2 comments/ 87567 views/ 2 favorites The Sandwich By: Flashlight7.5 “I’m too big to fit in a man sandwich,” Lori said as they got out of the car. Ben laughed as he removed the gas cap. “You’re not that big,” he said while Lori started washing the windows of the Prius. “And no, I’m not trying to talk you into being in a man sandwich.” It was the second stop on their way to Madison to meet with Lori’s girlfriend, Wendy. They hadn’t seen each other for almost a year, since they had met online and had helped each other explore their bisexuality. Both women were so alike that Ben thought his wife had a missing twin sister. Ben wasn’t allowed to play with them when Wendy came to visit them in Michigan. It was a decision made and agreed upon by all parties. Both women were still coming out and thought that a three-way would be too much for a first-time get-together. So, while Wendy and Lori made passionate love in the bedroom, Ben went to work, watched TV, read a couple books, slept in another room, and did everything he could to keep his libido at bay. They were talking about sleeping arrangements when they got around to the topic of threesomes. They had been in a boy-girl-girl before with a cute redhead they knew, but nothing else since. Just before they pulled into the convenience store, Ben mentioned how he didn’t know any men he would feel comfortable sharing her with in bed. The idea seemed too awkward. There seemed to be too much testosterone involved, and all he could imagine would be looking at his friend and laughing too much. Lori then mentioned the problem of size. She weighed close to two hundred twenty-five pounds and stood five-foot-ten. She carried her weight well. Ben never thought of it as a problem, and it never hindered their sex life. “I wouldn’t mind, really,” she said. “I’m sure you wouldn’t,” Ben said as he pumped the gasoline, “but with whom? Like I said earlier, I don’t know anybody.” “Me neither. It would just be…different, that’s all.” Ben wasn’t even sure he wanted a threesome with Wendy and Lori. He felt like a lone man in the universe. He imagined every other guy in the world demanding that he turn in his Man Card for not wanting to hop in the sack with his wife and a buxom brunette from Wisconsin. He didn’t want to take away from their time. They wouldn’t get another chance to see each other for months, so part of him thought that joining in on their sex would be stealing some of their time together. He let the subject drop, and they were soon on the road. The conversation moved on to dinner arrangements and making sure they found the correct exit. Within a few hours, they were knocking on the door of Wendy’s house. “Hey!” Wendy smiled as she rushed out the door to meet them. She squeezed them both to near the point of suffocation. She smelled of patchouli and garlic. She kissed them both. Her kisses were lingering, even with Ben. His groin tingled and his mind jumped in both excitement and puzzlement. “You smell great,” Ben said into her neck as they hugged. “I’m cooking! Come on in, I’m cooking a big Italian meal for you guys,” Wendy said. “You didn’t have to – ” Lori began. “Cool!” Ben interrupted. They headed inside. Wendy gave them a quick tour of her little home, as she had pasta boiling on the stove. The house was green with plants of all sizes, lengths, and hues. Samples of Wendy’s pottery and paintings were everywhere, including the simple guest room. It had a nice futon that Ben figured he would have all to himself. “Is this where I’m sleepin’?” He asked. The two ladies looked back and forth at each other. Wendy was blushing. “Well…” Lori said. “That’s what I thought.” Ben laughed. “Is that okay?” Lori sounded a bit worried as Ben began unpacking their overnight bags. “I’ll go check on the pasta,” Wendy said and headed to the kitchen. “Yes, honey, it’s okay. We already talked about this. Remember? Besides, it’s not like we haven’t done this before.” “Okay, I just want to be sure that you’re not…you know…” “I know. I wouldn’t have come if I were freaked out. We wouldn’t be here if I freaked out the first time.” “Okay. I just worry.” “I know.” He kissed her forehead. “Why don’t you see if she needs help in the kitchen, and I’ll unpack?” “You sure?” “Yes, honey. Go be girlfriends. You need it.” A little while later, they were talking over baked chicken and pasta. Ben had devoured almost the entire spinach salad and was now on his third plate of the main course. He forgot how he hadn’t eaten a solid meal since