0 comments/  33351 views/  3 favorites

Do You Trust Me? Ch. 1

By: cattitude1965



THURSDAY - I locked the hotel room door behind me and sat down on the end of the bed. Glancing at my watch, I realized I still had an hour before Paul would arrive.

We had been planning this 4-day weekend for weeks. Of course, I had been doing a little secret planning on my own. I had a few surprises in store for Paul!

I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. While the water heated up, I stripped off my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. I brushed my hands lightly over my erect nipples.

'Damn, look at me - horny already and an hour to wait!' I thought.

I took a long hot shower, trying to relax. I took my time drying my hair, smoothing on body lotion and spritzing on a little cologne.

I closed the shades and curtains. Then I placed several candles around the room and lit them. I opened my overnight bag and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. I placed them under one of the pillows on the bed.

'He ought to be hear any minute.' I thought, glancing at the clock by the bed.

There was a knock at the door. I pulled on my short white satin robe and peered through the peephole in the door. It was Paul!

I took a deep breath, let it out slowly, then opened the door. We smiled at each other and I told him to come in. He stepped inside. I closed the door and locked it behind him.

I turned and smiled up at him. He pulled me into his arms, crushing my body against his and kissed me passionately, his tongue searching every corner of my mouth. I moaned and returned his kiss with equal passion. We fell back against the door with a 'thud' and he pulled at the belt of my robe. It fell open and his hot hands were all over my naked body as his tongue continued probing the farthest reached of my mouth. My skin was on fire with his touch and there was no mistaking the tingling between my thighs.

He kicked his shoes off as I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I struggled with his belt for a moment, then opened his fly and pushed his jeans down to his thighs. His cock was fully erect. It was so beautiful! I stared down at it for a moment, mesmerized. I could almost feel it inside me. I dropped to my knees and pulled his jeans down to his ankles. He kicked them off the rest of the way.

I looked up at him as I wrapped a hand around the base of his rigid cock and began to lick the head like an ice cream cone. A little bit of pre-cum glistened on the tip and I made a show of licking it off. God, it tasted so good! Then I placed feathery kisses up and down the shaft, but didn't take him into my mouth, not just yet. Oh, I wanted to. I wanted to so badly. But I had other plans for him today!

I stood up and led him to the bed by his hard cock. I pulled back the sheets and motioned for him to lie down in the center of the bed. He did. I climbed on top of him, my knees on either side of his hips, my wet pussy just inches from his erection.

I pressed my body down against his, my pussy touching the base of his cock, my abdomen pressing it down against his stomach. He groaned and so did I. I could see that making him wait would be as difficult for me as it would be for him! I touched his lips gently with mine. I looked into his eyes, smiling.

"Hi. Nice to see you again." I said, laughing.

He laughed too, just now realizing that he hadn't spoken since he came in the door.

"Hi." he laughed. "Yes, it IS nice to see you again." He reached up with both and and ran his fingers through my hair. Then he pulled my face to his and we kissed again, the light-hearted laughter of a moment before all but forgotten.

"I'm sorry. I was thinking about making love to you all the way here." He said. "Guess I'm a little anxious." He blushed a little.

"It's okay." I said. "I've been thinking about it all day too. I didn't know if I could wait for you or if I'd have to get started without you."

"Really?" he said, interested. I felt his dick throbbing against my abdomen. "I'd like to see THAT."

I leaned down and put my mouth right next to his ear. "And you will." I whispered. I slowly ran my tongue up the side of his neck.

"Do you trust me?" I whispered seductively in his ear.

"Yes." he said.

"REALLY trust me?" I asked.

"Yes. . ." he replied, obviously wondering where I was going with this.

"How much?" I asked.

"What do you. . ." he began to respond but stopped as I reached under the pillow, pulled out the handcuffs and dangled them in front of his face.

He raised his eyebrows, obviously surprised, but not unpleasantly so.

"Do you trust me THIS much?" I asked, smiling.

"Yes." he replied without hesitation.

"Good." I said. He lay very still and watched as I placed one end of each cuff on his wrist and the other end on one of the bedposts.

