12 comments/ 175971 views/ 22 favorites A Most Indecent Proposal By: Bazzza Shane and Marisa Sherman seemed a normal couple when I first met them through my baby sitting duties. I was asked to baby sit their five year old daughter Molly on a regular basis. She was a delightful young child whom I quickly developed a real bond to, and she to me. I quite liked Shane and Marisa too; they seemed real nice people who made me feel very welcome in their home. I guess I was in a little awe of Marisa, for she was a sophisticated and pretty lady, tall, blonde and always looked a million dollars in stylish clothes and superbly applied make up. She was both confident and funny, and had a knack of putting me most at ease whenever we were together. Her husband and Molly's father Shane was an okay guy, kind of good looking I suppose, but girls my age just don't find men in their forties particularly desirable. I like my men young, lean and good looking with a touch of innocence about them. My name is Tessa Banks, but friends just call me Tess. At the time all this happened I was a sprightly twenty two year old student studying early childhood education. My baby sitting jobs gave me a little play money and quality time with children whom I simply adore. They however curtailed some of my Friday and Saturday night social activities which are a bit of a downer, especially if I had a boyfriend at the time. If I had to describe myself, I guess the word average would be appropriate. I've got brunette hair bordering on ginger in certain light, I'm average in height and weight with ample breasts and a nice round butt. I like to wear tight tee shirts and jeans, and hate feminine clothes like fancy dresses with a vengeance, much to my parent's discontent. I'm told I'm pretty; people seem to comment favourably on my big blue eyes and my cute upturned nose. My sexual experiences started like most other girls, holding hands and sneaking kisses with your first love is something never to be forgotten. This of course led to park up in cars where wandering hands led to the lifting of tops and the partial sliding down of jeans and panties allowed further exploration. As I got braver and more interested, the further I went until the inevitable loss of my virginity. Thankfully it was with a boy I really loved and there were no regrets. It was all pretty well planned and I was on the pill on that unforgettable night. You've probably heard the same first time stories I have, painful screaming and lots of blood. It wasn't like that for me; I was so excited and aroused that his cock slipped inside me with ease. I'll not forget the memory of the pleasure of making love for the first time, the warmth of a nice hard cock inside me and all the excited kisses that we shared. I especially liked it when he ejaculated deep inside me, his warm cum completely flooding me and changing the sensation of his cock sliding back and forth. Looking back, we may have been a little inept, but it was still good fun. That relationship lasted a few months during which time I'd got to like sex more than a lot. My next boyfriend was a little older and a lot more experienced; he taught me a whole lot more; especially oral. He had access to a bed which was a lot better than the back seat of a car. It didn't take me long to appreciate a good licking which I got a lot of, in return I became quite good at delivering blow jobs. I learned to tease with my tongue and bring him close to orgasm a few times before withdrawing my services. Depending on my mood at the time, I might let him cum in my mouth, but most times though I would suck him to the brink and let him cum on my face to avoid the unpleasant bitter taste that we girls feel obliged to complain about. By the time that this relationship dissolved, I'd become quite an accomplished lover, and after that boyfriends came and went. My rule was that I'd never drop my panties on the first two or three dates, but if I really liked them, I certainly kept them interested until I was ready to spread my legs. One of the things I really like about sex is watching a cock grow nice and hard. I enjoy initiating sex, and getting in early is important. I like the power of being able to control a mans arousal, to me the thought that my presence alone can make a cock stand up nice and proud is something special. I can't imagine growing old and wrinkly and not having that magical power over men and their cocks. There's this one special game I love to play, starting with making my lover at the time take his pants off while I'm still fully dressed. Ensuring he's not already hard, I start doing a seductive striptease. He's of course not allowed to touch his cock as I love to watch it grow all by itself. Of course some guys are spoilsports and just can't manage it, and are hard before they get their shoes off. They are made to wait, and sometimes running their cocks under a cold tap to make them soft again is required. So, at the age of twenty two, I thought I had the sex thing all sorted out. I loved sex, and knew exactly what I wanted and needed. While I'd heard stories and watched the odd adult movie with group sex activities, it was mostly fantasy and for other people, not for someone like myself. Or so I thought. Getting back to Shane and Marisa, they lived in a huge rambling house fifteen minutes out of town from where I still lived with my parents. The road between was winding and treacherous, especially at night where there seemed to be more than a fair share of drunken drivers. Marisa was concerned about me driving home after baby sitting and suggested that I should stay the night. I declined the first few times, but I nearly had a head on collision driving home one night which made me reconsider the offer. When Marisa found out about my near miss, she gave me two options, either stay the night or no more sits. Neither Shane nor Marisa wanted anything to happen to me, which was really good to know. The next time I sat for them, Marisa showed me a spare guest room at the other end of the house. It was big and palatial with its own bathroom; and it was to be mine anytime I sat Molly. Shane was some business bigwig, and his presence was sought after at social activities which steadily increased