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Cindy and Dana Ch. 01

By: rha spike



She had the whitest skin I had ever seen. And the blackest hair. The contrast was startling. And she was young, maybe twenty-five or -six. Too young, anyway, for me, deep in my forty-seventh year, to go legging after her. Besides, she was talking earnestly to Jimmy, the young computer whiz that occupied the desk just outside my office. If she's the girl he talks about all the time, I thought, lucky him. 

She was what is usually called "petite", about five-four or -five but with that straight-up posture that short people often have. Her hair, crow-black and thick, was cut in a pageboy style that I associate more with children, but on her, it was not childish. Her skin was milk-white and smooth; her features were regular, with a somewhat wider and more petulant mouth than it should have had. It added interest and sensuality to a face that would have been pretty but unremarkable otherwise.

As she moved around to the side of Jimmy's desk, I couldn't help but notice the full swell of her bottom rounding out the summer print she was wearing. Her legs were bare, slender and looked strong. A wave of sad appreciation went through me. It's tough to have middle-age creep up on you; tougher at some times than at others.

Whatever she was saying to Jimmy, it seemed serious. She had that kind of look on her face. I knew it was trouble when I saw Jimmy run his hands through his hair and shrug in an I-give-up gesture. Up to this point I hadn't heard so much as a word, office noise being what it is, but then Jimmy stood up, took her by the elbow and I heard him say, "C'mon, we'll go settle this now". 

She looked around to see if they were making a scene and I felt guilty when she caught me watching and held my eye for a second. I found something on my desk to be busy with, but glanced up in time to see her remove her arm from Jimmy's grasp as they went through the door. I hoped, for his sake, he wouldn't blow it.Ten minutes later, Jimmy came back with a scowl on his face, grabbed a folder and disappeared into the computer room, slamming the door behind him. Ah, yes, young love.

I took an early lunch, about eleven-thirty, and went for my usual walk along the river promenade. I was surprised to see her sitting on a shady bench. She saw me so I nodded and smiled and continued up the walk to a shady spot of my own where I paused to look out at the water.

"Excuse me." And there she was at my elbow. "I saw you in the office while ago. You're James Ross?"

"Yes."

"Jimmy's mentioned you; you're his boss aren't you?" It wasn't really a question. Her voice was surprisingly low and very clear; steady and even with no hint of stress.

"I guess you could say that. I don't sign the checks, but I'm responsible for the office."

"I'm Cindy McCarthy. Would you please do me a favor and take this to him when you go back?" She held out a key with a plastic tag on it. "It's an extra that I had in my car. I don't want to go back up there."

"Yes, I'll be glad to." I thought she would turn and go, but she didn't; she just settled her arms on the rail and looked out across the river.

"Tough day?" I asked.

"Tough enough. I hate going through that sort of thing in front of people, but he's been avoiding it. He hasn't been back to the apartment for two days and I had to get it over with."

"Well, the course of true love never did run smooth, they say."

"It wasn't true love, it was just an arrangement that was great in the beginning and not so great later. We both know it but Jimmy doesn't like to lose anything so he was dragging his feet."

Maybe it was the open and matter-of-fact way she had of talking about her private life to me, a complete stranger, that got me interested. Most people are reluctant to part with details, especially while the wounds are still fresh, but she had this no-nonsense, clear-minded line that told me she wouldn't spend much time looking back and wouldn't hurt much, if any. I was sure it wasn't bravado or pretense, this kid was the real thing. Poor Jimmy.

"Is there anything you want me to tell Jimmy when I see him?" I asked.

"Just tell him you ran into Cindy on your way back and she asked you to give him the key." Simple, no adornment. I was beginning to like her. She was completely refreshing and I didn't want her to get away.

"I've got about half an hour left, would you like some coffee?"

"Can I have fruit juice instead?"

"Sure."

I bought it at a small stand near the riverwalk and we drank it sitting at a wrought iron table in the shade by the river. Thinking about it now, I honestly don't know what I was thinking at the time. Certainly I had no idea that things would turn out the way they did --- wouldn't have believed it if I had thought of it. I think I just wanted to hang on to her company for a while, to listen to the straight talk that was a bit naive but genuinely honest. It's in short supply these days.

The conversation moved easily from her just-ended relationship with Jimmy to other things, her college courses (she was in pre-law), my real estate venture (I had just rented out a town house in the suburbs and moved to an in-town apartment). The next thing I knew I was five minutes over the lunch period and I never want to set a bad example for the troops in the office. She reached around to retrieve her purse from the ground behind her chair and the stretch brought the hem of the little summer dress up a few inches.

The underside of her thigh looked as smooth as cream. Then she straightened and the curtain descended.

"Thanks for the juice," she said. She looked straight at me and I got the full force of her eyes for the first time. They were a clear gray and large under sweeping lashes. They gave you the idea that you could see clear inside her, that nothing was hidden from you. They were to have a powerful effect on me later.

"Listen, thanks for giving Jimmy the key. It's been really nice talking to you." It was the sort of thing anybody would say to end a conversation, but she made it sound genuine. She held my eyes for a few seconds more, added a warm, wide smile and was gone.

I thought about her a few times over the next two weeks, let my mind wander back to that afternoon and the easy way she had talked and been with me despite the difference in our ages. I had been a little stuffy at first, defensive about the age thing, but she didn't seem to notice either the stuffiness or the age. And always, there was that parting image, that long, level look and wide smile she gave me before she left. Had she been flirting or was I just wishing she had?

Anyway, it was something nice to remember and I was doing my best, one day, to push it aside before it became a middle-age fantasy when the phone rang.

"James Ross speaking."

"Hi James -- Mr. Ross. It's Cindy McCarthy, remember?"

"Oh, --- Yes, how are you. I mean, what can I do for you?" I was caught completely off guard and bumbled like a kid half her age. Before I could recover, she launched into an explanation.

"My aunt bought me a membership in the Hollis Museum of Art and I want to go to the opening of an exhibit but I don't want to go alone because it's downtown and it will be late when it's over. How about meeting me there and taking me home later?"

"Well, -- I -- uh, when? I mean what day?"

"Tonight. Sorry. I know it's short notice. Feel free to say no if you want to. It's early, though, the doors open at six and the whole thing's over at ten. Free wine and cheese."

She stopped talking and I tried hard to make my brain and mouth work at the same time.

"Can you make it?"

I decided to ignore the apparent contradiction about the hours and lateness. "Yeah, yeah, sure. That's The Hollis at six?"

"More like six-fifteen if I hurry. I get off at six."

"OK, then."

"Great, see you there." The receiver clicked in my ear and she was gone again.

I'm not usually a bumbler. In fact, I'm known in my own bailiwick as a pretty cool head in both business and personal relationships. But Cindy's call had caught me at the very moment that I was trying to tell myself to forget her and stop courting a mid-life crisis. The timing had been spooky. In any case, I was able to resume my usual confidence by the time I arrived at the museum a deliberate ten minutes late. She was waiting, dressed casually in jeans and a pale blue shirt.

The exhibit turned out to be something called a "Double Retrospective" featuring the work of two local artists, now dead. One was a folk artist who painted in a primitive style on old pieces of barn siding, fence posts and even corrugated roofing; it left me cold. The other one was a photographer who had recorded life in the South and the Mid-west during the 'thirties and 'forties. That, I liked.

When it was over, I drove Cindy to her apartment, one half of a duplex that had once been a single dwelling. It had been a fashionable neighborhood when it was built, had fallen into near-slum condition during the 'fifties and 'sixties, and was now being resurrected by urban pioneers and speculators. My own apartment was something like hers but bigger and in a slightly more up-scale area on the other side of downtown.

"You better park here, there's never a place in front. It's only three houses down."

She led me down the walk, up onto a large verandah-type porch and around to a side entrance where she unlocked a door leading into a hallway.

"Come on in. I've got a couple of specials I've been saving."

The specials turned out to be two cold bottles of very good English ale.

"I'm sorry," she said as she brought them in, "I didn't even ask you if you drink beer."

"I do, and this is a lot better than any beer. Thanks." She plopped down sideways in the center of the couch, one elbow on the back, her head on her knuckles and watched me while I drank. I sat on one end.

"I thought it would help make the evening worthwhile for you."

"Nonsense, I thoroughly enjoyed the exhibition --- well the photographs, anyway. I just hope I was an acceptable stand-in."

She smiled, almost laughed, swallowed a drink of ale and said, "You weren't a stand-in. I didn't invite anyone else." She whisked some foam off of her upper lip with the pink tip of her tongue. Her eyes were sparkling now and I got the first whiff of mischief. She was not silly, but very much in possession of herself and the moment. Her smile was was warm, her gaze was even.

"Do you always wait till the last minute to call your dates?"

"I didn't want you to think about it. I was afraid you'd talk yourself out of it because you think I'm too young for you."

"You mean you had this planned."

"Yes. You're not angry, I hope."

"No, just curious. Why me?"

She tucked one leg under her and turned on the couch to face me. "Because you're tall, you're handsome and you're older." Those eyes again. My God, she was telling the truth, holding nothing back. There was no coy smile, no simpering, no cuteness of any kind. Just simple candor clear down to the bottom. I could feel myself sliding toward awkwardness again, so I attacked.

"Older, eh. Did you think that was playing it safe?"

"No. It's something I wanted to do. I want the experience of spending time -- of being with an older man."

"And I got the honors. You don't know much about me. I might have terrible habits. I might mistreat women for fun and pleasure. I might take advantage of your inexperience. Hell, there are any number of melodramatic plots that you could be encouraging."

"Those things could happen no matter who you were. Besides, I know you a little better than you think. Jimmy's told me a lot about you. He looks up to you in many ways."

"I'm surprised. I've been kind of hard on him a few times."

"Well, he needs it. He even likes it a little, I think. You know, he took me to the office once before, a couple of months ago. I saw you talking to two men in suits with briefcases in the hallway. They were listening and nodding. I thought then that you would be an interesting man to know."

In other words, she wanted someone more mature than the self-important young Mr. Shepherd. It also occurred to me that she was probably tired of being treated like the sweet child she appeared to be. She was not a kid; she had surprised me all evening with her sophistication and self-possession.

"Jimmy thinks of me as some sort of cheerleader, a continuation of his college days when he was tearing up the playing fields and the hearts of co-eds. He thought I'd always be there waiting when he got finished doing whatever he was doing and decided to come back. I think it's been kind of hard on him to find out how things are in the real world."

"Well, don't you be too hard on him. He'll learn eventually."