breakfast, and his metabolism was now demanding tribute. Lori and Wendy were on their second bottle of red wine, and giggling like they had been inhaling nitrous oxide all night. “She calls me over,” Wendy continued her story of an awkward situation in a pottery class, “and wants to know how to shape this big hunk of clay without it being too top heavy.” “What was she making?” Ben asked. “Well, I look down and she’s got this…this big clay dick in her hands.” Lori laughed until she was snorting. “What did you tell her?” Ben asked. “I didn’t know what to say. It gets worse though. I asked her why she was making it, and that was difficult because I wasn’t out at the time and I didn’t know if she was gay or just making a sex toy for herself or just sculpting a clay penis. So, she says, ‘It’s for my husband’.” “Hello!” Ben said. Lori’s snorting laugh returned. “So now I’m really embarrassed, and I’m trying to give her tips on how to make it as smooth as possible and…” Wendy could barely talk through her laughter. “…and then I asked if she wanted it to be bumpy, or if he did, and…” She couldn’t hold it back any longer. She and Lori were in tears from laughing. Ben wasn’t laughing as much, but that was due to his mouth being full of chicken. He spoke once he was finally able to swallow without killing himself. “What did she say? Did she give you all the juicy details?’ “She realized what I was implying, and she just started laughing. She told me that she was making an ornamental spearhead. Her husband collected African weapons, and she was making a gift for him.” “Oh, Jesus.” Lori turned red. “I was never so embarrassed in my life. Every time we saw each other in class after that, we just started laughing.” “Oh…” Lori drained her glass. “I have to pee.” She got up, a little wobbly, from the table and headed to the bathroom. There were some silent moments as Ben and Wendy sat across from each other. “I’m glad you made it,” she said, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “Me too.” “You’re sure it’s okay that – ” “Yes.” He laughed again. “It’s not that you’re not…well…I mean, you’re a good-looking guy, Ben. It’s just that – ” “I know. You two need to stop worrying.” “I know Lori wonders if you’ll feel left out.” “I suppose I will a little bit. It would be weird if I didn’t.” Wendy frowned. Ben found himself stroking the back of her hand. “Don’t worry. You two need this.” He broke a fresh breadstick in two and wiped up some marinara from his plate with it. “I tell you though…She and I had a fun conversation on the way up here that gave me a wild idea.” “Really?” She sat forward. Three bowls of sorbet and a half bottle of red wine later, the girls were growing restless. They had moved from holding hands on the couch to giving each other simultaneous foot massages while Ben tried to watch TV and ignore them. There were little things whispered between them that he couldn’t understand. They sprang off the couch with surprising vigor. “We’re off to bed,” Lori said. “Okay,” Ben said, noticing the ladies were holding hands. “I want to take you guys to the art museum tomorrow. It’s really neat,” Wendy said. She winked at him. “Okay.” Ben smiled. “I’ll see you two later.” His wife and the other woman headed back to Wendy’s bedroom. Ben imagined their clothes were already hitting the floor as he was changing channels. He watched an episode of “Time Tunnel” and “Jeeves and Wooster” before he headed used the bathroom, drank a big glass of water, and went to the futon to sleep and wait. He didn’t know how much time had passed. It could’ve been two hours or twenty minutes. He was deep in sleep when Lori came to him in a dark blue bathrobe. He thought he was dreaming as she crawled onto the futon. Her face was warm and happy. She started kissing at his warm chest as she tugged the sheets down away from him. “What…” He was still waking up. “Wendy wants to watch,” she said as she continued her kisses. Ben looked past his wife’s hips to see Wendy standing in the doorway. He winked at her. She grinned back. Lori’s mouth slid down to his hard cock. His back lifted from the mattress as she curled her tongue around him. His arms reached out for nothing, and his hands tensed as he regained control. Lori giggled as she watched him squirm. Her mouth slithered all over him, making wet smacking sounds and sucking cool air across his skin. She let out a small moan and then looked back in surprise as Wendy pushed the robe over her hips. Lori looked at Ben in confusion, but