the times my baby sitting services were requested. Due to the fact that I was willing to come all that way and stay the night, I was paid well over the odds for my sits, the extra money most welcome. As time went on, I became more comfortable and began leaving my door unlocked so that Molly could climb into bed with me in the mornings as she liked to do. I can tell you those morning cuddles sure brought out my maternal instincts. My relationship with Marisa developed and we soon became quite good friends. We spoke of the men in our lives, and I got to know more about Shane than he might have liked. Marisa asked about my love life, and I would tell of my boyfriend of the time. Initially our conversations were without detail, but as time went on they certainly got more explicit. It wasn't like we were trying to be smutty or anything; it just sort of flowed with the humour. I learnt that Shane was quite well endowed, that Marisa had a collection of sex toys, managed multiple orgasms, her favourite position was doggie on the couch, and that she had a Brazilian down below. I would later find out Marisa had quite a few other little secrets. While happily married to Shane, she confessed to a little jealousy of my single life and being able to change lovers at whim. As for my own confessions, well, Marisa giggled when she found out about my little fetish watching cocks grow hard. Marisa and I got closer as time went on, and Shane was always nice to me. Sure, he used to tease me about innocent things, but there were never any of those lusty, lingering stares or sexual innuendos that older men seemed to dish out. I liked him and felt perfectly comfortable whenever in his presence. At the back of the house was a large swimming pool, and Molly and I would often frolic in there. Even when in a swim suite, Shane behaved like a perfect gentleman which put me even more at ease. So what was about to transpire was a little unexpected to say the least. It all happened on a Saturday night. I arrived at around seven in the evening to find Molly totally zonked out after a friend's birthday party. We had a cuddle and a story through which she fell asleep. I then went downstairs and settled in to watch music videos on their fifty inch plasma until Shane and Marisa arrived home just after midnight. It didn't take long to realise that Marisa had consumed a substantial amount of alcohol and was more than a little happy. In turn, Shane was completely sober from having to drive to and from the function they had attended. Marisa kicked off her shoes and disappeared into the kitchen returning with a beer for Shane, and two premixed Pina Colada's cans for her and me. Marisa had introduced me to Pina Colada's over time, and I'd developed quite a taste for them. While Shane wasn't too happy with Marisa's condition, he graciously accepted his beer and settled down on the couch beside his lovely wife. By the time Marisa had demolished her first Pina Colada and into her second, she was well drunk and in fine form with her lusty humour. The gold slinky dress she was wearing had slits up the side, and had ridden well up her thighs to the point I could see her matching panties from where I was sitting opposite. She was soon cuddled into Shane and becoming a little amorous which he no doubt found embarrassing in my presence. But the more he tried to fend her off, the worse she became. The little kisses and the wandering hands, then a quick glance in my direction accompanied with a little wink. I suppose I should have excused myself and left them to it, but it seemed good fun to watch Marisa playing up. I'll use the excuse that my Pina Colada was still half full and too good to waste. "Let's fuck him." she suggested cheekily. "Shit Marisa, pull your head in, not in front of Tess." Shane complained pushing her hand away from his crotch. "Oh c'mon darlin, don't be a spoil sport." Marisa purred. "Don't worry about Tess, she's a dirty bitch too." That was nice I thought to myself, when exactly did I become a dirty bitch? But I had to laugh as Marisa distracted her husband with a kiss while her hand deftly slipped the zipper down on his trousers. Her hand was soon inside caressing his manhood, and his struggles slowly faded. After a minute or so, Marisa eased the top half of her husband's manhood into freedom. While there was no real indication of its length, the fact that Marisa's hand could not encompass its girth told a story. As her mouth slipped over the fat head, the first slither of my own arousal floated through me. Shane soon lay back on the couch in complete submission as Marisa undid his belt and pushed his trousers down a little exposing his cock fully. It was no doubt the biggest cock I'd seen in real life, not so much long, but just very, very thick. I'd never watched anything like this before, and I could feel my panties becoming very warm and wet as their antics became more intense. As Marisa suckled Shane's cock noisily, he eased her dress high up over her panties, his fingers tracing the panty line between her thighs. A loud sigh escaped Marisa's full mouth as his fingers slid under her panties and into her pussy. She removed her mouth from his cock and rested it on his navel, her hand slowly stroking the substantial shaft in front of her face. She looked over and smiled at me, "How'd you like to help me out over here?" I cannot remember being so aroused and her invitation was exciting as it was tempting. I hesitated for about half a second. "Are you sure?" I stammered. Marisa chuckled and lovingly looked up at her husband, "Would you like Tess to come and play?" Shane opened his eyes and smiled, "Only if you want to." I was trembling with anticipation as I slipped towards the couch on which they were sprawled. Shane moved over to make room for me, and I made myself comfortable beside him. Marisa reached for my hand and guided it to Shane's cock, and like her, my fingers couldn't encompass its thick girth. It was slightly thicker at the base than the head, fat veins stood proud while pumping the necessary blood to keep it erect. The circumcised head was large and round, and already slippery from Marisa's saliva. She again lowered her mouth over the head and suckled him while I slowly stroked