"I don't want to wait."

That was her last chance to keep this on the level of a casual date. I lost my grip on my fatherly-advice pose. We locked eyes. Arms and lips followed with tongues not far behind. If I had had any misgivings about what was happening, they were melting fast in the heat of the moment. That first kiss was like opening the starting gates at the race track. Alarm bells rang and we were off! The next thing I knew, she was squirming into my lap with both her arms wrapped around my head and her tongue in my mouth. I leaned to my right and she went down on her back pulling me down on top of her. My left hand slid around to her breast. She gasped and took hold of it.

"Wait."

"What?"

"I want to do something. I'll be right back."

She slipped out from under me and disappeared into the bedroom. She was back in two minutes, the jeans and shirt replaced by a Chinese silk jacket that came down just below her bottom.

"I'd just like to go a little slower now," she said. And the smile she added promised that nothing would be left out. "There's a robe on the bed if you would like to change." That certainly got rid of any lingering doubts. She had obviously planned more than just the date.

I lost no time getting out of my clothes and into the robe, a black silk kimono-like affair, but definitely male. I was thankful for the time it gave me to get hold of myself. My pulse was racing with the thought of the gorgeous young woman waiting in the next room. I took a few deep breaths, relaxed my muscles and returned to the living room.

The light had been dimmed, but I could still see well enough. Music was coming from the stereo in the corner, some sort of cool, easy jazz. She was on the opposite side of the room and I had my first full view of her legs beneath the lounging jacket, trim ankles, strong calves, full round thighs that looked much longer than her height would allow. I remember thinking how beautifully proportioned she was. The word "architecture" went through my mind.

We came together in the middle of the room, neither of us hurrying, content to take our time now that the outcome was known. We danced a few slow steps, kissed, danced some more, kissed again and sank on to the sofa. She settled on my lap again where she seemed to like to be, kissing me deeply and gently. My hand went to her knee and started a slow, delicious slide up the outside of her leg. She pulled her lips away and smiled, put her hand on top of mine and pulled it around until it was between her thighs and pressed it tight. 

She was as soft as clouds, smooth as silk and her warmth traveled up my arm and spread through my chest. I glanced down and saw my hand buried between two voluptuous, ivory thighs. The flesh was deliciously warm and soft, pliant but firm. I slid my hand up and down to feel the velvet smoothness of them, ran my fingertips over them, watched them as she moved them provocatively together, held a handful of it, patted it, watched it jiggle and quiver as I slapped it a little harder. She mewed a little sound as I gripped the inside of one of them and felt deeply, massaging and kneading.

She lifted her face to mine and with another warm, wet kiss, her hand slid inside the robe onto my chest and kneaded the muscle there. I was delirious with desire. I let my hand wander up and down her thighs, around to her pert little bottom, squeezing and kneading, feeling her heat, her legs moving under my hand in squirmy anticipation. 

I pushed between her thighs again and ran my fingertip over the dampness in her crotch. She surprised me then by pushing off my lap and standing up directly in front of me. She untied the sash on the jacket and it slid from her shoulders, down her arms and onto the floor. Except for a very brief, wispy excuse for a pair of panties she was nude. She posed frankly, her hands demurely behind her back, displaying two round, surprisingly full breasts just inches from my eyes. Not big, but the same luscious ivory color as the insides of her thighs, with a thin tracery of blue veins faintly visible and nipples that were sharp and hard and pink. Her waist was tiny and served to accent the sudden flare of her hips. I could see the dark shadow of jet-black hair through her panties.

She settled back into my arms and lap with a sound like a cat's purr and a light in her eyes that promised everything that I could think of to want. After another long, slow kiss she showed me that the surprises were not over yet. She turned and lay on her stomach across my lap presenting me with a close view of that wonderful rear end that had captivated me in the office. I didn't catch on to the game until she looked over her shoulder, grinned and bit her lower lip in a mischievous way that tipped me off. I experimented with a light smack on that gorgeous rump. She took my other hand in hers and laid her face in my palm, kissing it. 

I'd known only one other girl who had liked this sort of fun. That had been in England twenty-five years ago and I had been too young to handle the situation with any sort of aplomb. I had been so flustered she finally gave up on me, called a cab, and left... I'd had a sense of failure about that encounter ever since.

Cindy's breath came a little faster now. She looked up, smiled, wriggled a little in my lap to let me know I was on the right track. I smacked her again, harder this time and she yelped a tiny yelp. I started playing a slow, languorous rhythm on her bottom as she squirmed and mewed. Each stroke caused the flesh on her bottom and thighs to ripple and quiver. My blood raced as I watched her soft ivory flesh turn pink. She clutched greedily at me, urging me on.

"Oh-h-h-h, that's good! I like that so much!!," she sobbed. I slapped her bottom a few more times, then slowly rotated my palm on the hot pink flesh, squeezing and feeling her soft, springy cheeks. She squeezed her legs tight together making a valentine of her delectable bottom and causing her pale white flesh to quiver deliciously at each slap.

I decided to up the ante. I drew my arm up and sent it down with more force than before. It produced a sharp smack and caused her bottom flesh to quiver and shake and got me more heated up than I had been in years. I paused long enough to slip the panties down to her knees, then my strokes got harder and her face screwed up with the sharpness of it. Her milky-white bottom was laced with red hand prints. I let the next few fall on the backs of her thighs. She caught her breath and kicked a bit in surprise at the sudden change of target but controlled herself. Her fingers dug deep into the pillow she had beneath her head.

"Harder," she said through a tight throat, and I picked up the pace and the force of the blows, letting them fall randomly on her beautiful, full round bottom and thighs. Each time my hand descended on her firm, gleaming, white flesh the slap was sharp and her cries were soft little sounds from behind clenched teeth.

Then, quick as a cat, she was off my lap and on the floor between my knees. She tore open my robe and grabbed hold of my cock which was standing up iron hard. She looked at it for a minute with a smile of happy anticipation, tears running down her cheeks, her pretty, red lips trembling. Then she took it into her mouth with a sound like a soft growl. Her head went up and down several times in rapid succession, then she backed off until only the head was in her mouth. Her big, luminous eyes locked with mine and my senses swam. That pretty, innocent face, tear-streaked and pale, with my raging cock poised right on her lips is one of the most erotic sights in my memory. Her tongue came out and played slowly around the head, her eyes shone into mine.


Cindy and Dana Ch. 01



She held my balls in her hand and gently massaged them, feeling their weight and the texture of the sack that held them. She slid her mouth down and took one of them in and rolled it around, then let it slip slowly out and went after the other. She made delicious little sounds in her throat from time to time and the vibrations went right through me. She found her way back to my cock and her tongue played around the head and under the glans until I thought I couldn't stand any more. But I wasn't willing to be finished off so fast. I took charge. Holding her head between my hands, I rose to my feet. She came up on her knees, never letting me go, circling my thighs with her arms. She forced herself to a slower rhythm, thrusting her mouth down and backing off until she nearly left me, then down again. Each time I went deeper. I could feel her teeth, sharp and hard and exciting against my shaft. I looked down at her pale, white, tear-stained face framed in her deep black hair; our rhythm more rapid now. I fought the explosion I felt approaching and thought I had it beaten. She took my cock in her hand, held it resting on her lower lip and looked up at me with those incredible eyes; then, she pumped hard with her hand. It was more than I could take. I bucked with the effort. She plunged down on my cock again, wrapped her arms around my thighs and buttocks never taking her eyes off mine. Her nails dug in and her mouth went up and down in long, hungry sucks and I came and she held me and I came.

Later, in bed, she lay with her head on my shoulder and her leg across mine.

"Did you like me?" she asked.

"Yes, very much," was all I could think of to say. I hadn't been asked that question in years. "And now, there is something I must do." 

I propped myself up on an elbow and looked down at her. The light from the street filtered through her curtains and showed me her face looking up at me, those incandescent eyes, wide, expectant, eager, thrilled with the uncertainty of what I was going to do. 

I silently stroked her thighs, inside and out, our gaze still locked to each other. She shuddered with anticipation and my hand slid slowly and purposely to her breast. I squeezed, feeling it deeply and completely. She began to slide her bottom around on the bed and make her little noises again. My hand drifted down and took a handful of her inner thigh and squeezed again; I wanted to feel her as deeply as I could, below the skin, into the flesh. And I wanted her to feel it that way, to know what I was doing. She rolled a little toward me as my hand traveled around to that perfect, soft, round bottom. I squeezed both cheeks, one at a time, hard enough to get a whimper, then moved quickly to the breast that I had left unattended.

"Mustn't play favorites," I murmured. 

Her breath came out in a nervous little laugh that turned into a gasp as I lowered my head and took her nipple between my lips, teasing it with my tongue. I sucked in as much of her breast as I could and heard her sigh. Her hands were gripping my arms, the nails biting in. I gave her other breast the same treatment, then started the descent. My tongue made little circles on her stomach and ribs as I meandered down the landscape. Just below her navel, when I began to feel her bush with my chin, I stopped and moved to her thigh just above her knee. Slowly, I worked my way up, sucking in the soft flesh of her inner thighs, moving from one to the other, biting gently, kneading her breasts with my fingers. Her thighs were wet with anticipation and the sweet scent served to make me hurry, but I fought it down and took my time, determined to be in control.

Her sounds had turned to moans now and she uttered a little wail as I spread her lips with my tongue and found her clit. I grasped her bottom in both hands and pushed my tongue deep inside her. Starting from far back each time, I brought it forward to lave her clit with the rough side. Her legs and hips were writhing in ecstasy, her hands gripped the old-fashioned, iron bedstead above her head. At last, I caught her clit between my lips and sucked and lashed it with my tongue. Her thighs tightened around my head and her hands grasped my hair. She heaved and twisted, and I had to hang on. Her stomach fluttered and she slowly began to settle back onto the sheets, her breath coming out in long, audible sighs.

I moved up and entered her in one, clean, sliding motion, feeling her, tight and hot around me. She sucked in her breath and clung to me as if she were drowning, bucking her hips up and down with renewed fury. I braced myself on my hands and looked down at her. She opened her lovely eyes and for one moment everything stopped and we were suspended without time or space. Then it passed, she gripped me tighter and I forced her to the bed thrusting with a ferocity that brought us both to climax in a few seconds.

We lay together, naked in the hot summer night. She moved closer, gently took my hand and pulled my arm around her. We talked for a while, low murmurs of the profound and the ridiculous, then we slept.



