3 comments/ 78686 views/ 12 favorites Double Dates By: zrob Randi had just finished applying the final touches to her dark smoky eye make-up when Steve padded into the bathroom. She smiled at her young lover in the mirror as she reached into her cosmetic bag for her cinnamon lip gloss. Clad only in loose fitting Under Armor gym shorts, Randi's eyes drank in his broad shoulders, deep hairless chest and taut abs as he leaned over her, placing his hands on either side of the sink, before resting his chin lightly on her shoulder. Looking back at him was a striking 43 year old mother of two wearing a short, silk, jade green robe. A petite woman with perky breasts, a tiny waist and slender legs, her long blonde hair fell below her shoulders and had been straightened with a flat iron. Beautiful blue eyes flashed through the smoky make-up as she applied the lip gloss liberally with a thin applicator. Steve pushed his groin into her tight ass and Randi smiled as she felt his cock begin to stiffen. Although she had left him breathless with their earlier lovemaking, Steve was always ready for more. He was a close college friend of her first lover, Marcus, and Steve and Randi had started their own affair on a business trip she and Marcus had taken to Chicago six months ago. Although she had taken numerous additional lovers since that time, she and Steve had maintained a steady diet of one another. So steady that Randi had to convince her husband that business required her to take at least two trips a month to Chicago. A sales executive at a large and prosperous electronics firm, Randi was able to cover her tracks by doing some business on these frequent trips, but most of the time was spent at Steve's condo exploring the sexual pleasures that she had come to crave. On her last trip to the city, Steve had taken her to a lavish party thrown by a small group of young men with mature lovers. A "Cougar Party" he called it, and Randi had enjoyed herself immensely. So much, in fact, that she had a date later in the evening with a young Latino lawyer she had fucked there. Randi knew that Steve loved for her to describe for him her various trysts and he was looking forward to seeing her after their date. Although Steve was more than fine with her going out with Manuel, or Manny as he was known, Randi had to admit that she wasn't too crazy about Steve's plans for the evening. As silly as it sounded, given the fact she was married to someone else, Randi was more than a liitle jealous when she thought about Steve with other women. Steve slowly lifted the front of her robe revealing her newly shaven pussy and began to gently rub between her legs. "Won't your husband find it strange that you decided to shave your pussy clean on a business trip?" he whispered hotly in her ear before licking her neck lightly and taking an earlobe softly between his full lips. Randi felt her pussy moisten as Steve slowly slid one of his fingers past her swollen lips. "He may" she replied "but I'll play it off like I did it to suprise him. It's worked before." Steve pulled the sash and spread her robe open, one hand sliding across her firm belly to a pert breast, feeling a nipple harden. "I still can't believe you called him last night!" he laughed as he nuzzled her neck. "You bastard!" Randi exclaimed as she turned in his arms and smacked him playfully, but forcefully on the chest with a tiny fist. " I was drunk! Don't put that on me!" she laughed pulling Steve to her, his tongue sliding between her wetly shining lips as they began to kiss, gently at first and then more deeply as Randi's hands slid down to cradle his face. Steve recalled the previous evening as Randi sat astride him, rocking slowly on his thick, hard cock when he suggested that she call her husband on her cell phone while they were fucking. Although she initiallly rejected this idea, Steve could tell from the glint in her eyes that it intrigued her. Steve persisted and, with a cruel laugh, she finally gave in. As she was talking to her husband, Randi slowly rolled her hips vigorously against her young lover, supporting herself with one french manicured hand resting on his deep chest as Steve grabbed her ass cheeks and thrust deep into her warm, wet tunnel. When Randi's breathing started to noticeably labor, she brought the conversation to an abrupt end, telling her husband she loved him before flipping the cell shut and tossing it on the bed next to them. Steve quickly rolled her over on her back and began to lustily fuck her with long, deep strokes causing the lovely MILF to writhe in ectasy beneath him. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! FUCK ME BABY!!! YOU"VE GOT ME SO FUCKING HOT!!!!! OHHHH SHIIIITT! she screamed before pulling Steve's lips to hers, their tongues dueling; "completing the circiut" as she called it. Randi began to gently rub his cock through the thin fabric of his gym shorts bringing Steve quickly back to the present. As they kissed, Steve's finger continued to probe Randi's pussy, causing her to softly moan into his mouth. Breaking their kiss, Randi panted "Ohh Baby! I'd love to fuck you right now, but I don't have time. Manny said he'd send a cab for me at 7:00!" Bending to her knees, Randi pulled his shorts down, catching his fat cock as it sprang free. Randi gently kissed the head of his cock before taking him into her warm, wet mouth. After several moments, she pulled away and began to firmly stroke his long shaft as she bent lower to lick and suck each of his heavy nuts. As she stroked him, Steve could feel her wedding bands sliding over the sensitive skin of his dick, his eyes drawn to the large diamond in her engagement ring. Randi licked slowly up the length of his shaft before taking him deep into her mouth once again. Her head bobbed rhytmically, her cheeks hollowing, as she grabbed his rock hard ass cheeks with her hands. Randi was an incredible cocksucker and Steve, much too quickly as far as he was concerned, felt his balls begin to tighten. Steve pulled his wetly shining cock from her eager lips and grabbed it by its thick base, holding it away from her. "What's the matter Baby?!" Randi gasped breathlessly "You know you can cum in my mouth!!" she smiled up at him. Steve raised his eyebrows and from the look on his face, Randi knew what her young stud wanted from her. Rising to her feet, she leaned up on her toes to kiss him quickly, her tongue darting into his mouth. Smiling lustily at her lover she purred: "I'll go get my cigarettes!" RANDI Manny sat at his table in the club and watched Randi dance with one of the young men she had attracted earlier in the evening. Wearing a short, black leather skirt and a white sleeveless top, a thin strip of her tight tanned midriff visible between, Randi moved sensuously on the dance floor, despite the fact she was wearing black anklestrap sandals with 4 inch heels. Manny had a theory that women who dance well were typically very good in bed and his experience with Randi did not in anyway disprove this theory. She had insisted on a quickie when she had arrived at his apartment and he eagerly obliged by bending her over his couch and sliding the thin strip of her thong to one side before thrusting his long cock into her wet pussy from behind. She was quite popular at the club and she was dancing with this particular young man for the third time. Andre was a huge man with coal black skin, easily 6'2" and 250 solid pounds Manny guessed.In his early twenties, he had the heavily muscled frame of a body builder and his hair was braided into a thick ponytail. Andre had approached the two of them earlier and politely asked Manny if he could dance with his lady. Seeing Randi's eyes flash as she looked him over, a wide smile creeping across her beautiful face, Andre reached down taking her tiny hand in his big mitt and helped her up from the table. During a particularly fast number, Randi turned her back to Andre and ground her firm leather-clad ass against his crotch, smiling sexily over her shoulder. When that song ended and a much slower one started, Randi wriggled against his massive bulk, her arms stretched over his incredibly broad shoulders. As they danced, Andre grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against his groin. When he slid his hands lightly up her sides, Randi lifted her head and pulled his face to hers, her mouth open expectantly. Andre's tongue disappeared between her lips and they kissed deeply, Randi pulling him tightly against her body. After several moments, they broke their kiss and Randi grabbed his hand leading him back to her table. Grabbing her purse, she told Manny "I need some fresh air. I'll be right back!" Andre leaned down to whisper something in her ear causing her to giggle as he took her by the hand and led her outside. Manny smiled to himself, recognizing that Randi might be awhile , and went to the bar for another round. Outside, the air was crisp and clean and Andre led Randi to his white Escalade. Leaning against the side of the SUV, Randi reached into her clutch purse and pulled out a pack of Virginia Slims Menthol 120s. Flipping the top of the hard pack, she removed one of the long, white cigarettes and brought it to her wetly shining lips to accept a light from a Zippo Andre had pulled from his baggy jeans. Randi took a deep drag and , tilting her chin upward, exhaled a long, thin stream up into