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Lovin Mouthful

By: Benny_Blank



Sex had become boring--very boring. 

Not that it wasn't good. It fit the old question, 

"How was the worst orgasm you ever had?" 

The answer, of course, is: "Fabulous!"

I always had an orgasm and, most of the time that I could tell, so did my girlfriend. She even seemed to get off giving me a blow job and swallowing my cum, especially when we are doing "69". I loved that. She would get on top and I could feel her come. The tensing and qivvering of her thighs and her extra moistness on my lips and tongue was sublime. In fact, she would often come before I did--sometimes twice, from what I could tell.

We would usually have sex three times a week, or so--sometimes more during the winter on weekends after football season and before "March Madness" when basketball starts to get exciting. I am not saying that we had the Kama Sutra mastered but we dd try a lot of different positions. Some were difficult but satisfying; some were just downright hard work and not very enjoyable; and some were plain impossible, at least as we visualized them. We liked to stay inventive, though. 

We had been together for about 2 years and had been living together for a year and a half of that. We had developed a very comfortable existence. We got along great, had many of the same tastes, had a compatible sense of humor, and truly loved and trusted each other. 

We even had the same kind of look. She is a slender latina black-haired beauty, with dark skin, about 5'4", usually around 110lbs, a nice shape with 32C breasts. I also have black hair, am of Italian extraction, 5'8", usually around 165lbs and, while not buff, am in reasonably good shape. We're not exactly brother-sister looking, but close.

After the first two months of our relationship, neither of us had had any outside sexual encounters. I know I didn't and I trusted her when she told me that she hadn't. I knew she likes guys who looked like me and she knew I like girls who look like her. And, as I said, we fit well together--in more ways than one. What could have been better than that?

But- - -Sex was getting to be boring. What do to?

One afternoon, after she gave me a blow-job, I asker her, "Do you really enjoy doing that?" 

She answered, "Yes, of course! I love I!"

"But, " I continued, "What about when I come? Do you like the taste? Isn't it kind of icky?"

" No, I told you I love it!" she came back. "It tastes a little salty and feels warm."

"What does it really taste like?" I pressed.

She thought for a second and said, "It feels a little like raw oysters but not exactly the same taste--not fishy at all. It is smooth and slick and I love it when it rolls down my throat."

Then she asked THE question, "Haven't you ever tasted your own come?"

I developed a shocked look on my face. "NO! I haven't done THAT." (I lied. Like a lot of guys I had played around at tasting my own semen but really couldn't get past just trying to get the flavor my pre-cum--and that was pretty tasteless from what little of it I sampled.) 

"Well, we may have to do something about that sometime." She got up effectively stopping the conversation. 

A couple of days later, when we were in bed getting ready to have sex she asked me, "Remember what you said about tasting your own come? Do you want to try tonight?"

I mumbled, "Well, I'm really not sure....I mean....uh....I don't know."

"Look," she said, "There's always a first time for everything. I do it. It hasn't hurt me at all. Who knows? You just might like it!"

"Well, O.K. I might try." I was being very cautious. "Just how do you propose we go about it?"

She started to take off her t-shirt and said, "Let's try this. I'll give you a blow job, you can come in my mouth but, instead of my swallowing your come, I'll hold it there and I can give you a kiss. That way you can taste it in my mouth and not have to do anything else if you don't want to."

The sight of her naked breasts started to give me a hard-on and she IS a great cocksucker too. In the heat of my excitement I said yes.

She proceeded to go down on my cock. It seemed like she was giving me extra special attention. She took her time licking up and down my shaft, caressing my balls, kissing my ball-sack while kneading my cock, and then putting it in her mouth. She did a semi-deepthroat while keeping pressure with her hand on the lower portion of my shaft then took the whole thing into her mouth and down her throat. I could start to feel myself begin to come when she stopped sucking and slowly withdrew my cock from her mouth. She blew on the underside of my penis right near the head which sent a tingle up my spine. And then she went back to work sucking. She didn't take my whole cock into her mouth this time, just the head. But she began sucking harder and moving my cock in and out with her tongue rubbing the bottom of my shaft--again, again, again, and againnnnnnnn.

I shot my load into her mouth as her lips were pressed around the head of my cock. It took four or five spurts until I stopped coming. She held her mouth there until my cock stopped spasming and then gradually removed her lips. I could tell she hadn't swallowed my load.

Quickly, before I could think of it and while I was still glowing from my orgasm, she moved up and put her lips to mine. I had my lips closed but she inserted her tongue between my lips and forced them apart. And--I didn't expect this--she rolled on top of me, pinning my shoulders, and squirted my come from her mouth into mine. I had been expecting a taste but what I got was practically my whole load from her mouth to mine. I resisted the urge to gag and spit since her lips were still pressed against mine. She could tell I was struggling a so she held them there until I relaxed a little. Then she took her right hand and pressed her thumb and index finger on each side of my upper and lower lip pinching my mouth shut and then pulled her mouth back.

She looked into my eyes and said, "Watch what I do?"

She licked her lips and then opened her mouth and I could see that there was still some of my come on her tongue and in her mouth. She rubbed her tongue against the roof of her mouth and smacked her lips and then swallowed and then smacked her lips again.

"Mmmmmmm!" she purred, "Now your turn!"

I could feel my come in my mouth, warm and slimey but I couldn't really taste it until I did what my girlfriend had done. I felt my semen on my tongue and roof of my mouth slide back toward my throat feeling very much like that oyster my she talked about. And then I got a distinct tangy-salty and a little bitter flavor as I swallowed and licked my lips. Not Bad!! In fact, it was quite enjoyable, almost like sampling a new flavor of some sauce- -perhaps mushroom, perhaps hollandaise, but much different. I licked my lips and swallowed again. The flavor was even more pronounced. It was GOOOD!

I understood now what my girlfriend was talking about when she said she loved giving me a blow-job and swallowing my cum. 

"Wow!" I said, "THAT was something! We're going to have to that again."

She gave me a look half way between bliss and conquest. "Yes." she said, "We certainly will." 

Lovin Mouthful Ch. 02



Well, we had a lot of fun with the cum eating thing- -for awhile.

We repeated the original experiment again the same day only this time I was prepared for the experience. I actually savored the taste of my own semen and I didn't need my girlfriend to force me to hold it in my mouth. She really enjoyed rolling my cum around in her mouth and swapping it with me and I enjoyed seeing her do it and receiving the results. 

A day or two later, we went back to regular sex missionary style. We were both hot to do it and worked up quite a sweat fucking away. After I came and I pulled my cock out of her pussy, she sat up and began to fondle my moist dick. Then she leaned over and licked the residual cum off of my cock as if she were eating a popsicle. When she finished that, she looked at me and then down at her crotch. I got the idea right away and went down on her cleaning every last drop of cum from her steamy cunt. The taste of my cum mixed with her pussy juices combined with the salty sweat of our exerrtions created an exquisite cocktail- -no pun intended.

Over the weeks, we got into a routine with cum sucking. No matter what type of sex we had, I always shared my cum with her. Once, she asked me just to jack off while she watched. After I came, she used her finger to lift some of my cum off my belly and spoon it into her mouth and then did the same for me with what was left over. Another time, when I had fucked her doggy style, I pulled out and shot my wad on her back. I couldn't let it go to waste so I licked it off of her back and swallowed it. She was a little bit upset that time that I didn't share it with her. 

But, as with most things, the novelty wears off and what was before a super turn-on became just another regular part of our regular sex life- -a fun part of it to be sure but not the thrill it had once been.

We were laying in bed one morning. I had awakened with a terrific woody sticking out of the fly in my pajamas and we were contemplating just what to do with it. She reached over and began to stroke my cock. I was getting ready for her to go down on me when I asked her, "What is it like to suck a cock?"

She looked up at me with a funny expression and said, "Well, you kind of know. You have gotten to swallow a lot of your own cum lately. That's pretty much it."

"No," I said, "I mean what does my cock feel like in your mouth? There has to be more of a feeling than just having me shoot my load into your mouth."

"Well, " she began, "It feels hard and soft at the same time, maybe a little rubbery, and it swells and shrinks and sometimes pulses. It feels alive. Well, it IS alive for that matter! And there's a taste to your cock that makes my mouth water- -kind of salty, kind of mushroom like. I don't know exactly how to describe it but it is very good."

"And...", I prompted her for more information.

"O.K." She went on, "I get a thrill feeling the head of your cock move from the roof of my mouth back onto my palate plus my tongue tingles when I use it to carress the underside of your shaft. And when you come? That is really special. Your cock swells up and begins to pulsate and then I feel your cum shoot into my mouth, back against my tongue and throat. It feels strong at first and then diminishes. The rhythm of that makes me feel like I am cumming all over too. And your warm cum on my tongue makes me warm all over. Gee, I don't know what else to say. It is really, really good."

"Wow! You make it sound really exciting." I was fascinated with her description and I could tell from the look on her face that she really, really did enjoy it. "Makes me want to experience that, too."

"Really?" she queried. "Well, maybe I can help you get a little idea of what it is like. Not today but maybe later. O.K?"

I began to say "O.K." but before I could get the words out of my mouth, she had begun to move her head toward my erect cock. I could tell this was going to be some blow job. All of our talk about cock sucking had turned her on. 

Her lips were warm as they encircled the head of my penis and her mouth was downright torrid as she took the rest of my shaft into it. I stroked her back and shoulders as she began moving her head up and down and I could feel the moistness of her perspiration there. She was downright HOT. I also sensed an aroma about her, one which I knew well. It smelled very much like her pussy smells when I go down on her. I don't know from pheramones but my guess is that is exactly what she was exuding. It turned me on even more. 

I moved her around so that we were in a "69" position and began to eat out her pussy as she sucked my cock. Her juices were really flowing and I lapped up every bit I could as I moved my tongue around her labia and flicked her clitoris. Her hips were grinding now and her thighs were pressing together gripping my face between her legs as I licked away. And then I felt her tense up and felt her thighs quivver and felt even more tasty wetness in her pussy- -like raspberrry flavored honey- -and heard her moan, a moan which I felt into my cock that was still in her mouth. 

And then I was transported. I had an orgasm the likes of which happen only every so often. I shot my load down her throat and she kept sucking until I thought I was going to pass out and then she kept sucking some more. Her thighs tensed again and I felt even more wetness from her pussy. And then she stopped. 

We both just lay there for what seemed like forever, probably only a couple of minutes. Then she rolled off of me, sat up, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"I guess you're not getting any of your own cum to satisfy you this time." she said with a beaming grin.

"No. I guess not." I answered. "But," I added, as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "I had plenty of yours to satisfy me, sweetie."

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A week later, I got home early from work around 4:00PM and found that my girlriend had gotten home before I did. As I walked in the front door, she came out of the bedroom look like the proverbial cat that swallowed the canary, like she had been hiding something in the bedroom. 

"I didn't expect you home so early." She said.

I explained, "I caught a break. We hit a stopping point in our project so I thought I'd take off early." 

And then, "What's up?"

She looked a little flustered but got her composure back and started up. 

"You remember what you said about sucking cock? You know, how you'd like to know what it is like?"

I nodded. 

And she went on quickly, "Well, you've got to trust me on some things but I think I can give you an idea about what it is like."  

She looked me in the eye, "Remember, you've got to trust me on this."

"O.K. I'm game. " I said then added, pointing to the bedroom, "You don't have a guy in there do you? I'm not sure I'm ready for anything like that."

"No, I DON'T" She was emphatic, "but I've got a plan that I think will help. C'mere."

She led me into the bedroom. There was a large box on the bed. I wondered what could she have in mind.

"You gotta trust me!!" she said again.

"First, you have to get naked." She was firm in her instructions. 

My cock was beginning to get firm just at the suggestion but I went along with her and stripped all the way down to nothing. She went over to the box on the bed, opened it and took out some clothes- -women's clothes: a blouse, a skirt, panty hose, a padded bra, and a pair of open toed flats.

"Here, put these on." It was a gentle command but a command nevertheless.

I got into the panty hose and pulled them up my legs and over my hardening cock. I picked up the bra and started to try to manipulate it so I could put it on but I wasn't having much success. 

"Look, " she said. "Put it on so the back is in the front, hook the hooks, and then turn it around so the cups are in the front. Then you can slip your arms through the straps and pull it up. See?'

I followed directions and, sure enough, the bra went on perfectly. I looked in the mirror and felt a little funny seeing myself in panty hose and a bra. It was kind of a turn-on, though.

Next was the blouse, an off white color; and then the skirt, black-black-black; and, finally the shoes. Eveything fit me perfectly, even the shoes.

"You HAVE been planning this, haven't you?" I said.

"I SURE HAVE." She answered with a self-satisfied look. "O.K., now the make-up!"

"Make-up?" I sputtered. "Make-up? You have to be kidding!"

"Nope, I'm not kidding." She was emphatic, "Remember, you said you'd have to trust me. Make-up will make a big difference."

She sat me down on a chair in front of her vanity and began to apply a number of things to pretty me up. She put on a liquid foundation of some sort, then a little color, then eyebrow pencil, then eye liner, then lipstick. She reached into the box and pulled out a card with some earrings and then clipped them on my ear lobes. 

"Now for the 'piece d'resistance'. Ta-da!" She reached into the box and produced a long brunette wig. She put a sheer stocking cap on my head and then put the wig on. This was all too weird!

When she'd finished, I looked in the mirror and I was astounded. I hardly recognized myself. I never thought of myself as being particularly rugged looking but neither did I regard myself as being effeminite. But now I lookedtotally feminine! And a pretty good looking "feminine" at that. She had done a fabulous job.

"THAT is unbelievable!," I gasped. "How in the world did you...? But, wait a second what's next?"

She took my hand and pulled me toward her and wrapped her other hand around my waist. And then she proceeded to give me a kiss the likes of which I can't remember. She let go of my hand and lifted her free hand up behind my head and forced my lips closer to hers and then her tongue parted my lips and began probing my mouth. She was putting the make on me just as I had done when were were new in our relationship. She was playing the man now!

I relaxed with what she was doing and began to enjoy it. She moved her hand from behind my head to my shoulder and then to my chest. I felt the bra being squeezed, pinched and probed. Her hand went behind my fanny and she pressed my body to hers all the while continuing with her fabulous kiss.

She released me and, as my body moved away from hers, she took my hand and guided it to the waistband of her jeans. I unbuttoned her jeans and slid her zipper down. But, what was this? I felt something firm behind the zipper. I looked down and saw that there was a cock protruding from her fly. What? A cock?

"A little surprise for you, darling," she said "Something for you to play with. 

I grabbed her "cock" with my hand and began to stroke it. I could feel her beginning breathe faster. 

"You know what to do." She whispered.

I got down on my knees and gazed at her "cock". It was pinkish, probably a 9-incher, and about as big around as a 50 cent piece. Then I remembered her technique and began to lick the shaft up and down. I had a neutral taste and felt a little too rubbery-firm but not all that artificial. I stroked the shaft and moved my mouth up and over the head. I did a little back and forth with my mouth when I felt some pressure on the back of my head. She had moved her hand there and was urging me to take her "cock" deeper into my mouth. I obliged. Everytime I moved my head forward I took a little more of the "cock" into my mouth.  The next thing I know it was forcing against the back of my soft palate. I felt her hips begin to thrust. She wanted me to take even more "cock" into my mouth. I felt like I was going to gag but relaxed and allowed her to force the shaft all the way to the back of my mouth to where I could feel it start to go down my throat. 

What happened next was really startling. I felt a gush of liquid come out of the head of the dildo and squirt into the back of my mouth. I thought I was going to choke but remebered that I could still swallow. As I did that, the pressure subsided and so did my panic. I felt something warm and slick slide down my throat. As I moved my head back, I could feel the slippery "cock" slide out of my mouth.

"Lick it off," she said, "Lick it all off."

I used my tongue and cleaned up the head and shaft of the cock and then sucked some residual "cum" out of it. 

"What was THAT?" I asked, "How in the world....?"

"That was yogurt." she chuckled, "Just plain yogurt."

She pulled me to my feet. "But we're not done yet!"

She gave me a gentle shove and I fell back onto the bed. "Relax and go with me on this." She said.

I laid back and the next think I knew I felt my skirt being hiked up over my thighs. Then I felt my panty hose being drawn down over my thighs. She slipped of my shoes and then pulled my panty hose completely off. Then she unbuttoned my blouse and slipped if off of me; next went the bra. I was laying there completely naked again- -except for my wig and earrings.

She lay down on top of me and began kising my neck, moved down to my chest, and then began sucking on my nipples- -first, the right one and then the left one and then back again. She sucked firmly and I could feel her tongue flick and knead each nipple as she sucked. That sent a thrill up my spine and down my stomack to my cock.

"Spread you legs!" That was a command- -no question about it.

I did as I was told. As I parted my legs, she lifted them until my knees were raised and bent and then she knelt down and put her head between my legs. I couldn't see what she was doing but I felt her tongue begin to lick my balls and the underside of my scrotum. That felt pretty good. And then she began to tongue my asshole. She wasn't shy about; she really started to go to town. I felt my asshole getting really moist and slick but, I have to admit, it felt really good.

"Close your eyes." Another command

I did. And then I sensed that she had moved her mouth away from my ass and had stood up. The next thing I felt was a pressure on my asshole. "Oh, No!" I thought. And the pressure got greater, more intense.