Cindy and Dana Ch. 02



Cindy was exciting, energetic and sexually precocious. Her light-hearted approach to life and its passages was somewhat startling at times, but refreshing, and it brought a brisk new breeze into my life that had been missing for some time. I was just enough older to be surprised at her directness, especially in matters of the bedroom. To be completely honest, I must confess to a little frustration with her casual treatment of our relationship, the way she took it for granted and ignored what were, for me, the norms of courtship. Still, she was a hot little package and I could never have stayed away when she wriggled her ripe little butt and smiled her invitation. When she was with me, she was there one hundred percent, aggressive, uninhibited and generous. She never refused any position or act that struck my fancy but joined eagerly in any experiment sometimes laughing and adding her own delightful twist. I regarded her voracious, youthful appetite for sex with wonder and gratitude.

Dana was an entirely different being. Very tall, very blonde, very introspective and, to all appearances, very cool and self-possessed. She owned her own business, a small bookkeeping and accounting firm with an office in the same building where Cindy worked. That's how we met. I went to a party in Cindy's office and there she was. I couldn't help but notice her; she was an incredible Scandinavian blonde. And tall. I'm six-four but she was just below eye-level with me, and in only two-inch heels at that.

And all six-feet-plus of her was put together exactly right. She had a figure that could not be hidden even by the severely tailored business suit that she was wearing. Half the men in the room were having trouble keeping their eyes off of her and the other half weren't trying.

Her pale blonde hair was pulled back in a severe bun at the nape of her neck but it did little to diminish the sensual beauty of her classic features. Lips full and ripe and a little petulant; smooth, even, well-tanned skin with only a hint of makeup; frosty blue eyes that noticed everything and revealed the well-ordered intelligence behind them but also sparked with quick humor when something struck her as funny.

After Cindy's introductions the three of us stood in a corner and talked for a while. The two of them were very easy together, relaxed and casual the way women are when they genuinely like one another. This seemed more surprising after a few minutes of conversation. Cindy was very wise and knowing for her age but she was still something of a girl. Dana was a mature, sophisticated woman, cultured and refined. I remember wondering how two personalities at such different stages of development had come together in what was obviously a genuine friendship; it seemed unlikely somehow.

Inevitably, others invaded us. Again, Cindy made the required introductions and the three of us were drawn apart by conversations. While I was talking to Cindy's boss, I caught Dana's eye from across the room and she stayed locked on a moment or so longer than I would have expected. Whenever I caught Cindy's eye, I got her patented devil-may-care smile with eyes to match. Once, she drifted over and pinched me on the butt.

"Having a good time, sailor?"

"Sure, but when do we get out of here?"

"Any time you want, BUT, I've been summoned to the family domicile for some reason and my father wouldn't be put off, said it was ‘awfully important’.” Here I received her patented soulful look from under her lashes. “Another time though, --- promise!" She drew the X on her heart with her finger and pecked me on the cheek.

That killed the evening and any desire I had to hang around an office party. Still, I lingered long enough to be polite. At last Cindy broke free and headed my way.

“I’m off. If you don’t mind, would you give Dana a lift? Her usual ride took off at five to pick up her kids and she’s stranded . . . Dana, that is. You don’t mind, do you? She lives in your part of town and . . .”

“OK, OK, no problem.” 

“Oh, don’t be so disappointed. I’m not going to disappear for good. Call me this weekend, OK?” She gave me one of her most fiendish smiles while she copped a feel of my butt with her free hand and I grinned back. 

“That’s better,” she said, “now I’m going to get our coats and I think Dana’s ready so we can go down together. Just be a sec.”

If I had been less absorbed with my own problems I would have caught the whiff of mischief in the air, but I was still a little selfishly miffed because Cindy and I wouldn’t be shaking the sheets later on. You know how it is: when you, been looking forward to rock and roll it’s hard to settle for jazz.

Cindy parted company with us in the parking lot and scooted off in her mustang convertible --- the vanity plate read “Sin D.” I wondered what Papa thought of that. I unlocked the passenger door of my Mercedes and handed Dana into it. Her knees and long slender calves flashed in the streetlight and I suddenly realized that I was at loose ends for the evening with a beautiful woman who seemed to have no plans either.

“I’m hungry,” I said, “there’s a good Italian place a few blocks away, how about some dinner?”

“Sure,”

The menu at Il Ristorante d’Toscana was extensive and included all of the standard dishes as well as some of the less well-known northern cuisine dishes that I especially liked. We ordered wine and studied the selections for a few minutes. Then she let her menu fall closed on the table and leaned back against the booth.

“Oh, I can’t decide,” she said. “I’ve made decisions all day long. Order something for me, will you? I’m tired of working. I want to be carried along for the rest of the night.”

There was a subtle undercurrent of electricity in her voice that sharpened my attention. She smiled across the table at me and held my eyes for a few seconds, then dropped hers demurely. I got the message . . . I hoped.

The rest of the dinner was passed in languid conversation, wandering wherever I happened to guide it. If she had seemed icy at the office party, she was thawing nicely now. By the time dessert arrived, she was glowing with warmth and eagerness, leaning across the booth, to smile and laugh softly at my conversational sallies. 

I decided to satisfy my curiosity about her and Cindy.

“Forgive the inquiry, but how did you and Cindy hit it off? You seem to be an unlikely pair.”

“Yes . . . half of the people in the building think we are . . . uh . . .more than friends. The truth is there was a fire drill and I was caught in the hall away from my office. I had to go out in twelve-degree weather with only my suit. Cindy saw me and grabbed a coat from her office for me. We’ve been friends ever since. She’s a sharp one to be so young.” 

Her voice was a pleasure. There was just the hint of accent, a lilt that sounded familiar somehow, so I tried to finesse her birthplace.

“How did you wind up in this town, anyway?”

“You mean where did I come from?” The glint in her eye told me she was on to me; I’d have to watch my step with this one. “I was born in Denmark and educated in England and Germany. My husband was an American businessman from Philadelphia whom I met while working in London. He brought me here. We divorced. He left. I stayed.”

“You’ve told that story before.”

“Not so many times, really. I just like to keep it short . . .as it deserves to be.” 

Maybe it was the voice, maybe the tilt of her chin, but I suddenly identified the strange familiarity: she sounded like Ingrid Bergman. I paid the bill and we strolled casually into the parking lot. She slipped her hand into the crook of my elbow and I felt it all the way into my chest. I kissed her lightly before settling her into the seat. When I got in, she moved as close as the bucket seats would allow and covered my hand with hers on the gearshift lever, her head relaxed on the seat back. She smiled in the soft light from the instruments. Nothing else was said. We went to my place.

As soon as the door was closed behind us I took her in my arms for a serious kiss. When it ended she laid her head on my chest and sighed deeply. After a few seconds, she glanced up, smiled and went straight to the center of the living room and looked around.

“This is very . . .cozy. I like it.”

“I like having you here. You make the place warmer.”

There was a slightly awkward pause. She ended it by removing the jacket of her dark blue tailored suit. Her breasts moved excitingly under the white silk blouse, something I’m sure I was being treated to. She let the jacket fall on a side chair, then, with a smile at me, she crossed to the couch and sat on one end.

I sat close to her, leaned over and kissed her again. This time I pushed my tongue between her lips and felt them stiffen, then yield, then open. Our tongues fenced lightly and hers followed mine back home for a little more play. 

When we finally broke the kiss she said, “M-mm, I liked that very much. May I have some more, please?”

I gathered her into my arms and her mouth was hot on mine, open and wet and mobile, her tongue a sinuous little dancer. We parted gasping and I let my hand caress her breast softly, suggesting. She smiled and her fingers moved to the buttons on the blouse.

“Shall I remove this for you?” She enjoyed the reaction that I couldn’t keep out of my face and her smile widened. She added more.

“I’m not wearing a bra . . . and I would like for you to look at me . . . .at my breasts . . . .if you want to.”

“Yes . . . please . . . Take it off,” was all I could manage to mutter. Her fingers worked nimbly, descending quickly from button to button. Our eyes were locked and I swore I would keep looking into her eyes until she finished.

“Here,” she said and pulled the blouse open with both hands. I almost lost the carefully cultivated cool that I had been wearing. Her breasts were larger than I had imagined. They sloped down from her chest in a long ski-run of suntanned flesh ending in perfect pink nipples as big as berries set in large circles of rough, pink flesh. The undersides described two beautiful symmetrical arcs that hung heavily above a smooth, flat stomach. I gazed for what must have been nearly a full minute, trying to memorize their perfection.

“Well, do you like what you see?” She leaned forward and both luscious globes hung down temptingly. “Touch me, James, . . . I want you to touch me.”

I responded by slipping my hand beneath one ripe curve and lifting it slightly. I fondled it gently, felt its weight and warmth and she must have felt how my fingers trembled with mounting passion. I squeezed and thumbed the nipple, then did the same to the other breast. I bent and kissed it, tongued the nipple lightly. Her breathing quickened. I took the nipple and as much surrounding flesh as I could manage into my mouth and sucked strongly.

“Ah-h-h-h-h!”

My first impulse was to rip off the rest of her clothes and throw her onto the floor but I resisted . . . just barely. Let’s see, I thought, what she will do.

I pulled back and saw her gazing at me, her eyes bright with anticipation. I decided to retake the initiative. I want you to look at me, she had said. Okay, then. I rose, crossed to the wall, switched on the track lights and adjusted them to a spot just in front of the fireplace. Then I sat in my easy chair and looked at her. Her breathing was more rapid now and her smile was tight and nervous but her eyes and voice remained steady.

“You’re very beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“Show me.”

From then on it was as if I didn’t exist, as if she were alone in her own room. She rose and crossed into the light, letting her blouse fall to the floor in front of the fireplace. Her breasts swayed provocatively. I pushed the large leather footstool toward her. She sat on it, slid her skirt up over her knees, then she straightened the leg nearest me and drew the skirt up to reveal stockings and a garterbelt. I caught the flash of smooth, suntanned thigh. She released the clasps and peeled the stocking down her leg and off, then the other, deliberately but without hurry or excessive show. She stood, unhooked and unzipped the skirt and it joined the blouse on the floor. The half-slip beneath it was short, less than halfway down her long, silky thighs.

She reached up, undid her hair and shook it free to cascade over her shoulders and halfway down her back, long, fine, straight and bright as sunlight. She combed her fingers through it, then reached for the waistband of the slip. She paused, then smiled briefly and reached for the hem instead. She raised the slip up to her waist and stood displaying her legs, long columns of gorgeous golden flesh. Her ankles were trim, her calves slender and sinewy. Above them rose thighs that were long, full and mature, like her breasts. There was nothing of the teen-ager left about her. She was all woman! Her eyes never acknowledged me but remained on the floor or on her self or focused somewhere in the distance. But I could tell she relished her own performance and the effect that it was having on me.