his shaft. Then she lifted her mouth and looked over at me with a smirk, "Your turn." I held her stare as I lowered my face to his cock, my tongue swiftly darting over the eye causing Shane to shiver. Marisa laughed as I tormented him for a few seconds before slipping my lips over the bulbous head. My mouth was stretched wide and I knew that I was going to struggle with his size, but there's more than one way to skin a cat. I sucked him for a while then lifted my mouth allowing my tongue to trace the rim of the head and the glands below. Marisa's lips replaced mine, and we shared duties, her sucking and me licking, leaving Shane whimpering quietly in pleasure. Our mouths were so close that we couldn't help but touch, and I began to notice Marisa intentionally doing it. Then all of a sudden, her lips were upon mine, and I initially tensed in shock. But I didn't pull away as her warm tongue entered my mouth and danced briefly over mine before retreating to Shane's cock. Wild thoughts flooded my mind at Marisa's audacity, for I had never been kissed by another woman, or even had thoughts in that direction. I was confused but not unhappily so as I continued my licking duties of Shane's cock. Marisa's mouth again came close to mine, and I surprised myself and turned to meet her kiss, and our tongues desperately sought each others. Her lips were warm and soft, the taste of foreign lipstick and Pina Colada apparent. Marisa broke the kiss and returned to Shane's cock but returned several times to steal another kiss. "Mmmmmmmmm, we're gonna have some fun tonight." she said turning her attention to the removal of Shane's shirt and trousers. I carried on with my stroking and licking as Shane was completely stripped. The next thing I know is that Marisa slipped over both Shane and I leaving me pinned between them. I sat nervously still as both Shane and Marisa turned their attention to me; they took turns gently kissing me as their hands began to roam over my aroused body. "Are you okay with this?" Shane whispered into my ear between kisses. "I guess." I replied nervously. "I don't want you to stop." For those who have never experienced two pairs of hands seducing you, I can tell you its absolutely incredible. There's confusion mixed with excitement and the odd flash of panic. My blouse was unbuttoned and removed, my bra straps eased over my shoulders exposing my breasts. I heard myself cry with pleasure as they each took one sensitive nipple and suckled gently. I then felt a hand on each of my thighs slowly sliding upwards taking turns to caress my pussy through my jeans. My eyes were closed as my jeans were unbuttoned and the zip unfastened. I eagerly raised myself from the couch so they could be slipped downwards; my only concern was embarrassment of how wet they might find me. My panties quickly followed my jeans and it only took the removal of my bra to leave me naked as the day I was born. Gentle hands spread my legs a little, and I felt the first tentative exploration of my wet pussy. I nervously opened my eyes to take in the proceedings. "Mmmmm, what a thick bush." Marisa commented running her fingers back and forth through my pubes. For a short time this naughty couple were content to explore my body. My pussy was nicely stroked, my clitoris given all the attention that a clitoris deserves. There were hands and little kisses everywhere as my anticipation of what might lay ahead heightened my excitement. Marisa then got to her feet, shrugged herself out of her dress and stepped out of it. She looked over at me to make sure I was watching as her bra was also discarded. She stepped closer as her hands moved to her lacy gold panties and pushed them seductively downwards exposing a completely bald pussy. Her lips were large and pronounced with a hint of pink peeking through the slit between. Her tan body was lean but curvy, her breasts smallish and slightly low from motherhood. A narrow waist curved outwards to hips and round thighs. She let me look for a while; then stepped close enough to Shane so he could kiss her thighs and pronounced pubic mound before running a finger back and forth through her bald slit. "Let me watch you give Tess a licking." Marisa whispered. Shane slid off the couch and positioned himself between my thighs. I trembled with anticipation as his tongue teased my thighs and navel avoiding where I really wanted him to play. Finally he ran it down through my pubes and into my slit, and I jumped as it flicked over my clitoris. It didn't take long before I was at the right end one of the best lickings I'd ever had. Shane's mouth spoilt my pussy to a lavished crescendo of pleasures without allowing me to cum. My lips were kissed, licked and sucked upon, my clitoris tormented while his finger attacked my lovely little G spot with expert precision. Looking down I could see my juices all over his face, but he carried on working me. I felt Marisa climb onto the couch beside me; her mouth quickly found my breasts and gently kissed and licked them. I placed my arm around her shoulders and ran my fingers through her thick mane of hair as she moved upwards kissing my neck and ears. Again I consensually turned to meet her lips. Our embrace became more passionate, our tongues darting back and forth in each other's mouth. I will always remember this moment, the ultimate pleasure of my clitoris being sucked while being kissed in a way that only another woman knows how. For some time we stayed just like that, Marisa holding my face still so that she could kiss me lovingly and passionately. Then she slipped from me. I watched as she rolled face up onto the carpet and positioned herself between Shane's powerful thighs. His body tensed as she took him into her mouth, and while I couldn't see what was going on, he seemed to like what ever sin she was committing. She stayed like that for a minute or so, then slipped upwards and knelt beside my spread thighs to watch her husband licking me. "That's enough of that, its fuck time." she suggested. Shane wet face looked up from between my thighs. "Do you want to fuck?" he asked. I appreciated the question, but I was too far gone to say no. I smiled, "Sure." An eager and smiling Shane raised himself into a kneeling position