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 Authors name: Anon PIXNIX Author
 Story title : Vintage Wine

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 Vintage Wine
 by Anon PIXNIX Author - 1991

 ***
 
 I had been living in the apartment building for three
 years. The two women had been next door for the past
 two. Over the course of time, we exchanged the typical
 pleasantries and small talk. Eventually we developed a
 comfortable but relatively casual relationship. I would
 help them out if they needed some heavy work done or
 if something needed fixing. They would reciprocate by
 presenting me with some delicious baked goodies,
 especially around the holidays. They also helped me
 dress up my apartment by suggesting things like plants,
 accent pillows and other such things so much more
 appreciated by women. They would even invite me over
 for dinner occasionally. The meal was always excep-
 tional since Donna was a trained gourmet chef. (Or
 would that be chef-ess? chefette?)
 
 I always enjoyed it when I got the chance to see these
 two women but I never explored any romantic opportuni-
 ties with them. I'm not really much of a "lady's man"
 and don't do too well when I'm around women. I guess
 I'm a bit shy really.

 But for some reason, women seem to relax around me. I
 guess they figure that I'm not going to put some flashy
 moves on them. They sometimes treat me like their
 brother. I am not very threatening I guess.

 That usually makes it all the more difficult for me to
 try to develop a romance. I suppose another reason was
 because I was seeing this other women pretty seriously.
 I like things pretty simple and didn't want to com-
 plicate one relationship and possibly screw up a nice
 friendship. Besides, if I started dating one, that
 would probably cause some ill feelings in the other.
 Too many ways to get into trouble.
 
 That isn't to say I didn't fantasize about them. Many
 times I would allow my thoughts to wonder to torrid
 visions of sexual encounters with my neighbors, even
 as a threesome.
 
 Our two apartments were in the inside corner of an
 L-shaped building that faced a  picturesque hillside.
 The windows were extra large in the living rooms and
 bedrooms to take advantage of the view. This also
 meant that if the curtains were open, we could see
 into each other's apartments.

 I typically kept the curtains in the living room open
 all the time, being the carefree bachelor that I am.
 
 One of my favorite pastimes was to sit in my easy
 chair by the window and read. I also regularly glanced
 upward to see if Donna or Alicia could be seen. If they
 we made eye contact, we would usually exchanged a
 friendly wave. We were all pretty comfortable with the
 relationship.
 
 Over time, I've seen the girls entertain the gamete of
 relatives, girl friends and boy friends. I must admit
 that I always felt just a bit sad when a boy friend
 was visiting and the drapes were closed as the evening
 progressed.
 
 Eventually, and inevitably, my relationship with my
 girlfriend turned sour and  we broke up. Even during
 it's best moments it could only have been described as
 flat and not terribly exciting. But a loss is a loss
 and I went through the obligatory depression and
 sorry-for-myself period. 
 
 So, one evening, while in this emotional funk, I was
 reading and happened to glance over the tops of my
 reading glasses and into my neighbor's living room
 window. There were about five or six women visiting
 and it looked like they were having some kind of party.
 This struck me as a bit unusual so I watched a little
 more intently.

 It didn't take long for me to figure out what was going
 on. They were having one of those lingerie parties. One
 woman was presenting her wares to the invitees. They
 were drinking white wine and there was lots of giggling
 going on. I couldn't hear anything but from their
 gestures, it wasn't too difficult to imagine what they
 were saying.

 "OH NO! I couldn't wear that!" a very over-weight woman
 must have been saying while she covered her mouth with
 one hand and pointed to the very small sheer teddy
 being held up by the matronly woman that was wearing
 too much make-up.
 
 I then saw slender Alicia take the garment and hold it
 over her tight fitting T-shirt and faded jeans. "She
 could wear that just fine," I caught myself saying out
 loud.
 
 I went back to my book but checked in on the party
 occasionally. It eventually broke up around 8o'clock.
 I watched Donna and Alicia make their way around the
 apartment picking up after their guests had left.
 Although the hillside is nice, I rather preferred the
 view of two very attractive women repeatedly bending
 over in very tight jeans.
 