"I'm going to be as gentle as I can," she said, "but quicker is probably better."

I felt a thrust against my asshole and then knew that her "cock" had penetrated me. It was painful to a degree, not sharp but more "full" as if I needed to take a dump. It wasn't unpleasurable. 

"That's O.K., baby," she cooed, "That's O.K"

I began to get used to the feeling of her cock inside me. I relaxed my sphincter and felt the shaft begin to glide in and out of my ass. I don't know what she was hitting with it, maybe my prostate, but, in fact, it started to feel good- -really good.

I moaned a little and opened my eyes. I saw her there, holding my knees apart, with her body straddling them, thrusting in and out. Her long hair had falled over her shoulderrs and framed her face. Here eyes were partly closed and there was a look of rapture on her face. 

All of this was bringing me to the edge. I could feel that my cock had gotten really hard and that I wanted to come. But I couldn't. There was something about the "cock" in my ass that prevented me from having an orgasm. But the more she thrusted the more I needed to come. The tension was indescribable.

Finally, she moved her "cock" just about of my ass and then thrust hard again and then pulled it entirely out.  It may have only been in my mind, or perhaps in reality, but I thought I heard a "pop" when she did that. but it didn't matter. I shot my load big-time. 

I mean I really shot a load. I felt it go all across my belly. And I shot again, and again, and again. I just about passed out.

Then I felt her tongue and lips licking the my cum off my stomach and sucking the last of it out of my cock. This is a load that she didn't share with me. 

When she had finished, she stood up licking her lips. She had that look on her face- -bliss mixed with conquest. 

She lay down next to me and nuzzled my neck with her lips. 

"There 'ya go, baby." she whispered, "I hope that gives you an idea of how I feel."

"Fantastic!" I whispered back.

And then I gave her a kiss, trying to get a little taste of my own come.

"Trust me, sweetie, " She cooed back, "There's more to come."



Lovin Mouthful Ch. 03



Well, my ass was a little sore for a couple of days. But the afterglow of that experience lasted longer than that. 

I asked my girlfriend where she got the idea for that escapade. She just smiled. "It just takes a little imagination, you know."

I still had questions. "But how about the "coming" dildo? What's with that?" 

"That's a little something I came by a while ago. Kind of fun, huh?" She didn't elaborate.

"But how do you get it to "cum" like that?" I pressed.

She explained like a 1st grade teacher talking to a student. "It has a syringe in it. You know, like a turkey baster only not as big, with a thinner tube and a smaller reservoir bulb on the end. You fill it up with your favorite fluid, insert through the bottom of the dildo with the tube going up the shaft and the bulb at the bottom where the phony scrotum/testicles are, and then when you want to "cum" you just reach down and squeeze the bulb. Voila!"

"Really!" I was astounded. "But what about the "cum", I mean the yogurt. Where did you get THAT idea?"

She went on gleefully, "I like the texture of yogurt. It always reminds me of cum, especially when it is warmer- -not just out of the fridge- --but it is not quite as "slippery", if you know what I mean."

Yes, I DID know what she meant- -NOW!

Over the days I went over that conversation in my head. I couldn't help catching the subtle slight about "imagination". I had always thought I was pretty inventive. Lord knows I'd watched enough porn to stimulate my libidinous side and could visualize a lot of different scenarios. And my girlfriend and I HAD tried a lot of fun things, different positions and so forth. So, I didn't think I was devoid of adventure. But she really had topped me on this one. I guess she had more than a little libido too.

A few days later when my girlfriend was out for the afternoon with friends, I was searching around for my her DV camcorder. I figured we could do a repeat performance of our latest caper and get it on tape. We had done a little recording earlier on in our relationship of our sex romps but, like I said before, things had gotten kind of routine and not worth recording more of. But the stuff we did record was pretty good even if it had that homemade look. I had transferred most of the DV tapes to DVD to make sure we didn't lose them or inadvertently record over them. We had quite a few, as a matter of fact- -maybe a dozen or fifteen of them. 

I found the camcorder but when I powered it up I found that there wasn't a tape in it. So, I started looking around for a blank tape. I didn't see any new ones. There were several tapes in the drawer with labels on them marked with an "XXX". (We sure wouldn't want to confuse those with our vacation videos that we would show to our family and friends.) I matched those up to the DVD's in the box and came up with one tape left over with no label. I checked it over and found that the "Write Protect" tab had been activated and I could tell that the tape had spooled all the way to the end. I thought I would see what was on it before just re-recording over it.

I rigged up the camcorder to our big screen TV, rewound the tape, and hit "PLAY". 

There was our bedroom with our bed centered in the middle off the frame. The lighting was good, the covers were down- -we had the pale blue sheets on the bed- -and the image was crisp. My girlfriend entered the frame. She was naked (that began to turn me on right then) and she sat down on the bed looking directly into the camera. She moved toward the camera and her hand filled the frame as she made some adjustment to the camera. I am guessing that she turned the display around so she could see from her side what she was being recorded. She sat back down on the bed again leaning on her arms behind her. She was (and especially her boobs were) in sharp focus. I was really starting to get turned on. Another body moved into the frame. It was a backside and out of focus but I could make out a that it was a chubby butt. I never thought that I had a fat butt, nevertheless, there it was on tape in living color. 

That seemed odd- -the color, I mean. I am pure blooded Italian and my skin is dark but what I saw on the tape as the focus improved was very white/pink skin. "Hey!" I thought, "That AIN'T my butt! What the hell?"

The "butt" moved farther into the frame toward the bed and the focus went with it. That didn't look like any butt that I'd ever seen. I mean it didn't look like any guy's butt that I'd ever seen. What I really mean is that it sure looked like a girl's butt! And, the farther the butt got away from the camera, I could tell that it WAS a woman. She was a little chubby, not overweight, but nicely rounded. I guessed that she was probably 5 feet plus something and like 120-125 pounds. She did have a good shape, at least from the rear. 

The "body" moved over to the bed, sat down next to my girlfriend, and turned around to fact the camera. She DID have a good shape! I am guessing that her boobs were a 34C to a 36C, a little soft but not so much to make them hangers- -very nice- -and a flat but not necessarily toned tummy. Her hips and thighs were, as I said, rounded but no one would call this woman fat. She had a nice face but not one that I recognized. She look to be in her 30's and had short curly hair, a nice smile, and full lips. Oh, and I noticed that she had a wedding ring on her left third finger.

I was so engrossed in watching this scene develop that it hadn't really struck me what it was that I was watching. My girlfriend was in bed with another woman! Whoa! That came out of left field. I'd have never guessed that would happen in a million years. I was really stunned- -and getting really horny.

The short-haired woman was sitting to the right of my girlfriend and moved her hand over onto my girlfriends right thigh and then up across her chest brushing her boobs and settled on her left shoulder. At the same time, she turned her head and leaned over and kissed my girlfriend. The back of her head was to the camera covering my girlfriends fact so I couldn't see what kind of kiss it was but, from the length off time it took, I could only imagine that there was some serious tongue play going on there. Then both of them leaned back on the bed still next to each other, still kissing. I could see now that there was some real passion happening. 

Ms. Nice-Boobs/Butt's hand began to caress my girlfriends breasts as the kissing continued. And then her right hand moved down my girlfriends tummy toward her pussy. At the same time, the woman's kissing went from my girlfriends lips to her neck, to her chest, and then back and forth to each of her breasts. Her right hand was beginning to ;pet my girlfriend's pubic hair, stroking just like it was- -well- -a pussy cat. Then her fingers began to probe between my girlfriends legs as the kissing went down to her tummy and back up again to her breasts. My girlfriend moved her legs apart and the camera caught a very nice shot of her pussy showing her fine and not very thick pubic hair barely concealing the lips of her vagina. The fingers worked their way down to her slot and started to make some penetration. My girlfriend moved her left hand down and covered her lover's right hand and adjusted it to what I suppose was the "right" spot and then both hands began to do a finger dance on and into my girlfriends vagina. 

I could see my girlfriend's hips begin to move in rhythm with the finger play. She spread her legs farther apart and slowly thrust ed her hips as her lover's fingers evidently found her clitoris. This part went on for several minutes. Lips kissing and sucking breasts as fingers worked on the pussy/clitoris. 

I was transfixed. My cock was hard by this time and I couldn't help but start to stroke it through my pants.

Then Miss Nice-Boobs/Butt and my girlfriend changed post ions. My girlfriend moved back further on the bed with her legs apart and the woman assumed a kneeling position between them. This was kind of a three-quarter view. I could see both bodies there, my girlfriends parted legs, and the woman bent over with her face between them. I couldn't see what was happening exactly but I knew having been there myself. The woman was going down on my girlfriend big-time. I could see her head bob up and down as she licked away at my girlfriend's pussy. Up and down, up and down, up and down.....as her hands were under my girlfriend's butt moving it up and down, up and down, up and down. I am sure my girlfriend was helping this along, too, moving her hips up and down, up and down, up and down. In addition, my girlfriend had taken her hands and put them on top of her lover's head augmenting, I am sure, the pressure of the licking on her pussy. 

This went on for what seemed like an eternity. I checked the tape counter later (you think I only watched this once?) and it showed 7 minutes 22 seconds of pussy licking- -that's a lot even for me!

Finally, I could see my girlfriend starting to climax. Her hips were grinding and moving more rapidly and her legs were moving apart and back pressing her lover's head between her inner thighs. And then she stopped completely- -just froze- -with her hips up off the bed. I could see her body quivering in her spasm of orgasm and I could hear her primal, grunting moan as she came. But it wasn't just once; it looked to me to be at least three or four times- -maybe more- -separated by a minute or two apiece. WOW!! I'd never seen her do that many times with me! She'd usually come once and sometimes twice but not three or four. (Again, I checked the tape counter later. Orgasms in sequence lasted another 6 minutes!)

Both of them were still for a minute or two and then the woman rolled over onto her back next to my girlfriend who just lay there with her arms out and her chest heaving. Then my girlfriend rolled over onto her side, leaned over, gave her lover a long, long kiss. and got up our of bed and out of the frame. 

Ms. Nice-Boobs/Butt leaned up on one arm and said something to my girlfriend. "It's in my bag. Yes, you have it. Open the box." Then was something indecipherable and then, "Uh-uh...no just slip it on."

Then my girlfriend came back into the picture wearing what looked like a black pair off panties. This looked familiar. She got up onto the bed, knelt down, and turned a little bit. It was then that I could see that she had on a dildo that was attached to the front of a pair of rubberized panties....exactly the same dildo that she had used with me! 

I really started to get hot now. I slipped my jeans and underwear off and started to massage my cock which by this time had gotten rock hard.

My girlfriend, kneeling on the bed, moved her lover's legs apart and bent her knees up. The she leaned forward and started going down on her pussy. The image was a lot better this time. I could see my girlfriend's mouth against the woman's hairy pussy and could see her tongue working on the lips of her vagina. Ms. Nice-Boobs had a pretty nice pussy too, from what I could tell. There was plenty of hair there but I could see a nice compact vagina that was glistening with moisture some from my girlfriend's mouth and some, I am sure, from her own excitement.

It didn't take long with the licking when the woman said, "O.K. honey, I'm ready." and then she held out her arms to embrace my girlfriend who then got back up to her knees still positioned between her lover's legs. My girlfriend pointed her dildo at the pussy in front of her and gently thrust her hips allowing the rubber prick to penetrate it. I heard a sigh from the woman as the phallus went into her and I saw her legs part a little more as my girlfriend pressed forward inserting her "cock" farther. 

My girlfriend leaned forward and put her hands on her lovers breasts, kneading them as she began her rhythmic movement back and forth with her hips and the dildo. The woman responded with some thrusting of her own. And then my girlfriend leaned even farther forward and pressed her lips to her lovers right breast, sucked and nibbled there, and then switched to the left breast and did the same thing. All the while, the fucking with the dildo continued. I began to hear sighs and quiet moans from both of them. 

Then the stopped still. Ms. Nice-Boobs pushed my girlfriends back with both hands so that she was upright on her knees again. "Let's switch." She said

Without having to withdraw the dildo from her pussy, the woman rolled over so that my girlfriend was on the top and she was kneeling then started rock and grind her hips against my girlfriend working the dildo even harder. She leaned forward and began sucking and caressing my girlfriend's breasts and then moved her lips up to my girlfriend's lips and went into a long, passionate, tongue filled kiss. 

She stopped again and I could tell she was coming. She held my girlfriend close and tight while her legs clasped her body. Her back arched and her butt muscles quivered. And then she straightened up again and grabbed her own breasts and pinched her own nipples with a loud cry. She was coming all right!

I only counted one time that she came. It could have been more but by this time I had jacked off to the point where I was coming too. My semen shot out of my cock and all over my hand and dripped onto my leg. I licked my hand clean and scraped the cum off my leg and swallowed that too.

Meanwhile, on the screen, the girls were uncoupling. I could tell there was a lot of moisture between them. Ms. Nice-Boobs/Butt leaned over and licked by girlfriend's tummy and then moved to her mouth to my girlfriend's. A long kiss ensued- -lots of tongue and sucking.

They both sat up on the bed and embraced. There was a very soft mutual caressing of their breasts, another kiss, and then my girlfriend got up out of bed and filled the frame.

The camera went blank.

Whew! That was fantastic.! And now I know where my girlfriend got that dildo and why she got the idea to dress me up and use it on me. Women were a turn-on for her; more than a turn-on- - A passion!

Where could we go from here?



Lovin Mouthful Ch. 04



What was I going to do with this information?

I mean, I had no idea that my girlfriend had ever fooled around on me let alone with another woman. Now I had the proof- -better than proof- -a live recording of her dalliance. A very good recording, I might add. It made me horny every time I thought of it.

But how to approach this situation? Was my girlfriend a closet lesbian? Was she bi-sexual? Was this just a one-time fling? 

I don't think I would classify her as a lesbian. She's not butch, for sure. There's nothing I could have put my finger on that would have tipped me off to her liking women exclusively. And I know for a fact that she does like hetero-sex- -we've had enough of it- -and I could have told if she were faking it. Her physical responses to my ministrations and her eager joy in taking care of me can't have been faked. O.K. then, so she may be bi-sexual. What's wrong with that? Like the old saying, "Being bi-sexual doubles your chances of getting a date on a Saturday night!" 

But- -does she prefer women or men? What does she like best? I suppose it is possible to like each mode of sex equally. Coming is coming no matter whose prick/dildo, tongue, lips, and/or fingers are doing the deed. Women are softer but men are stronger. Women may be more patient but men are more energetic. Women smell better but men just smell. (Well, maybe to a woman male smell is a turn-on.) Women are more passionate but men are horny. I guess there's something to be said for both sides. Then, there's the other old saying, "all women are bi". I suppose it is just in their nature to be loving, caring, comforting, and compassionate- -unless they are going through a divorce. 

Was it a one time fling? Somehow, I don't think so. That tape made it look like she had more than a little experience making love to another woman. Whew! Did it! I get horny all over again just thinking about it.

Before I could consolidate my thoughts as to how to deal with this, my girlfriend got home. I had put all of the video equipment away and had cleaned myself up so there wasn't anything to tip her off that I might have been doing "anything". But I guess I seemed a little disconcerted because she asked me if anything was wrong. It was my turn to play the "headache card", usually a woman's prerogative. 

"Well," She said, "Take a couple of aspirin and get cleaned up. We're going on a date!"

"Huh?" I was truly surprised. "You just got home from being out all afternoon and it is almost 8:00. You want to just pick up and go on a date? You're not tired?"

"No, not at all." Her ebullience was intriguing. "I just thought of a terrific thing to do. You'll like it too. I'm sure of it." 

"O.K. I'm off to the shower." I said, unbuttoning my jeans. 

She shouted from the other room, "Say, where's the camcorder?"

"I dunno." I lied, "Somewhere in the spare bedroom. You'll find it."

What in the world was going on in her little brain?

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Forty-five minutes later we were headed out the door. While I had been taking my shower and shaving, she had spruced herself up too. I had put on some nice slacks, a semi-dressy shirt, and a sweater; she put on a nice skirt and low cut top, some sexy shoes, and make-up. She looked pretty good.

I drove following her directions. We went downtown to a clubby area. I wasn't much for clubs anymore since we had been together. It isn't like we never went but we liked to save money. Anyway, tonight she had a club in mind.

We parked around the corner from her chosen destination, a place called "Chat Rose". It looked clubby alright- -and expensive.

We went in and had to pay a cover charge to do it. It was a throwback to the 70's, no question about it.

It had a Parisian motif- -pink and black- -and cat figures all over the place. "Chat Rose" in English is the "Red Cat". There were cat paintings, cat cartoons, stuffed toy cats, cat faces, cat tails and cat you-name-it all over the place. The waitresses were decked out like cats with cat make-up. The bartender had a mask on that made him look like a blushing Tom of "Tom & Jerry" fame. And, honest to god, there was a mirrored ball turning in the center of the room flashing colored lights all around- -with a cat suspended from it. The music was not live and it was in the background, loud but not deafening. What was that? It was disco! DISCO!! In the 21st century? Dude! The 70's saturated the place big-time. 