I resumed my earlier position, straddling his hips, my pussy pressed against the base of his hard dick. I leaned down and kissed him, pressing his erection against his stomach again. He groaned out loud.

"God, I want to fuck you." he said, breathlessly.

I began to slide my body over his, forward and back, letting my wet pussy lips slide up and down the shaft of his cock. He groaned louder.

"Oh baby, feel how wet I am." I whispered.

He moaned in response.

I nibbled his earlobes, kissed his neck, then ran my tongue along his collarbone, up the the center of his throat to his chin and back down again. I traced small circles around his nipples with my fingertips, then ran my tongue agonizingly slowly down his belly. His body tasted to so good!

Ignoring his engorged cock (with much difficulty, I might add), I moved all the way down the bed and ran my tongue up the bottom of his left foot, over his big toe and up over the top to his ankle. He groaned again, obviously not expecting that. I pushed his legs farther apart and knelt between them, moving my tongue slowly up his calves, behind his knees and up the inside of his thighs. As my mouth got closer to his hard cock, he let out a whimper.

"Please suck my dick!" he begged.

I took his aching cock in my right hand and stroked it up and down. More pre-cum glistened on the tip. I licked it off and cupped his smooth balls in my left hand, massaging them gently.

"Suck it, please, suck it for me!" he pleaded.

I had intended to make him wait, but he was in agony and I just couldn't stand it. Besides, I was eager to taste his cum. I wanted it. Hell, I needed it! Without hesitation, I went all the way down on him, sucking his whole cock into my hot mouth. I tasted more pre-cum. He was groaning louder and thrusting his hips up, trying to fuck my mouth. I knew he was very close to shooting his load. I moaned in anticipation and it seemed that the vibrations I caused sent him over the edge. He cried out. His hot cum hit the back of my throat. It felt so good! I sucked him hard, until his balls were empty.

When his body began to relax, I let his dick slip from my lips. I straddled his hips again, my pussy again touching the base of his now sleeping dick. He smiled at me. He was flushed and trembling ever so slightly.

"God Damn!" He said, laughing.

"That's only the beginning." I said.

I looked down at my full breasts, cupping them in  my hands and gently kneading them. I glanced up at him. With my left hand I continued playing with my breast. I let my right hand slide down my body and begin to massage my pussy. I was so wet, so hot. I whimpered and rubbed myself, slowly moving my hips forward and back as if I was riding his cock.

"This is what it looks like when I touch myself and think of you." I said softly. "Paul, I want you to see me cum for you."

He watched in fascination as my fingers worked the hot wet pussy they knew so well. Gradually, his dick began to spring back to life. Seeing it rise in response to my masturbation fanned the flames of my passion. My fingers and hips worked faster. I whimpered and moaned, completely lost in my self-pleasure. I felt an orgasm buiding inside me and I knew it would be explosive.

"Oh god. . .Paul. . .I'm gonna cum for you baby. . .Jesus. . .Oh god. . ."

And then it hit me. I threw back my head and cried out, nearly screamed, as it washed over my entire body. I fell forward onto Paul's chest, whimpered and shuddering. When my orgasm eventually subsided, I lay quietly, my right cheek against his chest, panting.

"That was so beautiful." he whispered.

I lifted my face and smiled at him. I kissed his lips softly. I slid my tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeper. I felt his hard cock, fully awake now, pressing against my stomach. My pussy began to tingle.

"Let me taste your cum." he said. And the tingling became throbbing.

I moved up the bed until I was straddling his face. He looked up at my glistening pink lips, dripping with my juices.

"So beautiful." he whispered.

I lowered it to his face.

"Lick my pussy, Paul. Drink my cum." I demanded.

I watched as he began to sample my sweet wet desire for him. His hot tongue felt so good! I began to move my hips, rubbing my clit on his lips, his tongue, his beard. His tongue worked a wicked magic on my pussy. Already I could feel another explosive orgasm building inside me.

"Oh yes. . .Lick me, Paul. . .lick me, baby. . ."