She took a few steps across in front of me, posed and turned her back gathering the slip up to the small of her back to give me a view of the backs of her thighs and her bottom. Her panties were very brief and lacy and clung to her bottom to reveal clearly the cleft between her buttocks. Then, she pushed the slip down over her hips. It slid down her legs into a puddle of silk and lace leaving her in nothing but the panties that were almost too brief to answer the need. She stood there for a minute, tall and tanned and glorious. I felt my heart lurch and my cock twitch and rise. 

Only then did she look directly at me. She crossed the carpet and slipped quickly astride my legs, her knees in the chair seat on either side of me. She allowed me to gaze at her wondrous breasts for a minute or two, then, placing her hands on my shoulders, she leaned up and in and those two lovely orbs settled on my face. I captured a nipple in my mouth and sucked gently. She sighed softly, then pulled easily away turning my face up with her hands and placing her open mouth on mine. Her tongue slipped between my lips and squirmed deliciously. 

We kissed for a long time, hard and violently, as if it were a contest. My hands mauled her big gorgeous tits, twisted the nipples and squeezed hard. She groaned and squirmed in my lap but when I began to go easier, she placed her hands on mine and urged me on. I crushed her lips with mine and pressed cruelly. She gave it back and we gasped and licked and bit each other’s tongues and lips till we were so hot we were insane with it.

She backed smoothly off of the chair, pulled me to my feet and sank down before me. Her hands worked my belt and fly and in seconds, my cock was free and bobbing before her aristocratic face. She caught her breath and shot me a quick, appreciative glance when she realized the size of it as it waved before her. She closed both hands around the shaft and squeezed lightly, encouragingly. Her face was flushed and her smile was broad. One hand dipped below, caressed my balls softly.

Then, her hands dropped to the tops of her thighs and she settled back on her heels and looked up at me expectantly. Her face was an erotic dream --- flushed and tear-streaked and her breath came through bruised and puffy lips.

I was riding an adrenaline high! Her face inflamed me as much as her heaving tits. My cock waved in front of me, long and thick and as hard as I ever remember it being. Suddenly, I realized that she had stopped, had settled back on her heels and was looking up at me with a bemused smile, waiting --- waiting for me to take over. 

I grasped a handful of her hair and pulled her face roughly forward. Her hands pushed halfheartedly against my thighs but I overcame it and pushed my cock against her puffy lips. She offered more token resistance, enough to make it interesting, but took it in at last, letting the head slide over her lips and thrilling me with the gentle pressure of her teeth. Her tongue worked over the head; her hands rested lightly on my thighs. 

I let her suck and lick in her own way until we were settled in and I felt her lips pulling on me with lust and need. I placed my hands on either side of her face and moved my hips in and out, slowly fucking her mouth, selfishly taking satisfaction. She responded, her cheeks hollowing with the sucking, her beautiful face flushed in the beam from the track light. The sight of her gorgeous, classic face with my stiff cock protruding from it gave a powerful boost to my excitement. I pulled slowly out until the head rested on her lips. She sucked obediently. I pushed in with agonizing slowness, letting her feel every inch, forcing her mouth wider with the thickness of the root.

She came up and off of my cock with a fierce sucking pull, held it against my belly with her hand and sucked one of my balls into her mouth. I nearly exploded. She shifted to the other and her warm, wet mouth pulled dangerously at it. She kept sucking on each in turn and finally captured both of them at once, sucking and tonguing them, stroking my shaft with her hand. 

Finally, she moved back to the head of my cock, sucking it in and pushing it out until I was nearly wild with the need of it. Then she plunged her head up and down in rapid, rolling sucks. I felt the climax begin to build and did nothing to hold it back. She felt the tension through me and her hands went around to my ass and I felt her nails dig in. That did it. I came like a rocket and she uttered a little cry of satisfaction. She grasped the shaft and poised the head on her lips to catch the semen, sucking and swallowing. The second spurt blasted between her lips and a small streak ran down to coat her chin. The last of it shot across her cheek and ran down onto her neck. I gazed down at her gorgeous face, streaked with come, her slippery lips still puffy from the violent kissing. She smiled up at me, her blue eyes deep and soft in the lamplight. Then, she covered the head with her lips and sucked and sucked and swallowed till I was dry. Then, we sank to the floor together. Her head snuggled into the hollow of my shoulder and she sighed contentedly. I squeezed a handful of her lovely ass.

“I’m so glad you’re a little rough!” she said.

We lay beside each other on the thick pile carpet until the chill forced us to seek the comfort of my bed. As we mounted the stairs, I let her go ahead of me so I had a very intimate view of her luscious bottom in action. Her hips swayed hypnotically and the round globes of her buttocks moved against each other with every step. I slid my hand up the inside of her long, silky thigh and lodged it high between her cheeks. The warm, soft friction of her flesh as she climbed the stairs was maddeningly delicious. She stopped and smiled over her shoulder and increased the pressure of her thighs. She had regained some of the cool self-possession of the earlier part of the evening but there was a throb of lust running beneath it. I could see it in her eyes and in the flush of her cheeks beneath the tan. 

When we reached the top, I left my hand where it was and reached for her breast with the other. She slipped an arm around my waist, smiled up at me and found my balls with her free hand. We stood there in the hallway kissing and fondling each other until she pulled her mouth away and asked, "Can we please take a shower?" Somehow we got through the bathroom door without letting go of each other.

I turned the shower on and adjusted it to a tolerable temperature while Dana tied up her hair. Then we entered the shower and let the hot needles massage us for a while. Her golden skin glowed and small rivulets of water ran down her body, dripped from her nipples and coursed down the long, long length of her remarkable legs.




Cindy and Dana Ch. 02



I was no novice at sex, but Dana was the most stunningly beautiful woman ever to come into my life, let alone into my shower. Her six-foot frame was topped by honey blond hair framing the face of an aristocrat with cheekbones that fashion models would cheerfully kill for and a body that you associate with the term "earth goddess". Now that my lust had been satisfied for a while I was going to take my time and enjoy every gorgeous detail of her.

I began with her legs. I knelt in front of her, worked up a soapy lather and began to work it into her ankles, feet and calves. As I worked higher, I used both hands to grip her leg just above the knee and massage the lather into her skin, kneading the flesh of her thigh. I spent a long time on that magnificent bottom, squeezing the flesh through my fingers. I soaped and washed gently each breast in turn, covering each in a coat of lather, rinsing them with water from my hands. She dissolved into laughter when I dabbed shampoo onto the fine blonde hair of her mons. I finished with a firm scrubbing of her back and was pleased to hear her make quiet sounds of satisfaction.

Then it was my turn. Her ministrations were gentle but not weak. Her hands were strong and worked deep into my muscles, driving out the fatigue and tension built up during the week. She spent as much time on my butt as I had spent on hers, kneading and squeezing till I felt myself coming to life again. Then her hands were on my cock, lathering, stroking, squeezing some more. She moved my balls around in her hands gently, closing her hand just tightly enough to drive my erection higher. When she was satisfied she rinsed me, tucked my cock between her thighs and circled my neck with her arms. The kiss was long and hot and slow. It ended with her tongue blazing far inside my mouth, her hips slowly grinding against my pelvis and her thighs tugging at my cock.

We dried each other with rough towels that made the blood tingle in our veins and put an even richer glow on her flawless skin. I was still in no great hurry as I led her to the bedroom.

I lit a single lamp on the far side of the room. I turned to her and was surprised to see her regarding me with a strange, apprehensive gaze as I came toward her. Then it occurred to me that she had given me all the choices and she didn't know what I would do, what pleased me, how I satisfied myself with women. Without the urgency I had felt earlier, I was in true control. It was dangerous for her and she was enjoying the thrill of a ride with an unknown driver.

I jerked the spread off of the bed. "Lie down," I said, and she did. She watched me, breathless, as I stood over her drinking in the sight of her. I couldn't get enough. With her hair spread out behind her on the pillow, she was nearly as long as the bed. One knee was raised slightly, her arms above her head in a gesture that looked like complete surrender. Her breasts were round, peaked hills falling slightly away to the sides. Her eyes were deep blue again, her lips slightly parted, her gaze intense.

"Hold your breasts up." She obediently placed her hands on either side of her breasts and held them up, soft, pink-tipped mounds for my delight.

"Part your legs.” She looked up, flushing, and hesitated. Then, reluctantly moved them apart a few inches. 

“Further." She closed her eyes. I could see her breathing deepen as the golden thighs drifted apart until I could see clearly the thin wispy blonde down that fringed her cunt. When I looked back at her face, her eyes were steady into mine, obedient but defiant. I flashed on her face as it had looked in the living room, on her knees, my cock between her lips. This round belongs to her, I reminded myself.

I got on my knees between her legs and placed my hands on the tops of her thighs and squeezed until she winced, slid them around until I held her bottom in my hands and did the same there. Then, I bent to my work. 

She was wet with anticipation and the musky fragrance of her drove me wild. I parted her lips with my tongue and drove it in as far as I could. I heard her suck in her breath as she arched her back to help me. Her thighs closed about my ears shutting out all sound. I closed my eyes and the world disappeared completely. She was the universe. Her soft, round legs rubbed delightfully against the sides of my face. I kneaded and squeezed her magnificent ass. Her clit was a hard little berry, buttered with her own juices; her cunt lips were wet and slick. I looked up and saw her stomach contracted to a hollow valley and her hands caressing and pinching her breasts. 

Her urgency mounted quickly. She was taking her pleasure in my mouth just as I had earlier taken mine in hers. Her head twisted from side to side, her back arched. Her movements became so strong and sudden they nearly dislodged me and I gripped her buttocks hard, lashing my tongue across her clit till I heard her moans become a high-pitched wail.

When she came, she shuddered and rolled from side to side in ecstasy, gripping my hair until it hurt, arching high off the bed and forcing her cunt to my mouth. I hung on and licked and sucked until she fell back and let go a deep sigh. She pulled me up by the shoulders until she could cover my face with hot, wet kisses, licking her own substance from my lips and chin, trembling, holding me hard against her.