We edged our way over to a table away from the bar and near the back wall. There were a couple people sitting there already. One I recognized right away. It was Ms Nice-Boobs/Butt herself, in the flesh! I knew I had to keep my composure and not let on that I had seen a tape of her and my girlfriend "en flagrante' delicto". That was going to be a hard one- -no pun intended. I could picture her luscious body underneath her clothes. I started to get a little hot. 

The other person at table was a black woman, very stylish, very pretty, and very trim . But she had nice contours with smallish but shapely breasts, more pronounced because of the her décolleté. As she stood up to greet us, I could also tell that she was tall. I guessed that she was at least as tall as I am- -5'9", maybe a smidge taller but, then again, she was wearing heels- -like 4" inch heels. She had a luminous smile, smooth skin, and fine features- -fashion model qualities. (Had I seen her on some magazine cover somewhere?) When she said "hello" her voice was soft, smooth, and warm. "What a beautiful woman!", I thought.

We introduced ourselves around: Ms. Nice Boobs/Butt was Laura, Ms. Fashion Model was Lurecia.(Perhaps I hadn't mentioned this before but my girlfriend's name is Jessica and I'm Marco.) Laura and Lurecia already had a head start with drinks in front of them. Jessica and I ordered up drinks for ourselves and another for each of them. 

What ensued was small talk- -small talk- -small talk. The girls chatted about this movie and that, this celebrity and that, this store and that, these shoes and those, and whoever and whatever. I just observed. I was sure that they wouldn't want to hear my lame opinions on anything they were discussing and certainly wouldn't want to hear about my opinion on who was going to the playoffs or who might win the Super Bowl. All the while, I was wondering what Ms. Nice-Boobs/Butt, I mean Laura, looked like in person- -naked! Well, I was also wondering what Ms. Fashion Model, I mean Lurecia, looked like naked. (I knew what Jessica looked like naked.) 

I was also beginning to wonder why Jessica had insisted in going out on the spur of the moment. 

After a second round of drinks, Jessica said, "Let's head out. This is a great place but the pink and black is giving me double vision."

The other two girls agreed. I was enthusiastic. I was beginning to go into 70's overload.

Outside the club on the sidewalk the four of us talked briefly. 

"Where are we headed?" I asked, hoping the girls weren't planning to go to another theme club.

"Let's go to Lurecia's place!" Jessica suggested.

"Sure, that's sounds great." Lurecia agreed "My place it is. See you there."

Laura and Lurecia headed for their car and Jessica and I for ours in the opposite direction. 

"Do you know where Lurecia lives?" I questioned Jessica.

"Sure. We're friends from way back." She said.

Once we got in our car, I thought I would try to wheedle some information out of Jessica so I started out on a line of innocuous questions.

"Does Lurecia live far from here?" I began.

"Not too far. Maybe fifteen minutes." Jessica answered.

"So, you've been to her place before?" I went on.

"Oh, yes. We've known each other for quite awhile." She answered absently while trying to get the car from the parking lot into traffic.

"So, how long?" I probed a little more.

"A couple of years. No, maybe more like three." Nothing wary about her answers at all.

"How'd you two meet?" Trying to build some information now.

"Laura introduced us. She and Laura have been together for a long time." Still opening up more.

"And you and Laura have known each other how long?" Going for more info.

"Laura and I have known each other since college. She was a senior when I was a freshman. She was assigned to me as a guide in my first year. We've been friends ever since." No deception here.

"You know, we've been together for a couple of years now but I've never met her before." I was trying to catch her in something- -in what I wasn't exactly sure- -but something. Jessica didn't seem fazed at all.

"But she looks familiar somehow, like I've seen her somewhere before." I was pressing now.

"Yes, indeed I think you have." Jessica said. And without batting an eyelid she added, "Laura's the girl in the tape- -the one she and I made just for you."

I was dumbstruck. What in the world....? The tape made for me.....? 

"What did you say?" I spluttered. "The tape? Made for me?" (O.K. I said what was on my mind.)

"Yes, dear. And don't be so surprised." Jessica continued, knowing she had one-upped me. "I knew quite some time ago that you were getting bored with our sex life. That's why I went along with it and got you to try some new things. The tape was something to get you going again. And it worked, didn't it?"

"Yes it did." I had to admit it. "But how did you know I'd look at it or even find it to begin with?"

"I know you better than you think, sweetie." She chortled. "When we started going together, you always wanted to tape anything new we did in bed. So it was logical that after our recent experimentations, you'd want to get the camcorder and get some of those sessions on tape. No mystery."

"But the tape...it wasn't marked or anything." I was still trying to get a handle on things.

"Look, like I said, I know you." Jessica was doing her 1st grade teacher presentation now. "I know that you are organized, that you like to make sure that everything on tape is backed up on DVD, and that if you found a tape that wasn't backed up, you'd look at it to see what was on it and if it was worth saving. So, after Laura and I made the recording, I just put it where I knew you'd find it. I knew you'd look at it."

"Well, O.K. about the tape I guess. But what about you and Laura?" I really wanted an answer to this one. "How long has this been going on? What's the deal?"

Jessica took a breath, knowing this would take some time, and began her explanation.

She said she and Laura had been friends since college, like she told be before. Laura had helped her get oriented as a freshman and kind of guided her through her first year at the school. Laura was fairly popular and introduced Jessica to people, helped her meet some boys, and things like that. Jessica started dating this one Junior who dumped her after a few months. This devastated Jessica. She went to Laura sobbing and Laura gave her a shoulder to cry on. But the consoling turned passionate and, the next thing they knew, the were embracing, kissing, and...well...doing sex. Jessica had never had sex with a woman before that; Laura had. In fact, Laura termed herself bi-sexual from the beginning. Jessica just felt that she was a straight girl who had a bi-sexual experience. Over the years, the relationship continued. No real strings attached but each enjoyed the company of the other and occasionally would have sex, also enjoyable.

Laura got married three years out of college. It didn't work out. Two years later she got divorced and stayed single for another three years. Then she met her present husband and they'd been married for three years now. Jessica said he knew of Luara's predilection and went along with it. 

"But what about you?" I wanted some re-assurance. "Are you...? I mean are you gay? Or, bisexual? Or, what?"

"Sweetie, I love you and I love having sex with you." She patted me on the leg. "But I also love having sex with women, especially Laura. I guess that makes me bi-sexual. I didn't bring this up earlier because I wasn't sure how you'd react. But since we have been doing some experimenting, I thought it would be a good thing to let you in on it...in an inventive way. That's what was behind our dress-up session and that's what was behind the tape."

"Well, how often DO you have sex with Laura....or someone?" I was getting a little demanding now.

"Hmmmm. Well, you know that I'm out shopping with the girls on some of our weekends?" It sounded like she wanted to be honest but not too honest. "Well, some of those sprees don't wind up at the shopping center. I literally get together with the girls."

"The girls? You mean, " I was spluttering again, "There are more than ONE girl? I mean.....I mean.....I don't know WHAT I mean!"

"I know what you mean, dear." She went on, "You want to know if I'm sleeping around all over the place or something like that. I'm not. There are three or four of us who get together. We don't have sex every time. Sometimes it is just girl sessions...talk and things like that. But we do have sex, sometimes just two of us and sometimes all of us. It is fun. I enjoy it."

"I can imagine!" I wanted more info. "And......"

"That's about all there is to it." I could tell there was some finality there. "There isn't much more to tell. I love sex. I love having sex with you....In fact, I love you. But I love having sex with women, too. That's kind of the long and short of it."

"But...." I wanted to press some more.

"Honey, we're getting to Lurecia's place." She turned the car into a parking structure adjacent to a high rise condominium. "Let's just go up and see Lara and Lurecia and have a good time. O.K.?"

"O.K." I said weakly. I was pretty much drained by all of these revelations. "Let's do that..."

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It was a swanky building- -big bucks- -lots of glass, brass, and marble. We took an elevator to the lobby of the condominium, buzzed Lurecia's unit, and got into an elevator that went straight to the 11th floor. Lurecia's unit was across the hall from the elevator and the door was open waiting for us when we got there. 

The apartment- -and I hesitate to call it that for it was so grand- -was the epitome of fashion. A marble floor in the foyer, hardwood floors throughout the rest of the main living area, plus area rugs accenting the hardwood floors and the tasteful furniture, and lots of brass and glass lighting fixtures including a magnificent chandelier hanging in the dining area. And there were some wonderful works of art there, clearly original paintings hanging on the walls, bronze and wood sculptures on the tables, and shelves of leather bound books along one wall in a library area. This was a class place!

Laura and Lurecia were sitting on a large, white brocade covered couch in the living area. They had gotten there ahead of us and had poured out some wine in crystal goblets. They motioned us toward them and proffered each of us glasses of the same libation. Jessica took one; I declined. I'm not much of a drinker; it makes me sleepy. I wanted to stay awake for the rest of the evening. 

"Any coffee?" I asked. 

"Sure thing " Laura replied. "Got it right here." She whisked into the kitchen and came back with a stylish mug full of java. I couldn't help but notice her boobs bounce under her blouse as she returned with the drink.

"So, what did you think of the 'Chat Rose'?" Lurecia asked, directing the question at me.

"Oh, you mean the 'Red Cat'?" I was trying to show off my knowledge of French. "It seemed a little overdone. You know, the cat motif and the colors. But it was o.k."

Lurecia tee-hee'd "No, 'Chat Rose' doesn't mean 'Red Cat'. That would be 'Chat Rouge'. It actually means 'Pink Cat' or, as we like to say, 'Pink Pussy'!" She laughed out loud at that one, a wonderfully dusky laugh.

"Jessica? Did Marco find anything else unusual about our hangout?" Laura winked at Jessica.

"He didn't mention anything to me." Jessica answered. "I think he was too busy scoping out you two!"

"Marco? Did you?" Jessica asked me directly.

"No, not really, other than the '70's shtick." I was beginning to feel a little stupid. "Should I have?"

"Do I break it to him or do you?" Laura looked at Jessica.

"No! I'll do it." Lurecia chimed in, "I'll clue him in on this one."

"Marco, do you remember who you saw at the club?" Lurecia quizzed me. "I mean what kind of people did you see there?"

"I dunno." I was really beginning to feel like I was on the outside of an inside joke. "Just people, couples, waitresses, bartenders....C'mon...give me a clue!"

Lurecia laughed that laugh again. "Marco! There weren't any men in that club! Everyone there, except you, was a woman!"

"That can't be!" I was astounded. "I'm sure I saw men and women there....really!"

"No, Marco." Laura picked up. "They were all women. Some were dressed up like men but they were all women. Even the bartender...yep...not "Tom" of Tom & Jerry but...well....Thomasina!"

Jessica chuckled getting into the joke, "Why do you think it's called the 'Pink Pussy'? It's a girls club!"

"Duh!" I smacked my forehead with the palm of my hand. "That's me! Mr. Sherlock Holmes! But why did I get in there tonight? How come I didn't get bounced?"

"No disrespect, sweetness," Laura got in ahead of Lurecia (and I'm sure Jessica was just as pleased she did) "You are pretty enough to pass for a girl in man's clothes, at least in that lighting!"

I felt like my manhood was in question here but, what the heck, I went with it. "Gee, thanks- -I think. At least I know now that I kind of fit in there." (In the back of my mind, I remembered my dress-up night with Jessica. I guess I DID look kind of cute!)

I plopped down on the couch next to Lurecia. "All this is wearing me out. I need to sit for awhile."

Lurecia leaned over with her mouth near my ear and said, "Well, if it is any consolation, I think you are all man even if a 'pretty' one." Lurecia cooed that one to me- -but loud enough for the others to hear.

I looked up and saw the three girls give each other a look- -a knowing look? A code look?

"Let's see if I can help you out with that macho manhood thing." Lurecia was really cooing now.

She reached over and ran a beautifully manicured hand up under my sweater and rubbed my chest through my shirt. She hit exactly the right spot, back and forth across my nipples. I got a thrill from that. And then she nuzzled my neck and planted a kiss there just under my left ear. Another thrill.

I looked up to see what sort of reaction this was getting out of Jessica. She was sitting on the arm of the couch next to Laura. There was that smile again. She was eating this up. Laura moved her hand up to Jessica's thigh and gave it a little pat. 

That must have been a signal that "It" was "On".

Lurecia moved her hand out from under my sweater and then proceeded with both hands to take my sweater off over my head. Then she went to work my belt buckle. As she was getting that done, I felt tugs on both of my feet. I looked down and saw Laura taking off my left shoe and Jessica doing the same to my right one. I felt my feet get naked; the two girls slipped off my socks in unison. By this time, Lurecia had gotten my belt undone, my pants unbuttoned, my zipper down, and was coaxing my pants down over my hips. At the same time, Jessica and Laura were each pulling on a pant leg. I raised my hips and let them slip my legs out of my pants. Lurecia was still busy too. She she was on her knees on the couch unbuttoning my shirt, kissing down my chest as she undid each button and moving her mouth to my lips as she pulled my the shirt off of my arms. (Her lips were warm.) So, in the space of about a minute and a half, with the help of three girls, I went from fully clothed to sitting on the couch in my underwear. 




Lovin Mouthful Ch. 04



Lurecia sat back a little, reached behind her and undid her dress. The top fell down but the dress remained around her hips. She wasn't wearing a bra so her breasts were immediately visible. Like I said, I thought Lurecia was about 5'8" but that was in heels. She looked to be more like 5'5" or 5' 6" now. She had a firm body, silky smooth dark skin that looked as sweet as milk chocolate, and a fashion model's face with large eyes and full lips. Her breasts were maybe between a B and a C, kind of like Jessica's but rounder and firmer with small nipples. I reached over to caress one and concluded immediately that Lurecia had breast implants. They were a little to firm to be natural but whoever did the work on her did a great job. I leaned forward and put my lips to her right breast. Her skin was warm and her scent was marvelous, floral. I moved my lips to her nipple and kissed it lightly and then used my tongue to stimulate it. Her nipple got immediately harder. I moved on to her left breast kissing my way across between them and paid similar tribute it. Lurecia's back arched a little and she let out a soft sigh. I could tell she was liking this.

I glanced down to see what Jessica and Laura were doing now that they had my pants off. They were on their knees look up and Lurecia and me with interest and expectation. I might have expected Jessica to be a little jealous but, knowing a little more about her now, I figured that she was just enjoying seeing two people making out- -even if one of them was her boyfriend. Then Laura leaned over across my legs and gave Jessica a kiss, a long kiss, while caressing her hair. Both of them got to their feet and headed over to the love seat (aptly named) to leave Lurecia and me on our own.

Lurecia switched up now. She moved away from my mouth and began to ply my chest with her lips. She licked and sucked on my nipples and began to kiss her way down my chest to my belly button. She paused there and tongued my navel and licked all around it as she used her hand to budge my underwear down. The tip of my cock began to protrude from the top of the elastic waistband of my briefs as she teased them further down over my hips. Finally I raised my butt off the couch and she finished pulling my shorts off as my cock jumped out, erect in front of her face. She make short work- -no pun intended- -in removing my underwear the rest of the way. 

She moved off the couch now and positioned herself in front of me on her knees and spread my legs apart scooting forward so she was between them. She grasped the shaft of my cock in both hands, leaned her head forward and began to flick the underside with her tongue. She moved her tongue up my cock like a little kid licking a sucker and then gently put her lips over the head giving it a slow, long kiss that took care of the beads of pre-cum that had formed there. She moved her hands up and down on my shaft as the kissed the head again playing her tongue over and around the slit. 

Then she stopped. I mean, just STOPPED! 

Oh, my god, what could have been worse? I was just getting into it, feeling my semen starting to boil up in me and she stops! What in the world was she up to?

Lurecia let go of my cock and got to her feet. She looked over at Laura and Jessica and said, "Shift change!" Then she turned and walked away letting her dress slip the rest of the way off of her body showing me a fabulous thong clad butt that ground away as she walked toward the bedroom.

Jessica and Laura were in a lip lock of their own. And, by this time, they had worked each other's tops and bras off and were probing underneath trying to pet the "chat rose", so to speak. But they stopped what they were doing, got up, shed the rest of their garments, and walked over to where I was sitting.

"Time for a double team," Jessica announced, "I got him high. Laura, you get him low!"

Jessica knelt down on the couch next to me, framed my face with her hands, and began to kiss me. It was a long, deep kiss that filled my mouth with her tongue as she caressed my cheeks and neck with her hands. Meantime, Laura had assumed Lurecia's former position and spread my legs farther apart so she could begin licking my balls from the bottom up. She actually got each testicle in her mouth, one at a time, and sucked them gently while massaging the inside of my thighs. By this time, Jessica had moved her kissing from my mouth to my neck to my chest and to my nipples. She sucked hard, not gently like Lurecia. It sent a thrill all the way from my chest to the base of my dick. Laura had moved her sucking down lower than my scrotum so that she was tonguing the area between it and my asshole and had taken her right hand, put it under my butt and was massaging my left cheek. Then her fingers moved right into the crack in my ass and probed my asshole. Her tongue was licking my balls again while she did this. Jessica was sucking harder and harder on my nipples, one at a time. I thought I was going to explode.

Then THEY stopped. Just like Lurecia, they STOPPED!! 

I didn't think I could stand it. Twice I was getting to where I was wound up enough to get my load off and both times I got stopped- -because THEY stopped! ARGGGHHHH!!!

Jessica and Laura both stood up and each grabbed one of my hands and pulled me to my feet.