He kept licking and sucking my dripping cunt and moaning with pleasure. I leaned forward and grabbed the headboard to brace myself. I was humping his face shamelessly now, riding it like I was fucking him, grinding my pussy against his face and moaning, whimpering. Orgasm was so close, yet so far away. It seemed I was right there, on the edge of ecstasy, but my body just wouldn't let go.

Paul pushed his hot tongue inside me and began to suck my clit feverishly. That did it.

I came harder than I could ever remember cumming before. I could feel the incredibly hot juices just gushing from my pussy like lava as I continued grinding against his mouth.

When at last my orgasm subsided, I collapsed on the bed next to him, panting, trembling.

"I have two words for you." he said hoarsely. Then he cleared his throat and said, "Female ejaculation."

"No way!" I said. "That's a myth!"

"Look at me." he said laughing.

I looked at him. His handsome face was literally covered with my juice! It was in his beard, in his hair, dripping down his neck!

"Oh my God!" I said. At first, I was embarrassed, but that quickly faded as I realized how turned on he was.

I grabbed the key from the bedside table and removed the handcuffs, tossing them on the floor by the bed.

He immediately pushed me down on my back on the bed, rolling over on top of me. He pushed my thighs apart with his knees and drove his rock hard cock into me.

"Yes. . .fuck me, Paul!" I moaned.

His face was right next to mine. I could smell the sweet intoxicating scent of my cum on him. I ran my tongue up the side of his neck, tasting my juices. I drew his earlobe into my mouth, sucking it gently. He moaned and fucked me harder.

He put his hands under me, grabbing my ass, and rolled over so that I was on top. I ran my tongue across his lips, up one side of his face, across his forehead and down the other side. I kissed him again, plunging my tongue into his mouth so that he could taste my juice from my own tongue. And I began to ride his rigid cock.

He put his arms around me and ran his hands down my back, resting them on my ass.

"Mmmmm. . .squeeze my ass, baby." I whispered.

He began to knead the soft round flesh and I moaned, riding him a little harder, a little faster.

"Does that feel good?" he asked.

"Oh yes. . ." i said.

"Ride my hard cock. . .give me that hot pussy. . ." he groaned.

I complied, riding him  harder, faster. He held my ass firmly in his hands now. My body began to tremble as I came again. I managed to look at his face as I came. His head was back, eyes closed. He was close to the edge of ecstasy as well.

As my orgasm peaked, I slammed my pussy down onto his cock. All at once, he groaned out loud and squeezed my ass hard, as his orgasm took over his body. He shuddered as hot cum streamed out of his cock, filling my steaming pussy with the hot sticky fluid.

When it was over, I collapsed onto his chest, panting. He rubbed my back gently. We lay in silence for a while.

I lifted my head and looked at him. He pulled my face to his and kissed my lips softly. He ran his tongue across my lips and I parted them slightly, allowing his moist tongue access to mine. Our tongues did a sort of soft, slow dance around each other, tender and gentle at first, then growing more passionate.

We broke the kiss reluctantly, both of us wanting more, but knowing we were spent for tonight.

I lay down next to him, my head on his shoulder.

"This has been some evening." he said.

"understatement of the year." I laughed.

"Handcuffs." he said thoughtfully. "THAT was different."

"Well if you thought THAT was fun, wait until you see what I have planned for tomorrow!" I said with a sly smile.

"What?" he asked, quite interested.

"Just get a good night's sleep." I said.

"What have you got up your sleeve?" he asked.

I kissed him on the cheek.

"Goodnight Paul" I whispered.

I laid my head back down on his shoulder and smiled to myself.

'Tomorrow. . .' I thought.

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

Do You Trust Me? Ch. 2



FRIDAY MORNING –Getting “Dirty” in the Shower

When I woke up Friday morning, I heard the shower running. I rolled over and looked at the clock. It was nearly noon.

I got up and went to the bathroom door. I knocked.

“Come on in.” I heard him say. 

I stepped inside. He stood there, naked, with his back to me, one hand testing the water temperature in the shower.

I went to him and pressed my naked body against his back, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“Good morning.” I said.

“Good morning.” He replied. “Care to join me?”

“But of course.”