My cock was roaring. "Turn over!" I commanded, and flipped her onto her stomach. She gasped in surprise. "Here!" I forced a pillow under her pelvis, raising her bottom slightly. I dragged her thighs apart none too gently and lowered myself between them. I lay on top of her, my cock in the crease of her soft, round ass. My hands swooped below her ribs and captured her tits. I squeezed and teased and listened to her gasps and whimpers. Her gorgeous bottom gyrated against my groin and I felt her legs moving apart as she sought for purchase on the bed. Her hair against my face was fragrant with a soft light perfume that may have been nothing more than her perfume.

Suddenly she lurched back against me and strained hard, a soft growling noise in her throat. I eased back and used my hand to guide my cock to her, giving her in one long, slow but steady thrust the one thing she wanted in all the world now. I ground my pelvis into her ass and felt the hot, spasming depths of her cunt contract around me. Her breath rushed out and we quivered with the effort of holding still when all we wanted to do was slam against each other till the eruption overtook us.

Finally, I forced her slowly down to till her pelvis rested against the pillow. I began a slow but deep in-and-out that soon had fiery shivers running through both of us. She spread her legs wider to welcome me and tell me that she wanted me --- all of me! I responded with every centimeter I had. Her cunt was sopping; her wetness slicked my groin. When I felt my climax begin to rise I slacked off, eased out and away from her. I felt her hold her breath at the premature loss as my still-hard cock slipped from between her swollen cunt lips. 

I pulled away and turned her over, spread her legs again and settled between them. My cock found its way with only a little help, this time from her. Then her arms went around my shoulders and pulled me down to a long wet kiss. Her body moved under me reminding me what I was there for and I took the helm again. Soon I was plunging wildly, fucking her with frenzy and abandon, reaching for the stars in one lung-burning sprint. 

She locked her legs around my waist and gave me back everything that I was giving her, her pelvis bucking into me, her tits flying beneath me. The smooth, slick interior of her cunt gripped my cock and demanded the finish line. I braced my legs and clenched down, determined to send her soaring. Her strangled cry of release was like a signal and I poured myself into her with a guttural cry of my own.

We lay a long time, silent, caressing and breathing together. Finally, I spoke.

“Is there anything that I can get for you?”

“I’m thirsty!”

“Me too. What would you like?”

“Got any orange juice?”

“Sure. Want to come down or shall I bring it up to you?”

“I’ll come down.”

I donned my bathrobe and gave Dana one of my oversized flannel shirts. The tail barely covered her lovely bottom. In the kitchen, I poured juice for us and set out a small dish of cheese. Dana broke the silence.

“Well, this has been a lovely and eventful evening!” she said.

“Yes, I am a fortunate man.”

She let a minute or two go by, then asked, “Worried about Cindy?”

“Should I be?”

She blushed a little and smiled broadly. “No.”

It was an admission of sorts. I had already guessed that Dana and I had been set up with each other by our mischievous mutual pixie. We grinned at each other in the certainty that we both knew. I waited to see if silence would flush any more of the plot out into the open.

“I didn’t know until you showed up that you would be at the party tonight,” Dana said. “Did Cindy tell you that you’d be meeting me?”

“Didn’t know you existed till we were introduced.”

“She told me she had to go to see her parents and that you would gladly give me a ride.”

“Same thing she told me.” I poured a little more juice into both of our glasses and tossed the empty container into the trash. 

Dana waited till she had my attention and then, looking straight into my eyes, said, “Let’s be grateful!”

I took Dana back to bed where we both soon sank into easy, exhausted sleep. Toward dawn I woke her and curved myself around her from behind. We fucked once more, slowly, tenderly, with warm affection if not the heated frenzy of the evening before.



Cindy and Dana Ch. 03



Conclusion

The limo was a real surprise. Dana had said nothing about a limo, only that she would "pick me up" for an evening on the town to celebrate my birthday and that I was to wear my tux. She said nothing about a stretch limo. But there it was, long and low and sleek in the early evening light. Oh, she had told me there would be a surprise, all right, and as I walked down to the curb I was guessing that the limo must be it. It was only the first one. I was in for multiple surprises as the evening played out.

The second wasn't long in coming. As I bent through the door that the driver held for me, I saw not only the long and lovely blonde Dana, but the petite and luscious Cindy as well. Both women were smiling with glee at my expression.

"Surprise!" they chorused, and pulled me in to sit between them. They were gorgeously got up in evening gowns. Dana's was an ice blue floor-length that left one shoulder bare and showed a promising rise of breast above the top. Cindy wore a saucy little black number, strapless, that showed a fetching cleavage produced by a well-engineered bra. The skirt ended just above her knees, her legs resplendent in black patterned nylons. Their make-up was light and tasteful but designed for evening, giving an exotic cast to their faces that somehow also lent an air of similarity to them. I fleetingly imagined them working happily away at it together, planning the effect.

We settled back in the seat as the limo took off. Dana crossed her long bare legs causing the gown to slip aside exposing one glowing, well-tanned thigh. She pulled the gown over it demurely, but smiled promisingly. Cindy took up the conversation.

"Do you like my stockings?" She pulled the hem of the lacy little dress up to her crotch revealing the plump, white flesh at the tops of the nylons. I reached for one and managed only to brush the warm flesh with my fingertips before she pushed my hand away.

"That's for later. This is for now.' She reached up and took my head in her hands and gave me a soft, warm kiss, darting her tongue impudently between my lips for an instant.

"Hey! I'm here, too, you know," and Dana pulled me around for similar attention, her long, patrician face lighting with a dazzling smile as we parted. It looked like a fun night.

The restaurant was one of the oldest in the city . . . and one of the best. We were ushered through the dining room amidst curious stares and covetous looks, to a private room with a round oak table almost completely surrounded by a soft, booth-like seat upholstered in dark blue velvet. A chandelier with about two dozen real candles cast a warm glow over the linen, gleamed from the china, reflected from the silver, and shimmered on the shoulders of my two escorts.

They sat close on either side of me and were as attentive as slave girls, feeding me delicacies from the appetizer platter and filling my wine glass at every opportunity. 

They were sparkling and effervescent, warm and affectionate, giving me warm, deep kisses when no one else was in the room. But when I tried to close my hand over the firm and tempting flesh beneath the table, I was playfully but firmly repelled and told to wait for the appropriate time.

When dinner had ended, when the chocolate mousse had disappeared, when the last champagne bottle had been turned upside down in its bucket and Dana had signed the credit card check, we headed for the limo. I was itching for some of the action that had been promised at every turn of the evening and was rewarded with a warm kiss from Cindy and the delight of her upper thigh where the nylons became flesh. Dana was giving instructions to the driver and if I hadn't been so lost in lust I probably would have picked up on the fact that she was taking longer at it than the drive home to one of our places would have required.

As it was, I didn't catch on to the fact that we were leaving the city until we were on the highway headed north. I can be forgiven the lapse because Dana, as soon as she reentered the limo, wrapped her arms around my head and pushed her tongue into my mouth in exactly the aggressive way she knew turned me on. Then, sitting back she slipped the gown off of her shoulder and revealed one big, round, luscious breast. It bobbled a little as it settled from the loss of support, but didn't descend more than a half-inch. It sat there, tanned and tantalizing, the nipple in its wide pink aureole staring back at me. I cupped the underside in my hand and felt its heft and warmth, heard her sigh through another kiss.

I felt something warm on the back of my neck and turned to see Cindy on her knees in the seat behind me, both of her sweet, round, impudent tits exposed and resting on my neck, the tiny rosebud nipples hard as pebbles. I kissed them and tongued the nipples, then turned back to Dana and sucked her nipple in, taking as much breast as I could into my mouth. Jealousy was obviously not a part of this little menage, but I could see that I would have to be very careful not to play favorites.

When I finally noticed that we had been in the car longer than it would take to reach any of the three apartments, I asked where we were headed, not that I cared a lot at that point.

"That's another surprise," said Cindy with a schoolgirl giggle, "you'll like it, I guarantee it."

"Just relax, birthday boy," added Dana, "Leave the driving to us for tonight."

We left the highway somewhere in the foothills and traveled a county road for about fifteen minutes, then a long driveway, at least a quarter-mile, to a large, modern house set back in the hills. The grounds were expensively maintained; I thought I saw deer grazing on the lawn.

At the house there was an array of cars, all expensive, sitting in the drive but no other limos that I could see. We were welcomed by a middle-aged gentleman who seemed to be acting as butler, but was not dressed as one, nor was his manner deferential.

"Just this way please," he said, a little sharply, "We're about to begin." He ushered us quick-time through the house and onto a patio where several seats had been arranged facing a raised platform about ten feet square and a foot or eighteen inches high; anything taking place on the platform would be at eye-level to anyone seated before it. Thousands of tiny, clear bulbs had been strung in the trees and on the overhead trellis. Other couples and small groups already occupied some of the easy chairs and loveseats in front of the platform and it was plain that everything was waiting for us. Our seats, on a sofa directly in front of the platform, had obviously been reserved; we were seated just as the lights in the trees were dimming. What follows is, to the best of my memory, an account of that remarkable presentation. 

A pool of light came up on the platform as the string lights were turned out. A tall, handsome young man whose body rippled with athleticism placed a sturdy wooden chair in the center of the pool. He was wearing a pair of bikini briefs and nothing else. The great, lumpy mass of his genitals was accentuated by the hard sheen of the red fabric. I felt Cindy stir and heard her utter a little sound of appreciation at the sight. I turned to Dana and saw her eyes riveted on the young man's crotch, a broad smile on her lips.

Then, the man who had met us at the door appeared leading a stunning young woman by the hand. She was brunette, with deep, black hair, like Cindy's, falling in rolling waves a foot below her shoulders. But where Cindy's skin was a flawless, alabaster white, hers was a dusky olive. I guessed South America, Mexico or perhaps, even Mediterranean. Judging from the beautiful, heart-shaped face framed by the ebony hair, she couldn't have been more than twenty-two or -three, maybe even in her late teens. With the three-inch heels she was, perhaps, five-foot-ten or -eleven, but her figure was a perfectly curved hourglass accentuated by a slender, nipped-in waist.

The man led her to the center of the platform, turned her around, as in a strange, musicless dance, slowly two or three times, stopping with her back to us. Her gown was ankle-length and fit her like a glove, accentuating every lovely curve of her very voluptuous body. It was a deep, dark red velvet and seemed almost to burn like banked coals in the lights. It clung to her form like a kid glove, the crease between her cheeks distinctly visible. It was obviously tight, as if she had been sewn into it, the skirt was straight and narrow, hobbling her walk. 