the night air. Andre lit a small blunt and inhaled deeply, holding the sweet smelling smoke in his lungs. Randi smiled and reached for the joint taking a hit herself, coughing slightly before exhaling. She handed the blunt back to Andre and said softly "You know . . . That stuff makes me horny!" a sexy smile crawling across her lips. Laughing deeply, Andre took another hit. "Why do I not see that as a problem?" he asked with a playful glint in his eyes. With that he leaned down over the petite soccer mom, Randi raising her chin to kiss him. Their tongues wound gently around one another, before Andre took he in his arms, kissing her deeply. He opened the rear door to his SUV and with a dramatic sweep of his arm invited Randi in. Randi took a last drag of her cigarette and crushed it on the blacktop before sliding into the seat, her skirt hiking sexily up one of her firm thighs. Randi creeped across the leather seat with Andre close behind. Her arms wrapped around his bull neck and she pulled him hungrily to her lips, her tongue extended meeting his. Andre's big hands slid up one slender leg and disappeared beneath her skirt, Randi spreading herself to provide easy access. As they continued to kiss her hands slid down his thick chest to the tops of his jeans were she quickly undid the snap and lowered the zipper. Andre raised up and pushed his pants to his ankles and Randi's hand wrapped around his long, thick cock. Although several of her lovers were handsomely hung, Steve and Marcus came quickly to mind, Randi had never been with a young man of Andre's proportions. As she stroked him, her fingers could not meet and the head of his cock looked like a thick purple plum. His shaft was thick and his balls were very heavy in her hands. Andre leaned back in the seat as Randi lowered her lips to his monsterous cock, kissing its bulbous head hungrily, the tiny tip of her tongue lapping at the pre-cum that was alredy pooling at its tip. Dropping her jaw as far as she could, Randi slowly slid his cock into her warm, wet mouth. Breathing through her nose, she took as much as she could manage into her throat and began to bob her head up and down. Andre pushed her long blonde hair back from her face as he watched the beautiful MILF suck his dick. The lovely wife and mother was very skilled and she impressed the young man with both her technique and enthusiasm. She pulled her mouth from his wetly shining cock with a deep gasp. Panting, she grinned up at Andre and began to run her tongue up and down his thick shaft, stopping only to stuff one of his heavy nuts into her mouth. Shortly, after running the flat of her tongue along the undersize of his dickhead, Randi raised up and took him back into her mouth, this time jerking him with both of her hands. She began to moan as she sucked his cock, the light from the lamppost causing her wedding band to sparkle as it slid up and down his dark shaft in concert with her loving mouth. Randi pulled her lips from Andre's cock with a loud pop and leering leewdly at him, laid back on the leather seat, hiking her skirt above her tiny waist. When Andre slid his hands up her legs and hooked his fingers behind her black lace thong, Randi raised her hips allowing him to slowy peel it down her shapely legs. Moving eagerly between her outstretched legs, Andre positioned the head of his rock hard cock at the mouth of her shaved pussy. Grabbing him with both of her tiny hands, Randi impaled herself with Andre's cock, only taking about a third of it into her hot, wet tunnel before stopping. Her head arched backward on the seat, her eyes bulging briefly as her pussy stretched to accomodate the young man's girth. After several moments, Andre leaned forward and slid the rest of his cock more easily into Randi's married pussy. He hesitated, and then began to slowly saw his cock in and out of Randi causing her to inhale sharply. Ever so slowly, Andre began to pick up the pace of his thrusts and Randi began to writhe and squeal in ectasy. "AAAAhhhhhhh! . . . BABY! . . . That's it! . . . Easy Baby!. . . Easy!!! Let me get used to this thing!!! OHHHHH Shit!!! You feel wonderful Baby!!!" Minutes later Andre braced himself with one thick arm on the side of the SUV and began to lustily fuck the soccer mom. Randi wriggled beneath him, moaning loudly, each strong thrust rocking the SUV side to side. Her breathing became much heavier as she felt herself crashing towards an orgasm. "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH GAAAWWWWDD! FUCK ME BABY! GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR BIG HARD COCK!!!! FUUCCKK MEEE!" Randi thrust her ass off the seat to meet his assault as she came, screaming obscenities, her head thrashing back and forth. Andre began to fuck her even faster as he felt his nuts begin to tighten. A low growl started deep in his chest building to a loud grunt as he spewed load after load of his hot jizz deep into her womb. Randi rolled her hips as she came, her hands grabbing his tree trunk thighs. As his dick continued to spasm into her warm tunnel, Andre opened his eyes to find Randi smiling up at him, her blue eyes flashing through the dark smoky make-up. When he leaned down towards her, Randi lifted her head from the seat, her mouth open, the tip of her tongue extended. As they kissed, Andre's dick continued to spurt as the two lovers tried to catch their breath, their brief but savage encounter nearly over. STEVE Steve had met a woman at the last Cougar Party named Carol Mott, who had given him her number and insisted that he call. Steve figured she was probably 10-12 years older than Randi but she was a handsome woman with a round, full figure,long legs and heavy breasts. Her hair was almost white and she had lively green eyes, and full sensuous lips. Her hair hung in long bangs, almost to her eyes, and was cut straight across her shoulders giving her a vaguely Egyptian look. She was clearly quite wealthy and she moved gracefully, like a dancer, when she greeted him at the door. She and Steve had dinner at her elegant penthouse apartment that had sweeping views of the city. The rooms were expensively decorated and he saw several displays of family pictures showing what could only have been her husband, children and grandchildren. Taking their drinks into the front room were a gas log fire was burning, the two faced each other in overstuffed wing-backed chairs. Placing her wineglass in front of her, Carol picked up a silver cigarette case and removed a long pinkish cigarette with a gold tipped filter. Lighting the cigarette, she exhaled a long, thin stream in Steve's direction and settled back in her chair her legs crossed. She was wearing a long, black dress slit high on the side and the plunging neckline gave Steve ample view of her swelling freckled breasts. She eyed Steve cooly through the smoke, her make-up perfectly applied, the tip of her tongue barely visible as it ran along the length of her lips. "So tell me about your friend . . .Randi is it? She is an amazingly beautiful creature. When I first saw her I thought she was that Kelly girl from the Regis show. How did you meet?" Steve had heard this comparison before but felt that Randi was even more attractive, in a slutty kind of way. Steve told her about her first affair with his friend Marcus and meeting her during a business trip the two of them took. Carol smiled lewdly as Steve described their ongoing relationship. "Does her husband know about you? Some men get off on that , you know." "No. I know that's not the case with Randi's husband." Looking Carol directly in the eye, he added "What about yours?" Carol laughed and looked away briefly, before explaining. "My husband is a very fine man, a good Catholic man, and he is, as you may have guessed, very wealthy. He does wonderful things with his money, he is very generous and loves the family we have raised. But to answer your question directly, If he ever discovered my . . . outside interests ," Carol lifted an eyebrow at this " I'm afraid he might kill me!" She laughed briefly before becoming much more serious. Taking a long,draw off the gold tip of her cigarette, she exhaled slowly and said "Please take off your clothes now. I want to see your magnificent body." Steve slowly did as she requested, Carol's eyes alight with desire as they slid over his naked frame. Looking hungrily at the young man, she took a last draw from her cigarette and crushed it out whispering " I"d like to suck your cock now." Steve began to stiffen as he walked slowly towards her chair, Carol gently lifting his cock to her painted lips and placed its bulbous head on the top of her outstretched tongue. Lifting his cock slighlty, she ran the point of her tongue acros the sensitive underside causing Steve to shudder. Carol took him into her mouth and began to slowly bob her head upa dnd down his thick shaft, briskly stroking him with one hand. She moaned as she blew him, whether in passion or simply for Steve's plesure, he didn't know. She grabbed him by the hips and looking up at him with her liquid green eyes, slowly, ever so slowly, took him down her throat driving her young lover crazy. With one hand firmly on the back of her head , Steve began to fuck her face, feeling his orgasm come in a rush. With a short shout, Steve shot a hot load of seed down Carol's throat where she greedily swallowed the torrent erupting