only for a moment. Wendy’s face went between Lori’s cheeks and Lori’s eyes closed as she shuddered. She let out a deep moan that turned into a stuttering gasp. Ben couldn’t see well, but he could imagine Wendy’s warm tongue pulsing back and forth in his wife’s cunt. He could feel the futon shaking a bit, and hear the wet sounds Wendy’s hand was making on Lori’s clit. Lori sucked at his cock with new raciness. She made soft sounds with her lips around him. She pumped the shaft of his hard dick with erratic movements as Wendy’s mouth continued to please her. She was cumming before she knew what was happening. Ben wasn’t far behind, spraying hot semen down her throat. She didn’t miss a drop. “That was a surprise,” Lori said, looking back and forth between her husband and her girlfriend. “We’re not done yet,” Ben said. “We’re not?” Lori asked. “Nope,” Wendy said. Her smile was mischievous. “What are you two going to do? I thought – ” “We’re not,” Ben said. “But I got to thinking about your man sandwich idea and we came up with a solution.” “What do you mean a - ” Lori couldn’t finish the sentence. Wendy slid her big strap-on vibrator into Lori’s pussy, making her blurt out a sharp cry. Wendy grabbed the belt of Lori’s robe and used it to pull her back to the base of the jelly cock. Ben’s cock was already hard again from the sight of this strong brunette beauty fucking his wife. He rubbed it over his wife’s face, and she grabbed it from him. She kissed and licked at the shaft, not wanting to suck him for fear of losing even more of her breath. “It’s the closest thing I could think of to two men,” Ben said. “Do you like it? “Yes,” Lori whimpered. “What?” Ben asked. “Yes!” “Oh, baby,” Wendy said, “you look so good.” Ben wanted to tell Wendy that she looked good too. Her dark-skinned body was slick with sweat that dripped from her D-cups onto the small of Lori’s back. Her face was in a determined smile, and her strong hands held tight to Lori’s ass. He wanted to tell Wendy that he loved the sight of her big tits swaying as she fucked his wife with her eight inch vibrator, but that would spoil it. They agreed that Wendy would act like another guy in this threesome. Ben wouldn’t kiss her, fondle her, or stick anything in her. Tonight, she was one of the guys. “Fuck,” Lori said. She was about to cum again. “Fuck me! Oh, fuck!” She bounced back and forth against Wendy’s strap-on. Wendy met her with each bounce. “Oh, yeah, baby! Yeah!” Wendy yelled. Ben slid back a bit to watch, and to avoid Lori’s touch for fear of cumming again. Lori pulled herself away from Wendy’s slippery cock and rolled onto her side. She was quivering, and Ben knew she would be sensitive to the slightest touch. He got on his knees and grabbed her by the hair. He brought her face to his cock, and she was glad for the distraction. It put her in control for a while and gave her the chance to calm her twitching body. She licked and sucked at his balls while she stroked him, which she knew he loved. She could feel that he was near bursting. She hoped he’d cum, it would give her more time to rest. “Don’t forget about this other…fella here,” Ben said with a laugh. Wendy had slid in beside him. She took Wendy by the chin and led her mouth to the sticky strap-on. She licked it clean, and took her time doing it. Ben crawled around the futon and pulled Lori onto her back. Her legs went around him and her heels dug into his back to help guide him into her. “Oh, wow, honey. You’re so wet!” Ben hadn’t felt her like this in a long time. Wendy was lying next to her, watching Ben’s cock sliding back and forth. His hips reminded her of a train. Lori’s eyes were half-open, the eyelids fluttering. Her breaths were quickening. “Baby, you’re so beautiful,” Wendy said while tickling Lori’s chest and belly. “Too much! It’s too much!” Lori said and started pushing Ben away from her. “Okay, okay,” he said and slid away. The sensation of him leaving her almost sent her over the edge again. “I thought I was going to faint,” she said. “You need a break?” Ben asked. “Yes,” she said without hesitation. “Let’s just lay here for a bit,” Wendy suggested. “We can all catch our breath.” “Yeah, just for a bit.” They lay there, with Lori in the middle, for many minutes. Ben had to fight drifting into sleep a few times. He was thankful when Lori started talking. “How long have you two planned this?” “Since dinner,” Wendy said. “Are you having fun?” Ben asked. “Yeah. Are you? Both of you?” “I sure am!” He said. “Yeah, baby.” Wendy