The man released her hand and left her standing there in the light in the middle of the platform with her back to us. A second man, dressed in black slacks and black turtle-neck, taller, more distinguished-looking joined her on the platform. He walked over to her and began to stroke her bottom, running his hand over the velvet curves, pressing the gown up tight beneath her cheeks to show her roundness. Then, without hesitation, he delivered a half-dozen sharp slaps to her buttocks with his open hand. If she made a sound, I didn't hear it, but Cindy let out a quiet little yelp and covered her mouth with her hand.

He turned the brunette around till she was full front to the watchers, knelt and, grasping her gown at the hem, ripped it up to her crotch. He rose, moved behind her and reached around to hold the gown open exposing two long, rich, round thighs that tapered to slender legs beneath her knees. She posed there for a moment, one leg slightly in front of the other while the spectators feasted their eyes. The gleam of bright red panties was just visible at the apex of the rip. Her eyes were closed, her head up, her full, crimson lips quivering just slightly.

The man's hands went to the top of her bodice and ripped it down to the beltline. An audible gasp rose out of the watchers as he peeled away the fabric and her breasts sprang free. They had obviously been restrained by the gown for they were huge and round, the kind of breasts that inspire comparison to ripe melons -- large ones. They were bigger than Dana's and perfectly round, high and resilient with the firmness of youth. The dark nipples, as big as the end of my finger, stiffened in the night air, stood out erotically from the large, dark circles that surrounded them. She closed her eyes and turned her head in an effort to escape the greedy gaze of the fascinated spectators.

The man released a catch at her beltline and the gown dropped into a puddle at her feet. He unhitched a catch at each side of her thong bikini bottoms and removed them from between her legs. She stood before us, except for her three-inch spike heels, completely and gloriously nude. Her thick, black bush had been neatly trimmed to reveal the contours of her mons and was enticingly damp; no tan lines interrupted the smooth, dusky complexion. 

Once again she was led about the stage and turned and posed before each couple to display the lush perfection of her body. Now her huge breasts swayed and her spike heels gave a roll to her buttocks that had not been noticeable when encased in the tight, red gown.

When she paused before the three of us, the man fondled her breasts, cupping them, raising them, letting them fall. Then, turned her and exhibited her bottom to us at close quarters, stroked it smoothed it. I could see his fingers sink into the firm, soft flesh, watch the sheen of her skin as it rippled beneath his touch. He ended by slapping her bottom hard, twice on each cheek. I could feel my breathing deepen as the red handprints appeared in her quivering flesh. Cindy started and clutched my arm; Dana's hand found mine and pulled it into her lap for a slow, hard squeeze.

The girl was led to the chair; the man sat on it and drew her slowly, face down, across his lap. The lights shifted, darkening the rest of the stage, concentrating attention on the chair and its occupants. They were not six feet from us and every detail was clearly illuminated in bright stage light.

The man began slowly to massage her buttocks, rubbing the palm of his hand over one of them at a time in a circular motion, squeezing a handful of flesh, raising it as high as possible and letting it drop back to settle with a quiver. He adjusted his position on the chair so that her bottom and thighs were more clearly visible to the spectators. Lovingly, his hands wandered over her, stroking and caressing thigh and bottom, pausing to feel her deeply, traveling up between her legs to the dark crease where they met.

Then, he began to slap her bottom lightly, mere pats, just hard enough to make the flesh quiver slightly. The force increased till the blows were making an audible smack and causing her flesh to jump and quiver excitingly. Her feet began to jerk involuntarily and she held hard to the legs of the chair but still no sound escaped her.

The slaps were very hard now; her bottom turning visibly red beneath them. He shifted his focus to the backs of her thighs and rained blows up and down each in turn till they were as red as her cheeks. The smack of his palm on her flesh was sharp in the still night air.

The young man who had first placed the chair appeared again with a small cruet and handed it to the man on the chair who opened it and poured a quantity of oil onto her bottom, rubbing it in and massaging the reddened area. He poured more oil and paused to let us watch it run down her bottom into the crevice between her cheeks adding a luster to the thick black hair. It ran onto her thighs, streaking them and gleaming in rivulets down to her knees. Her bottom shone in the stage lights; handprints from the spanking were clearly visible in the oily sheen. Carefully the man massaged all of the oil into her bottom and legs, lovingly, voluptuously, feeling her slick flesh slide beneath his hands. Then, the younger man handed him a long springy affair with a handle on one end and a flat paddle-like device on the other.

The man helped the girl to rise, keeping her back to us and took the paddle from the young man. The girl knelt on the seat of the chair and folded herself over the back, bracing her hands on the backmost part of the seat. She was in profile now, so we could see her face as well as her backside; her breasts hung voluptuously forward. 

The paddle's first blow caused her to jump and, for the first time, to utter a sound, a high-pitched squeal that was cut off the moment it was out of her. Again the paddle descended and this time the sting was sharper causing another squeal. Relentlessly he stroked her bottom with the paddle, deepening the color of the area to a glowing red. Her thighs were not spared and she shifted her knees with the pain as they were pummeled from knee to hip.

Finally, the man handed the switch back to the nearly nude attendant who disappeared from the stage. The girl, breathing rapidly and shallowly, was raised by the hand and once more paraded to the edge of the stage where she was stopped for our inspection not three feet away. Her face was streaked with tears and her quivering lips were puffy from having been bitten against the pain but she held her head erect and refused to cry openly. Slowly she turned till her back was to us. 

The man, slightly in front of her circled her waist with one arm and caressed her bottom with his other hand, spanked hard enough to make the flesh jump erotically, held her cheeks up in both hands, let them fall again, squeezed, massaged, caressed. Then he turned her to face us and, standing behind her, began to handle her enormous breasts, squeezing and kneading and caressing as he had her bottom, covering them with oil from his hands, rolling the nipple between finger and thumb, teasing, lifting and dropping them so that the spring of her youthful flesh was obvious to all. 

She closed her eyes and laid her head back against his shoulder. She appeared to relax into a dreamy state. Tears were still visible on her beautiful face increasing the eroticism considerably. He continued to fondle her breasts and roll the nipples for a long time, then let his hand wander to the trimmed black bush between her legs, caressed, parted the lips, fingered until she squirmed.

Then he turned and stepped back leaving her swaying unsteadily in the light. With one hand he brought the chair down and to one side of her. He took her wrists in both his hands and forced her to her knees, then sat in the chair in profile to the spectators. He opened his fly and produced, with some difficulty, an iron-hard cock of impressive proportions. Another gasp rose from the audience. I felt Cindy squirm beside me and saw from the corner of my eye, Dana's deepened and quickened breathing.

Without a word the brunette leaned forward and took the cock into her mouth, holding it lightly in one hand and working the head between her lips, licking and sucking willingly, eagerly, her huge breasts swaying between her arms. So near to us were they that I could have leaned forward on the couch and touched the smooth curve of her hip. The man took a length of colored ribbon from his pocket and, gathering her hair at the back of her neck, tied it up so that it would not obscure the view. Then his arms relaxed at his side and his head rolled back.

From the wings, the young man entered again, this time without his briefs and with an erection even larger than the man's in the chair. The audience gasped and uttered tense, soto voce comments as he knelt behind the girl and guided his enormous cock into her. She paused slightly in her ministrations to the other man, moving her bottom from side to side till she was well seated and soon all three settled into a rhythm that was nearly hypnotic. The in-and-out thrust of the young man's cock matched the up-and-down rhythm of the girl's head. The tempo increased and we could hear him slapping into her ample rump, see the flesh on her bottom flatten and quiver with each thrust.

Cindy's hand was buried and busy between her legs and Dana's hips were moving on the seat in the same tantalizing rhythm as the couple on the stage. I put my hand on her thigh and she took my arm. Moving closer to me on the couch, she opened the slit in her gown, uncrossed her legs and parted them so that I could reach into the soft, wet depths of her cunt. She kissed my neck as I thrust my finger as far into her as I could then pulled back to roll her clit between her slick, lubricated lips. Cindy was leaning against me on the other side. My hand was inside the top of her dress and her fingers were busy in her own sweet little pussy. All around us other couples' hands were similarly occupied but all eyes were on the trio in the light.

On stage, things were building to a finish. The man in the chair clenched his fists and tried to stop the welling orgasm he felt coming at the insistent sucking of the beautiful brunette's lips. The younger man pounded away at her bottom and was obviously near to climax. Suddenly he withdrew from her and, rising over her, jacked himself a couple of times and showered her still-red bottom with semen. On this cue, the man in the chair pulled his cock from her mouth and, half rising, pumped his load straight onto her face, coating her lips and chin, rubbing the head over her cheeks and mouth. It was a masterpiece of timing. When he was through, she took him into her mouth again and sucked lovingly, stroking up and down with her mouth till he softened and settled back into the chair. She turned to the younger man and serviced him in the same way, allowing him to slip his cock in and out of her mouth until it began to soften.

The young man rose and left the platform. The girl relaxed between the man's legs, her head in his lap and still licking and gently sucking his limp penis. Her bottom and thighs glistened with oil and semen. Streaks of semen covered her face. The lights slowly faded out. The patio remained in darkness for some time.




Cindy and Dana Ch. 03



After a while the string lights were turned slowly up again, allowing everyone a chance to arrange their clothing. The stage was empty. After a moment, the butler appeared and announced, "Refreshments inside, ladies and gentlemen."

We entered a large room handsomely appointed with overstuffed furniture and antique tables and sideboard. We helped ourselves to canapés and champagne, everyone, at first, a little shy about speaking or even acknowledging each other. 

After about fifteen minutes, the ice was broken for good when one of the men sat on a chair and pulled his companion, a vivacious buxom redhead, across his lap and began to spank her soundly. She shrieked with laughter and blushed a deep red that threatened to obliterate her freckles. The laughter turned to yelps of pain as the intensity of the spanking increased. Everyone gathered around to encourage her tormentor and soon her gown was above her waist and her panties down around her knees, revealing two plump creamy-white buttocks and thighs liberally sprinkled with freckles. Amid the cheers from the patrons and the redhead’s half-hearted protests, he whaled away on her gorgeous cheeks and legs in fine fashion, slapping and spanking with a will until her bottom was as red as her face.

When he stopped it was to bury his hand between her thighs high up in the bright red hair that grew there in profusion. She dislodged his hand and twisted around to a sitting position in his lap and recaptured his hand thrusting it again between her legs and clamping them tight. She kissed him, hot and deep and he pulled her gown away from one generous mound of tit with its hard pink nipple in the midst of the freckles. Pulling away from the kiss, she smiled up at all of us as her companion pulled her gown down to her waist and held her breasts up for display.

