could see. She put her hands on the cheeks of her
bottom and spread herself.
Her sex glistened and seemed to have swollen open.
There was her anus. How nasty that Charles could see her
like that. See Susan that is. What would it feel like to
have another person looking at her like that? She spread
herself as wide as she could. She could feel the strain
around her anus. She moved her hands lower and pulled her
sex open. One finger started rubbing her clit faster and
faster.
She tried to watch. She tried to imagine Charles's
penis in Susan like this. She imagined a penis inside her
like that. A penis shiny with her wetness. Or maybe shiny
from where she'd had it in her mouth. She tried to keep
her eyes open as she crested to an orgasm, but, she
couldn't.
She fell to the bed on her side, one hand clamped
between her thighs and pressed against the wet heat of her
sex.
Part XII
Being alone without her children was proving to be
unsettling for Cathy. God, she couldn't believe she had
masturbated and, even more unbelievable, was the thing
she'd done, the way she'd contorted herself to look at her
most private parts. Most unsettling of all was the kernel
of knowledge deep in her mind, a thought that seemed to be
connected to a spot between her legs, an awareness of the
fact that she would be masturbating again before the
weekend was over.
Cathy cleaned the house furiously to try and avoid
thinking about what sex, the sex she'd had alone, the sex
she'd seen her friends enjoying, and, worst of all, the sex
that she'd missed because that damn scum bag of a piece of
shit ex-husband of hers had denied her the opportunity to
explore sex with him. He obviously had not denied himself
the opportunity. He had his bimbo. What gave him the
right to deny his wife the opportunity to be his sexual
partner?
She was mopping faster and faster and crying.
The phone rang. It was Susan. "Hey girlfriend,
you're all alone, right?"
"Yes. The kids are with asshole."
Susan laughed. "My, the way you talk. So, Lisa and I
voted for a girl's night out. We'll pick you up at 7:00.
Be ready. Jeans are fine."
"Oh, I don't know..."
"I didn't ask. We both need a girls' night out and
you need to join us."
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather go alone?" In her
mind, Cathy thought, that way you could have sex together.
But, that was mean. They'd never been anything but friends
to her. If they were lovers, they were discrete.
"No. We don't. Why would we? We're picking you up.
Bye." And, she hung up the phone.
Cathy sat on her sofa. She didn't need to finish
cleaning. The house was clean. She was just mopping at
frustrations. She realized that. She realized that the
frustrations were primarily at how unfair her husband had
been to find something outside the marriage that would have
been good for the both of them and secondly, how unfair it
was that he'd kept her sexually inexperienced. It wasn't
fair.
That night, Lisa and Susan took her to a honky tonk
where they all drank beer and turned down every offer to
dance that came their way. They did some laughing.
Cathy had just a little too much to drink. In fact,
all three of them did. That's what the night was for.
Eventually, Susan said to Cathy, "You know, if you
want to dance with one of these studs, you should."
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Just for fun."
"Well, so can you."
"I know, I was just pointing out that you are now free
to have some fun."
"What do you mean by that?" Cathy sounded a little
pissed.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that bad. It came out
bad. I just meant that there are some advantages to being
single and you can think about those."
"Believe me, I'm happy to be rid of him. He wasn't
what I'd thought he was, but that doesn't mean I'm lonely
for a man."
"Cathy," Susan reached a hand toward her friend,
confused at how angry Cathy seemed to be, "maybe I'm a
little drunk and said that badly. I didn't mean to. I
didn't even really mean you should get up and dance."
Cathy was mad. Were her friends feeling sorry for
her? Were they all so sexually sophisticated now? Did
they think she was some kind of goody two shoes? Did they
make fun of her? She burst into tears. Maybe they were
right. Cathy got up to leave the bar.
Susan looked at Lisa with a stunned expression. Lisa
shrugged as if to say that she agreed Cathy had
overreacted. "Go," Lisa said, "I'll leave some money. Go
see where she went."
Susan hurried after Cathy and found her leaning on the
car door.
"Cathy, are you okay? I'm sorry..."
"No, you did nothing wrong. It's me. I know I'm a
basket case. And an idiot."
"No, no you're not. An idiot that is. You have the
right to be a basket case."
"I'm sorry. I just need to get home. I know what you
both must think of me."
Lisa walked up just in time to hear her say that. "We
don't think anything bad about you. How could you say
that?" She tried to hug Cathy.
"No," Cathy said, "I know I'm . . . "
"What?" Susan said, "There's nothing wrong with you."
"Yes there is, there must be. I wasn't good enough
for Tom. He had to find somebody else. I couldn't keep
him happy. I guess I didn't know how."
"Nonsense," Lisa said, "Tom is the one that messed up.
Not you. Let's get in the car."
Once they were driving toward her house, Lisa turned
back to Cathy and said, "Don't you dare think what happened
with Tom was your fault. He's the one that messed up."
"He told me . . . he told me. . ." she hiccupped, "He
told me that she was better in bed than me. I tried to be
good in bed. I thought I was the way he wanted. I've
never had anybody else. I would have done anything he
wanted."
Susan said, "I know. Look some guys just can't enjoy
their wife like they can another person. It's weird and it
shouldn't be that way, but it is. He made you the Madonna
and her his whore."
Whore? Cathy thought. Is that what Tom had wanted, a
whore? "She wasn't a whore. She worked with him."
Susan laughed. "I know. I didn't mean literally a
whore. I just meant somebody that he could enjoy nasty sex
with. Some guys just can't imagine that their wife would
enjoy nasty sex."
Cathy saw the smile that passed between Susan and
Lisa. You two don't have that problem, do you? she
thought. I certainly saw you being nasty. Is that what
Tom wanted. Suddenly, because of emotion and alcohol,
Cathy felt angry. She did not stop to analyze it.
"Is that what it takes for a happy marriage? Nasty
sex? Is that what keeps your marriage good?"
Susan looked in the rear view mirror at Cathy,
surprised at her tone of voice. "Cathy, all I am saying is
that Tom was not man enough to talk to you about whatever
it is he found with her. Yeah, he probably thought he was
just getting a little nasty sex on the side, the kind of
thing that he would never ask his wife to do, and
eventually it became real important to him. I'm sorry he
was not man enough to enjoy it with you."
"He never even gave me a chance."
"I know sweetheart." Susan reached a hand back to
touch Cathy.
Cathy pulled away. She was still angry and worse, she
was jealous. Her friends had a secret little nasty world
and they certainly kept their men happy, didn't they? They
didn't have the problem she had. They did what they had to
and kept their men. Her emotions were an unfocused lump
entangling her.