 I was just about to finish reading and close my book
 when I took one more glance across the way. In the
 window was Donna waving at me as if she had been
 trying to get my attention for some time. She was
 mouthing "come over" and waving at me. There was
 nothing unusual about the request so I thought little
 of it and heaved myself out of my comfortable chair.

 As soon as their door opened, I was greeted with a
 big hug and a kiss on the cheek by Donna. The stereo
 was playing pretty loud but I doubt if the two of them
 noticed it. They were probably pretty used to it by
 now. The air was pretty stale so it was a good thing
 that Donna went over too open the living room window.

 There was a heavy odor of sweet cheep perfumes. I
 assumed that it came from the perfumes of their guests
 and the assortment of body oils, lotions, candles and
 incense that had probably been whiffed by the gather-
 ing. There was also another scent that I was much more
 interested in but I couldn't quite place. It was much
 more delicate and seemed almost straining to get
 through the other, more artificial smells. I liked it.
 What was it? I knew that smell.
 
 Donna, now standing before the screened window, turned
 to me and said in a louder than necessary voice,
 "Wannaglass of wine? It's really good." She giggled
 then she went of to fetch a glass without waiting for
 my answer.
 
 It was pretty clear to me that she was already quite
 familiar with that particular vintage wine. I have the
 feeling that they had spent most of the afternoon
 getting well acquainted with it.
 
 Silently, I wondered, "Where's Alicia?"
 
 As if on cue, out from the hallway swished Alicia.
 "Swished" was the only way to describe it! I could
 swear I heard a swishing sound as she went right past
 me towards the kitchen to join her roommate.
 
 "Hi Rick," she said to me, and then stopped and talk
 to the closed kitchen door. "Hey! How do I look?" she
 asked the door. 

 I think she too had been introduced to the "good
 vintage" wine.
 
 Alicia stood a few feet in front of me facing the
 kitchen door. Like her roommate, she wore a T-shirt
 and jeans. But over this unremarkable ensemble was a
 pink and very sheer ...uh..wrap?..no...uh...robe?...
 nope, definitely not a robe. I'm not sure what you'd
 call it. It came down to the middle of her very
 attractive butt and was trimmed in some kind of fluffy
 stuff that ran around the lower edge and up the front.
 Even with the T-shirt and jeans I could tell that this
 garment had great possibilities.
 
 Donna zoomed out of the kitchen and almost collided
 into Alicia. (I was to find out later that there would
 be a lot of "zooming" and "swishing" going on that
 evening.)
 
 Stopping just momentarily, Donna said, "Looks great!"
 Then she continued her zooming, and zoomed right up to
 me. She handed me the wine, whispered into my ear,
 "Sorry to hear about Marilyn. But we love you." She
 again kissed me on the cheek. I guessed that I was
 supposed to take comfort in that.
 
 Turning to her oddly dressed roommate she continued,
 "...but don't take my word for it. Ask Ricky here.
 He's probably a better judge than me."
 
 I hated being called Ricky. I hated it even when I was
 eight and I hate it at twenty-eight. But somehow I
 resisted the urge to tell her so. What was that smell?

 "So wadda-ya think Rick? Do ya like it? Does it turn
 you on?" Alicia asked sarcastically. Then she mockingly
 twirled in her little nighty getup.
 
 "Kinda hard to tell but I think it has possibilities,"
 I said casually as I took my first sip of the "good
 vintage" wine. Augh! The wine violently attacked every
 well-trained taste bud in my mouth. Did they really
 pour this from a wine bottle?
 
 My remark didn't seem to register with Alicia. Donna
 sat down on the easy chair and I sat on the sofa with
 my back to the hallway. Alicia just zoomed back down
 the hallway intent on something, only she knew what.
 
 "Had a party here today?" I nonchalantly asked.

 "Yeah," Donna answered. "We had a bunch of girls here
 for a lingerie party. It was fun." She took a big gulp
 of her wine and then giggled. No doubt caused by a
 mental flash of the earlier festivities. "Got kinda
 crazy for a while. Especially when the sex toys came
 out. You know. Dildos and Ben-Wa balls and stuff." (I
 felt a little uncomfortable with the unnecessary
 clarification.) "But they had some pretty sexy
 clothes."
 