He got into the shower and stepped under the water. I got in behind him. He turned around, running his fingers through his hair, letting the water run over his head and down his back. He had a monstrous erection.

I laughed. “Do you wake up like that every morning or are you just glad to see me?”

“Both.” He replied, grinning.

“Good Answer.” I said. 

He reached out and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me under the water with him. He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue snaking into my mouth, and kissed me passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck, returning the passion of his kiss. I found myself moaning softly, not unlike last night, and I felt that familiar tingle between my thighs.

I leaned over and picked up the soap from the dish. I rubbed it between my hands, working up a good lather and began to wash his chest and stomach.

“Turn around.” I said softly.

He turned around and I washed his back. Slowly, I let my hands drift down to his ass and smoothed the suds on gently, massaging. I got down on my knees and washed the back of his legs. He turned back around. I washed the front of his legs, his feet. Then I took hold of that beautiful erection and slid one soapy hand slowly up and down the shaft, while cupping his smooth balls in the other, massaging them gently. He moaned softly.
I picked up the washcloth. I held it behind him, saturating it with the steamy water from the shower. Then I held it just over his cock and wrung it out, rinsing away the soap. I gripped the base of his cock in my right hand and slowly began to rub it all over my face. It felt exquisite! It was so hard, yet the skin was so smooth and warm. I closed my eyes, continuing to rub his rigid rod all over my face. It was really turning me on. 

I looked up at him. Our eyes locked. 

“Suck my dick.” He said, barely above a whisper.

I kissed the head of his cock, letting my tongue flick across the opening. I put my hands on his hips and slid my lips tightly over it, sucking gently. I closed my eyes and slid my mouth up and down the shaft slowly, savoring the feel of his hard meat on my tongue, the taste of him. With every stroke, I sucked him a little harder and picked up the pace a little more. My pussy was on fire. I wrapped my left arm around his hips and drew his full length into my mouth. Somehow my right hand found its way to my horny little pussy. I moaned aloud, enjoying the feel of his stiff dick in my mouth as well as the feel of my fingers massaging my hard swollen clit. My moaning sent vibrations through his cock that brought him to a loud explosive climax. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, stroked it a couple of times, and shot his hot cum all over my tits. I arched my back, pushing my tits toward him and began to massage them with my free hand, rubbing his cum all over them like I was smoothing on body lotion. 

He dropped to his knees in front of me, trembling and flushed from his orgasm. He glanced down at my right hand, still between my legs, but no longer moving.

“Finish.” He whispered breathlessly. “Cum for me.”

I laid back and propped my feet up on either side of the tub. My eager fingers went back to work on my pussy. 

I looked directly into his eyes and smiled seductively. He held my gaze for a moment. Then his eyes drifted down my body, over my soft, full, cum-splattered breasts to my hot pink pussy, glistening with my juices. He leaned over and began to massage my tits, pinching the nipples as he watched my fingers work their magic on my swollen clit. 

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I felt his hands slide down the front of my body, one hand resting for a moment on mine, as if he was getting a sense of the rhythm I was using as I masturbated. Then I felt his hands on my inner thighs, massaging gently. I smiled and moaned softly.

“Do you like that?” He asked.

“Yes. . .” I replied dreamily.

He slid 2 fingers into my pussy. For a moment my fingers stopped massaging my clit as I focused on the sensations of his sliding in and out of my hot cunt.

“Don’t stop.” He whispered. “We’re gonna get you off together.”

Immediately, my fingers went back to work, rubbing my pink pussy lips and massaging my hard little clit. I began to breath harder and rub myself faster, as he finger-fucked me harder and faster. My hips were bucking wildly, my ass bouncing up off the floor of the tub with each thrust.

“Oh God. . .so close. . .” I moaned. “Fuck me. . .fuck me. . .fuck me. . .!”

My orgasm exploded inside me. My fingers kept working my clit furiously and his fingers were buried in my cunt up to the knuckles. The muscles inside me were squeezing his fingers, contracting so hard and fast that he couldn’t have pulled his fingers out if he wanted to. 

When my body began to relax again, he pulled his fingers out slowly. I watched him lick them clean.