kissed her. “Do you want try us both now?” She didn’t answer. She just nodded, and a wicked smile came over her face. “Okay,” Ben said. “We’ll go slow. You just tell us if it’s too much.” He pulled his wife atop him. She braced on her hands, but he pulled her down onto his chest. “Relax,” he said. “Just relax.” “How…” Lori shuddered as Wendy dripped cool lube onto her ass. “How can I?” “I’ll go slow, baby,” Wendy said. Ben’s cock went into her without effort. She was still slippery. He held her there by her bottom and pulled her cheeks apart for Wendy. Lori’s eyes widened as the glistening strap-on’s cockhead pushed into her ass with a little nudge. Her mouth opened to gasp, but no sound came out. “Too much?” Ben asked. She shook her head and took several quick breaths. She let out a deep breath and Wendy pushed a little further. Ben could feel pressure on the underside of his cock. “Oh wow,” he said, “I can feel that.” “How about this?” Wendy said, and turned her vibrator on. Lori started thrashing between them. It started at her head, her hair flaying this way and that, then her shoulders bounced, her torso jerked, and her legs started moving her holes back and forth on the two cocks buried inside her. Ben could feel the hum of the vibrator through Lori’s muscles. He came in hard, hot shots. Wendy’s head was buried between Lori’s shoulder blades. Her hands groped at Lori’s ribs and breasts and wherever else they landed as she came, the base of the strap-on spanking her clit as Lori pounded against it. Ben woke up first. It was a sharp awakening from a sex dream. He sat up on the futon, not quite sure whose house he was in at the moment. The clock said three-forty in the morning. Lori was rolled onto her side, one arm draped across Wendy’s body. Their legs were still somewhat intertwined. Wendy still wore the strap-on. They looked great together. He got up, almost stumbling into the wall due to his fatigued legs, and headed for the bathroom. After what seemed like a long time there, he downed a glass of water in record time and headed for bed. He slept in Wendy’s bed that night. He didn’t want to wake the girls. They needed time together. The Sandwich When I noticed her, she was standing in front of the self-service deli-case looking at the ready-made sandwiches. On this cool fall morning she had on a navy blue coat that came to mid-thigh. Beneath her coat I could see her red and black plaid, pleated skirt. Her brown hair was just over the collar of her coat and I could see a little of a bright-colored, silk scarf which was around her neck. Her black pumps were accented by her knee-length socks which were black with red diamond outlines. As I approached her, she was looking back and forth at the deli-case and seemed to be perplexed about which sandwich she should select. I stopped beside her and said, "It can be confusing, huh?" She looked up at me and I was looking, not at her, but at the array of sandwiches. "Yes," she replied. "I come here often to get a quick lunch and it seems as if the choices are always the same -- turkey, ham, roast beef, cheese -- I get tired of the same old thing. Sometimes I'll get a salad, but I looked at them today and none of them caught my fancy. I don't know, maybe I'll try some soup today. Have you seen the soups? What kind of soups do they have today?" "I have not seen the soups. And I know what you mean by the real lack of variety." I looked up at her. My god, she was beautiful! Her coat was unbuttoned all the way, showing her red sweater which accentuated the full swell of her breasts. Her silk scarf was tied below her throat and set off her flawless face which had a perfect, light tan. Her lips were full and colored deep red. She had sparkling earrings that hung just below her ear lobes. Her nose was perfect for her face. But, her eyes! Her eyes were the brownest brown with a warmth that would instantly light up any room. "Have you tried the sausage?" I asked. "Sausage? I don't think I've ever had one and I don't see that sandwich here," she answered. "It's in another section," I said. "Come with me." I reached out and took her by the hand which she willingly gave me. I turned and led her through the fruits and vegetables, past the bread and pastries toward the back of the store. I turned into the first set of swinging doors I saw, those doors that swung both ways and were wide enough for the stockers to move their loaded pallets through. We entered into the storeroom. "Where are we going?" she