from him. Moments later, Carol pulled her lips away from his wetly shining cock and softly kissed the still swollen head. "MMmmmmm!" she purred, "I do love young cock!" before briefly taking him back into her mouth. Carol stood and turned her back to Steve pulling her hair to one side to expose the top of her zipper. Steve pulled it down to the round swell of her ass and she turned to face him. She shrugged first one, then her other shoulder out of the dress and allowed it to pool at her feet. Completely naked, her skin was freckled from years in the sun and her full breasts fell slightly. She was a bit fleshy around her stomach and thighs and her bush was full, though neatly trimmed. When Steve raised her eyes back to hers, she smiled sexily and stepped out of the folds of fabric at her feet. Without saying a word, she turned and walked away, her calves flexing above the high heels she wore. Steve followed her into the bedroom. RANDI Manny called his lover Shonda when they got back to his apartment. She was with her husband at a democrat fundraiser but she told Manny she would try to get away. When he hung up, he turned in time to see Randi wriggle naked onto Andre's lap, wearing only her strappy heels. As he held the base of his thick shaft, Randi slowly lowered herself onto him. From Manny's viewpoint, the scene struck him like a sword swallowers trick, as the immense dark snake somehow disappeared into Randi's pussy. She braced her hands on the slabs of muscle of his shoulders and eased herself up and down his long, thick cock. Andre's hands cupped her firm ass cheeks as she rode him, each white globe barely visible in his big, black hands. Double Dates As her pussy stretched once again, Randi began fucking him faster, her small breasts bouncing each time she smacked wetly down onto his lap. Manny kneeled on the couch next to them, stroking his long cock. Reaching to the back of his head, Randi pulled Manny to her wetly shining lips, her mouth open. As she and Manny kissed , she continued to ride Andre, a low moan building in her throat. Andre smacked Randi sharply on the ass and moved her off his lap. He directed Randi to kneel at the end of the couch and grabbing her tiny waist, began to fuck her doggie-style. Her head arched back in a mixture of pain and pleasure as his huge dong ripped into her wet pussy. Manny stood in front of her and aimed his cock at her open mouth. "That's it! Suck that cock!" Andre ordered, Randi quickly taking the offered treat eagerly to her lips. Andre continued to drive hard into her, his big hands now squeezing her luscious ass, Randi gamely trying to keep a steady rhythm on both the cocks inside of her. Several minutes later, she reluctantly pulled her lips off Manny with a long gasp, but continued to stroke him. She looked back over her shoulder at Andre as he continued to fuck her, her blue eyes flashing through he slutty make-up, a sexy sneer on her face. She turned back to take Manny into her mouth moaning loudly. Randi was lost in her desire when she noticed that someone else was in the room. Shonda was model thin with lovely, expensive breasts, slightly older and a bit taller than Randi. Her black hair was cut short, above her ears, and her big brown, bedroom eyes lit up at the scene in front of her. She was wearing a flowing, black silk pants suit, a diamond necklace and high heels and she strode across the floor towards Randi. Andre continued his pounding of Randi's pussy as Shonda cradled her face in her hands and tilted it up towards hers. The two beautiful cougars kisssed sensuously, their tongues dueling, their lips smacking. Shonda smiled as she raised up and started unbuttoning her blouse. Drinking in the muscular man servicing her friend's pussy, Shonda purred in delight" Ahhhhh Randi . . .You sure know how to pick them. Don't you?" Randi could only smile and nod in agreement as she pushed her ass back meeting Andre's ever forceful thrusts , her eyes lidded in pleasure, breathing hard. Naked , Shonda sat on the matching leather chair facing the couch and spread her legs. She beckoned Manny to her and he quickly knelt between her legs, his hands gently sliding up her slender thighs, his head lowering. Randi pulled away from Andre and walked unsteadily on her high heels to the bar and drained the drink Manny had poured for her earlier. She walked slowly and seductively back to the couch and laid on her back, her legs spread wide. Andre eased the thick head of his dick past her swollen pussy lips and pushed the rest of his long, thick shaft into her willing pussy. Randi's eyes squeezed shut and her french-manicured nails bit into the thick muscles behind his pillar-like arms. "AAAhhhhhh . . . Fuck me Baby! Keep fucking me! I can't get enough of your big cock!"she gasped as Andre thrust into her. Looking down at the tiny MILF writhing eagerly beneath him, Andre asked: "Your husband ever fuck you this good?" "No Baby! No one has ever fucked me like this!! AAAHHH Shit!" "Your pussy like this big dick?" "YESSS! Fuck yeah! I love your big black cock! Keep fucking me Baby! Fuck my pussy! FUCK MY PUSSY!!!!" "Okay Bitch! You asked for it!" Andre pounded his thick snake even harder into Randi's pussy, pushing her deep into the cushions. As her head rolled back and forth she glanced over to find Shonda leaning over the back of the chair with Manny fucking her lustily from behind. She was watching Andre intently clearly hoping that she could take a turn with him later. Shortly, Randi began to experience a heart -stopping orgasm. "AAAHHH FUCK! I'm cumming Baby! Fuck your whore Baby! FFFUUUCCCKKK MMMMEEEE!" Randi began screaming as her orgasm ripped through her taut body, shuddering violently, her ass driving off the couch to counter Andre's deep thrusts. Andre began to grunt and he started rolling his hips at the end of his deep thrusts causing even more wonderful sensations to course through Randi's body. She felt near fainting when his first jets of seed smacked forcefully against her womb, followed by wave after wave of his hot cum. Randi savored the feeling of her young lover cummming in her pussy and as his orgasm started to wane she pulled his lips to hers. They kissed for several long moments and when Andre raised up, he was still breathing hard. Randi reached down to where his monster cock was still buried to the hilt in her abused pussy. Using her index finger, she scooped up some of the warm jizz that had oozed out of her slit. Bringing her fingers to her lips, she daintily licked at his cum, before taking her finger into her mouth and sucking it clean. Andre chuckled as he watched the depraved soccer mom. "You are one crazy slut!" he laughed "One crazy-ass first class slut!" STEVE Carol wrestled Steve onto his back as they kissed roughly, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. She moaned as she thrust her tongue into his mouth, her fingernails raking down his broad back. Carol pulled herself away from her young lover's lips and laid on her back , reaching for Steve as he quickly moved between her outstretched legs. Steve placed the head of his cock against her pussy and slowly entered her, only giving her about half of his hard shaft. Steve withdrew completely and repeated this several more times causing Carol to squirm uncontrollably beneath him. Steve then shoved his entire cock deep into her warm tunnel and fucked her hard for several strokes before before pulling out and repeating the slow, shallow thrust. "Aaaaahhhhh . . .You bastard! Quit teasing me!" Carol panted happily, clearly loving Steve's performance. "Give it to me! . . . I want it good and hard!!!! Give it to me hard, Darling!!!" Steve smiled to himself and raised up on his hands, looking down into her electric green eyes. He began thrusting his hips faster and faster, his body smacking against her hips. Carol smiled and shut her eyes, her hands creeping down to grab his ass cheeks as he pistoned into her. Carol began to breathe heavily and moan loudly as her hips rolled eagerly against him. Breathlessly, she groaned " AaaaaHHHH . . .I love your cock, Darling! It feels so good in my kitty! Give it to me! I LOVE IT!!!" Steve pushed himself up slightly towards the headboard so that each stroke now rubbed deliciously against Carol's swollen clit as he fucked her. She clutched him hard against her and wrapped her legs around his waist as her body went rigid beneath him. Secondds later, as her orgasm hit, she nearly pushed Steve out of her as her body spasmed and jerked, screaming out in passion. Steve came moments later, dumping a hot load into her soaking wet pussy, Carol almost to exhausted to push back against him as she felt his cock shudder deep inside her. Steve rolled out of bed and padded into the front room . He returned with their drinks and Carol at up against the headboard, her heavy breasts wet with sweat. Steve climbed in next to her as she sipped her drink gratefully, one hand laying gently on his muscular thigh. "That was superb, Darling! I haven't been fucked like that in a long, long time! I hope you enjoyed yourself." she added, somewhat shyly. Steve kissed her gently in response, his tongue reaching into her mouth. Carol held his chin in her hand as they kissed and thenswung her legs out of bed saying sweetly "I'll be right back!" She returned with a warm, wet towel and lovingly cleaned Steve's cock, rubbing it