"Beddy-bye time, Marco." Laura said, "Yes, sweetie, time to get into bed." Jessica echoed.

The led me toward the bedroom where Lurecia had recently disappeared. I could see lights in there, very bright lights but I wasn't ready for what I saw when I got to the doorway.

It was a large bedroom with a large- -and I mean large- -bed in it. It look to be at least a California King Size, maybe bigger. There were mirrors on the wall behind the bed and I could see that there were mirrors on the wall to each side of the bed too. But what really got my attention was seeing two tripods set up at each corner of the foot of the bed, each with a bright flood light on it, and each with a camcorder on top. We were going to record whatever happened for posterity--or maybe for "posterior-ity".

Lureica was still in her thong sitting up on the bed with two remote controls, one in each hand. "Lights, camera, ACTION!" she yelled out as she pointed the remotes at the camcorders and pressed the "Record" button. 

Laura and Jessica sat me down on the edge of the bed and then both of them gave me a shove that sent me falling on my back on the soft mattress. My cock was only semi-hard now and I saw it waggling as I plopped down. I could only imagine what that looked like to the cameras. Jessica went over to the other side of the bed and got up next to Lurecia. It didn't take long for Jessica to put a lip lock on Lurecia and begin teasing Lurecia's boobs with her hand. Lurecia teased back.

Laura crawled up next to me and started up where she left off when we were on the couch, moving her face down on my crotch, licking my balls and caressing my cock. I wiggled around to where my head was underneath her and then moved her legs apart so her pussy was staring me right in the face. I remembered Laura from Jessica's videotape, her smooth, rounded body and her full breasts. But her skin looked so much whiter and creamier in person. And as I looked up I saw that the hair on her pussy was thick but silky. I couldn't see the lips of her vagina but I could smell scent of her juices. She had an earthy aroma, not at all unpleasant but more "herbal". I had to have a taste of that so I moved my mouth into position and reached up and pulled Laura's hips down so that her pussy was right on my face. She was working on my cock now and I could feel it go deep into mouth; I reciprocated by thrusting my tongue into her pussy and then licking her moist crack up and down and up and down. Her thick hair tickled my nose and lips as I worked away. My tongue found her clitoris and I flicked it and teased it and then used my lips to gently suck on it. Laura's hips were swaying as I plied her and I could hear some soft moaning as she continued to work on my cock. 

"SWITCH!" I heard Lurecia shout.

Laura stopped abruptly and rolled over into the center of the bed. Jessica stopped just as quickly and rolled over in Laura's direction giggling. They embraced, kissed, and maneuvered into a "69" position with Laura on the top and Jessica on the bottom. Both of their mouths were busy in an instant.

I licked my lips to get the last off Laura's juices off of them and looked over to Lurecia. She gave me a beckoning index finger and I complied, crawling around the passionate L & J to get to Lurecia.

I lay next to her and started to tease her lightly pinching her tummy all the way up to her breasts. I gave each nipple a little tweak and then began to suck on them. I sucked harder than I had before, more like the way Jessica sucked my nipples. I got her right nipple between my teeth and gently, very gently nipped it. Lurecia "oooh'd" with pleasure at that. I flicked it with my tongue as I reached over and massaged her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger. More "oooh's" from Lurecia.

I moved my lips up her chest to her neck, to her chin, and then to her lips and gave her a tongue filled kiss. As I thrust my tongue into her mouth, my hand went down her stomach to her thong and started tugging it down just as she had done to me with my briefs. I slipped my hand underneath her thong to get to her pussy- -I figured I might as well go for the gold and worry about getting her thong all of the way off later.

But....But....But I didn't feel a pussy. There was a COCK there!! Uh-Oh! I sure didn't see that coming!

Lurecia giggled and put her hand to the back of my head and pulled my mouth back to hers and returned a long, deep, kiss. "Baby," she chortled, "You're going to get the chance you've always wanted. Well, at least that's what Jessica told us."

I heard some giggling coming from Jessica and Laura as they looked up from what they were doing to catch the expression on my face as Lurecia made her revelation. Jessica murmured to me, "Well, you DID tell me you wanted to know what it was like to suck a cock. Now's your chance!"

I grinned a little stupidly. "I guess I did. But I sure didn't think it was going to be like this!"

"You gots'ta take 'em when you find 'em, Baby!" Lurecia intoned. And then lower and more seductively, "C'mon, Baby. Take me now."

I got up on my knees over Lurecia and pulled "her" thong down over "her" legs. "Her" cock sprang into view, It was only half erect. It was a nicely shaped, circumcised organ. It looked to be about the same size as mine, about 8" long, as big around as the circle I could make with my thumb and index finger, and, of course, sweet chocolate brown. Everything was shaved around it, there wasn't a hair in sight either on "her" pubic area or on "her" scrotum- -"she" was as smooth, creamy smooth, as "she" could be.

I looked over at Jessica. She was still busy with Laura. I looked back to Lurecia and "she" gave me a nod. "C'mon, Baby!" she cooed. "Do it NOW!"

I bowed my head down toward the phallus in front of me as I began to stroke it with my hand. It was kind of like jacking myself off- -only a lot different. I knew how my hand felt on my cock but my hand on another cock made it feel rubbery. But the more I stroked the less rubbery it began to feel and as I leaned over and touched my lips to the head I could feel it begin to swell even more. 

The head was broad and shiny and it felt like kissing a plum as I touched my lips to it. There was some clear pre-cum beginning to seep out as I did this and I used my tongue to lick it into my mouth. It didn't have much of a taste other than being a little salty and there wasn't much of it either. I kissed the head again only parting my lips a little more this time and I licked around the head more too. Then I used my tongue to rim the head around and under the glans. It swelled even more.

"You have to get your mouth around it, Honey." Lurecia sounded impatient.

"O.K. Here it goes." I said as I breathed in deeply.

I opened my mouth and inserted the stiff prick between my lips, past my teeth and onto my waiting tongue. As I massaged the shaft with my hand, I forced my mouth farther down until my lips met my fingers. I had the top half of "her" cock in my mouth and the bottom half in my fist. I moved my hand down to "her" balls and forced the shaft further into my mouth until I could feel it press against the back of my tongue and against the opening of my throat. I closed my lips and began to suck and then moved my head back and forth slowly, tentatively. The sensation was wonderful. It was like having a mouth full of solid, slick, warm sausage. I was beginning to get into it. I began to move my mouth up and down faster and could feel my tongue massaging the underside of the shaft as I did this. I sped up my strokes and made them longer so that the stiff prick was practically out of my mouth before I went down on it again. I felt my self moan as I kept this up, each time going a little deeper into my throat, At one point I stopped and just held the hard member in my mouth, and gave an extra hard suction. And then I returned to the in and out movement. I began to hear Lurecia moan and sigh. Then, at about mid-stroke, I felt "her" cock swell and pulse and shoot a load of cum all the way to the back of my throat. It was very warm. And then "she" shot again, again, again, and then one more time. I could hear Lurecia gasp as "she" shot her load and then a "mmmmmm" sound from deep down in "her" chest. I held "her cock" in my mouth for what seemed like an eternity. I massaged it with my tongue that was slippery with "her" semen. And then it began to shrink and get limp.

I pulled my head off of "her" cock while holding "her" load in my mouth. I was still debating whether or not spit when Lurecia murmured, "Baby, you have to swallow or I'll be offended. C'mon, you can do it."

I remembered what Jessica had showed me and how I used to swallow my own "come". This couldn't be any different. So I gulped it down feeling the sensation of the slick fluid as it ran down my throat. I licked my lips and savored the sticky, salty/bitter/sweet flavor, which was different than the taste of my own "come"- -not necessarily better or worse, just different. 

Laura and Jessica had stopped their play to witness my cock sucking efforts. They applauded, I mean literally clapped their hands, when Lurecia came in my mouth. And they nodded with approval as I swallowed the white creamy load of Lurecia's "come" 

"Good job!" Jessica and Laura said in unison, "You're a natural!"

Jessica pulled me down to her and gave me a kiss and licked my lips with her tongue. 

"Mmmmmm, " she smacked her lips, "That does taste delicious!"

She then turned and kissed Laura the same way. Laura beamed at this.

"Ah, Jessica," Laura said, "You're always one to share!"

Lurecia was on her back basking in the afterglow of orgasm. "Sweetie, sweetie, " She cooed, "You are the best!"

Now, I had forgotten that I still had a raging hard-on and all of this cock sucking and sperm swallowing had made me even hornier. 

"Who's going to service me?" I said in mock demand.

All three raised their hands. "Pick me." "No, pick me." "No pick me!" Jessica, Laura and Lurecia chimed in sequence. 

Well, at least I had my pick.

(To be continued.....)



Lovin Mouthful Ch. 05



"I pick....YOU!" I pointed to Laura

The way I figured it, I could have sex with Jessica just about any time. She was good but this was a special occasion. Lurecia and I had just had sex, of a sort, so why not spread myself around a little. Besides, I rather enjoyed what Laura had been doing while she, Lurecia, and I were making it on the couch. More of the same of that couldn't be all that bad.

I scooted up toward the head of the bed and reclined with my back on the pillows there. Jessica was on my left and assumed the same relative position there. Being the odd person out, no disrespect intended, Lurecia approached Jessica by spreading Jessica's legs apart and lying prone between them. Soon Lurecia's face was in Jessica's crotch, tongue flicking like a snake searching for Jessica's love spot.

Laura knelt down on my right side and leaned over to give me a kiss while at the same time grabbing my cock in her right hand. As I said before, Laura had creamy white skin, ample but not disproportionate sized breasts, silver dollar sized pink nipples, and a little bit of a tummy that became more pronounced as she bent over me. Her breasts were hanging, touching my chest as she kissed my lips and I used my right hand to massage of her breasts in turn. She moved her mouth away from mine and down to my chest and licked each of my nipples as she worked her way down to my stomach. She paused there tonguing my navel and tracing arcs with her tongue in my pubic hair above my cock. I took my hand away from her boobs and moved it behind her into the crack of her ass probing to find the entrance to her pussy. My fingers felt some moist, slick flesh and I knew I had found it- -by the "Braille" method, no less.

As Laura wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, my fingers were probing her pussy. I could hear Laura give out a gentle moan as I gently forced my index and middle fingers deeper into her vagina. She responded by taking my cock deeper into her mouth. I began working my fingers in and out of her cunt which, by this time, had become downright wet. I could feel the her juices coating my fingers and oozing onto the back of my hand. Laura's hips began to undulate in time to my rhythmic probing and her mouth and hand were both in sync as they attended to my cock. 

I had gotten to the point where my fingers were entirely in Laura's pussy all the way up to the knuckles and the tips of my fingers were massaging the inside front wall of her vagina. Laura began to buck her hips up and down and back and forth; I intensified my digital stimulation of her pussy. She now had my prick deep in her throat and was wagging her head to give me extra friction. 

I heard- -and felt- -a loud moan come from Laura's throat. It actually resonated through my penis into my scrotum, into my balls, and up into the pit of my stomach. At the same time, I felt her vagina spasm and felt a gush of fluid come from her pussy and run over my hand and arm. Her pussy actually squeezed my fingers and held them tightly in place. It would have taken real effort to extract them. In fact, at this point, I could barely move them so strong was the contraction of her cunt. 

Just as I felt her vagina begin to relax, I felt my cock start to pulsate. My semen boiled up through my prick into Laura's mouth just as she was starting to pull back. It was huge load. I had been teased practically to the point or orgasm by two females and a shemale all night and it had built up, and built up, and built up. Now I was releasing it in what I would term the orgasmic equivalent of a tsunami. I am sure my cock was gushing sperm just as liberally as Laura's pussy had gushed when she came. 

Laura kept her mouth on my cock as I was shooting and held it there until I finished. As my cock relaxed, she pulled her mouth away but kept her lips together I could tell from her swelled out cheeks that she hadn't swallowed. I could also tell that she was rolling her tongue around in her mouth swishing my load around from one side to the other. She gleefully blushing as she did this.

She got upright on her knees, straddled me, and then moved her legs over to where she was between me and the Jessica/Lurecia pair. Lurecia was still going down on Jessica and was too intent on what was going on there to even be aware of the Marco/Larua climax. But I could see that Jessica had been taking it all in. There was a smile on her face. I reached over with my left hand and gave her right hand a squeeze. 

Laura, meanwhile, leaned forward toward Jessica and placed her mouth against hers. I could see my "come" spurt from between Laura's lips into Jessica's mouth. The exchange was accompanied by tongues darting in and out of two sets of lips licking the glossy white fluid as it was transferred from one to the other.

Once that had been accomplished, Laura leaned back toward me and gave me a wet, smooching kiss on the lips and probed between them with her tongue. I got the taste and slick feel of my residual semen as she pressed lips closer to mine and thrust her tongue deeper into my mouth. It was a familiar experience, Jessica and I having done it many times before, but somehow it felt different with Laura doing it. Her lips were fuller than Jessica's and her tongue was....well....chubbier- -and warmer. I began to suck her tongue and pulled it further into my mouth. It had a feel like I was sucking something between a large clitoris and a small cock. I liked that sensation; I think Laura did, too.

As Laura pulled herself away from me, I again looked over at Jessica who was licking and smacking her lips, savoring the taste of my load. And then, abruptly, the expression on Jessica's face changed. Her eyes began to have a "far away" look, her mouth was open slightly, and her back began to arch. All this time, Lurecia had kept licking away on Jessica's pussy and clitoris and now, I could tell, Jessica was beginning to have an orgasm of her own.

I had observed Jessica's orgasms before. I mean, she would have them when we were having sex together and a few times I would watch as she would masturbate herself to a climax. Sometimes I would jack off as she was pleasuring herself. This seemed to please her and also seemed to intensify her orgasm. 

But what I was observing now was what I could only term as a "Grand Mal" orgasm. I mean, she went rigid, and then bucked her hips up and down (I almost felt sorry for poor Lurrecia with her/his head clasped between Jessica's thighs) and gave a mighty groan that came all the way from her tummy. Then she stopped and tensed again, and relaxed, and tensed, and relaxed. It was like observing an earthquake and its aftershocks. Gradually she settled down and soon just lay there taking deep breaths. Her nipples looked taut and hard as rocks, her eyes were closed, and her face was flushed- -her lips were cherry red. Whew!! 

Lurecia extricated her/himself from between Jessica's legs and into a kneeling position between them. She/he looked at me with wonderment. 

"I have never, and I mean NEVER, seen anything like THAT!" Her/his eyes were wide and mouth open in a state of shock. "My man, she is fabulous!"

"I know, Lu. I know." I nodded my head in agreement. "She's a keeper!"

After Jessica came down from her ecstasy, she sat up cross-legged on the bed. Lurecia was kneeling facing her; Laura was also kneeling next to Lurecia; and I was sitting with my knees drawn up and my back against the pillows. We all looked pretty darn satisfied.

What does one say after an escapade like that? Somehow, small talk doesn't seem appropriate. Congratulations all around seems lame. Likewise, just getting up, getting dressed and leaving, falls pretty flat. 

So, we just sat there and looked at each other for a few minutes, taking in each other's nakedness. Then there were a few pats and caresses, and a squeeze on the arm or thigh, and a peck or two on the lips or cheek. Then we got up and walked back into the living room.

Lurecia brought robes for her/him and Laura and they put them on before they sat down on the couch. 

Jessica went into the kitchen naked and called out, "Anyone for a drink? How about coffee?"

Laura called back, "How about the rest of the wine for Lu and me?"

I said, "Sweetie, just bring me some water."

A minute later, Jessica came back with a tray with two glasses of wine for Lu and Laura, a glass of water for me, and a mug of coffee for herself and set the tray down on the coffee table. Then Jessica went over to the love seat and began putting herself back together. By this time, I had begun putting my clothes back on. I had gotten as far as my pants, and my shirt and was starting to work on my socks and shoes.

There was a lull as Laura and Lu began sipping their wine and Jessica worked on pulling her skirt up.

"Laura, I have a question for you." I thought I would stimulate some conversation.

"Sure, Marco. Shoot" Laura looked genuinely interested in giving me an answer.

"Jessica tells me that you are married. And I can see the wedding ring on your hand." I had to set the premise for this. "But here we have been romping around all night, you and me, and you and Jessica, and you and Lurecia. How do you get by with that with your husband? Are you guys separated? Do you sneak around him for a night like this? Or, is he just the understanding sort? How do you manage that?"

"Well, you see it's not difficult at all dealing with my husband." Laura gave Jessica and Lurecia a knowing wink. "My husband has been here all the time. You see, Lurecia IS my husband!"

"Well, I'll be damned!" I spouted. "Well, I'll be damned!"

The girls broke down in laughter.

I figured I had a lot more yet to learn about this crew.

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Driving home with Jessica, she and I began a "post-game" review of our night

"Baby, THAT was fantastic!" I said as I pulled out of the parking garage and into traffic. "I've never imagined that we'd get into anything like that!"

"I knew you'd enjoy it." She said sweetly.

"I know you had been getting a little bored with our sex life." She continued, "That's why we were trying all of those different things. But I figured we needed something a little extra to amp up our sex life so I thought up this adventure. Laura and Lurecia were more than happy to cooperate."

"But a four bagger!" I went on. "I never dreamed of doing anything like that."