Cathy said something she would have never said if she
had not been so drunk. "Are you saying I should be like
you two?"
There was silence in the car. The tone of Cathy's
voice had stung.
"What do you mean by that?" Lisa asked.
"I mean I saw you at the beach. I saw you dancing
naked together. I saw you . . . I saw you . . . do things
together. I saw you switch partners."
Susan pulled the car to the curb and turned around.
"So that's been your problem. You peeked in on us."
Cathy hugged herself defiantly. "I thought I forgot
something. I came back up to get it and I saw you through
the window. I couldn't help but see."
Susan said, "Well, I'm sorry if you saw something that
bothers you, but it really doesn't have anything to do with
you, does it?"
"Is that what I'm supposed to be?"
Lisa gently said, "Cathy, don't judge us for something
that we enjoy that doesn't hurt you in the least."
Cathy turned at was looking out the side window. Lisa
was right, of course, she wasn't being hurt. They'd never
tried to get her to join in their nasty games. Why was she
so mad? Because what they were doing was wrong? How could
she say that? They were discrete. Because it was a sin?
Frankly, she just wasn't sure it was a sin if it didn't
hurt anybody. Her husband had sinned. Would it have been
a sin if she'd been involved? Was that it? Could she be
jealous of the fact that everybody in the world but her was
having fun having sex? "Take me home."
"Fine." Susan started the car and they drove the rest
of the way quietly.
Cathy got out of the car, mumbled "sorry" and walked
to her door. Susan waited till she was inside before she
drove off.
"Should we have made sure she made it to bed?" Lisa
asked.
"I don't think she would have wanted that."
"I guess that explains why she didn't want to have
anything to do with us."
Susan slammed a fist on the steering wheel. "She has
no right to judge us. We aren't hurting her. I don't know
about you, but I'm not worried about my relationship with
Charles."
"No. I know. I may not be in love with James to the
point where I'd want to marry him yet, but our relationship
is certainly stronger than it was before."
"You want to know another thing that pisses me off?"
"What's that?"
"She said she saw us dancing naked. She said she saw
us together. She said she saw us switch partners. She
must have stood outside the door watching for seven or
eight minutes. And now she's sanctimonious? She could
have knocked or walked away."
"Mainly I think she's drunk."
"She wasn't drunk when she watched us. And you know
what, maybe if they'd joined in, they'd still be married."
"I really don't think that was her fault. That's Tom.
I think you were right when you said his problem was he
couldn't let his wife be a nasty sex partner. You know
what Cathy's problem is?"
"What?"
"She's jealous."
Susan thought about that for a moment. "Do you
think?"
"Yes. She's never had anybody but Tom. He enjoyed
nasty sex. I think you and I are living proof that nasty
sex can be sex at its best. I think she knows she's
missing something. She's not sure what, but she knows
there's more than what she's had in the past." Lisa
smiled. "And, I think she figured out we were enjoying
some things she wasn't. She's jealous."
"Maybe so. I know I shouldn't get mad at her. I wish
I knew what to do now."
Three days later Susan's phone rang and she answered,
"Hello."
"Hi."
"Hi Cathy."
There was a stretch of silence. "I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize."
"I was drunk and might have said some things I
shouldn't."
"It's okay. Just don't judge us."
Silence. "I don't want to lose you as friends.
You're the only friends I have."
"Oh, Cathy, there's no reason for you to lose our
friendship."
"I don't judge you. I know I'm naive and don't know
much about sex. I was mad at Tom, not you."
"Cathy, it is just sex. It is fun. I enjoy it. Lisa
enjoys it. We may do some unconventional things, but we
enjoy it and we don't hurt anybody. We've never tried to
drag you into our evil ways."
Cathy laughed. "I know. I'm sorry I peeked at you.
I should have turned away. I was just so shocked."
Susan laughed. "I can understand that."
"I guess you couldn't wait for me and Tom to leave."
"That's not fair. I asked you to stay." Susan was a
little guilty at the thought that she'd been careful to
make sure they couldn't. "If you had, we wouldn't have
done that."
"It doesn't matter. I just called to say I'm sorry."
"It's okay. We'll have another night out sometime
when you're ready."
"I think I'd like that."
There was a stretch of silence.
"Cathy, don't hate us for what we do."
"I don't. Really, I don't. It's just still so weird
to me."
"I can understand that."
"And. . . "
"And what?"
"I just wonder . . ."
"Wonder what?"
"I know it is none of my business . . ."
"Cathy, we're friends. I would appreciate it if you
didn't tell anybody else what you saw, but if you wonder
about something, I'll either tell you or I'll tell you I'd
rather not discuss it."
"I wouldn't tell anybody. I know it is nobody's
business."
"So what is it you wonder?"
Cathy laughed quietly. "So many things, but mainly,
you don't mind your husband having sex with other women?"
"I don't mind Charles having sex with Lisa."
"Even if you're not there?"
"Well, usually I'm there and if not, it wouldn't
bother me as long as I knew about it. I trust them both."
"See, that's weird."
"Well, it may be, but it works for us."
"And who am I to judge. You're still married."
Susan was quiet. She had no response to that.
"Another thing," Cathy said, "and you can tell me it
is none of my business, how long have you and Lisa been .
. . you know . . .?
"Been having sex? Together?"
"Yeah, I mean . . . how did that start?"
"A few months. It just happened. We realized it
would be something we would all enjoy."
"I thought maybe you had been lovers even in high
school and I never knew."
Susan laughed. "No. Just a few months. But, that is
partly how it got started. We both confessed that we'd
wondered what it would be like to have sex with each
other."
Cathy thought for a moment and realized with a start,
that she'd wondered, just on an intellectual basis what sex
with a female would be like and could even remember
thinking specifically about Susan. It had only happened
when she had reason to thing about same person sex.
"Do Charles and James . . . ?"
"No. I think men are wired different. I think women
are more flexible in that department for the most part."
"But how did you start. I should have been able to be
what Tom needed. I followed his lead."
"Cathy, what we do is nothing like what happened to
you. Charles and I enjoyed nasty sex with each other
before Lisa and James got involved. Tom is the one that
wouldn't share that with you. We would not have stayed
married if either of us went outside the marriage to find
what we call nasty sex. Quit beating yourself up over
Tom's failure."
"Oh, I know, but . . ."
"But what?"
"What about next time? If there is a next time. What
do I do?"