between my wide spread thighs, Marisa leaned over and suckled on his cock for a second or two before guiding it towards my pussy. With one hand she parted my lips and with the other guided her husband's cock between them. She rubbed the head up and down the slit a few times before placing it at my opening. I braced myself for the girth of Shane's thick cock, but my aroused wetness accepted him with ease. I felt my pussy stretch as never before as inch by inch it entered me with short little strokes until he was in to the hilt. "How's that feel?" Marisa asked as Shane began to slide back and forth inside me. "It's quite nice." I replied nervously after a few seconds of contemplation. Marisa smiled, "You can relax; Shane won't hurt you. He's a wonderful lover." Shane smiled, "How do you like it, fast or slow?" "Slow would be good." I replied sensibly. It didn't take long for Marisa to get in on the act. Every now and then she would reach down and guide her husband's cock from my pussy and then suckle on it before guiding it back inside me. Then she got a little braver and slid her face over my navel trying her best to get her tongue onto my clit as Shane slowly fucked me. I soon began to enjoy the size of Shane's cock, for each push filled me completely. It was rock hard and my pussy hugged it tightly through his long strokes. And Marisa was right; her Shane was a very accomplished lover. His patience and gentleness with his large cock bringing me great pleasure, it was all very, very nice. A Most Indecent Proposal Marisa then climbed up on the couch and kissed me briefly before looking into my eyes, "Would you mind if I gave you a licking?" I hesitated, not because I didn't want her to, but it seemed strange that she would want to. Our kissing was intimate and with passion, but licking another woman's pussy was again a little bit further down the track from my innocence. "Are you sure you want to?" I stammered. "Oh yes please, I'd love to." I nodded and Marisa jumped from the couch, and pulled Shane away from me, his cock springing free into the air. "Bully." he complained playfully as his hand found his rejected shaft and squeezed it gently. I closed my eyes as Marisa positioned herself between my thighs. I didn't have to wait long to feel her mouth between my pussy lips. I immediately noticed how soft and smooth her mouth was; none of the brittle whiskers that a man usually brings to the party. While she didn't have the technique of her husband, her licking was very nice. It was more delicate and soft, her tongue just touching my clitoris as it lapped me gently and I found myself wriggling against her face. I felt the weight of Shane moving onto the couch beside me, and I opened my eyes to find his cock inches from my face. I reached for it fondling the slippery head and shaft as it moved closer to my mouth. I opened my mouth wide and took him as deep as I could, but after a few seconds his size caused me discomfort. I dropped it from my mouth; then sucked and licked the head as my hand stroked the shaft. Thankfully he seemed to be content with that. "Would like to watch me and Shane fuck?" Marisa asked after awhile. "Sure, that'd be fun." I replied. "Best go up to the bedroom." Shane suggested. We untangled ourselves and picked up our discarded clothes, Marisa took me by the hand and led me upstairs to their bedroom at the far end of the house. "You having a good time?" she asked me while pulling the covers back. "Absolutely, but I don't know how I'll feel about all this in the morning." Marisa laughed, "You'll be too tired and sore to worry about it if we have anything to do with it." Shane's cock had begun to wilt on the short journey from lounge to bedroom. After locking the door and dimming the light, Marisa eased him onto his back on the cool sheet and knelt beside him. He moaned as her mouth slipped over his cock, her hand sliding up and down the shaft. Shane reached for me and I moved closer so that he could touch me, his hands caressing my breasts and thighs. He encouraged me to lower my breasts to his mouth and he suckled on them as his hand found its way between my thighs. Our faces drifted closer until our lips met, but the kiss seemed awkward for both of us and we both pulled away. It dawned on that this was the first time that I'd had sex with someone that I didn't passionately care for. It wasn't that I was uncomfortable; it seemed that the sex was okay, but kissing Shane intimately wasn't. This was strange, for I was all for kissing Marisa, but not her husband. These thoughts became too complicated, and I dismissed them from my mind. Marisa rolled onto her back with her legs high in the air lowering her knees slowly back to her chest. Shane wasted no time in positioning himself over her and Marisa lifted her ankles over his shoulders while reaching for his cock. He snuggled closer as I moved in to watch his penetration. Marisa's bald pussy lips were stretched wide around the thick head, and she moaned loudly as it slipped inwards little by little. Shane worked into her gently with little pushes gaining penetration until he was in all the way. I was intrigued watching his slick cock dragging her inner lips outwards each time he pulled out. It looked almost painful, but Marisa's whimpers of pleasure and her pushing eagerly back against him convinced me otherwise. She soon dropped her legs and wrapped them around his buttocks to hold him tightly. When I tired of watching the attack on Marisa's pussy, I moved upwards to find them hugging each other and kissing passionately. I smiled, for their intimacy was nice to watch. Marisa eventually noticed me and held out her hand for me to hold. "You okay?" she asked. "Yeah, this is exciting." replied. "Mmmm, sure is." Marisa replied rolling out from under Shane and positioning herself on all fours with her buttocks high in the air. Shane climbed to his knees and positioned himself behind her quickly rubbing his cock up and down her slit before guiding it towards her opening. Marisa winced as he tried to penetrate her. "Run out of lube." she admitted rolling forward to a bedside cabinet. A small plastic bottle was produced and flipped high in the air for Shane to catch as Marisa again positioned herself in front