"Well, like I told you, " She was back in her school teacher mode again, "I've done things like that before, with the girls- -and I count Lurecia as one of the girls- -so it wasn't new to me. But I knew it would be new and fun for you. Just like our experimenting with you swallowing your cum, or dressing up like a woman, or playing with me and my dildo, sucking cock, and things like that. We should resolve to keep on with that."

"I'm game." I said eagerly. "Nothing hurtful, though. You know I'm not into BDS&M or anything like that. Nothing hardcore like that."

"I'm not either." Jessica sounded firm on that. "But we can play with a lot of things without getting heavy, you know. Let's just have fun, O.K.?"

"I love you and you love me." She added. "That adds a whole new dimension to our fun. We can trust each other. Right?"

"Right!" I answered. "Absolutely, Right!"

We made the rest of the drive home in silence. But I could sense her mind was working. I knew MINE was.



Lovin Mouthful Ch. 06



The phone was ringing.

"Jessica? Jessica?" I was in the middle of watching a playoff game and really couldn't stand the distraction of getting up and answering the phone. "Jessica? PLEASE!!"

"What's the matter? You break your leg?" Jessica yelled back from the kitchen, "Oh! I forgot. You've got the game on! Sorry, I forgot that that getting up, walking three feet to the desk, and answering the fucking phone would ruin the entire game. Jeez! It's probably a beer commercial anyway!"

I hesitated to comment that in the time it took her to rant about my not answering the phone she could have picked up the extension in the kitchen and stopped the intrusive ringing. But why escalate the conflict? The call was probably for her anyway.

The call WAS for her. That made me feel smugly satisfied. I was right and I was right. But, I found, it doesn't pay to be too right too often, especially if one one tries to gloat.

When a time-out did come up (and ,yes, the break was for a beer commercial) so I went into the kitchen to see what Jessica was doing. Well, for one she was gingerly holding the phone between her thumb and forefinger on her right hand holding it near her ear and attempting to talk. She was in the middle of baking and she had shortening or some such substance all over her hands. Chagrined, I mouthed "I'm Sorry" and, finding a non-greasy spot on the phone, plucked it from between her fingers, hit the "speaker" button on the handset, and put the phone on the counter so she could talk "hands-free". 

Jessica carried on without missing a beat. "Sure, Laura! I think that would be fun. Let me get cleaned up and I'll meet you at your place.....Yeah.....O.K.....In an hour...maybe a little more....Yes....O.K....No, I'm sure it's fine....Yes....See you soon." 

Jessica motioned to me with her gooey fingers to turn off the phone, which I did straightaway rather than risk further wrath. As I wiped off the phone with a dish towel, Jessica returned to her baking task and with swift efficiency put together two sheets of cookies and slid them into the waiting oven. No wasted movement there!

I walked back into the living room and picked up on the game again. Damn! In the brief interlude in the kitchen, the other team ran back an interception for a touchdown. Damn! There went my point spread. The game wasn't over but, knowing their opponents, it was too close to the end for my team to recoup. I switched the TV off and went back into the kitchen.

"What's up with Laura?" I tried to sound nonchalant but I was very curious, knowing what I did about Jessica and Laura.

"Not much. She just wants to do some shopping." Jessica sounded too matter of fact to be 'up to anything', "There's an after-hours sale going on at (a store in the next town) and she wants me to go with her."

"Just shopping?" I queried. "I mean you're going shopping and not 'shopping', right?"

"Yes, silly boy." She was peevishly condescending. "Yes, just real shopping! Beside that, you know I've got my period and that pretty much precludes any fun and games."

Yes, I did know about Jessica's period. But, if I got a blow job this morning like I did, how is it that Laura might not get similar treatment from my oral-sexy girlfriend? I think Jessica was reading my mind.

"Laura's got her period now, too, so you can put the stopper on your lurid imagination right now, mister." Jessica knew she got me with that one. "I suppose it is just synchronicity, huh? Our periods just brings out the shopping bug in both of us."

Jessica put some dishes in to the sink, tidied up the counter a little, and hung her apron on a hook on the side of the refrigerator. 

"Watch the cookies. They will be done in fifteen minutes." Jessica was in her elementary school teacher mode. "Take them out of the oven- -USE the oven mitts- -and put the cookie sheets on the stove top to cool. I'll be in taking a shower. I won't be long."

I followed directions to the letter and was standing there looking like a third-grader who had successfully completed a school assignment when Jessica wafted back into the kitchen looking all scrubbed and fresh.

"All done. See?" I motioned toward the stove top. "Perfect? Right?"

"Yes, very well done, Marco." That school teacher tone again, "You didn't miss a thing--except for turning the oven off, closing the oven door, turning off the oven light, and hanging up the oven mitts again. Perfect!"

I could tell she was being facetious. How was I to know to do those things? They weren't in her instructions. Jeez!

"Marco, Marco, Marco!" Jessica twitted me, "You'll never be a woman- -at least when it comes to cooking!"

"So, Jessica, what am I supposed to do while you and Laura are gallivanting all over town?" I suppose I was trying to make her feel a little guilty. "The game's over and I'm pretty much at loose ends now. You want me to try to bake another batch of cookies?"

Jessica looked horrified. "No, No, NO! No baking cookies! I couldn't take coming home to the mess that I'm sure I would find if I let you do that. Why don't you just clean up a bit yourself and come along. You and Lu (Lurecia) can plot something while Laura and I are on our spree."

Did I detect something sly in her voice? Or, was I just imagining things again.

No matter, I went in to the bathroom, gave my self quick rinse off, slapped on some cologne, and put on some respectable clothes and left with Jessica. 

We chatted in the car on the way over to Laura and Lurecia's place.

"Jessica? That night we had with Laura and Lurecia was pretty spectacular, huh?"

I was fishing for a response for we hadn't talked a lot about it since then. Almost as a reaction to the over-the-edge character of that experience, Jessica and I returned to a pretty much routine sex life for a few weeks- -well, at any rate, sex as it had become routine for us. That included a spectrum of activity from plain old fucking, to oral sex, to a little dildo play, both ways- -me and her- -and a little dress-up, too. We had gotten the cum-swapping/cum-eating thing down pretty well and it had become pretty much a staple of our sex life. I really enjoyed it and, in fact, I felt a little cheated when for some reason we didn't do it as part of our love-making. But we hadn't gotten real wild and certainly hadn't indulged in anything like the orgy that the four of us had that night.

"Yes, Marco. It was spectacular." Jessica sounded wistful, almost as if she were reliving it in her mind's eye. "Spectacular, memorable, and- -for that matter- -hard to top!"

That was the problem with experiences like that: Once you'd done them one time, you could never do them again for the first time. It did tax one's imagination to keep coming up with better sexual scenarios. But over stimulation had its price. It made ordinary sex seem like something less than satisfactory. Just as sex had become a couple of months ago before our escapades, it was again becoming a little prosaic. 

"We need to spice things up again, Jess." I took an affirmative approach. "Let's dream up something, O.K?"

"Sure, baby! I've already got a couple of ideas but..." She looked down at her crotch, "Right now there is a significant impediment that'll take a few days to remove itself. After that...well....lets do some plotting of our own. O.K.?"

Before I knew it, we were at Laura's place. We took the elevator up to the eleventh floor and Laura was there at the door waiting for us as we got off.

"C'mon sweetie," Laura addressed Jessica, "Let's just get going. O.K?"

With that, Laura waltzed Jessica back into the elevator and punched the button for the garage. 

"Marco? Lurecia's in the apartment. You two have a good time while Jessica and I are out." Laura said that as the elevator doors closed so I couldn't answer back. But, if she could have heard me, I should have aid something like, "Is Lu a football fan?"

For some reason, the thought of sex left me cold. Besides, Jessica had worked her magic on me that very morning with one of her patented nut-busting blow jobs and cum-swaps. I guess I was just ultra satisfied.

Then I turned and headed toward the apartment. Lurecia was standing just inside the doorway looking like someone had lit her up with about ten megawatts worth of incandescent light. She was literally glowing. Part of that, I saw, was the fact that she was standing under the crystal chandelier in the entry way but the other part of it was that she was just glad to see me.

"Come in, Come IN, COME in!" Lurecia was ebullient. "We're just gonna have a great time, Marco!"

"Lu, I'm not feeling all that perky." I thought I'd back him/her off at the outset. "My team lost today, I didn't beat the spread, and I'm just plain old down."

"My baby's down? 'Down' did he say?" Lurecia pointed a slim index finger with a long, polished nail at me. "Well, let's GET down then."

Lurecia turned her hand over, palm up, and beckoned me with all four of red tipped fingers, one at a time and in sequence almost as if she were trying to cast a spell on me.

Lurecia was lithe and energetic. She laughed, shimmied her body, and went through a series of dance moves as she headed toward the living room. There wasn't any music on, it was a beat she heard only in her head. In a way, I was glad of that. I don't know if I cold have stood any music with that strange of a rhythm.

"Well, if my baby's feeling down...I mean down, down, DOWN....then I'm going to have to help get him up, up, up!" Lu was chanting in time with the same music to which she was moving that she could hear only in her head. 

"Lu, sweetie. I'm not really in the mood. Sex with you is fun but I'm just not 'up' to it tonight." I tried again to deflect her.

"Oh, Marco! Who said anything about having sex?" She smiled another ten megawatt smile at me. "I just said I'm going to make you feel good. You come with me....with me....with me."

She summoned me again but this time with both outstretched hands and dancing fingers. It was all so unusual that, in a way, I did feel entranced so I followed her as she led the way weaving and dancing backward all the way to the master bathroom.

I was a huge room for a bathroom, probably 15' X 15'. It was done in marble and chrome, had double sinks beneath a mammoth mirror, with a immense tub, and a separate oversized shower with fixtures on both sides. The rugs on the floor were the whitest sheepskin I'd ever seen and towels were plush white with gilt monograms. The lighting was intense, not at all soft. and I cold tell it raised the temperature of the room.

Lurecia went over to the tub, leaned over and turned on the faucets, tested the temperature with her fingers, made an adjustment or two, and began to let the tub fill up with warm water. She reached over and picked up a crystal cruet and poured a milky liquid from it into the water. It began to foam and bubble and I could detect a scent of what? Lilac? Gardenia? Plumeria? All three? It smelled wonderful, especially in moist air of the wafting up from the warm water. I was going to get a bubble-bath? 

I stood there immobile as she began to undress me. She unbuttoned my shirt and peeled it off of my arms and tossed it onto the floor. She deftly undid my belt buckle, unbuttoned my pants, unzipped my fly, and tugged my pants down until they were around my ankles. She held my shoes while I slid my feet out of them and freed them from my pant legs. One by one she removed my socks and then came my briefs down my legs and off onto the floor with the rest of clothes. I was standing there naked. It was odd, though. I didn't even have a hard-on.

She quickly slipped out of her clothes, much easier for her because she was braless under her halter top and thongless/pantiless under her loose fitting silk pants. I was transfixed by her chocolate brown body, so taut and trim with her perfectly rounded breasts, and (it was no surprise now) her perfectly shaped cock. She didn't have a hard-on either.

We stepped into the tub holding hands for balance. The water seemed hot on my feet and legs, not too hot but hotter than I'd expected. We eased our way down until we were sitting in the water which came up over our legs and half-way up our tummies. Lurecia turned the water off and we sat there luxuriating in the warm water with only the sound of sloshing water around us. 

Lurecia reached over the side of the tub and came up with a can of shaving gel and a disposable, double-bladed razor. What did she have in mind? Her body was pretty smooth, no hair around her cock for sure. Then she prompted me to lift my right leg out off the water. I was too relaxed to resist. He lathered it up and commenced to shave all of the hair off of it quickly with long, deft strokes. She repeated the process with my left leg and then addressed each of my arms with the gel and razor, including removing the hair from under my armpits. I was pretty smooth and my skin glistened as she rinsed off all of the lather. She eyed my crotch. Her look was, "Oh, YES! That, too!" I stood up in the tub and she applied the gel to my privates and whisked my pubic hair away with the razor. She was very careful and gentle as she worked on my scrotum and the area underneath between my legs. By the time she finished, my body was as smooth as a baby's butt.

We stood up together and she grabbed one of those large white towels from the rack and wrapped it around me drying me off. She used the same towel on herself. She took two white robes off their hooks and handed one to me as she put the other one on herself. 

"We're not finished yet, Honey Boy!" She cooed as she found a vinyl covered stool underneath the sink. "Sit down here, Sweetie." She patted the chair with her hand.

She picked up the can of shaving gel again and applied it to my face making sure that she covered all of the areas where my beard might be: cheeks, chin, upper lip, throat, and neck. Then she produced an old fashioned straight razor, not one of those double bladed plastic things, but an honest to goodness single blade straight razor. I was taken aback by that. Who knew how to use those things in today's world.

Lurecia sensed my discomfiture. "Honey Boy, I learned to use one of these a long time ago. Not to worry."

With all of the skill of a practiced barber, she began to remove the beard from my face. With sure strokes she moved down each cheek, up my neck and throat, across the contours of my chin, and finally with short strokes finished with my upper lip. I reached up and felt my face. I'd never given myself a shave that close- -ever. And there wasn't a nick or cut anywhere. It was a perfect shave.

She began to daub some liquid on my face and rub it around. I could see in the mirror that there was some color to it. It was the same type of thing that Jessica had used on me when we did our dress-up, role reversal caper. It was then that I realized what Lurecia was doing. She was making me up to look like a woman!

After the foundation, she applied a little blush, and then used the eyebrow pencil, the mascara, and finally the lipstick. Then came the nylon stocking cap and the flowing burette wig, the same one that Jessica had put on me before. 

As I looked in the mirror, I saw the face of an attractive woman- -from the neck up. From the neck down, I saw my very male looking body- -granted, hairless but male looking nevertheless.

Lurecia glided out of the bathroom with me in tow. We went into the dressing area just off the master bedroom. She stood me in front of a full-length mirror. She reached into the closed and produced a black cocktail dress, a black bra, black panty hose, and low heeled black pumps.

"Here, put all of these on." Lurecia was gentle but insistent. "You're gonna look goooood, Honey Boy!"

I put the padded bra on just like Jessica had shown me, pulled on the panty hose which had what I identified as a "control top", the shoes followed, and then slipped the dress over my head and smoothed it down over my body. Lurecia was in back and zipped it up.

I looked in the full-length mirror, You could have fooled me. A very attractive, tall, slim, exotic, brunette stared back at me. I had only the vague sense that it was me. She was making me more than a little horny. 

"YOU are looking good, Honey Boy....I mean, Honey Girl." Lurecia was impressed with her work. "You ARE looking GOOOOD!"

"One more thing, Honey Boy." Lurecia opened a drawer and produced a bottle of red nail polish. "Your hands don't look all that girly. We're gonna take care of that."

Quickly but precisely Lurecia applied the polish to each of my finger nails. It was very, very red. I was amazed at the difference it made. My hands did begin to look "girly".

"Now, you don't do anything with your hands for a few minutes. Just sit there!" Lurecia said as she got up and went into the dressing area. 

I could see her shed her robe, letting it drop to the floor. She had a marvelous body for a...well....a man/girl- -very shapely, very smooth, very sexy. She slipped on a thong she took out of a drawer in the closet, grabbed a dress from the clothes rod, and slipped it over her head. It was a black one, not too different from the one I had on. She selected a pair of t-strap high heel sandals and wiggled her feet into them. 

"Voila!" she said, "I'm almost ready. Don't you move your hands, now!"

Lurecia quickly brushed on some make up, gave her eyelashes a quick curl, and put on some lipstick. She looked at herself in the mirror as if to confirm that everything was in place and then looked at me to do the same thing. 

"Let me see those hands, 'girl'. Yes, they look just fine." I got a look of approval. "We are a pair of FINE look'n women, FINE look'n." 

She took me by my hand and led me toward the living room. 

"Let me see you walk." That was almost like a drill sergeant's order. "C'mon, back and forth now."

I walked up and down the living room trying to get used to he low heeled women's shoes. I guess I wobbled a little but that wasn't what troubled Lurecia.

"Sway a little, girl. Don't pace, don't trudge. Just glide and sway." Lurecia demonstrated by walking back and forth herself. "See, SASHAY! I know it's going to feel funny but you'll get used to it. Besides, they'll be mostly looking at me and you can get by with a little awkwardness that way."

That took me back a little. "They? THEY, are going to be looking? Who might 'THEY' be?"

"You'll find out. Just follow me." Lurecia led me by the hand to the door. "We're gonna have some fun GIRL!"

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About fifteen minutes later, we were pulling into the parking structure of a high-rise building downtown. Lurecia had filled me in on our plan during the drive. We were headed for an upscale club at the top of the building. This was the kind of place where the second tier "beautiful people" hung out. No celebrities here, no captains of industry, no film producers, no mega-bucks folks. But there were some people of modest affluence who liked to sample some night life that was a cut above the regular clubs. These were lawyers, stock traders, real estate deal makers- -the upper middle class. Most of them were self-absorbed, loved to be complimented, and loved to put on the dog to have a good time. Perfect for our purposes.

Even though she had gotten the parking ticket that was automatically dispensed when we entered the garage, the type that was usually paid upon exiting, Lurecia stopped at the parking attendant's enclosure and motioned him over to the car. She gave him the ticket and a bill from her purse. They exchanged a few words that I couldn't hear but I did hear her say, "So, my regular space is open?" The attendant nodded. "Goood man!"