"Cathy, you do what you're comfortable with. You
don't have to swap partners or be with a woman or do any of
the other nasty things that are possible unless it is
something you enjoy. I think, once you're back out there,
that you'll find that guys will appreciate a lady with
lusty desires. You'll scare some off and some won't want
to marry you and to those you say good riddance."
"That's what Tom did isn't it? He found somebody who
for some reason he wasn't afraid to be nasty with."
"Your marriage with Tom had other problems and we're
through talking about it, okay?"
"Okay."
"Look, I don't want to know about your sex life, but
you have to decide in your own mind what you enjoy and what
you want to try to see if you enjoy and what you absolutely
will not try."
"But, Susan, I don't even know what there is."
"Yes you do."
"No I don't. I've never done anything."
"You've had sex, right?"
"Of course."
"Just straight missionary, man on top sex?"
"That's all. Ever."
"Really? You never got on top. He never went down on
you?"
"Nothing." Cathy blushed to say, "Just him on top a
couple of times a month."
"Oh, girl, you are better off. Have you ever thought
about doing other things?"
"Yes. Especially lately."
"What do you mean, lately?"
"God, this is embarrassing to talk about."
"Then don't. It's up to you. But, this is what
girlfriends are for. To talk about sex."
"You and Lisa always did talk about sex."
"Yes we did. We still do. And now, so do you and I."
"There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"
"Of course not. We're adults. Sex is a very strong
drive and it is fun. It is fun to do and to think about
and to talk about. Lisa and I talking about sex is what
got us together."
"What in the world were you talking about?"
"Nasty sex."
"See, you say that and it sounds like fun."
"Say what?"
"What you just said."
"Can you not even say that phrase."
"Oh, alright, you make 'nasty sex' sound fun."
"Contrary to what your mom and your priest may have
told you, nasty sex is fun. And the best thing is you
don't have to buy special shoes to enjoy it."
Cathy laughed. "I really am hung up, aren't I?"
"Doesn't sound like you're hung up so much as just
lacking in opportunity."
"What else do you do that is nasty sex?"
"Hmmm, now you might be getting into something that
I'd be uncomfortable talking about."
"Why? You and Lisa talked about nasty sex. Why can't
you talk to me about nasty sex."
"Okay. I guess you're right. So, Cathy, what is the
nastiest thing sex-wise you've ever done?"
"Uh... I asked you first."
"Yeah, but I'm not sure you really want to talk about
it. Besides, what's nasty to me might not be nasty to you
or vice versa."
Cathy laughed. "Anything is nasty to me. Okay, . . .
nastiest thing I've done lately is play with myself."
"Oh, my. You mean you touched yourself?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
"What do you mean where? You know where. Down
there."
"Down there?"
"Yeah, you know what I mean."
"Cathy, if we're going to talk about nasty sex, we
need a vocabulary. It is not nasty to say 'down there.'
What do you call your 'down there' when you're thinking
nasty."
"I . . . god, this is emabarassing . . ."
"But, kind of exciting, too?"
"Yeah, I guess so. So, I guess I touch my . . .
pussy."
"Yes. You do. You touch your pussy. I touch mine,
too."
"And you touch Lisa's."
Susan was quiet.
"Oh, Susan, I didn't mean that bad. Really. I'm
sorry."
"Don't apologize. I don't mind talking to you about
this stuff . . . I enjoy talking about sex, but preferably
with someone who enjoys it, too, and for sure only with
someone who won't judge me badly."
"I promise I don't think badly of you. Look, I told
you how I played with myself. I got turned on thinking
about the things you and Lisa did, okay?"
"What do you think about that? The fact that I touch
Lisa's pussy and she touches mine?"
"God, I'm so naive. What do I think? I don't know.
This is all so strange to me."
"Well, you know what? Even this awkward conversation
we're having is turning me on a little. What do you think
about that?"
"Really? Talking to me like this turns you on?"
"A little."
Cathy sat there for a moment and thought about what
she was feeling. She realized that not all of her feelings
were of embarrassment and nervousness. She could also tell
that she was starting to get the first feelings of arousal.
Used to, when that happened, she would turn her attention
to something, cleaning house maybe, to get it off her mind.
It was a release to realize that she did not have to try to
escape the feelings. She could even enjoy the feeling.
And, well, if it led to her playing with herself again.
She could do that and nobody would judge her badly. That
was a liberating feeling.
"Okay," Cathy said, "I guess I understand. I feel it
a little, too."
"Cathy, I love my husband and making love with him is
the greatest thing in the world. I also love sex. A lot.
I enjoy doing all sorts of nasty things to enjoy sex and so
does Lisa. Talking about that is what first got us
involved together. We just don't believe that what we do
hurts anybody. And believe me, we have lots of fun."
"What do you do?"
"I don't think I'm comfortable talking about that with
you in detail. Frankly, I'm afraid you might judge me."
"I understand. I don't think I would. Susan, I know
I've been frustrated in my sex life. I never knew how and
no idea exactly why until lately. I thought maybe there
was something wrong with me, that I was not supposed to be
that interested in enjoying sex. I'm starting to realize
that I was wrong about that. I'm just trying to learn."
"Learn?"
"I guess I feel like I need to catch up."
"I think the only thing you have to learn is how to
accept and enjoy your feelings. Fantasies never hurt.
You're smart enough to be safe about it. I guess that's
why we play with Lisa and James. We can safely explore and
enjoy what might otherwise just be fantasies."
"I don't have fantasies."
Susan laughed. "Yes you do. Or, you wouldn't be
calling me."
"Susan, this is hard for me."
"Then hang up the phone or change the subject and
we'll have lunch sometime. We'll talk about other stuff.
You don't have to talk about this. I'm not trying to
seduce you."
"I know. Please be patient."
"Look, when you masturbated what did you do?"
"What do you mean?"
"Okay, I'll ask in detail. Were you naked?"
"I got that way."
"On your back, the way you've always had sex?"
"I started that way."
"Oh, you started that way, but did something
different?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"I . . . I . . . I got on my hands and knees."
"And you'd never done that before?"
"Never. It's always been under the covers and not
even naked."
"And was it exciting to be naked and on your knees
while you touched your pussy?"
Cathy felt a surge of arousal at those words, naked
and pussy, and at the memory of being exposed in the
daylight to herself on her knees. "Yes. It was. It was
more exciting than usual. I . . . even . . . I looked at
myself in the mirror."
Susan was getting turned on imagining her friend.