asked. "Are you sure this is right?" "Yes, we're good," I said. "Just a little farther." I ducked between two pallets stacked head-high with boxes and plastic wrapped cartons of food. I turned right and then left working our way back into the maze of the store's warehouse of groceries. We stopped back there, hidden among the provisions piled high above our heads. "Are you sure this is right?" she asked again, looking around. "I don't think we're in the right place." "Oh, yes, we're in the right place," I reassured her. "Trust me," I said looking right at her. Before she could respond, I grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around. I saw some boxes that were about waist high and I pushed her against them, bending her over at the waist over the boxes. "What are you doing? What's going on?" she cried out just a little too loudly. "Shhhhhh..." I said. "You don't want to get us into trouble, do you?" Her beautiful chest was pressed flat against the top of the boxes and her head was turned sideways. I was holding her down with one hand in the middle of her back. With my other hand I flipped the back of her coat up over her waist. Then I flipped her skirt up over her coat. The sight was magnificent! Her creamy white butt was just covered with the skimpiest of boy panties. I pulled them down to her knees. "Oh!" she said. "Wha..." Before she could say anything more, I had my hard-as-steel cock out and pushed against her pussy. There wasn't much resistance and I slipped right in. "Oh!" she said again as I began pistoning her pussy while continuing to hold her down. "Uh... Uh... Uh... Uh..." came from her lips as her eyes were closed and her face was down against the cardboard box. I fucked her relentlessly and it wasn't long before I pushed into her hard and erupted with what seemed like gallons of cum deep into her cunt. I released my hold from her back and rested by placing my hands on the box on each side of her. Neither of us moved for a while. Then I pulled out, stepped back, and began putting my spent cock back into my pants. "How did you like that 'sausage' sandwich?" I asked her. "I loved it! Now get out of here, you fucker!" she spat back at me. "You've got that right!" I said, then turned and left. The Sandwich Artiste I awoke to bright sunlight in my face. "Damn!" I should have drawn the shades closed last night. Reaching over I hit the play button on my stereo. The soothing flow of hard rock music calmed my senses. I know, I know, soothing hard rock is an oxymoron. But that's the way I am. I lay in bed sinking into the moment, not yet ready to face the day of grad school. The long classes and short breaks. Then my tummy rumbled bringing me back to reality. It was time for breakfast. Or going by the time more like lunch! My mind was churning, looking for the quickest way with the least fuss. Of course, lunch at Subway. Then in a flash I knew why I needed, no, more like wanted to go to the sub-shop. I had been there yesterday. And there was this "sandwich artiste" who caught my eye. She was around 5' 4," brunette with an average body but with curves in all the right places. Just the way I like it. No anorexic females for me! Her face would have been average had it not been the eyes. The eyes were large and black and when she looked at me she kept eye contact and I felt drawn in. She was probably in her early thirties. Older women make my juices flow. And then she had uttered the words, "So what have you been up to today?" Stuff like this usually throws me off. And I had surprised myself by saying, "Staying outta trouble." with a nonchalant shrug. She looked at me quizzically and replied, "A guy like you should be in trouble!" I did a double take and grinned. And that was it. I paid for my sub and left feeling a lot lighter. Swinging out of bed I stretched gathering myself to face the day. Later dressed and in a rush I headed back to Subway. She was not in. I was late for class as usual. The good thing about being late is that it gets over a whole lot quicker! And this class on Discreet Mathematics sure is a prime candidate. Time drags on but before you know it the day is over. Evening time, my favorite time! Maybe it's because of an upswing in the biorhythm but I like to think of it as a time to play. I headed to the gym, which is my favorite place. I saw plenty of "heavenly bodies." They were dressed in spandex and some in that new Nike body amour thing. . I'm pretty fit. I started working out a year ago. I amazed at how