She wheeled her SUV down the ramps until she got to the bottom most level and then drove clear to the end of the aisle. There weren't many cars there but she still went all the way down. There was an orange cone placed in front of the last parking space, the one next to the concrete wall. Lurecia got out of the car, moved the cone, got back in and then backed into the parking space. 




Lovin Mouthful Ch. 06



"You have enough room there to get out?" Lurecia asked

"Sure, I do. Not a problem at all. There's plenty of room to open the door and everything." I was trying out my soft voice. It seemed to work.

"Good, Honey." She seemed pleased. "I hate to be cramped over there and I hate door dings over here. It's a good reason to park down here."

We walked over to the elevators and took one up from our "P6" to the lobby of the building. There were two non-stop elevators in the lobby dedicated to the 41st floor which was occupied entirely by the club. We took one up and it let us out in a foyer. There was a posh looking dining room to our right and a cocktail lounge to our left. But in the center was a lectern where we were greeted by the maitre d'hotel.

"Are we dining this evening ladies?" He said unctuously, "Or, will we be having cocktails?"

I think I passed my first test: he called us "ladies", which included me.

Lurecia answered for us, "We're going to have some drinks first and then decide about dinner, if that's O.K."

"Very well, Mademoiselles," he motioned us to the left toward the cocktail lounge. "Enjoy, enjoy."

Lurecia was conspicuous, as she loved to be, as she headed toward the lounge. I tried to "sashay" along with her like she told me but I didn't think I was doing a very good job of it.

"You're doing fine, Honey B...Girl, just fine." She whispered to me as we made our way to an open table and sat down. "Here's a good one. We can see petty much everyone."

A waitress came over and asked us for our order. Lurecia ordered white wine for both of us. Then, as the waitress left, she leaned over to me and whispered, "If you talk, just do it in a loud whisper- -lots of breath. Don't try a falsetto voice yet. If I have to, I'll explain you are a little hoarse from quitting smoking. O.K?" I nodded.

I looked around the room. All of the women there were nicely attired- -dresses, business looking suits, nothing casual at all. The men wore either suits or subdued sport coat/slacks combinations and they all wore ties. I did look like a group of well-to-do working professionals and their mates. There were some couples but mostly groups of singles- -a clump of three or four guys here and a cluster of three or four women there. I could tell there was a lot of maneuvering amongst the groups and individuals to get introduced and paired up. Well, a meat market by any other name....It was upscale, but it was a meat market nevertheless.

It wasn't too loud but the sound of random conversation filled the air, along with the clink of glasses, and some background soft jazz. There was a circular bar in the center and tables placed all around the room. Several flat screen TV's, silent but with closed-captioned script, were placed around the room in strategic locations so that pretty much everyone had a view of one. Some were tuned into news, some to sports re-cap shows, and one or two were airing a "fashion" channel program. It helped stimulate conversation, I'm sure. 

The waitress brought over the glasses of wine and set them down on the table. She didn't ask for cash nor did she leave a tab. Lurecia looked up at her inquiringly. "On the house?"

"No, not on the house." She motioned with her head toward a couple of men near the end of the bar. "Looks like you two scored early. They insisted on picking up this round."

Lurecia picked up her glass and gave it a toasting motion in their direction. I turned my head and saw two 30'ish looking guys, one white and one black, toasting us back. They were both dressed in suits, expensive looking, and seemed very self-assured. My stomach did a flip-flop as they began to make their way over to the table.

"Thank you, gentlemen. Thank you." Lurecia said, holding up her glass, as they got within earshot. "What a nice way to welcome us here this evening." She flashed that smile of hers. I raised my glass and tried to look feminine.

"Our pleasure entirely, ladies." The black man said smoothly. (I could tell he had some practice at this.) "We couldn't bear to see two beauties such as yourselves buy yourselves even one drink. It was a matter of...well....honor. May we sit down?"

Lurecia gave them the go-ahead. They pulled chairs up to the small cocktail table, set their drinks down, and sat down to chat.

I was almost in a panic mode. I knew the light was dim in this place and, at a distance, I'm sure they wouldn't be able to figure out that I wasn't really a female. But this close? How could they not?

Lurecia looked me in the eye and gave me a wink and a smile. I saw the thumb on her glass holding hand move up as if to say, "You're doing good so far."

We started chitting and chatting and chatting and chitting. Gabbedy-gab-gab-gab. Small talk, weather, the economy, a little sports- -just stuff. Lurecia did most of the talking for us; I just nodded and smiled. A few times I got in a couple of hoarse "Yes's, O.K.'s, and allright's" in but nothing of substance. Lurecia did explain to them that I was they shy type and that, on top of that, I must have been on edge not having had a cigarette for a few days. Other than that, Lurecia carried the conversation wonderfully.

She found out that they were both lawyers, associates in a law firm working toward a partnership. The white guy was Jer (Jerry or Jerrold, I guessed) and the black fellow was Burke. They were basically doing real estate law, not residential but corporate, dealing with acquisition and development of commercial and industrial proprieties. All very boring, they said, but financially rewarding even at their level. They had been friends since college, played football together, went to law school together, and were recruited by their law firm together. I am sure they had done more than a little cocksmanship together too. They had a pretty good patter. And they shared the load of conversation- -neither one dominated. I began to wonder if they lived together.

Lurecia finished her drink and ordered another. I declined. I didn't want to get looped, get careless, and wind up screwing up my role play. It was odd, though, I felt pretty much at home in my "costume". And, as our conversation wore on, I began to get the feeling that I was really pulling it off.

Just as the Lurecia's second drink arrived, she motioned to me. "Marcia, I think we have to powder our noses." (Marcia? Jeez! Well, from "Marco" to "Marcia"- -it worked.)

We got up and headed toward the restrooms. It took an act of awareness for me not to turn into the Mens room as Lurecia opened the Ladies Room door. I followed her in. As soon as I was inside, I got the feeling that I was Alice in Wonderland and that everything was out of whack. It was disconcerting. I had never been in an occupied Ladies' bathroom. I don't know exactly what I though it would be like but it wasn't that at all. Nothing sexy or titillating going on. There were several women in there touching up their make-up, checking to see if they had lipstick on their teeth, adjusting their bras. And then there were the women coming out of the stalls straightening up their clothes before going out. Just prosaic stuff, kind of boring, almost not worth getting into drag to see.

"Listen, 'Marcia'. We're gonna have some fun with these two to start." Lurecia was genuinely excited. "Just follow my lead and think 'dream fulfilled', O.K.?"

I nodded and whispered, "But what? I'm not sure I can...."

Lurecia shushed me, "Don't worry. Just follow my lead!"

I had to pee. I went into a stall, closed the door, and stood there for a minute. I had forgotten rule #1: Women pee sitting down. So, I hiked up my dress, pulled down my panty hose, (trying to do both was a challenge) and sat down like a perfectly normal woman. I could looked on either side of me and saw that there were women's shoes with feet in them in each stall. Why I thought that strange, I don't know. When I finished, I couldn't resist a little chuckle.

After I finished, I put myself back together and walked out of the stall. Lurecia took me by the hand and said, "Sweetie, touch up your make-up. Here, I'll help."

She opened her purse, took out a compact and brushed some powder on my face and then re-did my lipstick. "There, you look fine again." A couple of the women in the bathroom looked at us as if to say, "Awww, isn't that special." Which was consoling since they could have shrieked, "Oh, MY GOD! It's a guy!!" I guess this may have been the acid test: the women there didn't freak out.

We went back out to the table where Jer and Burke were waiting for us. But instead of sitting down, Lurecia picked up her half-glass of wine, finished it off, and said to the guys, "Lets head out, fellas." I think she put a little too much emphasis on "head" but I'm not sure they noticed.

We all headed for the door, got into the elevator down to the lobby, and then back down to "P6" in the parking garage elevator. As we got out of the elevator, Lurecia said, "Let's use my car."

When we got there, Lurecia ushered the two guys around to the right side of the car, the side next to the wall, motioned me and Burke to the rear door, and positioned Jer near the front door. As she opened her door, she said to Jer, "You get in first...That's right, just have a seat." She looked at me and I followed suit, opening my door and letting Burke sit down ahead of me.

"O.K. Baby, lemme see whatch'ya got?" She reached out and grabbed Jer's belt buckle and began tugging it open. He had a not entirely surprised look on his face and went to work helping her undo his pants. Before I could count to five, his pants were down around his knees, his cock was sticking out of his boxers, and Lurecia was bending over to service his hardening member.

I looked at Burke who seemed to be taking all of this in stride for he had already gone to work on his trousers and had them down almost before I could say anything. He wasn't wearing boxers, however, he had on a thong...I mean an honest to goodness thong. (I thought those things were just novelties in men's sex magazines.) He gave me a nod. He wanted me to help him off with his thong! Woooah! I was in for it now!

He stood there more leaning against the car seat than sitting in it. I scooted the miniscule excuse for underwear off of waist and down his legs. His cock sprang into view, and I mean SPRANG. He was already semi-hard and getting harder. He didn't have an immense cock, pretty much average size- -not all that different than mine, except that it was black. He stroked it a little to get into position for me and said, "C'mon, Baby. Do me!"

Well, I couldn't back out now. I knelt down, placed his cock between my two hands, and began to stroke him up and down. I lowered my head until my mouth was just at the tip of his penis and licked it to get it moist. There wasn't any pre-cum there yet. (I remember thinking that I was glad Jessica and I had our little dildo sucking session as it helped prime me for this. And I was glad that Lurecia and I had our real fellatio "encounter". It didn't make cocksucking seem all that strange.)

Then I opened my mouth and forced my head forward gradually for affirmatively taking as much of his cock into my mouth that I could. I found that this was a lot because it wasn't long before I felt his pubic hair tickling my nose. His hips moved forward and I backed my head off and then swallowed him member again. By this time, I had moved my hands away from his shaft and was holding on to his thighs and rocked back and forth working his cock in and out of my mouth. The faster I went, the slicker prick got until there was almost no friction at all. I pressed forward again and managed to get the head of his cock all the way to the back of my throat. I held it there and began to move my tongue around his shaft and at the same constrict my throat like I was swallowing. This did it! He shot his load right down my throat! He spasmed three or four times but I held his cock in place and didn't let go until he stopped. I did't pull my head back until I felt his member starting to go soft. As a matter of fact, I didn't even taste his semen until I began to get the head of his cock out of my mouth. Then I could taste his salty, bitter, creamy jism. I must admit, though, that it tasted wonderful. Not exactly like Lurecia's but very good.

When I finally pulled off of him and looked up, I could see this huge smile on his face and a look of complete satisfaction. He pulled a handkerchief out of the breast pocket of his suit coat and went to wipe off his penis. I shook my head and began to lick it up and down making sure I had all of his come that I could get. After I finished that, he did dab up what was left, and then pulled up his thong, and his pants, and zipped/buckled up.

I looked over at Lurecia and could tell that she had finished off Jer at about the same time as I had Burke. Jer was starting to get his pants up by the time Burke had finished pulling his up. They could see each other through the door glass and- -honest to god- -they reached over the top of the door and "high-fived" each other. Tacky!!

I stood up and moved back against the wall to let Burke close the door so he could depart. Burke looked at Jer and almost in unison the both reached into their back pockets, produced their wallets, extracted some bills and tossed them onto the dashboard. Now they seemed smugly satisfied. That was very Tacky! I resisted the urge to flatten them. Lurecia looked at me and gave her head a slight but definite shake as if to say, "No you don't. Don't fuck this up!" Both of them walked away without looking back, doing a knuckle bump. Tacky again!

Lurecia was pulled out her purse freshened up her lipstick. I looked into the car and saw that each of them had left two $50's. Two hundred bucks? So much for the old $20 blow job. 

Lurecia smiled and said, "You know those guys WERE arrogant assholes but, what the hell! They left us some cash and I would have done it for nothing! Serves them right!"

"How'd I do?" I looked expectantly at Lurecia. 

She answered, "Pretty good from what I could tell, but I think the only one who could really tell you is Burke and it doesn't look like he's about to come back and tell you. But at least you know it was worth $100!"

We both laughed.

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To Be Continued...

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Lovin Mouthful Ch. 07



I DID see the humor in the whole thing.

Here I was all dressed up like a woman, having just sucked some guy's cock side by side with a transsexual Wo/Man who had done some cocksucking of her own, and laughing about the the amount of the "tip" the guys left. It was too surreal not to be funny.

"Here, Honey 'Girl', Let me fix your face." Lurecia reached into her purse and put some more lipstick on me. "Sucking a cock is a good way to dis-arrange your make up!"

"What do we do now?" I queried now that my mirth had subsided. 

"Just wait a few minutes, Sweetie." Lurecia said that knowingly and looked down the parking aisle toward the elevators. 

No sooner had she said that, the elevator doors opened and two figures exited the car and began to walk in our direction. Except for the fact that both of them were white, they were carbon copies of Jer and Burke, both dressed in nice suits with shiny shoes with leather heels that clacked on the cement floor as they approached us. When the got within a couple of parking spaces, the guy on the right spoke up:

"Hi, girls. It looks like you've been waiting for us!" He spoke in a jovial but affirmative tone. "As a matter of fact, my buddy here and I have kind of been waiting for you two as well, If you know what I mean."

I kept my mouth shut and let Lurecia play this one. It seemed to me that she clearly had the edge in dealing with just this situation. 

"Well, Honey Stud, I think I DO know what you mean." She turned on the charm and shimmied a little for emphasis. "Why don't you come over here and find out what you've been waiting for?"

The walked over to our side of the car. Once they were far enough back, Lurecia opened the right front door which, as it had before, shielded the view of anyone standing in front of the car. She ushered guy #2 back toward me and motioned for me to open the rear door once he had cleared it. 

There wasn't any more discussion. Guy #1 stood with his back to the front passenger seat, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his sizeable dick. Lurecia got down onto her knees and swiftly began to accost it with her mouth. Meanwhile, Guy #2 did the same for me and I followed suit. His cock wasn't quite as large as his friends but it wasn't puny either. Almost without giving it a thought, I knelt down and took his cock into my mouth. It felt like I was almost outside myself watching myself start to work over this guy's stiffening prick and part of me was astounded at how nonchalant I was in going down on this guy- -like I had been doing it all my life. I heard some vigorous slurping and sighing coming from Lurecia's vicinity and sensed that she was finishing Guy #1 off quickly. So, I stepped up my efforts with Guy #2. He was pretty horny for it didn't' take long to get him off. He shot his warm, salty load into my mouth and I quickly swallowed it and made sure there wasn't any excess dripping away. I even gave him the courtesy of shoving his softening prick back into his pants when I was finished. Without a word, he zipped up, reached into his front pocket, pulled out a money clip, and tossed two fifty dollar bills on the back seat and moved away around the open back car door. His friend, Guy#1 had also come and was putting himself back together. He did say something to Lurecia like, "That was sweet, baby!" and he peeled a hundred dollar bill off of his bankroll and actually handed it to Lurecia. She smiled at him and said, "Any time, Honey Stud!" Both of them walked away, clacking their way back to the elevators, joshing with each other about getting their rocks off.

I looked at Lurecia. "Is this how it is? You do this regularly? For money?" I was interested in her explanation would be.

"Oh, Honey, I don't to this ALL of the time, just every now and again when I get particularly hungry for cock." She was excited and her eyes were bright . "And, if you hadn't noticed, I don't ASK for any money. If they think they have to pay, well that's o.k. with me. If they think it is just a gratuity, that's o.k. with me too. Most of these guys are making big bucks and are used to use money to get favors, kind of like tipping the maiter'd to get a good table. As a matter of fact, one of the reasons I DON'T mention money is that I don't want to get nailed for prostitution. There isn't a vice cop in town that can make that stick when I don't solicit and don't ask for compensation. They might be able to get me for lewd acts in public but that is why I do my thing down here. I suppose technically it is in public but, tucked away down here, far from any random traffic, I might as well be in my own bedroom. And I have a deal with the security/parking attendant. You must have noticed that I slipped him some cash when we came in? Well, that was so I could get this very parking space, because it is out of the way not only of random passers by but pretty much concealed with the doors open from anyone who might just happen to look over here to see what is going on. On top of that, the security/parking guy makes sure the this parking space is in a blind spot for the security camera We sure don't want to wind up on video tape and have that aired somewhere. That's pretty much it."

"You really have it figured out." I sounded amazed because I was amazed. "Lurecia, you continue to amaze me."

We had three more sets of two guys and a couple of single guys that night. The routine was pretty much the same with all of them. Lurecia and I sucked off the duets together and we traded turns when the lone guys came around. Lurecia had planned wisely, too. She had a bottle of white wine in the car and a couple of plastic cups. This helped "refresh our palate" between "sessions" and it didn't get us too tipsy. 

There were only two times when I got a little worried. One was when one of the single guys wanted to fuck Lurecia instead of getting a blow job. She played off of that by saying, "I'm on my period, honey, and I DON"T to anal (she lied)" The other dicey moment came when the guy I was sucking off grabbed my head to force my mouth down harder on his cock. Getting his cock farther into my mouth wasn't the problem but the fact that he was disarranging my wig was. I didn't want to lose my wig and get busted for being a transvestite while sucking his cock. He might not have a sense of humor about that. So, without missing a beat, still sucking his dick, I reached up and pulled his hands down to my shoulders and held them there while I finished him off. That particular guy had a small penis, which I suppose explains why he wanted it farther into my mouth. In any event, it didn't take long to get him off and he left satisfied. 