"You looked at your pussy?"
"Yes. And. . . "
"And. . . ?"
"Nothing, I just looked, that's all."
"hmmmm... okay, listen, we've been friends a long,
long time. You have to tell me. What do you think about
the things Lisa and I do? Please tell me the truth."
"Susan, my life has been so screwed up and I never
even knew it. Everything I thought existed, doesn't.
Before, I would have said that if a man and a woman love
each other there could not be anybody else involved in
their sex life. I think that Tom and I and then you and
Charles have proved that's not true. If you and Charles
enjoy what you are doing, I cannot have a problem with it,
and I don't. You have to understand it remains very
strange to me, but then I guess everything is."
"I can understand that."
"I would probably always be too embarrassed to have
group sex."
Susan laughed. "Well, at least you didn't say I was
going straight to hell for it."
"No, I'm really not qualified to make that judgement."
"How about the fact that Lisa and I engage in sex
together?"
"I've known you both since high school and that makes
that one really really weird. Have you ever done that with
anybody else?"
"Yes. In college. I'm not a lesbian, you know."
"Okay."
"Look, I enjoy looking at sexy people and I enjoy
touching and being touched by Lisa. I think a big part of
it is that it is kind of kinky. Understand?"
"Remember, I don't understand kinky."
"Well, you said you masturbated thinking about what
you saw us doing. Did that include you seeing us with each
other?"
"Yes. I guess it did. It was certainly a part of the
collage running through my brain."
"So, a part of what turned you on was seeing us touch
each other. And you wondered what it was like, right?"
"Sure. That doesn't mean I want to do it, but yes, I
confess, it was something I thought about."
"Let me ask you this. When you looked at yourself in
the mirror, did it turn you on?"
"Yes," Cathy said in a small quiet voice.
"Cathy, this is so hard to talk to you about, because
you seemed to be so afraid of what we're talking about."
"I know. I'm sorry. I want to get over some of those
hang-ups."
Cathy was quiet. "Okay, I have an idea. You're home
alone, right?"
"Yes."
"Lisa and I are coming over and we're going to talk
about sex with you in person. I promise we will not try to
touch you in anyway. We just need to talk."
"Oh, I don't know . . ." And then Cathy realized that
she either had to take some steps along the primrose path
that was opening before her, or resign herself to
struggling alone to expand her horizons. Susan and Lisa
talked about sex together all the time, evidently. It
wouldn't hurt her to just try to talk about sex. "Okay.
You must think I'm nuts to be so nervous."
"No more nuts than anybody. And, you don't have to be
nervous. Rule number one of any kind of sex is the right
to say no. We don't want to drag you into our games."
"Okay."
"Unless you want to be. Bye." Susan hung up.
That last phrase was strangely exciting to Cathy.
Susan picked Lisa up, who, as she got in the car,
asked, "Now what exactly is going on?"
"I told you that I had a phone call with Cathy. I
really don't think our sex lives bother her. In a bad way.
I think she may be a little hot and bothered. And, I think
that may be a new experience for her. We're going to go
talk about sex."
"That should be interesting."
"I promised her we wouldn't try to lesbian rape her."
Lisa laughed. "What did you talk about?"
"Just be patient till we get there."
Soon, the three friends were sitting around in Cathy's
living room. Cathy was blushing with embarrassment, but
also, strangely excited.
Susan said, "Okay, we're all three friends. Friends
talk about sex. That's how they learn and that's how they
help each other get excited. Agreed?"
"Absolutely," Lisa said.
"I guess," Cathy said.
"Remember Cathy, if anything is said that makes you
uncomfortable in a bad way, just let us know, we'll go
shopping or something."
"No, I'm fine. I know that nothing you say can hurt
me. I don't judge you. I really don't. I'm jealous, I
guess. I'm just not sure I can contribute."
"Cathy, sex is not that complicated. You can
contribute. After all you got naked and fingered your
pussy. You told me so."
"Oh my god." Cathy buried her face in her hands.
"Way to go girl," Lisa said. "I did the same thing
just this morning. I used a vibrator."
"Oh my god."
Susan and Lisa laughed and eventually Cathy looked up
and laughed. Then, fanning herself, she said, "whew."
"Not only that, Lisa, she looked at herself in the
mirror when she did it."
"Oh my god!"
"Go girl," Lisa said. "Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes."
The wall of Cathy's living room that was at a right
angle to the sofa where Susan and Lisa were sitting was
made entirely of a mirror. Susan pointed at that wall and
said, "You know, before you told me how boring Tom was, I
always thought for sure that you must have had sex in here
on the floor where you could watch yourselves in that
mirror."
Cathy looked at the mirror and saw her face, red with
embarrassment. "No." She laughed. "I'm sorry to say that
never happened."
"Too bad."
"So," Susan said, "you said that playing with yourself
was the nastiest thing you had ever done. Right?"
"Yes. I know it doesn't compare to what you might
think is nasty, but it was for me."
"Well, do you really want to explore how nasty that
can be?"
"What do you mean?"
"I agree that masturbation can be deliciously nasty.
Hey, you told me you were thinking of me and Lisa naked,
among other things, and that made it kind of nasty, right?"
"Oh my god. Yes."
Lisa laughed, "Fun, wasn't it?"
"Yes."
"So, let's do something safely nasty," Susan said,
"let's all masturbate together."
"Oh my god."
"You say that a lot."
"I don't know if I can . . ."
"Okay, here's what I want to do. Let's turn the couch
around to face the mirror." Susan jumped up. Lisa and
Cathy stood up and helped her start moving the sofa around.
God, thought Cathy, I can't believe I'm doing this. I
can't believe it, but it is making me horny. How far can I
go? I will go as far as possible.
Susan moved a potted plant from in front of the mirror
and said, "Now, let's all sit down."
The three of them sat on the sofa and looked self-
consciously in the mirror. Left to right there was Lisa,
Susan, and then Cathy. Three attractive ladies, each
starting to breath a little faster and to feel the flush of
arousal at what they were doing.
"I don't know . . ." Cathy said.
Lisa said, "Remember we can stop anytime. But look at
us. We are one good looking group of babes, aren't we."
They laughed and Cathy said, "Yes, yes I guess we
are."
All three were in jeans. Cathy had on a t-shirt, as
did Lisa. Susan had on a button down blouse, tucked into
her jeans.
"You know," Susan said, "sex is mostly just a way of
thinking. We are all three fully dressed and even a priest
would have no problem with the picture we present, right?"