After that, the spirit of the evening seemed to take over with a life of its own. A very young, slender, brown-haired girl was next. Her date, a tall fit-looking youngster of about twenty-five or so pulled her into an embrace, then grabbed a handful of her skirt and raised it until a lovely bottom encased in lace panties was exposed to the room. She struggled in his grasp, her consternation more genuine than the redhead's, but he easily subdued her, carried her to a loveseat, stripped off her panties and spanked her with long, slow, languorous slaps to her bottom, holding her wrists against the small of her back in his other hand. She kicked her feet and protested but the encouragement of the crowd prevailed and the sharp smacks increased in speed and intensity. Soon, she was laughing and squealing and begging him to stop. Unaffected, he merely shifted to the backs of her long shapely thighs and continued the punishment. When finally he stopped, her bottom was a rosy hue and handprints were clear in the tender white flesh. She bolted up into his lap and threw her arms around his neck for a deep open-mouthed kiss, completely oblivious to the cheers of the on-lookers.

An older man exposed the breasts of a tall silver-haired woman. They sagged only a bit, surprisingly firm and pliant for her age. They kissed and retired to a seat in the midst of applause.

Dana, not to be outdone, lowered her gown and stood nude to the waist in all of her considerable glory. Sounds of appreciation came from all sides as she turned to display those large, elegant, suntanned, bullet-shaped tits with their pink nipples. She permitted two men to fondle her tits as the crowd watched. 

Cindy had disappeared sometime during the merrymaking and when I spotted her she was coming through the group leading by the hand none other than the stunning brunette we had just watched on the platform. She was wearing a dark blue silk wrap-around bed jacket that ended just below her bottom. The flesh on her thighs moved provocatively and her huge unbound breasts swayed beneath the bed jacket as she came toward me.

"James, this is Tia," said Cindy. I managed to respond appropriately and shake the small, soft hand she offered. Her robe gapped maddeningly, exposing a generous expanse of dark breast and natural cleavage. I stared, remembering the large dark nipples that had stared back at me from the platform.

"I understand you are the birthday boy," she said with a dazzling smile that revealed perfect white teeth. "I have a present for you, but first you must perform for it."

She was announcing this to the room in a musical, lightly accented voice. I was consumed with anticipation and apprehension at once.

"Perform?" I asked, somewhat hesitantly.

Her smile widened. "Don't worry. You've done it before and I'm told you are very good at it." 

She led me to an elegant sofa, seated me on it with Dana next to me and placed Cindy face down across my lap, raised her skirt and pulled down her panties revealing her round, ripe, impertinent bottom. I realized immediately and with relish what my part was to be and gave Cindy a short, intense spanking, bringing cheers from the group gathered around. I was rewarded with hot little kisses all over my face from Cindy and the warm feeling of Dana's bare breasts flattened against the back of my neck. 

"Time for your present now," said Tia as she helped Cindy to her feet. She slipped the robe off, posed for the group, and sat on my lap. My mind reeled at the sight and feel of this dark, gorgeous bundle of sweet-scented femininity in my arms. She kissed me deeply, her tongue swarming into my mouth brazenly, her dark eyes flashing as she pulled back. I gasped as she guided my hand to one enormous breast and murmured, "Squeeze me. Hurt me a little." I squeezed hard and she sucked in her breath. I pinched the nipple a little harder than I intended and she let out a little sound and bit her lower lip. My other hand was busy exploring her soft and pliant thigh, running up and around to her cushiony bottom for a squeeze and a few slaps. "Harder! Please!" I increased the force and she buried her face in my neck, turning so her bottom was more exposed.

After several hard stinging slaps she began to move her hips in my lap and my cock raged. She slipped off of my lap to the floor between my legs and placed both of her hands on my crotch. She sighed and smiled when she saw she would have no trouble at all getting the response she wanted. 

Her large black eyes gazed straight into mine as she slowly lowered my zipper and managed to free me from my clothes. Her tongue came out and moistened her lips. I never gave a thought to the audience; I was completely absorbed by her sensuous movements and hypnotic eyes. She leaned forward, opened her mouth and took me inside. For a while she just held the head in her mouth, slowly laving it with her tongue, then she began a slow up and down motion with her head, descending to the very root before slowly coming up in a cheek-hollowing drag that nearly pulled my cock out. Her fingers played lightly with my balls and as she reached the top of her stroke she paused with the head just inside her lips and looked up at me and smiled.

"When you come," she whispered, "pull it out and let it fall on my lips." I stared at those full petulant lips, red as roses and moist. Nothing could have suited me more.

Then she really went to work sucking, licking, nipping at the shaft. Her mouth was wet and hot and soft and she sucked as tight as a glove, her lips turning inside out as she pulled them back up the shaft. She rolled my balls around and felt the skin of my scrotum with her fingers. She came up and off my cock, stroking it with a firm hand, smiling and breathing deeply. I slipped one hand between her breast and my thigh as she bent to her work again. 

The stimulation I had received from my two companions, to say nothing of the evening’s entertainment, had left me in a state of advanced readiness. I felt my climax rising and could see no reason to stop it. With a smothered cry I pulled it from her greedy mouth and did what she asked: I showered her lips and face with gouts of semen. She smiled happily, watching the eruption, catching some on her tongue, then slipped her lips tightly down over the head and sucked softly till I began to soften. We stayed that way for some moments with Dana and Cindy on either side of me, their bare breasts close to my face.

"Time to go," Dana whispered at last.

I put my cock away and stood and put an arm around each of them, hefting Dana's firm, bullet-shaped tit in one hand and Tia's enormous melon in the other as Cindy led the way to the door and the limo.

Tia came with us all the way, unconcerned about her nudity. As the door to the limo was opened, Dana whispered, "Put your fingers inside her." I slipped my hand to Tia's bottom for a squeeze while she was kissing me good-bye, then around to between those soft, dusky thighs and gently ran two fingers up inside her. She caught her breath but recovered and stood quietly, kissing my face while I massaged the inside of her cunt; it was hot and wet. She smiled as we said goodbye. In the limo Dana caught my wrist and guided my fingers to her face, inhaling the scent of the other girl deeply. She closed her eyes and I slowly placed my fingers on, then between, her lips and finally into her mouth where she sucked them clean.

The ride home was a haze of kissing and fondling and maddening frustration as neither girl would allow anything that promised to relieve the considerable need that was building up in me again. They were as attentive to each other as they were to me and it was apparent that they had a lust in that direction as well. "Wait," they said when I became insistent, "the night is just beginning!"

When we stopped again it was at Dana's townhouse. The limo was dismissed and we were soon in the living room with drinks to bring us down slightly from the stimulation of the evening.

"Did you like the show?" asked Dana.

"Superb! But how did you find out about it. I had no idea that there was anything like it around here."

"That was Cindy's doing," she replied.

"It’s an exhibitionist and spanking society. My parents go to the meetings and entertainments sometimes," Cindy said. "They don't have the least idea that I know anything about it, but I went to college with that young man with the prodigious cock --- you know, the assistant guy --- and he tells me when the guest list doesn't include my parents or their friends. This time I asked for a special seating for us and the host made sure the coast was clear. Did you like the girl?"

"Gorgeous, but second to both of you. Did you hear the hush when Dana slipped her shoulder strap off? And I don't think they'd ever seen a more perfect bottom than yours."

"They're dirty old men, most of them, and want to get into a young girl's panties."

"Speaking of which," added Dana, "shall we go upstairs soon? I think we all need a little tender loving care. But first it's time for birthday presents." From the dining area, she brought a large flat box and placed it on my knees.

"Open it."

Inside was an elegant knee-length silk robe of oriental design. I thanked her with kisses.

"And now, mine," said Cindy, thrusting a small box into my hand. Inside was a silver ring about the size of a large keyring. It had a hinge on one side and a locking clasp opposite it.

"It's a cock ring," she said with her devilish smile, "It will keep you harder, longer."

"We will have to try this out immediately," I replied.

"Why don't we get undressed down here," suggested Dana.

They pulled me from the chair and had me stripped in no time, taking obvious note of my state of excitement. I donned the new robe and slipped the ring into a pocket and sat down in the chair. "Your turn," I said.

I looked at my two gorgeous companions, waiting for the second show to begin. Dana cocked her head in an inquisitive manner and I caught on that I was to direct, which both girls seemed to like very much. I thought for a moment, then . . .

"Cindy, come stand in front of me, just here, please." She rose with a tight little smile, eyes sparkling at the promise of adventure, and stood about three feet in front of my chair.

"Dana, will you please undress Cindy for me? And take your time at it."

Dana rose and crossed to Cindy. They smiled at each other, then Dana unzipped Cindy's dress at the back and lowered it to the floor. Cindy stepped out of it and stood in bra and panties and garterbelt and stockings. The bra went next, exposing her pert little tits with their rosy nipples already hard and pointing up. The color rose to her cheeks as Dana massaged each breast a little to ease it from the confinement of the bra. Then she knelt and slipped the panties down her legs and off.

"That will do," I said. The black stockings and garterbelt stood in sharp contrast to her alabaster body. Her thighs bulged slightly over the tops of the nylons. The three-inch spikes gave her bottom a higher and rounder appearance and lent an air of slutty sophistication that mixed strangely and excitingly with her natural innocence and sweetness. A tracery of blue veins ran through the white flesh of her breasts. She put her hands behind her and pushed them out and up insolently, pouted and smiled.

Dana led her about in a tight circle as the man had done the brunette on stage. She stopped Cindy with her back to me so I could gaze at her perfect, round, white ass framed by the black straps of the garterbelt.

"OK, your turn," I said to her, "Please remove Dana's gown."

She turned and unzipped Dana, purposely tugged the gown hard from her magnificent breasts, causing them to bob and sway, then pushed it down the long legs and took it away as she stepped out. Dana wore no bra and no stockings. She stood there in her panties, the very model of a Scandinavian goddess, her great mane of golden hair spread out on her shoulders. No tan lines on her, either; she sunbathed nude in her backyard and her skin had an even uninterrupted glow of health and sun. Cindy removed the panties and stroked Dana's sparse golden bush, fluffing it and caressing the lips slightly, then stroked her breast flicking the nipple with her fingers. Messages passed between them along the paths of their eyes.