 Then I saw her eyes open very wide with surprise. Her
 mouth did likewise. Her gaze shifted to just over my
 shoulder.
 
 "Holy shit!" she gasped.
 
 I could only assume that a huge oak hutch filled to
 capacity with very heavy earthenware was about to crash
 down and squash me. With an obvious ducking movement I
 swung around to see the instrument of my destruction.
 
 There was no hutch about to crush me, but the feeling
 of eminent disaster did not leave me. Alicia was walk-
 ing towards us but oblivious to the fact that she had
 both of our undivided attentions. She was busy
 attempting to tie the two strings that served to close
 her new nighty just below the neck.
 
 During Alicia's absence, she had removed her T-shirt
 and jeans and had also put on the rest of the little
 outfit. Under her almost transparent top was a tiny
 matching pink bra. It was cut extremely low and didn't
 quite cover her nipples that stood out hard and pink.

 Since her top could only be closed above her breasts,
 it was open below them. Her very curvaceous and slender
 waste was exposed. The tiniest of pink triangles
 covered her womanhood and it was held in place by the
 thinnest of strings that made the most enviable trip
 over and around her lovely hips.
 
 Once the top was tied, she opened her arms and asked,
 "How's this?" I think she knew the answer, which was
 good, because both Donna and I were speechless. Then
 she twirled without the mocking gestures. Her ample
 breasts bounced and jiggled with her movements. That
 bra was a marvel of textile engineering.
 
 Once her twirl was finished, she slipped around the
 sofa and bounced herself down. Some parts of her body
 did more bouncing than others and also did it longer.
 I took a gulp of my wine.
 
 "Holy shit Alicia," I heard Donna repeat. At least I
 thought it was Donna. I wasn't exactly looking at her
 when I heard it, but I assumed it was her. I might
 have been me but I'm pretty sure it was her.
 
 "I take it you like this better?" Alicia asked.
 
 "No shit!" is what I thought but did not say.
 
 Donna turned to me and asked, "You're not into that
 pinky virginal sweetsy crap are you Rick?" Still unable
 to answer, she added, "I'll really show you something
 special." And with that she got up and did her own
 zooming down the hall.
 
 "Well are you just gonna stare at my tits or are you
 gonna pour me some more of that good wine?" Alicia
 said with a radiant smile.
 
 I got up, backed toward the kitchen, almost tripped
 over the coffee table and stumbled through the kitchen
 door. Once inside, I felt myself begin to breathe
 again. Sweat was beginning to form on my forehead. My
 heart was pounding. I leaned against the counter to
 collect myself. I looked for the wine. 
 
 "Hurry up in there Ricky!"
 
 Among the messy hors d'oeuvres I spotted a green half
 gallon jug. That must be the wine. I grabbed the skinny
 neck of the bottle and made my way back into the living
 room.
 
 As I entered, so did Donna from across the room. I
 dropped the skinny necked bottle on my foot. I didn't
 feel it.
 
 "You strike me as this kind of guy," Donna asserted.
 She also twirled around.
 
 She was dressed in a black-lace teddy with red lace
 trim. She wore black stockings with garter belts and
 black heeled shoes. The teddy was French cut well over
 her hips. That cut was almost as high as her neck-line
 was cut low. A wide and deep V plunged between Donna's
 large breasts. Beside her nipples there was little
 else of her breasts that couldn't be seen.
 
 I stopped breathing again.
 
 Donna moved over to me. She placed her arms around my
 neck and gave me another hug. I felt her breasts press
 against me. I also felt a tingling between my legs. I
 probably had experienced that tingling several times
 already but this was the first time that I had actually
 noticed it.
 
 She slipped behind me without breaking her hug. Then
 she whispered into my ear, "This is what you want,
 isn't it? God, you're a sexy man. All you need is a
 big cock and you'd be perfect."
 
 I guess technically, under that rather limited set of
 criteria, I could now consider myself perfect.
 
 "Wanna show me?" Donna added as she came around to my
 front and backed away.
 