"Right."
"But, start thinking about what is under our clothes."
All three looked at the mirror. Lisa shifted on the
sofa. Cathy felt herself growing more aroused as she tried
to process what was happening.
Lisa caught Cathy's eye in the mirror and glanced down
to where she could see Cathy's nipples beneath her t-shirt.
She smiled. Cathy looked at her reflection to where Lisa
had looked and saw that her nipples were noticeable under
her shirt. She blushed and looked back at Lisa. Lisa
arched her back and smoothed her t-shirt and Cathy glanced
down, seeing the imprint of Lisa's nipples under her shirt.
She glanced at Susan's reflection, but the drape of Susan's
shirt did not allow her nipples to show.
Susan had watched the silent shift of glances. "Yes,"
she said, "my nipples are getting hard, too."
Lisa said, "You should see her nipples, Cathy, they
really stand out when she gets turned on. It's like she
has little tits on her tits."
Susan blushed. Susan noticed and was very surprised.
"You're blushing!" she blurted.
Susan laughed. "Yeah, well, so are you, but it's a
good blush. It's because I'm getting excited. How about
you?"
"Yeah, okay. I guess."
"And we didn't even have to get naked."
Cathy thought for a moment that she might be able to
detect the scent of somebody's arousal, but maybe it was
just her imagination.
"Do this," Susan said, spreading her legs wide.
The other two ladies followed her lead and the three
looked at their reflection, legs spread, the crotch of
three pairs of jean stretched tight, their legs criss
crossing each other. Cathy looked at herself, between her
legs. Then she looked at Susan and Lisa seeing the jeans
tight across each lady. Soon all three were smiling at
each other in the mirror.
Catching Cathy's eye in the mirror, Susan moved her
hands to the button on her own jeans and unsnapped it. She
did not lower her zipper. She just sat smiling at Cathy.
Lisa just watched, her hands did not move as Cathy looked
over to see if she was doing the same.
It was as if she was watching someone else as Cathy
watched her own hands in the mirror. They moved to the
fastening of her jeans. Her fingers gripped the fabric.
All six eyes were on her slender fingers as they tugged
until the button on her jeans parted and the fly on her
jeans lay slightly open. She smiled at Susan. She heard
the snap and looked over to see that Lisa had undone her
jeans.
Lisa tugged at the open flap of her jeans, causing the
zipper to lower about half way. She smiled at Cathy.
Oh god, Cathy thought, we are going to do this. Susan
noticed the way that Cathy's tummy tightened with a clench
of tension at that thought.
"Now Cathy," Susan said, "imagine how much fun it
would be if a couple of guys, say Charles and James, were
sitting over there watching us do this. Do you have an
exhibitionist tendencies?"
"I would be so embarrassed."
"Yeah, but kind of excited, too, right?"
"Yes. I think so."
"Especially if they were jacking off while they
watched and you could see their cock and balls?"
Cathy's arousal stepped up a notch. "Yes. Okay?
Yes."
Susan laughed. She kicked her shoe off. Lisa did the
same and Cathy followed their example.
Lisa said, "We should do that some time. Just sit and
masturbate with the guys." Cathy looked sideways at her
and Lisa said, "I'm sorry. I'm getting carried away. I
didn't mean you Cathy. I meant me and Susan. Unless you
wanted to, of course."
Cathy had seen Charles's and James's cocks, of course,
that day on the beach. She could not stop picturing them
across the room, stroking themselves and looking at her.
She was getting hornier.
Cathy's eyes met Susan's in the mirror. "Step two?"
Susan asked, raising her eyebrows as her hands went to the
zipper on her jeans.
Cathy swallowed and nodded, barely.
Susan unzipped her jeans. Cathy felt like she had
never done anything near as wicked as when she unzipped her
jeans, knowing the path she was following. She looked and
could tell that Lisa, too, had fully unzipped her jeans and
pulled back the fly, exposing pale blue panties.
Cathy looked down and could see her white panties
peeking out of her fly. She spread the fly, exposing her
panties as much as she could. Her cheeks burned with
excitement.
Susan moved beside Cathy, raising her hips and, as
Cathy watched the mirror, Susan slipped her jeans down and
off her legs. She threw them to the side and sat there,
her legs almost closed, her expression calm in the
reflection of the mirror. Lisa moved and her jeans quickly
joined Susan's at the side of the room.
Cathy now realized the danger in waiting until the
other two had removed their pants. Now, they both were
looking at her reflection, waiting for her to slide her
jeans off, waiting for her to take the next step. She
smiled, raised her hips and slid her jeans down. She
stopped mid-thigh to tug her white cotton panties back to
her waist. Then, she pushed her jeans past her knees to
her ankles. Bending, she pulled them off one foot and then
the other, finally tossing them aside and looking defiantly
at her two friends. The three of them smiled at each
other. All three didn't mention it, but they each could
smell the scent of arousal in the room.
Lisa started to spread her legs, sliding slightly
forward. Her panties stretched across her body. Cathy
could see the dark shadow of pubic hair and realized that
both her friends trimmed the hair there. That was another
thing she'd seen at the beach. She was not trimmed and she
was embarrassed to think that her hair would be different
than theirs, fully covering her sex and spreading naturally
in the dip of her thighs. But, she was also terribly
excited that she would soon be seeing in greater detail
what her friends looked like with their trimmed pubic hair.
Cathy could see a spot of wetness on Lisa's panties.
Oh god, they were going to see her wet, too. But, it
didn't matter, because there was Lisa, unashamed of her
arousal and wetness. Was Lisa wet thinking about seeing
naked women? Was that what this was about? Were they
seducing her? Cathy had a moment of panic, but when she
moved pressed her thighs together, she could feel that she
was wet. That didn't mean she was wet because of her
friends state of undress. It just meant she was excited.
She could trust Lisa and Susan.
All of those thoughts flashed through her mind so fast
that there was barely a pause before Cathy followed Lisa's
lead and started to spread her legs toward the mirror.
Susan noticed that she moved even before she, Susan,
could and decided that everything was going okay. They
weren't freaking out Cathy in a bad way. Susan spread her
legs.
Cathy noticed the wet spot there on Susan's silky
white panties. Then she looked at herself. She'd started
getting wet while on the phone with Susan and her
excitement had done nothing but increase. Her panties were
soaked. There was a spot on Lisa's panties, and a slightly
larger spot of wetness on Susan's panties, but the only
word for Cathy's panties was soaked.
"We look good," Lisa said.