Around midnight, we looked at each other and nodded a silent "that's enough for tonight". We got into our SUV and drove out of the garage, making sure of course to replace the orange cone in front of the parking space, and perhaps more importantly stop at the security/parking office to thank the attendant (and Lurecia slipped him an extra $50). 

On the way back to Lurecia's, she and I got a chance to talk some more.

"So, Honey Boy, did that get you off?" She laughed, "I know you got those guys off!"

"It was exciting. I didn't get off, really- -I mean come, you know." I was thinking out loud, "But it felt good in a different way. Once I got used to the fact that those guys were accepting me for a woman, then I felt a lot freer to suck their cocks and not worry about it. And I honestly enjoyed feeling the different sizes and shapes of dicks in my mouth, tasting the variety of semen, and having that feeling of power at being able to get those guys off. I didn't really care for some of the "macho" knuckle-bumping stuff but, what the hell, guys are like that. Hey! I'M like that! It is just that from a woman's perspective, it comes off different- -not as much fun. But I suppose when a guy is getting a blow job from an anonymous woman, he doesn't feel like he has to be romantic, huh?"

"That's it, for sure. No romance needed, no strings attached- -on either side." Lurecia was joyous. "I get to have sex, enjoy it, and not have to worry about pleasing those guys in any other way but getting them off. And they gratefully kick in some cash! It's a pretty good deal!"

It occurred to me that we had scooped up the loose bills when we got into the car to leave. "How much did they leave altogether?" I quizzed Lurecia.

"I don't exactly know." She answered. "Why don't you count it?"

I did just that. There were four one-hundred dollar bills, a dozen fifty-dollar bills, and a bunch of twenty-dollar bills. It all added up to $1,400!

"Lurecia? We got $1,400! Can you imagine?" I was ecstatic.

"$1,400? Hmmmm. A slow night for those cheap bastards!" She laughed.

"You do better sometimes?" I had to know

"Oh, yes. There have been nights where I've taken home $2,500 or $3,000." She was matter of fact, not bragging. "But those were when conventions were in town."

"Imagine that! $3,000 and you don't even ask for money!" I was impressed. "How much do you think you could make if you did ask for money?"

"Not anything close to that, Dearie." Lurecia was serious now. "When you ask for money and you don't ask enough, they think you're a cheap whore. If you ask too much, they think you're gouging them and will either resent paying it (even if they do enjoy the blow job) or they won't do it at all. But, when you voluntarily and enthusiastically give them a good time that they thoroughly enjoy, they will pay you what they think you're worth- -actually, they will pay you what they think THEY are worth. They're all egotistical bastards, every one of 'em. They think their getting a blow job and getting their rocks off is really special and should be really expensive. That's why they kick in the bucks, not so much because they think YOU'RE worth it but because they think THEY'RE worth it. Throwing around those bucks makes THEM feel good, I'm sure in some cases it makes them feel better than the blow job they just got. Human nature in that class of folks is funny."

That really gave me something to thing about. I had never looked it at that way before. 

Something else that occurred to me was that I thoroughly enjoyed being with Lurecia that evening. The fact that she was a transsexual man hardly entered my mind. She was just plain old fun to be with. On top of that, I did have fun getting out all dressed up as a woman. The sex was good too. I realized that I did enjoy sucking cock every bit as much as eating pussy or conventional fucking. My horizons had expanded that night.

We wheeled into Lurecia's garage, parked the SUV, and headed up the elevator to her apartment. When we opened the door and went in, we saw Laura and Jessica nestled together naked on the couch in the midst of a passionate kiss. We tried to be quiet but couldn't quite pull it off. 

"Hi, guys. I mean, Hi, GIRLS!" Jessica was tickled at her own sense of humor. "My, oh my, oh my. You two do look foxy!" 

I began to feel a little embarrassed not so much because Jessica saw me dressed up but because of Laura. I suppose that I shouldn't have been disconcerted. After all, I had shared some pretty intimate experiences with Laura and in her presence, including giving her husband a blow job. What was a little feminine apparel between intimate friends. 

"So, Lurecia finally got you out in drag, did she?" Jessica was teasing me. "She told me that she would try to do that. I guess it worked, Huh?"

"Yes, it did. It was quite an experience." I volunteered, not wanting to get into much more detail. "We had a good time and I think I cut quite a good figure as a woman out amongst them." 

"Oh? You two painted the town red, did you?" Jessica was probing now. 

"Yes, we did." I said laconically. Somehow I felt a little embarrassed to give her an unvarnished account of my evening out.

Laura piped up. "Lurecia? You and Marco didn't go out and do that blow job thing did you?"

Busted! 

"Why, of course WE DID!" Lurecia laughed out loud. "And we made a good time of it. There were enough stiff dicks to go around tonight, that's for sure."

I know I blushed. As if standing there in drag in front of my girlfriend and her best friend wasn't enough, Lurecia was outing me as being a transvestite cocksucker. But realistically, in any other setting, I might have been justified at being embarrassed. But, as I said before, I was in the presence of two people- -Laura and Lurecia- -who had something other than a conventional relationship and for whom sexual openness and adventure was second nature, and with my girlfriend with whom I had shared all sorts of kinky things not the least of which were our dress-up, dildo sucking/fucking escapades, and four-way sex with the other present attendees, two of whom were in a naked embrace with each other. How could any revelation I could make about having oral sex with other men shock her? 

"Did you enjoy that?" Jessica asked with sincere concern.

"Yes, dear, I did. It was definitely an 'adventure' and certainly out of the ordinary." Then I added, "It sure broadened my horizons, just like we talked about."

"I'm glad of that, Sweetie." She gave me a loving smile. "You know, I have no problem with your experimenting. Do you know why? (That was a rhetorical question.) Because I love you and I know you love me. Sex is Sex but Love is Love. We have both!"

I felt that I had never loved anyone so much as I did Jessica at that moment.

Lurecia looked over at me and said, "Marcia, I mean Marco? Did you not tell me that, even though you enjoyed this evening immensely, you didn't get yourself off? Is that what I heard?"

I nodded in agreement.

"Well, young man, you just come here with me. We'll leave the girls to their own devices."

Lurecia took me by the hand and led me toward that large bedroom, leaving the two girls behind us already re-engaging in their kissing and petting. Periods or not, I somehow knew that Jessica and Laura would find a way to get each other off.

When we got into the bedroom with that mammoth bed in it, Lurecia got behind me and unzipped my dress (that seems strange to say) and lifted it over my head, unsnapped by bra (also strange), and rolled by pantyhose down over my hips and legs (strange too). She was on her knees when she got to my feet. She tapped the inside of of my left ankle and I lifted my foot. She slipped off my shoe and the toe of my panty hose; she repeated the process with my right foot. In no time, I was standing there naked with my only adornment being my wig. I almost felt like I had to cover my cock and balls with my hands ala' a modest girl but I didn't.

As she stood up, her hands caressed the back of my legs all the way up to my butt. When she was standing, she wrapped her arms around my waist and whispered into my right ear, "Just stand there a minute, Honey Boy. Don't move!" 

I heard some rustling behind me and visualized Lurecia slipping out of her dress, kicking her shoes into the closet, sliding her her thong down over her legs.....Then I sensed her behind me. I felt her body press against my back, the points of her boobs indenting themselves between my shoulder blades, and her tummy and hips molding themselves to me. I also couldn't help but feel the extra prodding of her cock against my butt. That gave me a bit of a thrill.

I began to smell a slight floral fragrance and then felt her hands begin to massage my shoulders as she began to apply lotion to my skin. It was cold when it first went on but, as Lurecia rubbed in around, it became warm and soothing. She worked the lotion in on my shoulders, down my back, and all the way down to my buttocks. She reached around my waist and smoothed some of it onto my stomach and up toward my chest. Her hands lingered as she rubbed it onto my nipples and- -naughty girl- -she tweaked them for good measure. Another thrill.

She knelt down behind me and worked the lotion onto my legs starting at the base of my butt and all the way, front and back, down to me feet. Her hands retraced their path upward and, using more lotion, brought them around my waist again and onto my cock. She applied an extra amount there and gave special care to working it into my penis, scrotum, and adjacent thigh area. My cock started to get hard.

Her hands came back around to my backside. She took a palm full of the slippery stuff and began to massage in onto my butt and down into the crack between my cheeks, probing ever deeper between them until her fingers were all the way down to my asshole. One more thrill.

She spread my cheeks farther apart and pressed her slick finger against my asshole and kept applying pressure until it slipped into my ass, not very far, maybe up to her first knuckle, but far enough to send a shiver up my spine. She pulled her finger out slowly, put more lotion on it, and re-inserted it in my anus. It slipped in a little more easily and farther than before. I could feel her whole finger begin to probe and massage the inside of my rectum, slowly in, slowly out, slowly around. A bigger thrill now.

She extracted her finger again, got more lotion on it, leaned me forward a little, and proceeded to work two fingers into my ass. My sphincter was relaxed from her prior ministrations but I had to consciously relax it some more to allow both of her fingers into my ass. She thrust forward with both of them, gently but affirmatively, and then moved them back and forth slowly finger fucking my ass. She wiggled them a little when they were deep enough to massage my prostate. That sent a big thrill up inside of me. 

My cock was getting hard now. But she withdrew her fingers, wiped them on a towel that she had handy, and- -I could tell from the sound behind me- -slipped a condom onto her dick which I could easily imagine was hard now, probably as hard as mine.

She stood up behind me, placed her hands on my shoulders, and pressed until I began to lean forward. She kept the pressure on until I was bent over with my hands on the edge of the bed to support myself. Her hands came around to my butt again and spread my cheeks. I knew what was coming. I felt her condom clad stiff cock press itself against my now relaxed asshole and enter my anus by degrees until her entire penis was deep inside me. I felt my sphincter tighten as it clasped her shaft and held it still. But there was an abundance of lotion already inside my rectum and that allowed her to begin to pump her cock back and forth inside my ass. It went in very deep, so deep that it struck my prostate, and then out again until it almost exited, but not quite. She repeated this more times that I could count. In and out, in and out, in and out, slowly at first but each time a little faster and with more force until I could feel her balls flap against the back of my scrotum. Inside, my rectum was getting a working over. I felt like I had to evacuate my bowels. Fortunately, I hadn't had anything of consequence to eat that day- -except those loads of sperm- -so I knew that wasn't going to happen. What I had was an feeling of indescribable pressure and tension inside me. In addition, the tip of her cock kept rubbing my prostate sending even more thrills into my now rock hard dick. She pulled out slowly but completely this time. I felt relief as her cock exited my ass and my sphincter closed itself tight again. 

Lurecia then turned me around, put her hands down on the tops of my shoulders, and forced me down to my knees. She wasn't any too gentle because it was a move prompted by urgency. I saw her snap the condom off of her cock which had grown huge and angry looking. She aimed it at my face and began stroking it vigorously with her right hand.

She came in an instant. Her warm semen shot onto my face and lips. She had a huge load, probably generated from holding it back all evening while she was getting turned on by giving out blow jobs. It covered my face and began to run down my cheeks onto my neck and throat. 




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After her cock stopped spasming, she leaned down and began to lick her cum off of me. I competed with her using my tongue to lick as much as I could into my mouth. She licked her way across my cheeks and down to my throat capturing her runaway sperm on her tongue and pulling it into her mouth. Then she moved her lips back to mine and shared part of it with me before she swallowed the rest. She licked her lips as I did mine. 

"OOOH, Honey Boy, That was goooood, Sooooo Gooood," Her face was alight as she cooed those words. "Now....YOU!"

She raised me up, guided me backward, and sat me down on the edge of the bed. Then she got down on her knees, spread my legs apart, and went down on my cock. I could feel the head of my prick go all the way to the back of her throat. She held it there and I could feel her throat muscles constrict and her tongue thrust. It was if, in fact, that she was really trying to swallow my cock whole. Meantime, I felt pressure on my asshole. She had moved her hand under my balls and was probing my ass again with her index and middle fingers. She slipped them all the way up to her knuckles and firmly began to massage my prostate from the inside all the while continuing to swallow my cock.

I shot my load all the way down her throat. It was abrupt and violent and almost painful because of the extra pressure she was putting on my prostate. I threw my head back and yelped with delight. She held her head in place until my cock stopped its spasms then pulled herself off of me.

She looked up, eyes aglow, and said, "Honey, Boy, THAT was better than any of those guys I had tonight. You sure do know how to come to make a girl happy!"

"My dear, Lurecia." I said with mock politeness, "I doubt that I would have had that much cum to give had it not been for your help tonight."

"Well," she added, "That makes it a good night for everyone!"

I heard a voice come from the other room. It was Jessica.

"What's all that racket going on in there?" She shouted out in her schoolteacher voice. "I hope you two are playing nicely. No hitting! No pinching! Don't make me have to come in there!"

Lurecia and I laughed out loud. Jessica didn't have to come in here. We'd already done enough "coming" on our own!

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To be continued

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Lovin Mouthful Ch. 08



But Lurecia and I did go out THERE!

Our intention was to get something to drink. All of that activity made us thirsty. Besides, we had to wash down the cum. But when we entered the living room, both of us had to pause just to take in the delightful scene that presented itself to us.

Jessica and Laura were on the couch in a classic "69" position, Laura on the top and Jessica on the bottom. Jessica's legs were up in the air and bent as Laura embraced Jessica's butt. Laura's soft, white boobs were pressed against Jessica's taut, tanned tummy while her head was bobbing between Jessica's legs furiously licking away at Jessica's pussy. For her part, Jessica had her hands on Laura's butt and was pulling Laura's pussy down onto her face. It looked like Jessica was doing more sucking that licking. Laura's legs and butt were tensing, quivering, and relaxing in time with the pressure of Jessica's hands on her fanny. There were moans of pleasure coming from both of them. 

I got the feeling that, if it were possible, the two girls would love to climb inside of each other. In my mind's eye, I saw the two heads respectively disappear into the corresponding pussies and continue until there was nothing but two pairs of legs remaining on the couch. That was surreal! I thought I must be too fatigued from the evening's exertions with Lurecia. 

Jessica and Laura went on and on and on. Lurecia stood there and stroked her cock in time with the girls actions. As sexy as the scene was, my thirst won out over my prurient interest. I went into the kitchen, got a glass of water, and came back into the living room to drink it while I watched the finale. As tired as I was, though, I couldn't resist jacking my cock as I watched, just like Lurecia .

The girls were practically falling off of the couch with their efforts. They held each other tighter and were more frenzied in their oral ministrations to each other. Their moans turned louder and more forceful. I could see both of the girls' tummies strain as their orgasms peaked and this added impetus to the sounds that were coming from the girls' throats.

They finally let loose of each other and totally relaxed. Now Laura did slowly tumble off of the couch and wound up sitting on the floor with her head at Jessica's feet. Jessica lay on the couch with her arms and legs spread wide in relaxation. 

Lurecia looked at me with a wide-eyed look of lust. Her cock was hard now just as mine was. "Why not?" I thought. 

Lurecia climbed up on the couch between Jessica's legs, aimed her dick at Jessica's pussy, and thrust herself inside. Jessica was too drained to resist but it wasn't long before her body responded to Lurecia's fucking. Jessica raiser her legs, grabbed Lurecia's butt, and pulled Lurecia's cock further into her pussy. The humping began in earnest. 

I walked over to Laura where she sat leaning against the couch seeming oblivious to the fucking that was going on just above her head. Her eyes were glassy; she was still coming down from her orgasm. I moved the coffee table away and tipped Laura over so that she was lying on her back on the plush rug between the coffee table and the couch. I parted her legs and proceeded to slide my cock into her pussy. As lubricated as it was from her orgasm and Jessica's licking, my prick slipped easily inside. Laura's pussy was warm, and while not exactly snug, wrapped itself nicely around my organ. As I began to fuck away, Laura's vagina responded; it tightened and relaxed against my prick. That added a pleasant sensation. 

Lurecia was in the throes of her orgasm with Jessica. Lurecia had pulled her cock out of Jessica and was jacking off so that he came all over Jessica's stomach and chest. I could see this from my vantage point. I was surprised that Lurecia still had so much cum left in her. She spurted several times before she stopped. And then, fastidious person that she was, she leaned over and licked her cum off of Jessica's stomach and boobs while Jessica held the back of Lurecia's head. There were a couple of quick kisses to Jessica's nipples as Lurecia finished up. Then she got off the couch and left for the bedroom as if in a trance.

I thought that was a pretty classy act, so I duplicated it with Laura. My cum wasn't quite so copious (I was surprised I had any at all) but enough to create some nice "pearls" between Laura's boobs. As she looked at me smiling, I leaned over and licked my cum off of her chest. As with Lurecia, the nipple kissing was the final touch. Laura's usually smooth nipples were already erect but became harder as I kissed them. She pulled me up to her and gave me a long, lingering kiss on the lips, probing my mouth with her tongue. I guess she felt a little cheated that she hadn't gotten the first chance of disposing of my cum. Laura licked her lips and smiled. She wiggled out from underneath me and went off to bed without saying a word. She seemed just as entranced as Lurecia.