softly along his now flaccid cock and under his heavy balls. She took the towel back into the bathroom and kneeled next to Steve taking his cock into her hands. She started stroking him and smiled coolly and asked with a challenge in her voice "Are you ready for some more? I know you ssexy young things can go all night long!" With that she lid her mouth over the end of his cock and began to slowly bob her head in an easy rhytm, bringing Steve quickly back to full strength. Pulling her lips off his hard cock with a pop, Carol looked admiringly at her handiwork and then reached into the bedside table pulling out a small bottle of KY. She rubbed a generous amount on Steve before turning to face the foot of the bed. Bending over her knees, Carol reached back to spread her ass cheeks and rubbed a small amount of the lubricant on her puckered hole. Leaning forward on the bed, her face turned to one side,she looked back at Steve and and said "I'd like you to fuck me in the ass now." RANDI& STEVE "OOOOOOHHHHHHH . . . YOU FUCKING HOT LITTLE BITCH!!!!" Steve spat as his orgasm ripped through him, his hot jet of cum exploding into Randi's writhing body. Randi had just described, in graphic detail, her evening with Andre as she was fucking Steve, driving her young lover crazy with lust. Randi smiled as Steve emptied his seed deep into her pussy, her blue eyes alight, pleased that she caused this reaction. Steve loved it when Randi was slutty, and she never wanted to disappoint him. She pulled him to her eager lips and kissed him deeply, "completing the circuit", their tongues dancing slowly, their lips softly smacking. Randi sat up and reached for her cigarettes, lighting one with a tiny gold lighter. She dragged deeply, and tapped an in the tray on the bedside table as Steve climbed out of bed and went to his dresser. She'd seen him naked numerous times but she still loved looking at his young, tight ass. Steve had a small package in his hands when he returned to sit on the side of the bed. "You're not going to believe this." he said handing it to her. "Carol gave it to me." Randi opened the case and found an expensive watch encrusted with several diamonds. Laughing, she looked at Steve "What's this for?" "After she was done screwing, she told me I couldn't stay the night. Her pilates instructor was coming over in the morning and she said he is the jealous type. After I got dressed she walked me to the door and handed this to me. I started to laugh when I opened it in the elevator." Randi sputtered as she laughed, holding the expensive gift out in front of her. "I had no idea that I was fucking a male prostitute!" she teased him. She asked "Are you going to start charging me? I have to admit, you are probably worth it!" Steve leaned in to kiss her, her soft lips open, her tongue swirling around his. They kissed softly at first, then more deeply. When Steve finally pulled away from her, he kept his face near hers, looking deep into her beautiful eyes. He grinned. "Maybe!" he shrugged in answer to her question causing Randi to shriek in laughter. Double Dating "Max, would you be horrified if one of my friends had sex with you?" my girlfriend asked me. Well that just about blew my mind. My girlfriend always was an extrovert - that was partly what attracted me to her in the first place. But she continually surprised me in the bedroom - even after six months together, she came up with suggestions that continually baffled me. Just as I thought I knew her well enough to know her limits, she would crash through them. It was sexy, I suppose, not ever being able to guess her next move, but it often messed with my mind. I suppose I should give you a little context. I met my girlfriend at University - I go to a fairly well-known English University, and she's here as a foreign student. For sake of a label, her name is Bethany, and she's American, from New York. She's actually quite short - I'm six two and she's only about five two - but breathtakingly pretty with long blonde hair and really nice blue eyes. I met her shortly after we started - I knew her in our group of friends living in this one apartment block - and she flirted with me outrageously before a friend tipped me off that she was after me. I was just being English, I suppose, hopelessly poor at picking up the signs - I didn't have a clue she was after me. Anyhow, hearing this rumor, I spent a little more time around her in social situations, and we ended up one night back at her place, fairly drunk. I casually complained that my back was aching slightly - I'd been playing soccer that afternoon - and she offered me a backrub. I took off my shirt and sat on the floor in front of her. There was some TV show on at the time - I forget which, but it might have been Frasier - and I remember really not concentrating on it as she massaged my back. Her touch was electric, and her perfume had me hooked. Every now and then she would squeeze the muscles in my shoulders, and her face would come close to one or other of my ears. I heard her soft breathing, and a slight tremble in it, as though she was nervous. It certainly wasn't cold in there, so that was all it could be. For me, that confirmed what my friend had suggested - she was interested in me. I spent a while just trying to think what to say to her. Naturally, I'm a very shy person - it's in my genes, really. After a long while, my backrub came to an end. It was the nicest I'd ever had. I felt defeated, because I didn't know what to say, and I made my apologies and said I had to go. She stood in her doorway and said, "Aren't you gonna thank me?" She was standing slightly indignantly, with her hands on her hips. I realized that I hadn't thanked her for an unusually long backrub - I'd been in a daze ever since she first touched me. I don't know what came over me - I saw her standing there, looking at me with those wonderful blue eyes - I felt a little shock at having forgotten my manners, I didn't want her to think I was an animal - but completely against my own nature, I didn't say a thing, just walked over to her and kissed her, full on the lips, running my fingers through her silky hair, reveling in the soft but exhilaratingly warm contact between our mouths and the intoxicating aroma of her perfume. After a while, we broke apart. I looked at her and it was all a little much for me - my head was spinning. I apologized and told her I'd see her tomorrow. As I left, she was completely dumbfounded, staring after me in a daze of her own. It had been quite a kiss. The natural chemistry that occurred between us was something I'd never experienced before. The next day I felt weird. I knew instantly as soon as I woke up that I had made a serious mistake walking away from her like that. What if she thought I didn't like her after that kiss? The reality was that before that kiss I had thought she was really good-looking, but perhaps a little out of my league - then after the kiss I was besotted. I spent all day in lectures thinking about that moment, regretting my early exit. That evening, once my working day was over, I wandered over to Bethany's apartment. On the way, I met the friend that had tipped me off about her, and he raised his eyebrows at my direction of travel, knowing where and why I was going. This gave me some relief - he was a good friend of Bethany's, she told him most things - if he thought there was still something between us, then she couldn't have taken offense at the other night. I got to her doorway and pressed the buzzer, my heart in my mouth. The door opened and, "Oh my God!" A petite blonde literally leapt at me, smothering me with her arms and drawing my lips to hers. We kissed again, recreating the magic of the previous evening. "Uh...sorry...about the other night," I fumbled when she eventually let me go. "I never thought you'd come round here," her smile was the most wonderfully joyous sight. "I thought I was a terrible kisser or something," she pulled me inside and I was soon introduced to the other girls that lived in her apartment - all Americans: the foreign students all lived together to give themselves support. But it wasn't long before I was dragged into her bedroom. She seemed to think that now I had come back to her, it was open season on me and she could do whatever she wanted with me. Who was I to say no? We made love five times that night before eventually collapsing. It was the most amazing night. Between every time we connected - and during, to some extent - we talked about all kinds of things, finding out about each other. Her fantastic body came from her years of ballet dancing. My lack of flab came from years of soccer. She was the most gorgeous thing I'd ever seen. After she had first stripped me, making her sexual craving pretty obvious, I took her clothes off one by one. Her sexual extravagance became clear when her underwear was revealed. I had never thought real women wore g-strings or thongs - just models and porn stars. But she smiled and said she found other kinds of panties uncomfortable. She really was great - I might have had five orgasms that night, but she had many more. She came just from my attention at her supple breasts. I had a real live wire here. I am still quite young, I suppose, at 22, but it was as though I'd never had sex with anyone before. She opened my eyes - she had a wardrobe full of all kinds of incredibly