"Yes we do," Susan said.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Cathy said.
"You okay?" Susan asked.
"Yes. I think you can both tell that I'm excited.
Look at that." Her eyes went to the reflection from
between her legs. Susan and Lisa both looked. Cathy
realized it was very wicked feeling to have them look at
her. She was an exhibitionist.
Susan began to unbutton her blouse. In a moment all
three ladies were sitting in just their panties, calmly
looking at each other's breasts in the mirror.
"See," Lisa said, "look at her nipples."
Cathy looked at the way Susan's nipples were swollen
smooth, swelling from the rest of her breasts like they
were inflated with air. Lisa's breasts were slightly
smaller than Susan's and topped with small crinkled pink
nipples. Cathy suddenly realized that her breasts looked
very good, rounded and firm, her nipples had enlarged some
with child bearing, but they were now erect, obviously from
sexual arousal. Her breasts were certainly as sexy and
attractive as her friend's.
Cathy suddenly realized that Lisa had her hand in her
own panties. It wasn't really moving, but the shape of her
knuckles clearly indicated that she was cupping herself.
That excited Cathy.
"Cathy, Lisa, I want to watch the two of you
masturbate while I play with myself, okay?"
Cathy smiled at Susan and nodded. Susan stood up and
slipped her panties down and off her feet. Cathy enjoyed
the view of Susan's bottom as Cathy turned away from her
slightly to remove her panties. She noticed that Lisa was
watching, too. This was all okay. If she wanted to watch,
she didn't have to try and hide it like she did in high
school. Gosh, she thought to herself, I did try to look at
other girls in PE. I'd forgotten that. What did that
mean? She wasn't gay, it just meant she was curious.
That's all.
Lisa stood up and removed her panties while the other
two watched. She took her time when she turned around and
Cathy had a good view of the thin line of short hair that
was over the slit of her sex. I wonder what that's like to
have yourself so bare down there, Cathy thought.
After Lisa sat down, Cathy knew that it was her turn.
Her knees actually trembled with excitement, and her cheeks
burned red as she stood and slid her panties off her feet.
She's never stripped so blatantly in front of other people
in her entire life. She looked down at herself and said,
"I have more hair than you."
"We can fix that some day if you want," Susan said.
Cathy sat back down. She noticed that Susan's hand
had strayed to the area just above her pubic area.
"You know what," Lisa said, "you might ought to get us
some towels to sit on. We're going to get your sofa wet."
Cathy said, "You're right about that." She stood up
and walked naked into the hall. She didn't even look back,
but she knew her friends were watching. How terribly dirty
this all was!
She came back with three fluffy towels and they moved
to arrange them so they could sit.
"Cathy, I'm not suggesting we do anything but
masturbate ourselves, but . . ."
"But what Susan?"
"Women do turn me on, okay?"
"I know."
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes. I'm more excited than I've been ever before."
"Does it bother you that it excites me to see you
naked? Just like it excites me to see Lisa naked?"
"No. It really doesn't. We're friends and remember,
I no longer judge my friends."
"Well . . ." Susan blushed. She'd taken the lead in
this incredibly strange gathering and she was blushing.
What could she be asking?
"What Susan? Now who's being shy?"
In a rush, Susan said, "Can I smell your panties?"
Cathy could almost feel her lubrication increase at
the nastiness of that question. That ratcheting up of her
arousal, clouded her mind and she could not even respond.
Susan misunderstood her hesitation, and said, "You
don't have to. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
"No. It's alright. Just unexpected. You want to see
what I smell like down there?"
"Yes. It is exciting to me. I love the scent of
sex."
"Me, too," Lisa said. "I want to enjoy your panties,
too."
Cathy's brain was working overtime. Her nose dilated
as she breathed in the sharp, musky scent that permeated
the room. It was sexy. Cathy wondered if you could
actually tell the difference between the scent of each of
them.
Without a word she reached down and picked up her
panties and held them out to Susan. More glad than ever
that she had put on some recently purchased, untattered
panties. She watched closely as Susan shyly lifted her
panties to her nose and breathed deep. Lisa's hand was
moving between her legs. Susan's eyes closed as she
breathed deep and the warmth of her thigh pressed against
Cathy as she spread her legs and pushed her hand between
her own legs, stroking with a definite motion of caress.
Lisa smiled at her.
Susan handed Cathy's panties to Lisa and said, "Give
me yours."
Lisa bent to retrieve her panties from the floor.
With a smile she rubbed them against the wetness between
her legs and handed them to Susan. Cathy moved and could
actually feel the slickness that escaped to her thighs.
Lisa was breathing deep from Cathy's panties and Susan from
Lisa's.
Susan's hand that was holding Lisa's panties dropped
to her thigh. Her head was laid back and she was smiling.
"God, I love that."
"Let me see," Cathy said. She'd always been
embarrassed by her own scent, but now, not only was she
naked with two friends, but they were clearly enjoying the
scent from the crotch of the panties they were crossing
around. It gave Cathy incredible freedom to indulge her
curiosity about how different each might be. She reached
over and took Lisa's panties from Susan.
She watched the bundled silkiness as she raised it to
her face. I cannot believe I am doing this. The
smoothness of the panties brushed her cheek. She breathed
in the spicy scent of Lisa. Lisa's panties were still wet
from where she'd pressed them between her legs and Cathy
felt that wetness against her face. And it was incredibly
nasty sexy for her to do so.
Cathy looked over the bundled panties at the mirror.
Her friends were clearly masturbating, there hands rubbing
between their spread legs. She could see everything!
She leaned back, closed her eyes, maybe in
embarrassment and spread her legs. Susan could see the
engorged labia of her friend peeking out of the bushy curls
of her hair. The hair was dark there, matted with the
wetness that had left its scent in her nostrils. Susan
sighed in pleasure.
"That wasn't bad was it? Smelling Lisa's panties?"
"No. I can't believe I did that, but it was good. It
was exciting."
Fingers moved slowly over the soft flesh of each of
the ladies.
"You know," Lisa said, "that was the first thing we
did together. We put our fingers in our pants and let each
other smell and taste."
Taste?! Oh my god! Cathy had never even tasted
herself, much less somebody else. What could that be like?
"That was so hot," Susan said.
Cathy moved her hand over her clit and the feeling
that erupted was almost electrical. Her friends had done
so much together. And she'd done so little even by
herself. "I've never even tasted myself." Cathy could not
believe she said that out loud.
"Well, now's your chance. You're with a couple of
friends that certainly enjoy the taste of their own pussy.