 She took my hand and led me over to the sofa. I silent-
 ly sat with Donna on one side and Alicia on the other.
 The two of them began kissing me.  They started rubbing
 their hands all around my chest. What was I supposed to
 do now? AND WHAT WAS THAT SMELL! IT WAS DRIVING ME
 CRAZY!
 
 I guess all men of any maturity eventually reach the
 point in an uncomfortable situation where instinct
 takes over. Like the point in time where an airline
 pilot knows he is going down and if he took the time
 to think about all the things he must do next, everyone
 would perish. Butall his training and gut instincts
 take over in such a crisis situation. He reacts with
 an inner knowledge and confidence. It becomes auto-
 matic. He becomes a machine that responds with light-
 ning speed. His mind calculates and processes options
 instantly. There is never a moment of hesitation. He
 becomes a superman. All are saved. He is a hero.
 
 I am no different. My mind and body knew what to do.
 Hell, one part of it was already doing it. My initial
 shock was quickly fading and was being overcome with
 much less sophisticated thoughts and urges. They were
 much more basic and primitive. I was rising to the
 occasion, literally. I couldn't let all those people
 in that plane die. One false step and we would be
 doomed. I had to perform brilliantly. It was all up to
 me. I couldn't let them down.
 
 My mind, although a bit rusty, began to kick into high
 gear. Quickly the crust of inactivity broke away and
 revealed a still well lubricated and functioning
 mechanism.
 
 With my arms wrapped around my two friends, I squeezed
 them close to me. They ignored the gesture and kept
 kissing me feverishly. Donna slid her hand down from
 my chest and pressed it between my legs. She cupped my
 balls firmly through my pants and repeatedly squeezed
 them. I felt my dick working hard to press from under
 her grasp. She would not let it. She followed the
 expanding member as it grew and started tugging at me.

 Occasionally she would pause to slid her hand up and
 down its length.
 
 "You DO have a big cock, don't you?" she whispered
 loud enough for Alicia and I to hear.
 
 I recall grunting something unintelligible.
 
 Not wanting to blindly accept Donna's assessment for
 her own, Alicia's hand joined Donna's and they both
 stroked and played with me through my clothes.
 
 I hugged the two women again and let my hand fall down
 from around their shoulders. I slipped each hand
 underneath their panties and found myself with two
 handfuls of the most delicious buttocks you could ever
 imagine. They were firm, warm and very smooth.
 
 Leaning to one side caused my left hand to slip from
 Alicia's ass but plunge deep into Donna's panties. My
 fingers made their way down between her cheeks and
 around to the front of her crotch. They were pleasantly
 greeted by a hot steamy wetness that signaled Donna's
 aroused condition. The texture was delightfully thick
 and slippery. I was enjoying this as much as she
 obviously was. I pressed down further and allowed my
 middle finger to slip deep into Donna's pussy. At the
 same instant she stopped kissing my face, grabbed my
 crotch hard, and with a hot breathy expression of air,
 whispered into my ear, "Oh yes! Fuck my pussy. Fuck
 me."
 
 I began to do exactly as she requested. I pressed
 another finger into her and started to thrust them in
 and out of her eager pussy. She was getting wetter by
 the second. She was also drawing into herself. Like a
 parachutist about to lunge through the open door of an
 airplane, she was preparing for her orgasmic plunge
 into oblivion.

 She let go of my now rock hard penis. She stopped
 kissing me and let her head fall back on her shoulders.
 She sat more upright so I could press even deeper into
 her. Her breathing became faster and so did my thrust-
 ing. I could feel her hard little clitoris press
 against my wet palm. She was about to come.
 
 Totally ignoring her friend, Alicia kept kissing my and
 sucking on my neck. But when Donna let go of my cock,
 so did she. It was for a different reason though. Her
 deft hands quickly undid my belt and zipper. My pants
 were soon shoved down to my ankles. With equal ease
 and with a little help from  me, she slipped my shorts
 down as well. The she grabbed me firmly and held me
 straight up.
 
 "Mmmmm," she muttered as if confronted with a long
 desired desert.
 