of him. A little clear liquid was applied to his cock and then a dab to her lips; he pushed slowly into her causing Marisa to lower her head to the bed and moan quietly. For a short time she stayed still accepting his attack with apprehension. I knew from experience that doggie could be a vulnerable position. With someone hung like Shane, I too would struggle. It wasn't long before Marisa sighed loudly and pulled away from her husband leaving his shiny cock swinging in the breeze. She rolled him onto his back and mounted him, her hand quickly guiding his cock to her pussy. From my position behind them, I got a perfect view of Marisa's pussy lips stretching around the head and then swallow his shaft inch by inch. I moved around to their side and found Marisa kissing Shane passionately, their bodies slowly writhing against each other. Their loving enthusiasm was nice to watch, the moans of pleasure, the slow kissing and the caressing enhancing their love making. After a while, Marisa turned to me and smiled. "Getting lonely?" I shook my head, "I'm enjoying watching to two at it, never seen anything like this before." Shane laughed as he dropped a nipple from his mouth, "Thank god there's no one else on this planet like Marisa; it would be too dangerous for men to walk the streets." Marisa frowned and slapped her breasts hard against his face, then turned to me, "For that comment I think you should sit on his face. That'll keep him quiet, well for awhile anyway." I thought Marisa was joking, but she pulled me close and guided me astride Shane's face so that I was facing her. I felt Shane's hands slide up the outside of my thighs, and then his tongue slide deeply though my slit. I confess that the 69 position is not my favourite, while having my pussy licked is always nice, the thought that my lover is looking up at my butt hole is a little disconcerting. My worries were however short lived, for Marisa's hands found my breasts and her mouth kissed me gently on the cheek. Again I had no hesitation in turning to meet her kiss, and we were soon locked in a tight passionate embrace. We all rocked gently against each other, Marisa riding Shane's cock slowly as he licked my clitoris with great expertise. My orgasm snuck up on me and was upon me before I realised. I felt my body tremble as the pleasure flowed through my body. Marisa broke our kiss and nuzzled my cheek. "That's it my girl." Marisa whispered as I whimpered in pleasure. "Let yourself go and have a nice big cum." I eventually collapsed forward against Marisa who supported my trembling body, her lips again finding mine. I plunged my tongue deep inside her mouth and kissed her for many seconds while Shane's tongue gently lapped at my most sensitive clitoris. "Holy shit, that was good." I confessed coming to my senses. Marisa chuckled, "Looked good from here too. How about you Shane, how'd it look from down there?" "Sorry girls; couldn't see much from down here." came a muffled reply. "How about sitting on his cock while you're still wet." Marisa suggested slipping away from Shane. I carefully spun around and mounted Shane, again his rock hard cock stretching me wide and filling me completely. Marisa mounted his face and made a great effort to slide her sopping pussy back and forth all over his face. She smiled at me while doing so, "Oh, revenge is soooo sweet." I spent the next few minutes sliding slowly up and down Shane's cock enjoying his thickness inside me. It was a novelty, for I had never experienced a cock his size. I liked the way the thick base stretched my opening wide exposing my clitoris, which Marisa had found with her fingers. I placed my arms around her shoulders so that we could kiss intimately as we moved back and forth on Shane. It wasn't long before I experienced a second orgasm, smaller but no less enjoyable than the first. Again Marisa hugged me as the little tremors flowed through my body. "You okay?" she asked after I finished. I laughed, "I'm more than okay; that was fuckin great." We both rolled sideways from Shane and lay in a tangle of arms and legs. Marisa ran her hands over my breasts and nipples before moving downwards and stroking my wet pussy. "You wanna try licking me?" she whispered. I tensed, for her request was a surprise. I was a little unsure about her licking me, but the thought of me doing the licking needed a little more thought on my part. Marisa recognised my reluctance and gave me a peck on the lips, "Its okay, just thought you might wanna give it a try." She rolled over to Shane who was stroking his cock while watching us. Her mouth quickly found his shaft and began to suck him slowly and noisily. I smiled as his eyes closed in pleasure as his wife expertly delivered a superb blow job. My attention turned to Marisa as her pussy was perfectly visible between her slight parted thighs. I wondered what it might be like to slip my tongue between her smooth bald lips; the thought of trying didn't seem to be so abhorrent in my aroused state. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, I'm gonna cum soon." Shane moaned. Marisa dropped his cock from her mouth and looked over at me, "How about you making him cum?" I soon found myself spread eagled on the bed with my legs spread wide. Two pillows had been placed under my buttocks to lift me high from the bed and allowing Shane to kneel between my legs instead of lying on top of me. A little more lube made Shane's penetration easy and then he began to work me. This time his approach was more vigorous and he was thrusting into me with hard long stokes resulting in the loud slapping of flesh upon flesh. I heard myself whimper each time he impaled me, something I'd never done before, before this night I'd always prided myself on being a quiet but passionate lay. Marisa's hands were busy fiddling with my clitoris and pubes, but soon as Shane began to get close to orgasm, she placed her head on my navel. "C'mon my sweet, cum on my face." she whispered time and time again. By this time Shane was pummelling me with his big cock and nearly knocking me from the pillows beneath. As I began to slip off, he grasped my thighs and secured me as his excited strokes became more frantic. I raised myself to watch as he removed his cock