Try it if you want."
"Right here?"
"Yeah," Lisa said, "do you know what a turn on it
would be to see you do that, knowing you never had done it
before in your life?"
Cathy rubbed harder. She let a finger sink into her
folds. She was so wet! Could she do that? The scent
turned her on. What in the world would it taste like?
She pushed the finger inside further and moved it
around, getting it wet all over. She closed her eyes and
lifted her hand to her mouth. Her tongue stretched out to
barely touch her finger. The scent was strong and for the
first time in her life, she tasted her own arousal. She
opened her eyes. Susan had a finger in her mouth, sliding
it in and out, her tongue obviously working to taste the
full flavor of herself. Cathy did the same, pressing her
finger into her mouth to taste herself.
She flinched when a minor shock of an orgasmic feeling
struck. She was not even touching herself! She put her
hand back between her legs. She could see two of Lisa's
fingers pushing in and out of Lisa's pussy. Lisa's thumb
was crooked, stroking back and forth across her clit.
Susan had two fingers making circles on her clit.
Movements were getting faster. Lisa started to come first,
jerking forward, her thighs clenching and rising as she
started to come. She made noises and hearing those made
Cathy start to come. The first sharp groans were
involuntary and after that she didn't worry about making
sound. Lisa was certainly making the sounds of a lady
having an orgasm. Soon, Susan was moaning through an
orgasm.
They all came, bodies shiny with the perspiration of
effort, fingers shiny from their arousal. Cathy could feel
the slick perspiring heat of Susan's leg against hers as
she, incredibly, peaked for what was obviously a second
full orgasm. Another first for her.
Later, after they'd dressed and hugged and said some
things. Cathy gathered the towels off the sofa to take
them to the washing machine. She held each to her face and
inhaled. Instead of the washing machine, she took them to
her bed that night. The mingled scent left by her and her
friends surrounded her as once again she fingered herself
to release.
Part XIII
Susan called Cathy the next day.
"Hi, you okay?"
"Yes. I'm okay."
"I just wanted to make sure. So . . . how do you feel
about yesterday?"
Cathy laughed. "I feel. . . hmmm . . . weird. I
feel like there's a whole big world out there I never knew
existed. I mean, all we did was play with ourselves and it
was the wildest thing I've ever done."
"So, did you enjoy?"
"At the time I did."
"And, upon reflection?"
Cathy was quiet for a few seconds. "Yes. I have to
say it was enjoyable." She did not share that she'd woke
up this morning and masturbated again, thinking of
yesterday, of the way Susan and Lisa had looked in the
mirror, legs spread, fingers and hands busy, and the sounds
they made. She could still see in her mind's eye the way
Cindy's nipples looked when Cindy had arched her back in
orgasm. Oh, yes, it was enjoyable.
"Okay. Lisa and I worried on the way home that we'd
pushed you somewhere you weren't comfortable."
"No. I honestly feel like I could have stopped it at
any time. It was strange and I was embarrassed, but it was
okay."
"Okay, then." There was silence, neither knowing
exactly how to follow up. Finally, Susan said, "Look, we
would never want to push you somewhere you didn't want to
go, but we can get together to talk anytime."
"Just talk?" Cathy giggled.
"If that's what you want. You seem to want to explore
sex. Maybe just in your mind, but hey, if you enjoyed
yesterday and we get the urge to do it again, who's to tell
us we can't?"
"Thanks. And I mean thanks for everything. It is
kind of sad that my most wildest experience has been with
other women. I really do prefer men. And yeah, I'd like
to explore things. Learn things. Enjoy things. It's time
I got to."
"Yes it is. So, seriously, if you want to just talk
about sex stuff, just let me know."
"I don't even know where to begin."
"Well, you'll have to take the lead, okay? I'm still
not sure where you're headed."
"I'm not either. Why can't you just teach me."
Susan laughed. "Oh, I'd be glad to teach you some
things . . ."
"I didn't mean . . ."
"Oh, I know, I didn't mean that either. I'd be glad
to teach you about things you can do with men. You have to
really experience them to get the most out of them. But,
really, Cathy, fantasies are okay. You can do whatever you
want in your mind and nobody can fault you for it. You
should see some of my fantasies. You'd probably want to
lock me up."
"Like what?"
"Nope. I'm not telling. You ask questions if you
want and I'll answer, but you have to take the lead."
"But, why?"
"Because Cathy... it turns me on to hear what flicks
your clitty."
They both laughed. Cathy said, "I'm just so naive."
"That makes it all the better."
"Like . . . "
"Like what?"
"What's it like to put a man's thing in your mouth?"
Cathy said all in a rush.
"I like it, but you need to learn to use the right
words okay? It makes more sense and it makes it a little
more nasty and nasty sex is a turn on. So, did you really
mean what is like to put a man's thing in your mouth? Or,
did you mean what's it like to suck a man's cock?"
"Okay. What's it like to suck a man's cock?" Good
god, she was getting aroused. And Susan was right. It was
nastier and sexier to use words like suck and cock.
"Like I said, I like it. I like the way it is hard in
my mouth and the way it gets smooth and slick. I like to
feel the weight of a cock on my mouth. I like to feel
balls in my mouth. I like the feeling of submissiveness
when I'm on my knees and his hands are on my head taking
control. I like the taste of his skin and the smell of his
musk. I like the things it does to him, the way my mouth
makes him shudder and moan. And, I like to feel a cock get
harder and harder. I like to feel it jerk and I like the
how nasty it feels to know he is coming in my mouth."
"What's that like? When he . . . comes in your
mouth?"
"Hmmmm. . . I feel powerful and sexy. I feel slutty,
in a good way. It tastes like a man. You might have to
get used to the taste but I've always liked it. Come can
be kind of salty strong. It is slick and hot. God I'm
getting wet just talking about it."
Cathy laughed. "Well, I'm getting that way just
listening. And, I've never done it."
"You will some day. If you want. Damn, did Tom ever
go down on you?"
"You mean . . . no. We never did any of that."
"Cathy, if you think fingers feel good, just imagine a
tongue against your pussy, squirming around, licking your
clit. There's little better than a good pussy eater."
"Oh ..."
"Yeah. You will have to try it."
"I feel so stupid."
"No. Don't. Your inexperience is because you were
faithful to a lousy lover. That's all. You don't have to
worry about that anymore."
"I know."
"What else have you never done, but you're curious
about?"
"I don't know. Different positions, I guess."