sexy lingerie, we made love in positions I'd never thought possible, and she loved talking about sex - something English girls would never do - which I found thrilling in the extreme. So it's fair to say that those six months were the best of my life up until that time: we made love on average three times a night every single night, without fail. That all stepped up a gear when we visited her home, New York City, at the beginning of the summer. "Max, would you be horrified if one of my friends had sex with you?" She said this as we walked to a taxi outside the airport terminal. I was shocked - even after the various things she'd got me into those six months. I looked around us to make sure no one had overheard her. Damn, my head was reeling. "Wh-what do you mean?" I stammered as we got into the yellow taxi. "Well," she said, knowing that I would find it difficult to handle the situation, "my friends - they all have, like, really amazing jobs in Manhattan - I've known them since I was really small, so we tell each other stuff - you know, personal stuff." "So you've told them about me?" "I've told them all about you." She leaned over and kissed me. "I've never met anyone like you before." "Oh," I didn't know what to say. "So there's this one girl, Emma - you'd like her, she's really nice - who I grew up with, and...well...I kind of wanna show her what I've got here." "So you want her to have sex with me?" I was stunned. So stunned, that I didn't really take in the magnificence of Manhattan as it loomed in front of us. "Well I'd be there as well..." she smiled, and tried to reassure me with a loving kiss. The taxi driver gave me an odd look, and I just signaled my confusion back to him. For the rest of the journey, I just looked out of the window, trying to take in the sheer scale of Downtown Manhattan. Bethany smiled at me every time I looked at her, and she placed a surreptitious hand on my crotch, stroking my nervous cock through my thin cotton chinos. We got to her friend's apartment, and I didn't know what to think. The place certainly was impressive - massive open plan rooms and an incredible view through floor-to-ceiling windows. It seemed that Emma was a year older than Bethany, and had a very well paid job as a lawyer. "Nice to meet you," I said. "So this is him, huh?" she said to Bethany, eyeing me up like a piece of meat. "Nice to finally meet you, Max." Emma looked like a very refined person - not the type to indulge in rampant orgies. She was much taller than Bethany, slender rather than athletic, and dressed in very expensive clothes. Her hair was straight and chocolate brown, dropping immaculately down to her shoulders in a bell shape. She had a pretty face, which oozed intelligence and class. "You wanna dump your stuff in the bedroom?" We went out that night, the three of us. Before going out, Bethany said they were dressing up, so I put on a tux - hey, why not. The girls came out in really short dresses, but I couldn't quite get how short they really were until we were in a quiet bar some place nearby. It seemed like a bit of a conspiracy - the girls kept buying me drinks, and as the evening progressed, both of them were all over me. The place was virtually empty, it being midweek, so there wasn't a problem. The two of them had dresses on so short that when they sat down, I could see the tops of both of their nylons - Bethany's white and Emma's black. As the night wore on, they were showing me their panties, too. Being my girlfriend, it was Bethany that started putting her hands all over me. It took Emma a few drinks, but then she was leaning over me, flirting and touching my thigh. Bethany touched my penis through my pants, and after a while, she pulled one of my hands and planted it between her legs, locking her thighs together to squeeze my fingers against her moist panties. I had to try and act as normal as I could, since the barman was only the other side of the room. The two girls caught up on old times, but the majority of the conversation was about their sex lives - Emma's being fairly unsuccessful and Bethany's - well, she didn't stop going on about me. Then the two of them leaned together under my chin and whispered something to each other. They smiled at me and then stood up, brushing down their dresses before going to the bathroom together. I have no idea what they were talking about in there, but they were a while. I just sat there like a lemon, sipping my beer and casually sucking the fingers that had so recently been inside my girlfriend. After a while, they both came out holding hands. It was quite obvious they'd had more than enough to drink, but they weren't completely wasted. They had very determined looking expressions on their faces, and Emma seemed to have a new air of confidence about her. "What's going on?" I asked helplessly. "Oh, nothing," Bethany replied, putting an expression of mock innocence on her face. The two girls sat either side of me again, but this time Emma sat much closer to me - they both sandwiched me between them. The two of them moved in synchronization, like a dance act. They picked up my hands, and pulled them between their thighs. I looked at each of them, puzzled that I had a hand wedged against my girlfriend's wet panties and also the wet panties of - to me, anyway - a complete stranger. Then I felt a hand on my burgeoning erection - but it didn't come from Bethany's side: it was Emma. She grinned, tracing my entire length with delicate fingers. "Think you can handle the two of us tonight?" my girlfriend whispered into my ear. "Well..." I was a little in shock, "...well, I'll try." It was unbelievable. The two of them kissed me on my cheeks, and stood up. I was suddenly very sober, and extremely nervous. "Relax," Bethany clearly noticed my trepidation as we walked back to Emma's apartment, "everything'll be fine." In the elevator up to the apartment, Bethany gave me a long kiss on the mouth, before stepping back and winking at Emma. Emma stepped forward and kissed me similarly. It was very strange kissing someone else after being with just Bethany for a while - especially since she was standing just inches away. Emma was clearly as nervous as I was, she was trembling slightly, but it was her that led the kiss, holding my head in her hands. Her kiss was almost identical in style to Bethany's, as though they'd taught each other how to do it. The real difference was in the two girls' heights - I didn't have to reach down quite so much for Emma - and their aromas. Bethany's strong vanilla scent made her smell strongly of white chocolate, but Emma had a slightly more flowery scent, an elegant perfume that was probably quite expensive. There was a ring as the elevator reached its destination floor. We broke up and I realized that Emma and I had been kissing twice as ferociously and twice as long as Bethany and I had. Would she be jealous? Would I be in trouble if I didn't show her a favorable bias? But as we stepped outside the elevator, Bethany smiled at me without a hint of jealousy in her expression. If anything, she looked as if she was proud of me. "I have to call my parents," Bethany announced as we finally returned to Emma's apartment, "so why don't you two get acquainted and I'll be along in a minute." "Okay babe," Emma said, and pulled me - bewildered - into the bedroom. "You ever done this before?" I asked her as she pulled off my clothes. "Nope - you?" "No," I felt strangely vulnerable, but I didn't halt her progress. "Mmm," she cooed as she revealed my tight scarlet briefs, "well there has to be a first time for everybody..." She put her arms over my shoulders and I stared into her deep brown eyes. Then she pulled me close and kissed me again, as deeply as she had in the elevator. Her hands drifted down to clutch my behind, pulling me in so that my erection was pressed against her. Tentatively, I moved my hands down her back, brushing easily over the black silk of her dress. She broke off then, and I remember the lingering sweetness of the liquor she had been drinking on my lips. She pushed me back on the bed and in an instant, had pushed the straps off her dress and allowed it to drop to the ground. She stood there, a breathtaking sight in her black thigh-high stockings, skimpy black g-string and nothing else. Her breasts were smaller than Bethany's, little more than slight rises on her chest, peaked with little pink nipples that were about as hard as they could get. She climbed onto me, and I put my hands on her waist. She sat on my crotch, pressing her hot pussy against my penis, and leaned forward to kiss me. As she kissed me again, my hands went naturally to her breasts, fondling them gently and locating her stiffened nipples to squeeze between my fingers and thumbs. She moaned quietly as I did so, much quieter than Bethany would have in such a situation. Speaking of Bethany, I found my girlfriend at my side moments later - I smelled her sweet vanilla fragrance before I ever saw or heard her. Softly, seductively, she blew on my ear, then whispered, "I think you should eat her pussy." Emma and I broke off, and I heard the tall brunette gasp at her friends suggestion. I turned my head, and found Bethany crouching there. She had taken off her dress, but had left on all her underwear - she knew well that I adored making love to her when she was still wearing lingerie. I looked into her