 My heart was really pounding now, it had been forever
 since I'd been in a position like this. Alicia slid
 down off the couch and positioned herself between my
 legs. Looking at me with a naughty look in her lovely
 eyes she licked her lips, opened her mouth wide and
 sucked me in completely.

 My body reacted with a shudder. Nosily and wetly she
 sucked me in and out of her mouth. She intentionally
 let large amounts of saliva drip all over me when she
 licked my cock with her mouth open.
 
 Donna was totally unaware of anything but her impending
 orgasm. It began with quick erratic breaths. She fell
 against my shoulder, jerking with each spasm.
 
 Mixed between her hot gasps I heard, "Huh...Huh...I'm
 coming...Oh, God!.. I'm coming...yes...Yes..."
 
 And come she did. My hand first felt her muscles
 clench down on my fingers. Then I felt a flood of warm
 wetness. I quickened my movements. I was using my whole
 hand to rub every part of her. It got wetter and wetter
 with each spasm. I could literally feel pools of female
 cum collecting in the crevices of my hand. She wrapped
 her arms tightly around me as if trying to hold on
 against a violent wind.
 
 Then she stopped moving. Her orgasm was over. I had
 never experienced so violent an orgasm in a women
 before and certainly not by just fondling her. She
 kissed me on the lips. Her full lips parted and I felt
 her warm wet tongue press between my own lips. Her
 breath was hot and panting. It excited me even further.
 I drew my hand from between her legs with a noisy
 squishing sound. I held her face in my hand while our
 tongues made their own love to each other.
 
 THAT WAS IT! That was the hauntingly exciting aroma I
 had smelled earlier. Only now it wasn't bombarded by
 the smell of cheap wine and a multitude of perfumes of
 equal quality. My two friends, along with their guests,
 had gotten themselves so worked up that even that
 faint, sweet, exquisite, erotic scent could still be
 detected by a nose that truly knows no better thrill.

 I touched our joined lips with my wet fingers. My
 nostrils filled with the wonderful scent of Donna's
 cum. I added the warm and slippery cum to our kissing.
 We both took delight in kissing and licking it from my
 fingers.
 
 In a wicked and determined voice Donna promised, "I
 will also taste your cum before the nights over."
 
 Our attentions now turned to Alicia who was dutifully
 devouring my cock. She was all over me like a crazed
 woman. She paid equal attention to my balls. She was
 very good at what she was doing. Each time she slid my
 boner between those luscious red lips of hers, I could
 feel the back of her tongue caressing me. Time and time
 again I intentionally squeezed my groin muscles full
 knowing that I was pressing more and more of my pre-cum
 into Alicia's wonderful mouth. Each time she just took
 me in that much deeper as if to say, "Give me all you
 can."
 
 Donna stood up and removed all of her clothes while
 Alicia continued her expert work. She stood naked and
 beautiful before me. I reached up using both of my
 hands to massage breasts. I also spent some time teas-
 ing and caressing the small and very erect nipples. I
 occasionally returned a hand to between her legs to
 retrieve some of her magical wetness and used it to
 lubricate and excite her nipples. More than once she
 intercepted my hand and brought it to her mouth to
 lick the her cum from my fingers. She seemed to know
 how it turned me on to watch her do that.
 
 Then Donna stepped around behind Alicia and undressed
 her. They were soon both naked. Donna interrupted her
 friend and said, "I want him to suck my pussy."
 
 Alicia smiled with my dick still in her mouth and then
 stood up. The two of them slid me to the floor. Facing
 me, Donna straddled my shoulders and pressed her crotch
 down onto my face. She was still very wet with cum and
 I was more than eager to lick and suck it from her. I
 pressed my tongue far into her cunt and playfully
 lapped at the folds within her. I also flicked at her
 clitoris. That made her squirm about on my face and
 smear it with her warm cum.
 
 "Oh you taste so good," I said somewhat muffled. "I
 love the taste of your cum."
 
"I'm glad," she replied. "I want to feel your tongue in
 my cunt. I want to feel you suck my cum from my pussy.
 Your tongue feels so good in me. Fuck me with your
 tongue."
 