I rose and gathered them into a three-way embrace, helping myself to a handful of cool, firm bottom from each of them. Hands found my balls and cock. I gave each a long deep kiss, hot and wet with tongues playing wildly. I received squeezes and caresses in return. When I pulled back from the second they moved naturally and unhesitatingly to kiss each other passionately, heightening my excitement. When they parted, Cindy kissed Dana's breast and nipped at the nipple playfully, then we started for the stairs.

As we mounted, Dana reached behind and guided my hand between her thighs, high up near her cheeks so I could feel the warm and lovely movement of her body as she climbed the stairs, just as I had done that first night at my place. I gave Cindy my other hand and my head swam with pleasure as their thighs scissored up the stairs and their bottoms swayed before my eyes.

In the bedroom, on Dana's king-sized bed, I lay between them while they smothered me with kisses on all parts of my body. My hands were constantly busy with tits and tummies and thighs and bottoms and pussies. After a few minutes, Dana sat back and pulled Cindy back with her.

"Would you like a little show?" she asked in that low, thrilling voice. "We would like to make love to each other while you watch, That is, if you have no objection." 

Objection!? I was delighted at the prospect. I had never seen two women make love and was instantly excited.

Dana was on her knees, sitting back on her heels. Cindy scooted across the bed to her and they kissed warmly. Cindy's hands went immediately to Dana's large breasts. She caressed them lightly and lowered her head to suck gently at the nipple. Dana's hands wandered down Cindy's back to her bottom and stroked and patted the firm young rump and thighs. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as Cindy went from breast to breast, sucking and caressing. Slowly, Dana went down on her back and Cindy's hands wandered between her legs to the sparse blonde hair, moving in slow rhythm with Dana's breathing. As they caressed each other, they moved into a sixty-nine position, Cindy rising and spreading her legs over Dana's face. Cindy was still wearing the stockings and the effect was electric. I lay close beside them, watching Cindy tongue and kiss Dana's cunt, hearing their breathing increase in tempo, mine with them.

Shifting to the other end I watched Dana's ministrations to Cindy's sweet little pussy, watched her full red mouth fastened like a leech to Cindy's pussy lips, sucking and tonguing her clit faster and faster. Cindy's round bottom twitched in pleasure and anticipation of the orgasm to come. I reached out and caressed Cindy's bottom and thighs, feeling her shiver at the unexpected touch. 

I shifted again and ran my hand up the inside of Dana's thigh, feeling the wet that had descended from her cunt. With my fingertips I lightly explored the point of contact where Cindy's lips were fastened to Dana's slick wet slit. I pressed Dana's clit between two fingers and felt Cindy's tongue flick over it.

I heard their throaty moans begin to take on an urgent sound and the tempo increased. I sat back and watched, fascinated as they bucked and squirmed. Dana erupted first, nearly throwing Cindy off. Cindy held on grimly and soon she, too, was shuddering through her first orgasm of the night. Quickly she twisted around and fell into Dana's arms. They kissed hotly, their faces wet with each other's juices. Then I was on top of them kissing and licking at their mouths, thrusting my tongue in and tasting the hot, salty, earthy taste of them.

"I think he's ready to burst," said Dana, and Cindy burrowed her way down to my rampant cock and began sucking with a will. I hung on to Dana and played with her tits, sucking them, squeezing them, rolling the nipple in my fingers. She reached above her to the night stand and managed to get a drawer open. She removed a large dildo of firm latex and a small bottle of oil. She oiled the dildo well and looked at me through half-closed eyes.

"Since you seem to be occupied . . .," she said, and inserted the head into herself with a sigh. She worked it for a while, lost in the feeling of its stiff thickness running in and out of her. Then she pushed herself higher in the bed and said, "Would you?"

I took hold of the dildo and began to work it deeper into her. She crossed her arms behind her head and lay back, arched and sighed loudly. "Faster." she whispered. I redoubled my efforts and her big, heavy tits began to bounce up and down with the motion. At the same time, Cindy began to tighten her mouth around my cock, her tongue working on the head, her hand stroking the shaft insistently. I felt it coming and gritted my teeth to make it last.

"More!" pleaded Dana, and I increased the speed and depth. Her tits flew. "Oh, God, YES! That's it . . . more . . . more . . . MORE!!" I reached beneath her and grabbed a handful of her ass for leverage and pumped away. Just as she spilled over with a cry and began to settle back, I felt the end coming for me. I let Cindy know with grunts and she pulled the head out of her mouth just in time for my load to splash all over her face and lips.

"Mmmm . . .Mmmmm," she said, and commenced to suck gently and lovingly with long soft strokes while I softened in her mouth.

We lay for a while, recuperating and fondly caressing one another. The edge had been taken off for all of us; the fires of lust and need built up through the evening's activities banked. We caressed and stroked each other languorously. We kissed slowly, warmly and affectionately. Cindy lay between Dana and me and soon we were making her the object of all attention. 




Cindy and Dana Ch. 03



I explored every centimeter of her breasts while she and Dana kissed, holding them warmly and tightly in my hands, molding and shaping them, letting them flow from my fingers like thick, sweet cream, licked the nipples and sucked them gently. 

Further down in the bed, I began to massage her thighs on the inside where the flesh is tender and soft, feeling the roll of flesh that bulged above the stockings, trailing my fingers through her thick and fragrant black bush. I removed her stockings and garterbelt and massaged away the red lines that they left behind, grasping each thigh in both hands and working deep into the soft, warm flesh.

I parted her labia gently and inserted a finger to rub the sides of her passage, feeling the wetness that coated her lips, inhaling the sweet musk that arose from her.

I found her clit and rolled it around in the wetness, teasing a little, flicking with a fingertip.

I replaced my finger with my tongue, settling between her soft, white thighs and feeling them hug my head, closing over my ears and blotting out the world, her feet rubbing up and down my back as I lay on my stomach between her legs.

Soon she was pushing her pussy up into my mouth. When her hips rose off the bed I reached under and cradled her firm bottom in my hands and began to suck on her clit, tonguing it at the same time. I looked up to see her belly fluttering with the intensity. 

"O-h-h-h-h, James . . ...suck me please! . . ..That's it . . ..there . . .THERE! OH, YES!! . . .Back a little . . .THERE!..NOW, HARDER . . .FASTER!! . . .Ah . . .AH! . . .AHHH!"

Dana was cradling Cindy in her arms and kissing her, fingering her nipples gently. She gave a shudder and a muffled cry and sank in my hands to the bed, her cunt flooded with juices. I held her hips in my hands and kissed her belly and thighs, thrusting my tongue deep into her as she came down, relaxed, breathed easily.

I was hard again and nothing would do but I had to wear the cockring Cindy had given me. She placed it around the base of my shaft and closed it, not without some difficulty on her part and discomfort on mine. I was standing beside the bed, she was on her knees before me. When she finished she rose and pulled Dana down to replace her.

"I want to watch you suck him."

Dana smiled up at me and, without taking her eyes off of mine, opened her wide, generous mouth and closed it around the head. An electric current ran instantly through my body followed at once by a flood of warmth. In spite of all of the evening’s earlier stimulation, Dana’s hot, lusty sucking and her obvious, earthy enjoyment of the hard cock in her mouth aroused me to new heights. She sucked wetly and voluptuously, relishing the in and out of it, nipping playfully and uttering little sounds of pleasure. 

Cindy stood close behind Dana where I could look at her, reach her heavenly little tits and tweak the nipples. Dana sucked and licked. I pulled Cindy to my side and caressed her bottom, holding her close. She pulled away, sank to her knees and gazed at Dana as my cock slid in and out of her mouth.

"She really loves your cock. She's told me how she loves to imagine you in her mouth when she's alone. I do the same thing. We like sharing you; it increases our enjoyment of each other. Sometimes we talk about what we'd like to do to you or have you do to us when we are making love. That's how your birthday got planned."

Dana was beginning to have an effect. She held my cock up against my stomach and sucked my balls one at a time into her mouth, expelling each slowly and voluptuously from between her full soft lips.

Cindy knelt and repeated the performance with my balls while Dana returned to my cock for more long, rolling sucks, biting and nipping a little, just enough to keep my excitement on the edge. Cindy gently pulled my cock from Dana's mouth and kissed her deeply and passionately, then inserted my cock into her mouth again and, grasping her hair, began to move Dana's head up and down on the shaft. I let them go on for several long, ecstatic minutes, the ring keeping me from the edge. I felt as if I could stay hard and strong for hours. 

Eventually, in spite of the restriction of the ring, I began to feel the beginnings of my climax quake in my balls. To stave it off I withdrew from their mouths, helped both to their feet and pushed them face down across the bed. Their lovely bottoms shone up at me from the bed, Dana's a rich golden tan and heavy with luxurious, mature flesh, Cindy's a round marvel of perfect, firm youth, pale and impertinent. 

I sank first into Dana's warm, wet cunt, gave it a half-dozen deep, slow strokes and withdrew to enter Cindy for more of the same. It was marvelous to stroke and pet one beautiful ass while pushing up against another, my cock held tight by a hot, wet cunt. After three or four rounds they turned over and lay looking up at me while I again alternated from one to the other. Dana's eyes had gone a deep blue as she filled with ecstasy and Cindy's bright gray eyes sparkled and shone.

My tempo increased and soon I felt Cindy begin to spasm and twist. I finished her off with hard, fast strokes that had me straining, then went to Dana and she willingly pulled me in to her, sucking with her cunt, gripping my shaft with her muscles. She pulled my head down for a hot kiss, her eyes blazing with need. Then, she turned to Dana and the two girls began kissing and pinching each others' breasts, making sex sounds as Dana worked toward her orgasm. We hit at the same time and I pulled out of her and showered both of them with semen as they kissed and held each other. I collapsed on top of them completely drained.

I awoke once during the night and felt Cindy softly sucking me. I slipped an arm around Dana and she snuggled close so we could kiss and I could hold her big, soft tits while Cindy sucked. Soon Dana began to heat up and talk in explicit terms as she always did when her fires were high. 

"Will you suck me, James? My pussy is so hot and wet. I need your tongue on me."

I urged her up and she settled her cunt on my mouth, embracing my face with her soft, golden thighs. I was lost in the heady musk of her, my tongue working deep. Cindy's mouth left my cock and I felt her move up astride my legs and slip it inside her. She began to rock on it and as I looked up along the length of Dana's torso, I saw Cindy's hands come around her and begin to fondle her big breasts, rolling and pinching the nipples.

My hands were free to wander over bottoms and thighs, patting, feeling, spanking softly and lovingly.

So ended my forty-eighth birthday. As the dawn colored the sky outside Dana's window, I faced into my forty-ninth year.