beautiful eyes and she flashed me a mischievous grin, standing up to show off her white lacy outfit. "Come on," she gently pushed Emma off me, and walked around the bed to encourage her friend to lie on her back. I reached for my girlfriend, my body craving her sweet, familiar body. But she took a step back and waggled her finger, "uh uh uh," she grinned, "you have to do what I tell you. Go on." Emma was trembling again, nervous in the extreme - she was even more nervous than I was. I sat astride her and kissed her nipples, flicking them with my tongue briefly before slowly moving down her silky smooth skin, kissing across her flat stomach to reach her black silky g-string that covered very little of her elegant mound. Now I lay between her thighs, and pulled her knees gently upwards to open her legs and give myself more room. I nudged aside the soft black silk and her pussy lay open for my mouth to explore. Emma groaned quietly as I tongued her slippery folds. I eased her labia apart with two fingers and buried my tongue into her hot vagina. After a few moments, I found her clit and brushed my lips over it before taking it into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. As the tip of my tongue swirled around her little button, she placed her hands on my head, her fingers running through my hair and massaging my scalp as I licked her, carefully slipping a couple of fingers into her pussy to reach for her g-spot. She came loudly, thrashing about on the bed, her hands pressing my head against her crotch. “Isn’t he great?” Bethany almost squealed in delight. “God, I haven’t come like that with a man since…” Emma tailed off. “Exactly,” Bethany pushed me backwards onto the bed as Emma got up went out to get a glass of water. She lay beside me on the bed, her head by my crotch, her panties brushing against my ear. I was really wondering about my girlfriend’s past, and that of her friend Emma. She kissed my penis, which suddenly became very hard when I felt her hot breath on it. “Mmm,” she said, “I hope you’re ready for a real work out, mister.” I felt her peel down my foreskin and then the flick of her tongue on my sensitive purple helmet. Then it flicked again and again, before gloriously swirling around and finally her whole mouth engulfed my first two or three inches. I let out a few seriously deep breaths as the feelings swamped through my body. I heard her giggle at my reaction, then she shifted her hips and lifted her knee over my head. As she began bobbing up and down on my erect cock, I was presented with her white lace-covered mound. The smell of white chocolate was all around me as my girlfriend’s thighs locked my head in place and she softly pressed her panty-clad pussy onto my lips. The white lace was already moist – after it first brushed against my top lip, the evaporating moisture was suddenly chilled on my skin. Not for long – she pressed down on my face, grinding the rough lace against my mouth. The heat exploded on contact, and as she began to grind herself on my lips, the thin scrap of thong panties were pushed aside and I experienced that wonderful mix of sensory information: the strong, tangy salted taste of her arousal saturated in the sweetest fragrance you could imagine. Meanwhile, my cock was surrounded by deep warmth and soft friction. “Mmm…you want some of this?” Bethany broke off just as I felt the danger of my end approaching. “It’s real nice.” Emma had returned. “You sure?” “Better than a vibrator.” That was all I heard. My girlfriend sat back on my face and blocked out everything but her taste, her aroma and her heat. I felt a set of hands on my thighs, hands that weren’t Bethany’s. Cold fingers lifted my rigid cock and cradled my scrotum. Hot thighs over mine, a hand holding up my erection, then tight hot wetness, burning heat, all around. My hands held her knees as she sank completely onto my cock. I was inside another woman, even as my girlfriend watched, occasionally wiggling her hips to encourage the movement of my tongue. I couldn’t hear what they said to each other, whether they said anything to each other or not. I couldn’t tell what they were doing. Were they looking at each other as they used me like a mutual sex toy? Double Dating My buddy, Clark, and I have been double dating since college. I got married just out of college, he didn't. He always has a new babe to show off when we go out on weekends. Clark called one evening and said that he had met a great girl and wondered if we might all go out together. Melissa, my wife, readily agreed. Clark liked to dance so we made a double date for Saturday night at our favorite dance club. Clark showed up Saturday at our house with a drop dead gorgeous blonde named Donna. She was a tall, sultry girl, with a well-formed figure. She had a beautiful face and smile that could melt an iceberg. Clark offered to be the designated driver and drive us all in his new Beemer. We agreed, and off we went dancing. Both girls were dressed for success, wearing low-cut dresses that really showed off their gifts. We went to dinner first and started drinking wine. By the time dinner was over, the two girls were feeling pretty good. I spent a lot of time with my eyes glued to Donna's tits. Her brassiere barely covered them and every time she leaned over, they almost spilled out of her dress. Clark spent time casually checking out Melissa's ample breasts. After some idle chit-chat, we decided to leave for the dance club. While riding in the back seat with Melissa, she casually put her hand in my lap and gave my dick a good squeeze. I had wondered if she had noticed me checking out Donna. From her looks, I knew that I was in for a good time later in the evening. The alcohol was performing its desired effect. We got to the club early enough to get a table next to the dance floor. The girls danced, drank, and danced some more. The table had a great view of the dance floor and the atmosphere was electric. Donna was fun to watch and it was evident that Clark was stealing looks at Melissa when he thought no one was watching. Later, I danced with Donna and Clark danced with Melissa. We had started dancing to a fast dance tune. I enjoyed the way Donna's tits bounced to the rhythm. Melissa was the better dancer, Clark must have enjoyed the way she moved her ass seductively to the music. This time I caught him staring at her body with a dumb look on his face. I understood the reason. Melissa's petite body with her full tits is eye catching. There are very few women put together as well as her in such a small package. She is small enough to hold her tiny waist with one hand and a stroke her on your dick. When the song ended, a slow tune began and we continued to slow dance with each other's girl. Donna felt as good as she looked and smelled incredible. She rubbed up against me with those great tits of hers. Melissa danced close to Clark with her head on his chest. It was dark but I thought I saw Clark with a hand full of Melissa's lovely ass. The alcohol was playing tricks on me. He wouldn't do that with my wife and she would have slapped him if he did anyhow. The girls and I were intoxicated and it was evident that Clark wasn't. About 1:30 we decided to call it a night. Stumbling to the car Donna suggested that we stop at Clark's place for a nightcap since it was close to the club. When we got there, Melissa went to the bathroom. She had been gone a little long and I decided to see if she was all right. I knocked on the door and she opened it and pulled me in! I had one hot little wife in that bathroom. She grabbed my ass and mauled me. She kissed me deeply and began to grind her crotch into my rapidly stiffening hard-on. I picked her up and sat her on the bathroom sink. I dropped to my knees on the bathroom floor and removed her panties. I quickly found her clit with my tongue and it didn't take long to get her off. I told her that I'd service her properly once we got home. Afterwards I pocketed her underwear in my jacket and went back to Clark and Donna in the living room. They asked if Melissa was all right. I told them she was fine. She soon returned with a big smile on her face. After a couple more drinks, Donna said that she was starting to feel bad; she went into the bathroom and vomited. Shortly thereafter Clark helped her to his bed and she passed out. He was obviously disappointed. No pussy for him tonight I thought. As Clark was our ride for the night he took us home. We arrived at our house; Melissa asked Clark if he was interested in another nightcap. As Clark was sober he accepted. It was 2:30 and I was running out of steam but I figured that I wanted to party with Clark, if he was up for it then I was too. We moved to the living room and decided to turn on the television. We decided to keep the lights off because the television provided more than adequate light. In our wasted state, the bright lights would have made things uncomfortable. Melissa went off to make us some drinks. We have two large couches that face one another and a big flat round table in between. I stretched out on one couch and Clark seated himself on the couch across from it close to the TV. Melissa returned with the drinks and sat on the couch next to Clark since I had occupied the entire length of the other couch. We drank and talked for at least an hour. It was very late and I was getting very tired. I soon fell