 Alicia said, "Stop for a second."
 
 We looked at her. 
 
 "I want to have your hard dick deep inside my pussy.
 I'm so wet from sucking on your cock. I could taste
 your cum. It made me so fucking hot. I want you to fuck
 me. Look. See?"
 
 She squatted over my cock and used the fingers of one
 hand to spread the lips of her pussy. Her exposed
 clitoris was erect and a very deep pink. Her other hand
 was busy rubbing it and spreading her wetness all over
 herself. And then a most remarkable thing happened. Her
 own caresses caused her to get so wet that a long
 strand of lubrication slowly stretched from her cunt.
 The clear slender thread stretched down continuously
 until it touched me at the tip of my extended cock. It
 was warm and wonderful.
 
 Then she started using my cock to spread it even
 further. I felt like I was being tortured. She was
 stroking me up and down. I wanted to come so bad, she
 was driving me crazy.
 
 I went back to licking Donna's pussy in hopes of
 delaying my orgasm. Then I felt Alicia sit down. My
 well slickened cock easily slipped deep into her hot
 little cunt. I involuntarily let out a deep gasp. So
 did Alicia.

 Without a pause, she started moving up and down on my
 shaft. Each time she would draw me to the verge of
 popping me from her vagina and then she'd sit down
 again, impaling herself once more to the hilt.
 
 "Oh God. You feel so good. Your so tight around my
 cock. I'm gonna cum!"
 
 "I want you to," Alicia replied softly. "Come deep
 into me Ricky."
 
 Donna got up off of me and kissed me hard on my cum
 covered lips. Then she moved down closer to where
 Alicia was riding me. Donna reached under her friend
 and grabbed my cock. She began to stroke me while
 Alicia continued moving up and down. She also used
 her hand to help stimulate Alicia's clit.
 
 Faster and faster Alicia moved on me. She closed her
 eyes and seemed to do what Donna had done when her
 orgasm was approaching.
 
 She started to move erratically. Her chest expanded
 and contracted with deep gasps. Her wonderful breasts
 jiggled with her movement. Then she came!

 I felt her squeeze me tight. Like Donna, Alicia came
 hard and a lot. I felt her cunt flow and cover my
 crotch with her warm cum. I could see my cock glisten
 with the clear slick juice that pressed out of her
 with each thrust.
 
 This was all too much, "I can't hold out!" I warned.

 They ignored me.
 
 Every muscle seemed to contract at once. Alicia sat
 down on me and stopped moving. I felt my dick release
 a long burst of cum deep inside her.
 
 "Oh yes!!" she squealed. "I feel you coming, I feel
 it!"
 
 Alicia was slowly lifting herself up when I spasmed
 again. I saw my thick white cream ooze out from
 Alicia's cunt. She leaned far back. Donna then pulled
 my cock from with in her friend and started rubbing
 Alicia's clitoris with my still spurting head. I
 couldn't believe how sexy it looked to see her doing
 that.
 
 Again and again I spurted. Each burst splattered long
 thick strands of white cum on Alicia's pussy and up
 along her abdomen. Donna then fulfilled her earlier
 promise. As my orgasm began to subside, she leaned
 down and sucked me into her mouth. She laid her face
 against her friends cum covered abdomen and eagerly
 accepted the last remaining spurts of my semen.
 
 When my orgasm was over, she withdrew my spend cock
 from her mouth. Then I noticed that she hadn't swal-
 lowed my ejaculate, but now let it slide back out
 from between her talented lips. She deposited it back
 onto my cockhead and caressed its length with pursed
 lips.
 
 With cum still clinging to her cheeks and lips, she
 now turned her attentions to Alicia's pussy just a
 head turn away. I watched Donna's tongue tickle
 Alicia's clitoris and occasionally press into her
 pussy still dripping with my cum.
 
 Soon our passions subsided and we just looked at each
 other not sure what to say. We were content and
 satisfied. But maybe a little nervous about what we'd
 just done.
 
 After a few moments I heard myself ask, "Got any more
 of that great vintage wine."
 
 I deserved it. I had brought the plane down safely.

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