my upper torso took to weight training like a duck to water. I did the bench press the way I like it best. Keeping the weight manageable, even easy. Breathing in deep and exhaling slowly while really feeling the muscles contract and expand. Felt the familiar burn..... Time for dinner and I headed back to Subway. Man! I could be their new spokesperson. I was in luck! She was in. I headed over to the counter and she walked over. She looked up and there was recognition. "Come here often don't you?" she said. "I just have to." I replied. "Why?" "Watching the calories," I replied. "Oh! So you're a jock" "Oh no. Just taking care of myself," I replied. "I wish I could," she said "Huh?" "You know working out and all...... It's so complicated." "No its not. You could get a trainer," I replied. "Its so expensive" "Well, I'm not a pro but I could show you stuff" "You would?" "Yeah" I shrugged my shoulders "When?" "Um... tomorrow evening?" "Ok then" "What's your name again?" "Karen. Yours?" "Nick. Pleased to meet you Karen." She smiled Damn why did I have to say that? I felt like such a dork "So how about a discount on that sub?" I quipped. "Ha ha " she laughed. --------------------------------------- Before I knew it the next evening was upon me. Karen was dressed in shorts and a white tee with a training bra underneath. Nothing too risqué but it was first time I saw her thighs. I felt pretty hyper. We went to the University gym. I basically ran her through the intro session I had undergone. She was comfortable with this but 45 minutes into it she said, "lets get out of here and walk the trail." Now this trail is a gorgeous trail. It winds along lush greenery on either side sometimes shaded entirely by the overhead canopy. Benches are scattered at regular intervals.. I was glad to get away from the stifling stench of sweat and hormones in the gym to the freedom and freshness of the trail. The conversation was light and easy. We rested awhile on a bench talking some more. This was starting to become something else. The entire atmosphere mesmerized me. The trail, the glow setting sun, the warm light breeze, and the sheen of perspiration on her neck, the slow rise and fall of her breasts and glitter of the pendant between them when the fading sun hit it just right. "So what are you doing for dinner?" brought me right back. "Make me a sub?" I replied She laughs and said "Ok. But I'm not working... so you want it at my place...?" "Yeah" I nodded, both glanced at each other knowing what we are getting into. ------------------------------------------------ Her place was a small apt nearby. Its furnishings were intriguing hinting at a person who likes old wooden stuff and faded oil paintings. A person's home reveals so much about them. A large brown sofa dominated the hall. Two quaint floor lamps illuminated the room. Then I realized that she got all her stuff at garage sales. All the furnishings had history, coming together from different places to once again create a home. "Its not much. But its home." she said. "I love it. Especially the way it all comes together" I said. She nodded, liking that I was perceptive enough to see this. "Hungry? I made meatballs and pasta this afternoon.," she asked "Yup very!" I followed her into the kitchen. Once again the main themes were browns and wood. I successfully snuck a cold meatball away while she tried to playfully slap my hand. She was so near to me. She turned and asks, "Beer or wine? I have both" I picked wine and she said she'd be right back. I stayed behind and stirred the meatballs. She was taking her time with the wine. I hope she had not slipped out to get some. Then she was back with two glasses and a bottle of red port. She saw my eyes widen and laughed. "I know, I know. I really had to change out of those sweaty clothes" She had slipped into a white untucked shirt and a light blue skirt. She looked so homely now, standing on one foot with the other leg hooked behind, turning over the meatballs. After clinking glasses I sipped the wine and rolling my tongue in the red, spirited liquid. ---------------------------------------------- She turned off the stove. "Let it stew awhile.." she said. " Do you dance?" "Sometimes... but I have two left feet" "You can do it..." she said. We moved to the hall where she turned on a deck. The music was nothing I've heard before but it was slow and romantic. It was meant for cheek-to-cheek dancing. She sashayed towards me, arms outstretched, a glint in her eyes, enjoying my