asleep. I don't know how long I'd been napping but it must have been a while. I woke to find my wife sitting quite close to Clark. They were both in quiet conversation. Neither paid attention to me so I decided to play possum and listen. Clark told her how attractive he thought she was and how fortunate that I was to have her. She slurred a thank you to him as she tried to look into his eyes. As he put his right arm on top of the couch behind her, he continued to compliment her about her appearance. She beamed like an infatuated schoolgirl. She was captivated by his smooth articulate manner and his good looks. She returned the complement telling him that she thought he was very sexy. He slowly dropped his hand to her shoulder, pulled her towards him and kissed her on the lips. She hesitated and then slowly reciprocated. She brought her hand to his chest and they kissed passionately. They finally came up for air and she looked as if she was going to push him away then he kissed her again. She succumbed to the heat of the moment. After a while, his left hand went to her other shoulder then slowly down her back and circled it around to caress her tit. She made no move to dissuade him and I heard her moan softly. I should have stopped this before it started, but now I found that I was too excited to do anything but observe. My dick was as hard as a rock and I wanted to know how far she would go and how far my friend would take her. Through slitted eyes, I watched as his left hand drop to her legs while they continued to make out like she was his high school date. His left hand casually dropped to her lap and slowly began to fondle her exposed inner thighs. She made no move to stop him. He continued to stroke upwards until he had almost reached his goal. Her dress was getting pushed up to where you should have been able to see her white panties when I realized she didn't have her underwear on. Her panties were in my jacket pocket! She parted her thighs slightly to accommodate his action and he soon found her naked pussy. The alcohol was providing the normal effect except she wasn't with me. He opened his eyes in surprise when he hit pay dirt and realized she didn't have her panties on. After a few moments of contact, she moved her hand down to his and pushed it away panting, "We shouldn't be doing this. I'm married...." Instead of a reply, he again brought his lips to hers and soon they were kissing passionately. She closed her eyes and thrust her tongue into his mouth like a snake. Then he did something I thought took real balls with me 'sleeping' just eight feet across the living room. He slowly unzipped his pants and his huge semi-hard dick popped out. It looked every bit as big as a large cucumber, maybe bigger. She was so absorbed in kissing him that she didn't notice. He then proceeded to stroke her inner thighs again. When she reached down to stop his advances he grasped her tiny hand and guided it to his manhood. When she made contact with his member she pulled her hand away and stared at his lengthy appendage in surprise. Suddenly the realization of what was in front of her broke down the curtain of reluctance. You could see by the look in her face that she was truly entranced by his semi-hard one-eyed meat cobra. "It's amazing, I've never seen one that big," she crooned. "Touch it and see how much bigger it gets," he encouraged her. "We shouldn't be doing this. You should really put it away," she replied as she continued to stare at his organ. There was no conviction in her voice. "You make me so hot. I couldn't keep my eyes off of you tonight," he cajoled her. "We really should stop now..." she panted. Her eyes were still glued to his prick. He reached down and stroked his meat making the head swell. "We don't have to do anything..." he plied. "I don't know.... What about him?" she motioned to me on the couch. "He's out like a light. I don't think he'll wake up if you keep quiet," he told her, trying to be convincing. "Just hold it and see how big it gets. We really don't have to do anything if you don't want to." he continued to persuade her. "We really shouldn't...." she stammered as if in a trance. Her willpower was weakening as she gazed at his impressive pecker. For a long time she continued to stare at his dick trying to convince herself that she wanted to do as he asked and at the same time hoping that I wouldn't wake up and catch her. She couldn't keep her eyes off of it. She had been drinking a considerable amount of liquor and I'm sure that she was still aroused from our earlier activity. Curiosity killed the cat. I saw her resolve dissolve before my squinted eyes as she leaned against his chest and her small hand slowly reached for his monster. She lightly caressed the flared head and it resulted with a jerk from his cock. She tentatively slid her hand slowly down his shaft and grasped it just below the huge head. Her hand looked tiny on his huge dick. Her fingers barely circled his meat halfway around. She slowly pulled the foreskin up and covered the head. She gasped and began to slowly stroke it. "How big does it get?" she whispered. "Just keep doing that and find out," he replied. I didn't think that it could get any bigger or harder but as she started to manipulate his organ, it did grow. This time she didn't resist when he ran his hand up her skirt to explore her exposed pussy as she stroked his cock. Her hairy snatch and engorged pussy lips were in full view as he fingered her. She kissed him again as he started to fuck her with his middle finger. He added another finger in her hole and she spread her legs wider to accommodate. He was driving her wild with his big fingers inside of her. She was on the brink of orgasm when he backed off and removed his hand from her soaked snatch. He ended their kiss and commented how beautiful and hot her pussy was. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them. He told her that she tasted as good as she looked. He said that he wanted her badly. You could see that his words had inflamed her desire. She was hot with lust. He was going to make her beg for it. She gazed at the big dick that she held in her hand. She laid her head on his chest as she began to jack him off more enthusiastically. She had a look of fascination and lust on her pretty face as she stroked his huge cock. It had to be at least ten or eleven inches long. She was clearly excited by his large stiff penis. He started to run his left hand through her hair over and over to let her know that she was providing the proper stimulation. Little did I know that he was gently pushing and encouraging her to move her face toward the huge penis head. He was clearly excited about the prospect of her wrapping her luscious lips around his dick. Her head moved slowly, almost imperceptibly toward the target as she stroked his cock. Her lips were only an inch away when a large drop of pre-cum appeared at the slit. She moaned and her tongue darted from between her pink lips to lick away the drop. He took that as a signal that it was time to feed her. I don't think that she cared what I thought or did at this point. She had clearly lost all control. He gently clasped the back of her head and gently forced her full lips onto the head of his penis. Her lips lingered as she kissed the flared head wetly. She moaned again and shook with an apparent orgasm without being touched. Simply kissing the head of his cock had caused her to have an orgasm. He looked over at where I lay and smiled contemptuously. My wife had her lips on his cock and I was in the same room not more than eight feet from them. I never thought that I'd be this excited to see my wife in this position. She kissed her way down the shaft and found his balls. She lifted them and kissed them too. She started to work on his rigid member with her mouth as I had never seen her do before. She had never showed this level of enthusiasm with me. She continued to kiss and lick at its length, really getting into it. She then kissed her way to the top of his shaft and licked around the flared head of his manhood, capturing the pre-cum that leaked from its slit. He squirmed and lightly moaned when she did this. Up and down his shaft she bathed his huge penis with her nimble tongue. She licked her way back up to the swelling head and swirled her tongue around and around the spongy gland making him squirm again. He obviously wanted to put his hard dick in my wife's hot mouth. Finally, she grasped his dick by the root and then proceeded to take his rigid member into her mouth. He had finally reached his goal. Melissa was going to blow him. He closed his eyes, threw his head back and his hips jerked upwards involuntarily. Slowly she began ingesting his tool. Down she went, deeper and deeper sucking him like a real professional. She really amazed me by taking even more of him into her mouth than I thought humanly possible. About half of his full length had disappeared into her mouth. She then moved down to swallow another couple of more inches. Her throat bulged but she didn't gag a bit. I wondered where she had learned to do this. She was hot for his dick. While still attached to his appendage with her mouth she quietly slid to her knees between his legs. She looked up at him with lusty eyes. She was ready to get serious. She went to work on his meat. She had become an enthusiastic cocksucker. I