from me and pointed it towards Marisa's well positioned face, his first long line of cum fired catching her beautifully. She grasped his cock and threw her mouth over it, and I could see the bulge of the head stretching her cheeks as he emptied himself into her. She swallowed diligently until Shane slowed and gave and almighty moan of ecstasy, then collapsed backwards on the bed a second or two later. Marissa followed him and continued to suckle his cock ignoring the line of cum all over her face. Swivelling her head towards me, she made sure I was still watching, then tore her mouth away from his cock and pointed it towards me. "Wanna turn?" she asked. "No thanks." The last thing I wanted was to taste cum when I didn't have to. But Marisa didn't seem to mind and licked up every drop she could find, then wiped the line from her face and licked her hand clean. She then straddled her husband and rubbed her pussy up and down his shrinking cock which now lay up his navel. "How about a little kiss?" she asked playfully before poking out her slobbery white tongue at me. "Yuk no." was my reply as I settled back on the bed. The next thing I know, Marisa's face was between my thighs and her tongue exploring my damaged pussy. I put up it with for a few seconds before pushing her face away. "Sorry, but it's all worn out." I said. Thankfully Marisa withdrew and sat up on the bed between Shane and I. "What a couple of spoil sports, there's more fun to be had yet." she pleaded. Shane looked over at me and grinned, "Don't worry Tess, she'll settle down soon." Marisa did indeed settle down, and we all cuddled up together in a tangle of sweaty arms and legs. "Good fun?" Marisa asked. "Yep, great fun. Never had a threesome before. It was pretty exciting for me." I replied. "It was pretty exciting for us too, even though you wouldn't lick my pussy." Marisa replied in a mocking sulking voice. "Maybe next time." Was there going to be a next time I asked myself as I lay in a sleepy stupor between them? I confessed to myself that it was the most exciting sex I ever had, even though it was devoid of any real feelings on my part. While I might regret it over the next few days, I had no doubt that I could be tempted to repeat the exercise if the circumstances were right. But would I be able to lick Marisa's bald pussy like she wanted me to; that I wasn't sure of. After a few little hugs and kisses, I wisely extracted myself from their bed and returned to mine at the other end of the house. My being found in mummy and daddies bed next morning with no clothes on by innocent little eyes might be a bit difficult to explain. The next morning Molly did indeed find her way into my bed and gave me little cuddle before heading for her breakfast. By the time I arose, Shane had taken Molly for her dancing lesson which left Marisa and I alone in the kitchen drinking coffee and munching on toast. At first our conversation was a little uncomfortable, but she broke the ice on the subject that was on both of our minds. She smiled across the table at me, "You okay about last night?" "Yeah, I think so. It all seems like a dream now." Marisa chuckled loudly, "Well honey, I can assure you it was no dream. It full on and fun; and you my girl conducted yourself like a champ." "I can't believe it actually happened; I've never ever considered doing anything like it. Have you guys done this sort of thing before?" Marisa shook her head, "Nah. We both played the field before we met, but we've been faithful since. Not that we haven't fantasised about bringing other people to our bed, but before last night it was just a game. Don't worry; it was just as new to us as it was you. And just as much fun." I thought about it for a few seconds as I sipped my coffee, "But aren't you a lesbian too? Maria shook her head, "Nope, not really. When I was in my late teens I used to play around a bit with my best girlfriend. We experimented a few times, and licking pussy seemed natural at the time. The worst thing I ever did was confess that to Shane, just the thought of watching me lick pussy makes him just about cream his pants. Me licking you last night made his biggest fantasy come true." "But you're not interested in other women?" I asked. "Nope, not really although licking pussy is quite nice, and easier on the mouth than sucking cock, especially Shane's. " I laughed, "Yep, it's a biggie alright. I've had a few, but never one that big before." "You like it?" Marisa asked. "Yeah, but I'm a little sore this morning." "It took me awhile to get used to it when I first met him, but now I wouldn't satisfied with a small one." Marisa replied. "Or even a normal one." I added. Marisa laughed loudly, "Even a normal one. I hope I didn't make you nervous when I asked if you wanted to lick me. I thought you might want to try it." "It was a bit of a shock, that's for sure. But I wasn't really offended or anything." "Good." Marisa replied with a mischievous look on her pretty face. "It's quite nice though running your tongue through a nice warm pussy. I think girls have a better understanding of what to do. Last night sure brought back some memories and I confess enjoying doing it to you. So anytime you want to try licking pussy, you just call me." I grinned as a little flutter of arousal floated through me, and the idea of licking Marisa quickly cemented itself in my brain. "It would seem really strange doing that, you wouldn't mind if I asked to?" I asked. Marisa laughed, "Hell no. We're all adults and life is short. When we leave this earth, it should be knowing that we've done everything we ever wanted to. So if you wonder what its like to lick pussy, then go for it. Then you can cross it off 'your want to' list. If you want, you can lick mine right here and now." I felt a ripple of excitement soar through my body as I considered her lewd proposal, and then noticed that my panties were very wet. Could I do this I asked myself, and could I live with myself afterwards? But I was strong enough to realise that the seed had now been sown, and that I would always wonder. Maybe this was the best chance I'll ever have. "How long will Shane and Molly be?" I asked. A glint flashed in Marisa's eyes and a wide grin appeared as she looked down at her