I sat up and took his face in my hands, pulling it to mine. I kissed him, pushing my tongue into his mouth urgently. I tasted the sweet erotic flavor of my cum on his tongue. 

He pulled back gently and smiled at me.

“This is shaping up to be one hell of a weekend.” He said.

I returned his smile.

“Come on,” he said, standing up. “I’m gonna go get dressed while you wash up. Are you hungry?”

“Famished.” I said, lustfully.

He laughed. “How about some lunch? I think we’re way too late for breakfast.”

I laughed. “Okay. Give me 20 minutes.”

He left the bathroom, closing the door softly behind him. I smiled to myself. ‘Oh yeah,’ I thought. ‘It IS gonna be one hell of a weekend!’

He didn’t even know the half of it. . .not yet anyway.

TO BE CONTINUED. . . 



Do You Trust Me? Ch. 3



FRIDAY NIGHT – 

After having lunch in the hotel restaurant, we spent the afternoon lounging by the pool, soaking up the sun.

Around 5:00, he mentioned that he was getting hungry. 

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s change and go for a drive, see if we can find someplace to grab a little dinner.”

I glanced at my watch. My surprise was due to arrive at 8 o’clock.

We went back to the room, changed into t-shirts and shorts and headed out. 

Just a few miles up the road, we found a nice little restaurant/lounge. It looked casual enough that we wouldn’t be underdressed. 

We sat across from each other on the bar side, at a small table for two in the corner. We each ordered a beer and a light meal. We talked about everything imaginable as we ate; work, music, movies, sports, politics, just about everything. Eventually, the conversation turned to sex. I moved to the seat next to him, scooting my chair very close to his. 

“What one fantasy do you most want to fulfill right now?” I asked, finishing my second beer and motioning to the waitress. She brought each of us another.

He thought hard for a few minutes. “Well, this weekend has been incredibly hot so far. But do you know what would really top it off for me?”

I leaned in close to him. “What?” I asked.

I’m still dying to watch you get your first taste of pussy.” He confessed.

I smiled at him. “Well, the weekend is young yet. You just may get to fulfill that one.” I said, reaching over and squeezing his thigh firmly. And there was that old tingling between my thighs. The crotch of my panties was beginning to feel a little damp.

“You’re drunk.” He laughed.

“No, just pleasantly tipsy.” I countered. I glanced at my watch. It was 7:30.

“That’s the third time you’ve looked at your watch. Got a hot date?” he teased.

“You might say that.” I replied, with a sly smile. “Ready to go?”

“Sure.” He said.

We took care of the check and headed back to the hotel.

When we got back to the room, I ducked into the bathroom for a quick shower while he watched television. 

“Bathroom’s all yours.” I said, about 5 minutes later, strolling out of the bathroom naked.

“That was quick.” He said, watching me walk toward him, his eyes filled with lust. 

He stood up and pulled me into his arms, his hands sliding down my back and squeezing my ass. I gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

“Go get your shower, babe. I have a surprise for you.” I said, smiling.

He had just stepped into the shower when there was a knock at the door. I pulled on my white satin robe and ran to the door. I looked through the peephole and there she was – my surprise – my girlfriend, Tracy. She was wearing a short red dress that buttoned up the front. I could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra, her hard nipples were poking through the thin material. If I knew her, she probably wasn’t wearing panties either. I laughed to myself and opened the door, motioning for her to come in and keep her voice down.

“Where is he?” she asked quietly, looking around the room.

“He’s in the shower.” I replied. “He should be out in a few minutes.”

I had met Tracy at work. We hit it off right from the start, becoming best friends quickly. We went to lunch together, occasionally had drinks after work and sometimes hung out on the weekends, having long intimate conversations about absolutely everything – even our sex lives. It was during one of these conversations, and after a few glasses of wine, that Tracy had admitted to me that she was bisexual, leaning heavily toward women. She told me that she was very attracted to me and wanted to be the first woman to make love to me. I let her know that I was flattered, and more than a little aroused at the thought. Then I told her all about him. I explained about my long-time fantasy of being with another woman and how much I wanted to share that experience with him, not to mention how much he wanted to see it! That’s when she and I hatched the idea of her joining us for one night of our 4-day weekend.