I sat down on the couch by Jessica who was still lying on her back. I held one of her hands with both of mine and leaned over to give her a kiss on the lips. Her eyes were closed and she uttered a soft moan. 

"Time to sleep." She murmured as she patted the couch next to her. "C'mere with me."

I grabbed the throw blanket that was over the back of the couch, spread it out, and pulled it over us as I lay myself down next to her. We snuggled into each other's arms and I began to drift off.

But before I went to sleep, I just had to say to her, "Well, I guess you two were having so much fun, WE had too come out HERE! I'm glad I did"

Jessica said, "Mmmmmm....." She was asleep.

A few seconds later, so was I.

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In the morning we all had breakfast together. We didn't bother to put clothes on; we just sat around naked and enjoyed omelettes, muffins, and coffee. In this setting, I simply marveled out beautifully sexy all of three of them looked. Lurecia, chocolate brown with her rounded breasts and her swinging dick; Laura with her soft, rounded body and those creamy breasts; and lithe, dark skinned Jessica with every part of her body being delicious. There was laughter, and good cheer during the meal and not just a little bit of by play amongst the three of us- -nibbling kisses, easy caresses, and quick hugs. 

Lurecia and I recounted with more detail our escapades. She was more animated and more expansive than I was. I more or less blushed while she waxed eloquent. About all I count contribute was my fear that my wig would fall off which made me work quickly to get the guy's rocks off. Jessica and Laura were rolling with laughter. It occurred to me, though, that I was more comfortable than not talking about it with Laura and Jessica. I'm sure they had stories to tell, too.

On the way home, Jessica and I talked in the car.

"Are you sure it's all right with you what I did last night?" I was looking for approval and reassurance. "I mean is that it was really o.k.? Do you think I am weird?"

Jessica was in her calm, school-teacher mode. "Number one, it is absolutely o.k. with me. Marco, I think you should do what feels good and is exciting for you. That's what I've been trying to introduce into our lives and now it is happening. Two, do I think you're weird? Not at all. If you find that you like sucking cock, swallowing cum, and getting ass-fucked for that matter, I am for it. Lord knows, I enjoy kinky things myself, as you've probably observed. What the hell! We've done some of them together! Just know that I love you. Oh, and about the ass-fucking? Make sure he's wearing a condom. I know you don't and I don't want anything unhealthy to happen. I know Lurecia's o.k. so that's not a problem. But if you're out amongst 'em, take precautions. O.K.?"

When we got home, Jessica and I jumped into the shower and lathered each other up. I enjoyed soaping all the little crannies of her body- -between and underneath her breasts, he armpits, the crack of her ass, and of course her pussy. She seemed to enjoy that too. When it was Jessica's turn, she reciprocated from my neck down to my feet, pausing to make sure my cock was well scrubbed. But as she worked her up the back of my legs to my butt, she paused at the crack in my ass and gave it an extra amount of attention making sure my asshole was well soaped. Then she inserted her finger and probed around until she found my prostate and massaged that. My cock responded by getting hard and standing at attention. Jessica reached around with her free hand and jacked me off while she continued sliding her finger in and out of my ass. I leaned against the wall of the shower and let the water run over my head while she was giving me this treatment. It wasn't but a moment when I shot my load. My cum spurted out onto the shower wall where it got washed away by the water. My orgasm felt so good that I didn't even think that I was missing out on capturing my own cum to eat. From the sounds Jessica was making, she was enjoying getting me off almost as much as I was enjoying getting off. That's the basis for a good relationship right there!

"Marco, you like that don't you?" Jessica whispered in my ear so I could hear over the noise of the running water. "I love doing that to you. I truly do. We fit together, you and I. We have so much fun together and we love each other. I don't want it to ever stop. And trust me, my love, it will get better and better."

We got out of the shower, dried off, climbed into bed naked and took a nice Sunday nap.

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The following Friday after work, I got a call on my cel-phone directly from Lurecia. "You've GOT to come over HERE right NOW! We have some fun to get into!' Lurecia was nothing if not enthusiastic and it showed in her voice.

"O.K. I'm on my way but I need to call Jessica to let her know where I'll be. Do I need to bring anything?" I was a little concerned that Lurecia was beginning to rely on me a little too much to abet her fun but- -what the hell- -it was fun for me too.

I called Jessica and told her what was going on and that I probably wouldn't be home until late. She o.k.'d that and said that in fact she, Laura, and another friend were going to go over to "Chat Rose" for some drinks. She might be late too- -I think I knew what that meant.

I went straight over to Lurecia's place. When got inside the door, she ushered me right into the bedroom, disrobed me quicker that I could have myself, and pushed me toward the shower. "Get in there and start cleaning up. I'll be right in." I obeyed and got the water running and soaped myself up. Seconds later, naked Lurecia opened the shower door and stepped inside. She helped scrub my back, under my arms, and between my legs- -all the way up to my asshole. She turned the water off, grabbed some shaving gel, and lathered up my face. With some very expert moves, as before, she used a straight razor to take the day's stubble off my face; she did the same for my armpits; and then took care off my pubic hair, being very delicate around my scrotum and the area just behind it. When she had finished, she stepped back, gave a look as if to say, "I do good work!", and reached outside the shower for a towel.

Again, as before, she sat me down at the make-up table and did my face. I was beginning to think that I could manage it myself but Lurecia seemed to enjoy doing it so I let her. It seemed to me that she was a little heavier with the foundation, used a bit more mascara that before, and a redder shade of lipstick. But, who was I to say?

She dressed me up in some "control-top" pantyhose, some loose fitting brown women's slacks, and a very nice cream colored silk blouse. I slipped on some brown casual flats as she put the wig on my head. "We're going to use more bobby pins on you this time, dearie. We don't want to have another 'wig slip' like we almost had the last time." She added a "Chat Rose" pin to the blouse and a pair of gold clip-on earrings. Voila! I was Marcia again!

As Lurecia dressed up in an outfit compatible with mine, but black, I asked her what we were up to.

"Honey Boy!.....I mean, Honey Girl!.....We're going to a party!" She sounded enthused beyond her normal bounds. I began to wonder.....

Lurecia drove us in her SUV. It took about half an hour to get to our destination. It didn't look much like "Party Central" to me. It wasn't a club. It wasn't even a house. It was in a semi-commercial/industrial area and it looked like an office building attached to a warehouse. "Private Party?" I thought to myself.

We went in through the glass, double front doors and up to a receptionist desk. Yes! A receptionist desk! There was a girl there, in her 20's, not particularly good looking- -a little chubby and dumpy- -who asked, "Yes? Who might you be?" Lurecia gave her our first names and waited for the girl to check her computer list. "Oh, yes.'Lurecia' and 'Marcia'." She reached into her desk drawer and produced two plastic poker chips each with a number on it. Lurecia's was #3 and mine was #2. When Lurecia saw this she spoke up to the receptionist, "Could you give my friend a #3? We're together, you know. We're both #3's" The receptionist took back my #3 and gave me a #4. You can go in. She hit a button by her desk and "buzzed" us into the next room. It occurred to me that Lurecia had been here before. 

It was a large room, like a triple sized conference room with a bar at the far end. It was populated mostly by men but there were a few women there too. Everyone had a drink in his/her hand and there was a low buzz of conversation going on over the piped in 'easy listening' music. Lurecia worked our way to the bar. I ordered a soft drink and Lurecia some white wine. As we walked away from the bar, I could see that there were three doors on either side of the room numbered 1 through 6. I guessed the poker chip had something to do with it.

After a few minutes, the dumpy receptionist buzzed herself in to the room carrying some plastic bags, and announced. "Ladies and gentlemen. For your security, I am asking you to place your valuables in these plastic bags. Use the marking pen inside to put your initials on the bag. I will seal them up and keep them in the safe until after the evening's festivities. You can be sure that your possessions will be secure with me."

Nobody seemed to object. They must have been here before. The men put their wallets, change, and keys into the bags and the women their purses, except for holding out some lipstick, and things like that. Lurecia and I did the same thing. Ms. Chubby Receptionist came around with a couple of 'bankers boxes' and had the clientele put their bagged effects into them. She left the room and I could hear the lock on the door click as it closed.

The bartender then spoke up, "Ladies and gentlemen, go to the door that corresponds to the number on your poker chip. They will be opened for you in a moment."

Altogether there were sixty to seventy people in the room. I noticed that only three of the doors opened. That meant that there were going to be something like fifteen people per room, a nice cozy party I thought. 

When we went into Room #4, the first thing I noticed it was a long room, probably sixty feet long, by about 25 feet across. There were two partitions separating the right side of the room in to three equally spaced cubicles. On the left wall were benches all the way down to the end of the room. Above the benches were inset cubby holes- -five to a bench- -and above the cubby holes were pegs to hang clothes on. It looked very much like a locker room. At the far end of the room, I could see a self serve bar and a door marked "Men/Women". It had its own bathroom.

There were about twenty people in the room and the ratio of men to women was about four men to each woman. The men immediately sat down on the benches, began to take their clothes off and hang them on pegs, and once they were naked move toward one of partitioned areas. I particularly watched the women as they took off their clothes. One of them a bench or two away, pulled her dress off over her head and unsnapped her bra. She had flat breasts- -well, she had no breasts at all! "She" was like me: a man dressed up as a woman. "She" kept her panties on and walked over to the middle cubicle where four guys had already stationed themselves. I looked at the other person I identified as a woman and saw that "she" wasn't a "she" either- -I could see her cock bulging underneath her panties. "She" kept her bra and panties on and went into the far cubicle.

Lurecia looked at me and said, "Take off as much as you feel comfortable with." She stripped all the way down to her panties. "When you're finished, come over with me to cubicle #1" 

I took off my slacks, blouse, and shoes but left on my bra and panty hose. "Not much of a deception." I thought as I saw my cock clearly defined underneath my sheer pantyhose. Nevertheless, when I was to that state of nakedness, I went over to cubicle #3. 

As I looked in, I saw six guys in there all stark naked. They were all stroking their cocks. They all looked like middle-aged men- -well, in their 40's at least. Two of them were pretty beefy with protuberant bellies- -beer drinkers; three of them were about average; and one of them looked pretty skinny, almost undernourished- -but he had a huge cock that was getting bigger the more he stroked it. 

Lurecia went right down onto her knees in one corner and was quickly surrounded by the two average guys and one pot-belly. She went right to work sucking on one cock stroking the other two, one with each hand. 

"Well, sweetheart?" Said the other beefy guy. "What are you waiting for?"

I followed Lurecia's lead and got down on my knees. Fat guy #2 immediately positioned himself in front of my face and pulled his dick straight toward my mouth. I took my hand and replaced his grip around his shaft with mine and continued pulling on it, not missing a stroke. His cock was smallish and hard to get to, seeing as how it was underneath the shelf of his stomach. But I persevered and finally got my mouth around it and sucked away for all I was worth. I could see out of the corner of my eye that the other two guys were just standing there observing, all the while stroking their cocks. Fatso must have been pretty horny because he shot his load pretty quick. I wasn't exactly ready for it and I pulled back as he began to ejaculated so that his cock came out of my mouth. He came allover my face. He had a large load for such a small cock and it ran off of my forehead, down the side of my nose, and down my cheeks dripping onto my chest. I continued to stroke his cock until he stopped shooting. 

I turned to my right and went to work on my average-size-guy's cock. It wasn't much larger than fat-guy's cock but it seemed larger because it was easier to get to. He was actually able to stroke his own cock while I sucked him off. When he came, he voluntarily pulled his cock out of my mouth and came all over my face. I even felt some of his sperm shoot into my right ear. His semen mixed with fat-guys as it rolled off my face. I licked my lips and got a taste. It was bitter and salty- -not exactly a treat.

Now I was left with skinny guy but his cock was huge. It was bigger than I had ever had, even bigger than Jessica's dildo, which was pretty good size. The two guys that had just come stood there and watched trying- -unsuccessfully- -to jack their cocks back into hardness. But my concentration was on skinny-guy. This was going to be a challenge. I got as much of his cock in my mouth as I could and sucked away while I massaged his balls. I strained forward forcing his hard prick down my throat but I still couldn't fit it all in. I began to gag and I felt my saliva begin to run out of my mouth and onto my chin but I stuck with it. I sucked away harder, faster, and as deep as I could. When he finally came, he too pulled his dick out and shot his load all over me. By this time, the jizz of fat-guy and average-guy and run down onto my chest and was soaking into my bra. Skinny-guy's semen shot onto my face, onto my shoulders, and onto my chest mixing itself with the cum from the first two. After skinny-guy pulled his cock away, I couldn't help buy reach out, take a little of his cum off the end of his dick with my finger, and sample it with my tongue. His cum was tasty. 




Lovin Mouthful Ch. 08



Now that I had gotten all three of them off, I wondered what was next. I looked over and saw that Lurecia had just finished with the second of her men and was starting to work on #3. My three guys all left the cubicle and I was left kneeling there with cooling sperm all over my body. 

I didn't have to wait long. 

Our cubicle was closes to the door and,while I was servicing my trio, the door had opened and several more men had entered. The went over the benches, stripped down, and were waiting in line for us to finish. Three of them stepped up to me with cocks already erect. I took each one of them in turn. I even copied Lurecia's technique of stroking one cock with each hand while sucking off the cock in front of me. The cock I was sucking came abruptly. He too pulled back and squirted his come on my face. I turned to suck the cock to my right but my stroking had gotten him to the brink of orgasm and, no sooner than I looked at his cock, he came jacking his semen all over me. So, I turned to my left and took that cock into my mouth. I hadn't noticed before, but this cock belonged to a black man. It was good sized, not as large as skinny-guy, but stout. It took me a little longer to get him off. He helped himself out by thrusting his hips so that he was essentially mouth-fucking me. He actually came in my mouth. I'm glad he did. His semen tasted good- -honey like- -and it would have been a pity to have missed tasting it.

There were three more guys behind them and three more behind those three. Cum was flying around that cubicle like raindrops. By this time, my bra was so sodden with it that I had to take it off. What difference did it make? These guys knew I was a guy anyway. 

Lurecia had her.....er....hands full too. I could hear her giggle as each new wave of cocks showed up. I could see her dark skin glistening with cum. She was enjoying this- -and so was I. 

I was a non-plussed when all of a sudden there were four men huddled around me. I mean, I've only got two hands and one mouth. One of the men, another pot-belly, said, "Bend over." I got the idea but I looked at him inquiringly. He got the idea, produced a condom and slipped it over his dick. The three guys in front of me went down to their knees as I bent over. I continued sucking them off, going from one cock to the other, while Mr. Pot-Belly #2 went around behind me, tore open the seat of my panty hose, lubricated my ass with some spit, and slid his cock into me. Fortunately, it wasn't a very big cock- -what's with these fat guys and small cocks? He rocked back and forth fucking my ass and grabbed my hips to increase his leverage. I got the guy in front of me to come, and was working on the guy to my right when Mr. Pot-Belly #2 came. He had taken his cock out of my ass, peeled off his condom, and shot his load all over my back. I could feel the warm cum on my back just as the right-side cock in my mouth came. I managed to swallow all of his semen and went directly to the cock on my left. I had no sooner gotten his cock in my mouth when I felt another one at my ass. I could tell it was "condomed" so I didn't object. It plunged into me suddenly and forcefully. This was a large cock, probably about the size of Jessica's dildo. It felt different, though; it was warmer, more flexible, and smoother on the inside of my ass. I could feel it against my prostate and that gave me a hard-on as I got pumped. I could feel the warmth of his semen in side the condom as he came in my ass. That added more stimulation and sperm came shooting out of my cock too. Amazing! I hadn't even jacked myself off. A cock in my ass made me come. That was a first. 

When I finished sucking off the last cock in front of me- -he came straight up in the air and his cum ran down over his own cock- -I sat up on my haunches and looked around. There were no more guys waiting. I looked over at Lurecia. She was wiping her lips having just finished off her last guy. 

There we were on our knees in a cubicle in some warehouse each covered with the cum of a dozen guys. What a crack-up! She laughed out loud and so did I. What a night!

We got up, walked over to our bench and picked up some moist towels that had been placed there. We used them to wipe ourselves off and used the other towels to dry ourselves off. I took off my panty hose, picked up my bra, and went back to the bathroom. I threw my torn pantyhose in the trash and rinsed my bra out in the sink. It took several rinses for all of the cum to wash out before I used the electric hand dryer to dry it out. It was pretty much dry when I put it on again. Don't ask me why. I just felt that I wasn't properly dressed without my bra. 

People were filtering out of the building and there weren't any more coming in. It looked like our night was finished there. We got dressed, went out to the receptionist's desk, collected our belongings, and started to leave. Just before we got to the door, Lurecia walked back to Ms. Chubby-Receptionist, gave her a card, and said a few words to her.

When we got into the car, I said to Lurecia, "What did you give to Ms. Receptionist? What did you say to her?"

"Oh, that? Well, you know, I don't think she's as homely as she dresses down to be. With a little work, I think she could be pretty good looking." Lurecia was thoughtful. "So, I gave her a card to 'Chat Rose' with my cel-number on it and told her give me a call so we could meet there some time." 

Seeing Lurecia's mind at work was an awsome experience.

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