"Hmmm. . . my favorite usually, is to be on my knees
with him fucking me from behind. You tried that when you
fingered yourself in front of your mirror, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"You'll have to try it with a man. Can I ask you
something?"
"Sure."
"How did it feel to take your clothes off in front of
a couple of other people yesterday?"
"It was embarrassing, but it was also exciting. It
was . . ."
"Nasty?"
"Yeah, nasty and exciting."
"It turned me on to see you naked, to see your breasts
and your pussy and to watch you masturbate."
"Yes."
"Did it turn you on?"
"Yes."
"Is it turning you on now to think about?"
"Yes."
"And, how did you like watching us get naked to
masturbate."
"I liked it."
"Tell me. What did you like?"
"Okay. I liked seeing you both naked. It was sexy to
see your breasts. It was sexy to see you spread your legs
so I could see your pussy."
"Even though we're just girls?"
"Yes. It was still sexy."
"Imagine doing it in front of the guys. I'm not
suggesting you do it. Just imagine it. Imagine standing
naked in front of the guys while they look at you naked."
Cathy realized she was getting more and more aroused.
"Yes?"
"Does that turn you on?"
Quietly, Cathy said, "Yes. It does."
"Cathy, I'm fingering myself while we talk about you
getting naked in front of the guys. It turns me on, too."
"What would I do?"
"You would strip so they could see you. They would
look at your breasts. They would have you turn around so
they could look at your ass."
"Yes." She could hear Susan breathing heavier.
"They would have you lay down on the floor and spread
your legs so they could look at your pussy."
Cathy slipped a hand into her pants and beneath her
panties. She was wet. "And . . ."
"You still turned on? I am so wet."
"Me, too."
"And, they'd have you spread your pussy open so they
could see inside you."
"Oh, god." Cathy's finger slipped into the wetness of
her sex and traced over her clit, sending a shock through
her nerves.
"You know what else my guys would want to see?"
"What?"
"They'd want you to get on your knees and raise your
ass in the air."
"So they could look at it?"
"Yes." Susan was going to come she was so turned on.
Cathy could hear her pant in rhythm with her strokes.
Susan heard her friend's intake of breath.
"Cathy, are you playing with yourself?"
"Yes."
"It's a turn on, isn't it, to think about being on
your knees while they watch."
"Yes."
"Both our guys like butts. They'd want to see all of
it."
Cathy closed her eyes and imagined being naked on all
fours with her friends looking at her ass. "What do you
mean: all of it?"
"They'd tell you to spread your ass, so they could see
your asshole."
Cathy jerked at that, coming close to an orgasm.
Susan said, "What do you think of that?"
"I think it is really nasty. Is that sexy?"
"Oh, yes. The asshole is very sexy." Susan slipped a
finger down and across her asshole lightly. "Cathy, when
you masturbate, have you ever touched yourself there?"
"You mean on my . . . ass?"
"Yes, have you ever let one of your fingers caress you
there?"
"No."
"There are a lot of nerves there and you know there's
nothing wrong with enjoying all your body."
"I'm starting to understand that." Her voice cracked
a little because her hand was stroking pleasure between her
legs.
"Well, do it now."
"What?"
"Are you naked?"
"No." Could she do what she knew was coming? Cathy
decided to just do whatever Susan told her to do.
"Take off your pants. I will too."
There was a moment when, if they'd been listening,
each would have heard the rustle of clothes being taken
off.
"Okay," Cathy said.
"You took off your pants?"
"Yes."
"Me, too. Get your finger wet, like I am."
"Okay. I am."
"Get on your knees."
"Just a moment." Cathy grabbed a pillow to rest the
phone on. She got on her knees on the floor. She raised
her ass and imagined Charles and James looking at her.
"Okay," she said.
"Is your finger in your pussy?"
"Yes."
"Mine, too. Now, get it real wet and just reach
behind you and run it over yourself."
Cathy took her finger and pressed her hand further
back. Her finger was just in the crack of her ass and she
moved it over her hole there, lightly. She had, of course,
touched herself there in the shower, but never like this.
She pressed a little harder and then moved her hand back to
her clit for a moment and then back to her asshole.
"Are your rubbing it?"
"Yes."
"Feel good?"
"Yes, it does."
"Cathy?"
"What?"
"I'm going to come." Susan started making small
noises of pleasure.
"Oh, god." Cathy started rubbing herself faster. She
lay her cheek next to the phone and reached between her
legs with her other hand. She kept one finger busy darting
about and lightly pressing against her asshole, while the
other hand stroked her pussy and her clit. When the sounds
that Susan made crested in volume, Cathy was coming. She
tried to be quiet, but Susan heard the gasps she made.
Later, she'd pulled her pants back on.
Susan said, "Nice?"
"Yes."
"See, sex is simple as long as you accept what you
enjoy."
"Susan, thank you. I'm still embarrassed, but
thanks."
Susan laughed. "Don't be embarrassed. Look at me,
I'm the one telling all my secrets.
It was quiet for a moment, while Susan thought about
what she wanted to suggest.
"Cathy?"
"What?"
"Think about something. Don't even try to answer
right now. But, would you like to watch Charles and me
have sex? You would not be expected to participate. You
could just watch. It turns me on to watch and I know
Charles will understand. If you wanted to play with
yourself, that would be okay."
"uh... "
"No, don't answer right now. Think about it and if
you like the idea, call me back sometime and just say,
'okay' and I'll know what you mean."
"Okay. I mean I understand."
"I have to go, we'll get back together soon and just
go out like normal people. Bye."
"Bye."
Cathy's mind could not even wrap around what Susan
suggested, but it could also not stop thinking about what
it would be like to watch her two friends have sex in front
of her. No. To be exact, to have them have sex for her to
watch. She started to get aroused again, but she had to
resist. Her kids were due home any moment.
The phone rang at Susan's house. She answered,
"Hello?"
"Okay."
"Cathy?"
"Yes. Okay."
"Come over here tonight, 7:30."
"Okay." Breathless, Cathy hung up the phone.
Susan turned to Charles and said, "Honey, I've got a
surprise I think you'll like."
Part XIV
There was a knock at exactly 7:30. Susan opened the
door. Cathy was standing there dressed in slacks and a
button down shirt. She was blushing furiously.
Susan said, "Hi." Susan was in a robe.
"I almost chickened out."
"I know." Cathy took her friend's hand. "I'm glad
you didn't. Come on in."
The lights were dim in Cathy's living room. There was
a comforter on the f