watch, "About an hour and a half, so we've plenty of time right now. Do you think we should go upstairs and fool around?" The word 'Yes' escaped my lips. "C'mon then, lets do it." she replied and placed her empty coffee cup on the table before getting to her feet. Like a lamb to the slaughter I followed Marisa upstairs to the bedroom. She pulled the curtains before removing her tee shirt and jeans leaving herself in a brief pair of white panties which were also quickly discarded. From the walk in wardrobe, Maria got a large towel and spread it across the bed, then looked over at me. "Get your clothes off too." she ordered. With a trembling heart and shaking hands, I slowly removed my clothing under Marisa's watchful eyes. Then from the wardrobe, she produced a large white bag and removed a number of sex toys which were placed neatly on the bedside cabinet. She then looked over at me wearing nothing but a mischievous smile. "Okay, come here." she ordered sternly. Marisa took me into her arms, gave me a peck on the cheek before guiding me downwards onto the bed and then climbed on beside me. I lay still in a nervous state as her hands glided lightly over my body slowly moving towards my breasts. I waited in anticipation as my sensitive nipples were touched and kissed, and then her wandering hands and mouth began moving downwards. I opened my legs in willing submission as Marisa's fingers slipped through my curls and down into my wet slit, her long finger sliding up and down over my clitoris and into my opening. "Mmmmmmmmmmm, who's a horny little bitch?" Marisa purred as she reached across to the bedside cabinet and picked up a dangerous looking toy. It was pink and blue with two heads, one longer than the other. I heard it jump into life as Marisa toyed with the buttons at the end while sliding her body over mine and positioning herself between my now wide spread thighs. I felt her fingers ease my pussy lips apart and then the pulsating head of the toy touch me for the first time. I'd never had any involvement with sex toys, not that I wasn't interested or anything, but I'd never had the opportunity before this day. The problems of obtaining one was as paramount of trying to hide it in my bedroom at home, and then finding the time to use it when there was no one else around. But as soon as that quivering head slid inside me, I knew that I was hooked. I pushed up eagerly at it to gain more length, and for the first few seconds Marisa slid it back and forth inside me. I felt her fingers gently prying my lips apart, and then the second smaller head touch my clitoris. I heard myself cry out as intense pleasure flashed through my highly aroused body. Marisa began increasing the speed of the toy and I squirmed and trembled as the pleasure intensified, then the head inside me began to move independently. I lifted my knees back onto my chest to make myself more comfortable as the first signals of an orgasm began to flow through me. A Most Indecent Proposal "Nice?" Marisa asked. "Ohhhhhhhh fuuck yes." I replied. "Gonna cum soon?" "Yes." "Good." Marisa replied and removed the toy from me, turned it off and threw it onto the floor beside the bed. "Nooo, nooo, noooo," I pleaded shaking with disappointment as my fingers found my clitoris and tweaked it frantically. Marisa giggled at my frustration while removing my hand from between my legs, "Seeing you're so horny, it'll be a good time to lick my pussy." "No please, let me cum first, then I'll lick your pussy." I pleaded trying to free my hand from her grip. "Nope, you can cum afterwards." she stated firmly while positioning herself on the bed beside me. For the next few seconds I lay still as my brain protested in sexual frustration, but then the audacity of Marisa's tactics became quickly apparent. She wanted me aroused and hungry, and I certainly was. Without hesitation I moved down the bed and knelt on the floor knowing from my own experience that this was the best position to receive a good licking. "That's my girl." Marisa commented as she repositioned herself closer to my waiting face. For the first time in my short life, I found myself looking into the special place of another woman. I took a few seconds to gaze upon the sight before me, the lovely brown thighs and the slightly paler skin of her smoothly shaven pussy. Her lips were smaller in size than I knew mine to be, and they glistened in her excitement. Her lips were slightly parted and I could see the pinkness within and the little mound of her clitoris. Marisa moved forward slightly, her impatience obvious, and I took a deep breath before lowering my lips to her thighs. For a short time I ran my tongue over the smoothness of her inner thighs, slowly edging closer to her pussy lips before jumping across to the opposite thigh. I took pleasure in teasing Marisa as she tried unsuccessfully to manoeuvre her pussy onto my face. By the time I did let my tongue flick across her lips, she was nearly in frenzy. My first nervous little licks were somewhat tentative giving me time to explore her taste and warm wetness. But I soon began to delve deeper in her valley, my tongue lapping her clitoris and down to her elongated opening. As Marisa began to whimper, I buried my face deeper, her slippery lips engulfing my cheeks. I soon recognised my enjoyment of my immoral act and my nervousness abated. It was certainly easier on the jaw than sucking cock, and the sensation of her sopping wet pussy on my face was really quite nice too. I moved my attack from her clitoris and turned my attentions to her smooth lips, taking them in turn into my mouth and running my tongue across the silky insides. Marisa simply twisted and pushed against me while uttering little whimpers of appreciation. I then turned my attention back to her now enlarged clitoris. "Put a finger inside." Marisa asked. I responded by inserting one finger and then another gently exploring her velvet smooth insides as my tongue lapped her clitoris. Marisa twitched under my effort and encouraged me onwards with little whispers of appreciation as I searched for her G spot. My face was now smothered in her slippery juices, and little squelching noises reaching my ears. For some minutes I continued my endeavours becoming more