feeling of self -consciousness. My ego kicked in, "I can dance," I told myself. She moved effortlessly into my arms. Strangely this began to feel natural to me. I slid my right hand to her lower back and dipped her real low! She squealed with laughter. I brought her back up and she pressed into me. I could feel the mounds of her breasts pressed into my chest as we continued to sway to the lilting strains. I slid both hands down her back pulling her against me. "Nick!" she gasped. She circled both her arms around me running her fingers through my hair. I dipped my head towards her. She took one last look at me and then sighed as her lips parted. Our lips crushed together in a sensational interplay of tongues. I had never tasted anyone this good before. She was like sweet wine of which I could not get enough. Our mouths parted in gasping breaths only to go at it again. I'd never been with anyone that made me so wild with desire. I ground my hips into her to show my true feelings. On tiptoes she moaned as she ground back. Hiking up her skirt, my palms cupped her panted buttocks, squeezing rhythmically. And then hooking my thumbs into the waistband of her panties, I lowered them while falling to my knees before this goddess. I left the twist of white cotton at her ankles and slid my palms to her waist. I ducked under the hiked up skirt and inhaled. She was beautiful. Her mound was totally hairless except for a small landing patch of black. I moved up and kissed her belly button curling my tongue into it. I slowly guided her to the sofa. She lay down diagonally while I stayed on my knees hooking her legs over my shoulders. I began the slow ascent from the inside of her knees, kissing and licking as she uttered low moans. I looked up to see her eyes fluttering as I gently licked her open. She was like a budding blossom that the wasp of my tongue just had to explore. "O Nick!" she moaned as I licked open her petals. "O God!!" she gasped as I circled in on her clit. I gently prodded it as she gurgled incoherently. I licked my index finger and gently inserted it home as she clasped her thighs together and then splayed then apart. She was very wet. I began to gently rotate my finger as I flicked at her with the tip my tongue. She began to gasp and grind on me. Her hips lifted of the sofa. "I'm coming!!! Oh! Oh! Yes..." she cried out. Then she pushed me off and away. "I want you in me. Now!" she said. I stripped in a hurry. I was so very hard it was painful. She pulled me to sit on the sofa as she clambered onto my lap. Grabbing her hips I pulled her close. "Karen!" I gasped as my penis made contact with her warmth. Our lips locked again as my hands made busy with the buttons of her shirt. As I fumbled at the back of her bra she reached in front and snapped it open. A front opener! Her breasts spilled free. They were bountiful with large areolas. I cupped them both as we kissed. I broke the kiss and leaned her back. I brought both distended nipples together and engulfed them with my mouth. She jumped and squeezed against me as I laved her nipples mercilessly. Then I felt her rise and exquisite warmth encompassed the tip of my penis. I let go off her nipples. "Aaahhhh!" we gasped in union. My hips jerked up trying to hilt her but she rode higher. She looked down on me mischievously. Her beautiful face descended as we lip locked. She then slid down the length of me as I groaned deep in her mouth. We held still and then she lifted up and away teasing the tip of my cock and then slid back down. "Aaah!" I gasped as I felt her fingers encircle and squeeze my balls. I could not control myself. I slid off the sofa, still inside her and then began pistoning in and out. I nestled my face in the crook of her neck as I pumped away. We were both gasping and drenched with sweat. She grabbed my buttocks urging me on as I stocked her long and deep. I was close. I could feel the weight pooling down below. She hooked her legs over my buttocks drawing me in deeper still. I felt my anal sphincter tighten and my whole body locked. I shot and shot and shot and shot into her. I collapsed onto her and she stroked my face and hugged me tight. "You we great honey!" she said as I finally slipped out of her. "So were you." I said as I helped her off the carpet. We were ravenous and dinner vanished very quickly. She was great in bed and good in the kitchen too. I drew behind her and gently stroked her tummy. "Round two?" she quipped. "Ding! Ding!" I chimed. But that's another story...