Tracy and I sat down on the loveseat by the window. We talked quietly, each of us sipping a glass of wine. I heard the shower shut off. A moment later, the bathroom door opened and he emerged, wearing only the hotel bathrobe.

“Did I hear someone knock on the. . .” he stopped short when he saw Tracy sitting next to me.

I smiled. “Babe, this is my girlfriend, Tracy.” I said. 

“Hi.” He said, obviously surprised.

Tracy leaned back on the loveseat, stretching her arms across the back of it. “Nice to finally meet you..” She said. “I’ve heard SO MUCH about you.”

He smiled. “Really?” he said, as he sat down in a chair across from us and poured himself a glass of wine. “What have you heard?”

“Well, Cat speaks highly of you.” She replied. “I’m afraid I can’t help but feel a little jealous.”

“Jealous?” he said, looking from her to me then back to her.

“Well, yes.” She said. “I think what you two have is great. It’s just that, well, I want her too. I’ve been wanting her for a long time, but. . .” her voice trailed off and she looked at me.

I picked up where she left off. “I’ve been making her wait.” I explained. “For tonight. For YOU.” 

Suddenly his eyes lit up like a little kid who just realized that it’s Christmas morning.

“Listen,” Tracy said to him. “I hope you don’t mind if we get right down to business. I don’t think I can wait another minute.”

“By all means, go right ahead.” He said, leaning back in his chair, getting comfortable, ready to enjoy the show.

Tracy stood up and held her hand out to me. I took it and she lead me across the room. We stood face to face next to the bed. She untied the belt to my robe and pushed it off my shoulders. It fell to the floor behind me. She cupped my breasts in her hands and squeezed them gently, bending down to lick one erect nipple then the other.

“uuuuhhhhhh. . . .” I moaned softly, trembling.

My hands were shaking slightly as I unbuttoned her dress slowly. She pulled it off and dropped it on the floor. She pulled me into her arms and covered my mouth with hers, sliding her tongue between my lips softly. 

“Lay down.” She said.

I looked at him. He had taken off the robe and was sitting back watching us, his right hand wrapped around his hard dick. I gave him a nervous smile. He nodded his head. 

I lay down on the bed. Tracy lay down on top of me, gently parting my thighs with her knees. She caressed my face, ran her fingers through my hair.

“Mmmmm. . .I’ve wanted you for so long. . .” she whispered, and covered my mouth with hers again, her tongue thrusting between my lips. Her kiss was hot, passionate, penetrating. I was overcome with desire. My nervousness began to melt away. I returned her kiss with equal passion. 

She reached under the pillow and pulled out my vibrator. She licked her way down my hot body. 

He wanted a closer look, so he moved to the end of the bed and sat down.

Tracy rubbed my wet pussy with her fingers, slowly, deliberately. Then she turned on the vibrator. She spread my glistening lips open with her left hand. With her right hand, she held the vibrator directly on my swollen clit.

“Oh God. . .” I moaned.

She rubbed the vibrator all over my pussy, coating it with my juice. She pressed it against the steamy opening to my hungry cunt. 

“Now I’m gonna fuck you. . .” she whispered. She slid the hard vibrating “dick” into me slowly, wrapped her mouth around my pussy lips and began to suck them, flicking her tongue across my clit and fucking me with the vibrator.

I moaned and whimpered, writhing around on the bed in the sweetest of agony. After a few moments, Tracy tossed the vibrator aside and fucked me with her fingers, shoving them in up to the knuckles, while she sucked my hard swollen clit mercilessly. Then she pulled her fingers out and pushed my knees up against my chest, opening my pussy to her further. She dove back in, hungrily sucking, slurping, moaning with pleasure. 

My pussy was on fire. Orgasm was incredibly close. She continued to suck my clit, and now she was fucking me with her tongue. I felt her fingers circling my asshole and I moaned louder.

“Oh yes. . .” I whispered. “Do it. . .”