comfortable as I experimented with differing little techniques. Then without warning, Marisa pulled away from my clutches and stretched upwards reaching towards the bedside cabinet. She returned with another toy, this time a thin ended contraption with a curved head. Returning to the position straddling my face, Marisa turned it on and slipped the curved head over her engorged clitoris. "Ohhhhhhh, yeeees." she whimpered after a few seconds of playing. "Lick me further down." I lowered my face to her gapping pussy lips and slipped my tongue into her twirling firmly round and round. I lapped and suckled as the toy buzzed close to my nose, Marisa's gyrating became more rigorous, her moans and whimpers getting louder by the second. Then all of a sudden, her buttocks lifted from the bed and away from my face, my tongue followed to ensure her orgasm was maximised. With my hands firmly around the outside of her thighs, I continued my licking until she slowly began to relax back onto the bed with a loud sigh. The still whirring toy dropped from her hands onto the bed, and I seized my chance. I mashed my face firmly into her sopping canyon and sucked her clitoris deep into my mouth so my tongue could torment it. Marisa cried in frustration at the loss of her post orgasmic bliss, and tried to roll away from me. But my hands held her secure for many seconds until she managed scramble from clutches. "Go away you horrible little wench." she cried while trying not to laugh. "Come back here, I haven't finished." I replied playfully. Marisa raised herself to her elbows and looked down at me with a big grin on her sweaty face, "You should be ashamed of yourself." I met her gaze, "I am." She laughed loudly, "Liar." Still hungry for my own orgasm, I spotted the double headed vibrator which had been earlier discarded to the carpet. I rolled from the bed and scooped it up, then spent a few seconds playing with the controls. Returning to the bed, I lay with my legs open and ran the toy through my pubes and down between my lips. I jumped as it found my clitoris and was about to settle down into some serious playing when Marisa took it from my hands. "Here, let me do it." she said. Marisa gently worked the toy all over my pussy before slowly inserting it so that the second shorter head lined up on my clitoris. I heard myself moan loudly as the pleasure engulfed me, but lay still so that Marisa could have her evil way with me. What followed was the quickest orgasm that I ever experienced. It climbed swiftly through my aroused trembling body and hit me hard. I cried and whimpered in absolute rapture as my orgasm rocked me to my soul. From the tips of my toes to the innermost of my confused brain, I was torn with exquisite pleasure. I clutched the sheets below me as I writhed until my orgasm began to slip away. I pushed frantically against the toy trying to prolong my pleasure but in the end could not stop it fading from me. And as my body began to return to earth, Marisa climbed into arms and kissed me passionately, and I duly responded with my own passion. We lay in a tangled web of sweaty arms and legs ignoring the smell of our sex around us. "So my little wench; how was that?" she asked running her hand through my pussy lips. "Disgustingly good." was about as much I could muster under the circumstances. The danger of us slipping off to sleep crossed Marisa's mind, and she managed to drag my devastated body from the bed towards the shower. The last thing we wanted was Shane and Molly to arrive home and catch us. We quickly showered and dressed, and I left for home before they arrived home. Over the next few days, I tormented myself for my sins. Most times I was disgusted with myself. But at night in my bed, my eager fingers would find my wet pussy as I recalled what had happened in a blow by blow account. My orgasms were easy to come by, but then the guilt always followed. It was a couple of weeks later before I heard from Marisa again and the question I was waiting for. Could I do another sit for Molly? I said yes without hesitation, and waited in nervous anticipation for the weekend to arrive. On their return from the social occasion, I was invited to Shane and Marisa's bed, which I accepted without hesitation. Again it was a sinful night of debauchery, my pussy well stretched from Shane's thick cock and then lovingly licked by his beautiful wife. Marisa had confessed to our private session to Shane, but he didn't seem to mind. He was most interested in watching me lick Marisa's pussy with intensity and then ejaculated prematurely over her breasts in his excitement. Day light was appearing under the curtains before we finally surrendered our lust. Our sinful seasons repeated another five times before the novelty began to wear thin for me. What I began to crave was the companionship of my own man, I wanted affection and love and the security of a real relationship. But how to deal with Shane and Marisa was surely going to be a problem. I've always avoided telling lies, but I invented a boyfriend whom I didn't want to cheat on. While Shane and Marisa were disappointed at me not wanting to play in their bed, they understood and placed no pressure upon me to do so. I continued to sit for Molly for another year, and I confess to once inviting myself to Shane and Marisa's bed after a few too many Pina Colada's. By this time a real boyfriend had came and went, and I was in the need for some serious sex. They certainly made sure I got just that. As the years passed me by, I reached those important milestones in my life. I met and married the man I would love for the rest of my life; I gave birth to my babies and cherished them with all the love that a mother does. Looking back, I never once regretted my time with Shane and Marisa. But I never again climbed between the thighs of another woman, not because I didn't want to, but because the opportunity never arose. If it had, I might just have done so. But back then it was a time of youthful experimentation, and as Marisa said, life is short. I never confessed these carnal sins to my husband, for I love him so much that I couldn't bare the pain of him thinking of me as some kind of slut. I just hope that you find it in your heart to forgive me.