She understood just what I wanted. She pushed a finger up my ass, finger-fucking my hot asshole while she sucked my clit and fucked my pussy with her tongue. I moaned and cried out, my hips bucking wildly.

“Oh. . .Tracy. . .” I managed to say before I lost all capacity for speech. My whole body tensed and I came so hard I thought I would pass out.

Tracy moved back up the bed and pressed her body down on mine. She looked into my eyes. I smiled at her.

“Tracy, that was. . .” I began, but she stopped me by thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I could taste my cum on her lips, her tongue. 

Suddenly, I couldn’t wait to taste HER pussy. We rolled over so that I was on top of her. I knelt between her thighs. I glanced over at him. He was stroking his hard cock, his eyes glazed over with lust.

“Do it.” He whispered hoarsely. “Eat her pussy.”

I turned back to her and pushed her thighs farther apart, getting a good look at her cunt. She was cleanly shaven, like me, and her lips were hot pink, wet. I stuck my tongue out and slowly ran it up and down her juicy slit.

“Oh yes. . .” I heard her say.

Her pussy tasted so good! I circled my tongue around her pink lips over and over. She was moaning with pleasure.

“Suck me, Cat!” she moaned. “Suck my pussy!”

I spread her lips open with my fingers and found her pretty little swollen clit. I sucked it feverishly and pushed my tongue in and out of her. I wanted to give her the same immense pleasure that she had just given me. I wanted to taste her cum! 

I put my hands underneath her and began to squeeze her ass as I sucked her clit and fucked her with my tongue. Her soft, round ass felt so good in my hands. She moaned louder and her hips began to move up and down.

Suddenly my pussy was screaming for attention again. I turned my body around so that my pussy was right over her face. She reached up and grabbed my ass, pulling my dripping snatch to her mouth.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop. . .” she begged, then immediately thrust her hot tongue into me.

We licked and sucked each other’s hot pussy, grinding against each other’s mouth, moaning, whimpering. Her orgasm hit first. Her whole body tensed. She groaned and sucked my clit harder, her pussy grinding against my mouth relentlessly. 

‘She’s cumming!’ I thought, getting my first taste of her cum. 

Then my orgasm hit, I sucked her harder, grinding against her face as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

When it was over, we collapsed next to each other on the bed, panting. 

After a second, I heard Tracy laugh. “You better take care of him.” She said.

I lifted my head and looked at him. He was still sitting on the end of the bed, his hand wrapped around his engorged cock, a look somewhere between ecstasy and agony etched on his face.

I lay back on the bed and spread my legs open. “Come here, baby.” I said to him. “Fuck me.”

He didn’t waste any time. He was on top of me, pushing his hard dick into my hot wet pussy in an instant. 

“That was so fuckin’ hot!” he said breathlessly, stroking me hard with his cock.

I pulled his face to mine. “Share my first taste of pussy with me. . .” I whispered. And I kissed him passionately, sliding my tongue back and forth across his.

“Fuck me, baby. . .fuck me. . .” I moaned, raking my fingernails across his back.

Tracy lay next to us, watching and fucking herself with my vibrator.

“Fuck her.” I heard her say. “Fuck that little pussy-sucking slut!”

I was surprised to find that her crude words aroused me further, my pussy instantly a little wetter, a little hotter. They seemed to have the same effect on him, as he immediately began to fuck me harder, faster.

“Make that little whore cum all over your cock!” Tracy exclaimed, thrusting the vibrator deep into her pussy. 

With that, he shoved his cock deep into me and grunted, his hot cum filling my pussy just as my orgasm took control of me. . .and Tracy’s took control of her.

“Oh Jesus. . .I’m cumming. . .” I cried, as every muscle in my body tensed and I came over and over, clinging to him, grinding my pussy against him. 

At the same time, Tracy cried out as she climaxed. She fucked herself with my vibrator and rubbed her clit desperately, whimpering shamelessly, until her orgasm subsided.

I took the vibrator from Tracy & licked it clean while I watched her lick my juices from his cock and his smooth balls. Afterward, we lay quietly together, our bodies intertwined, until we all dozed off. 

TO BE CONTINUED. . .