couldn't believe it. My wife was blowing one of my best friends, literally right in front of me! He encouraged her by running his hands through her hair and guiding her head up and down his spit soaked length. He was really getting into my wife sucking his big cock as I could see by the look of ecstasy on his face. She continued to stroke and suck his dick simultaneously with reckless abandon. She moaned softly as she bobbed her head up and down, over and over, gently sucking his dick. He laid back and closed his eyes. Her ass occasionally shuddered in orgasm as she sucked his rod. His hand still toyed with her hair as he guided her head up and down his massive cock. I fully expected to see his dick pop out of her other end as she continued to swallow his meat. He must have had a lot of practice because his staying power was amazing. She had worked on his dick for at least ten minutes hardly coming up for air. I would have shot my wad in half that time. Her work was finally beginning to receive results. He was moaning below his breath as to ensure that he wouldn't wake me. His hand clenched her long hair and began to jab his dick deeper into her throat. She moved her head up to where the flared head was just inside of her mouth, she began swirling her tongue around the spongy crown, and he lost control with an "Ohhhh!" He began to pump his jizz into her mouth. I fully expected her to back off since she had always said that she didn't really like the taste of semen. She surprised me again by greedily swallowing all of his cum that she could. She milked his shaft for at least a couple of minutes after his orgasm had receded then proceeded to lick up all of his seed that had spilled from her mouth. She did it with apparent relish. It was a hell of a load that she took and she had swallowed it all. She lazily stroked, licked and sucked his still massive organ even after his load was completely spent. He smiled down at her as she continued her brazen act. She was in love with his dick. I just continued to play possum with an aching hard dick. She looked up at him with a contented look and said, "That was wonderful, I've never felt that way before. I got off without being touched. I have to have that inside me before you can go." and went back to work on his long dick. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She had sucked him dry and now she wanted to fuck him. I had trouble believing that she could get his thing into her tiny twat. "It will take a little while, but with you doing that..." he chided. His cock was still at least a third bigger than mine was even after all of the work she had done. It was slowly coming back to life with her attention. "We need to go somewhere a little more private. When I fuck you, you won't be able to keep quiet" he stated matter-of-factly. She raised her head and told him that the family room in the basement would offer a good place. She immediately got up and guided him by the root to the basement stairs. She told him to go down and get comfortable. She told him that she wanted to use the bathroom and freshen up a bit. A few minutes later, I heard the water running. She quietly came to the couch where I was laying and gently shook me to check my state of sleep. I muttered to her, faking deep sleep and then she stumbled towards the basement. She left the TV on to mask the noise that she would soon make as promised by Clark. She was dressed in her terry cloth robe. I couldn't believe that my sweet wife had sucked off my best friend right in front of me and was now going to our basement to fuck him while I was in the house. I could definitely understand why Clark would want to have her. She was truly a prize. Now he was going to have her. My dick ached in anticipation of what would happen next. We had a large couch and a bed for guests in the basement in one large finished room. Along one wall, there are decorative mirrors that face the bed on the far side of the room. We also have a TV and a few other small pieces of furniture. From the stairs, you could see everything that happened on the bed by looking at the mirrors. I waited a few minutes to allow her to get down the stairs and get settled without her seeing or hearing me follow her to her rendezvous. I got to the top of the stairs when I quickly realized that they were not on the bed as I had thought. I could see him sitting on the couch in his birthday suite. Because of the darkness in the kitchen behind me, neither of them could see me as I crouched at the top of the stairs. She had lit a number of her candles for light as well as mood. Tonight the candles would provide enough light for me to see all. His growing cock looked bigger now that he had no clothes on. She stood in front of him still robed and her eyes feasting on his semi-hard cock. She untied the belt of her robe and allowed it to fall from her shoulders. He looked at her beautiful diminutive body with firm full breasts, tiny waist and heart shaped ass and smiled. In her nakedness, she stood there still gazing at his stiffening member. "You have a beautiful body. You're an angel," he complemented her as he held his hand out to her. She took his hand and kneeled between his spread legs. She looked into his eyes and gently grasped his cock. She began to lick it from the base to the tip. Over and over, she repeated this, occasionally stopping to swirl her tongue around the flared head. Every time she did this, he moaned. She worshiped his huge rod. The veins pulsed as she licked his dick. She looked into his eyes and smiled impishly. His dick was throbbing now. She was in love with his tool and I didn't know if I could ever get her back. Double Dating She got up, walked over to the bed, and sat. She motioned him to come to her. As he did, I slowly moved down the stairs for a better look. He sat beside her and kissed her deeply. She couldn't keep her hands off of his cock. She was clearly infatuated with it. He pushed her back onto the bed and began to kiss his way down to her firm breasts. Her nipples were stiff with excitement as he kissed and licked her round mounds. She moaned. He continued down her belly and to the top of her bush. He then positioned himself between her outstretched legs and started to kiss and lick her inner thighs. He was teasing her and she was starting to get frustrated. He relented and his tongue found her hole. She moaned again and grabbed his head holding it to her pussy. He knew how to eat pussy by the way she was reacting. He slid a finger in and out of her hole while he licked her clit. This produced the desired effect. Soon he had two and then three fingers in her to 'loosen her up'. She was moaning, her hips gyrating above the bed. I finally let my cock out of its prison. I was afraid to touch it because I knew I would shoot my wad immediately. She was moaning, panting, and going crazy on the bed. After about her fifth orgasm, he backed off. He slid up her body to where she could get his cock in her mouth. She didn't have to be asked twice and wetly devoured his massive organ. After a minute, he removed his cock from her mouth and slid down between her parted legs. He placed his cock on her mass of wet pubic curls. He got up onto his knees and she bent her legs. He took hold of his pussy pleaser and rubbed it up and down her wet slit. I didn't care about anything but watching this scene. "Be gentle..." she said. "I'll go slowly. You're going to love this." he replied. After moments of stroking her pussy with the head of his dick, he started to enter her. It took patience and perseverance. He slowly rocked back and forth. With each stroke, he gained a little more penetration. She was starting to go crazy under him raising her hips to meet his thrusts. "Oh god, you're sooo big! You're filling me so full." she moaned. "I'm only half way in. Just wait until I get it all of it inside of you." he replied. He continued his short strokes opening her formerly tight twat to accommodate his huge cock. I didn't think that she could take it all but he kept filling her. Finally, his big balls came to rest on her ass. He had stuffed her full of his giant dick and she loved it. He continued to fuck her with short, slow stokes. She panted, gasped and moaned as he slid his dick in and out of her wet hole. Her ass wriggled and writhed as he started to screw her with longer, faster strokes. She seemed to have an orgasm with each stroke. She placed her hands on his ass and urged him to fuck her harder. I thought I would see his cock coming out of her mouth any second. He fucked her for what must have been half an hour. "I can't believe you're fucking me sooo good...I could do this forever.... Ohhhhhh!" she panted. He was starting to yield to my wife's tight cunt. His movements became erratic and he plunged as deep as he could, filling Melissa's womb with his hot seed. She wrapped her legs around him the best that she could and held him tight while they both came. He continued to shudder and finally collapsed on top of Melissa. She kissed him passionately and he returned the kiss. They stayed like that for a long time. His hose was still connected to her like an umbilical cord. She rolled him onto his back displacing his cock from her now dripping cunt. Her cunt lips were swollen and her hole was gaping. I went to my couch and positioned myself in the same way as when she last saw me. She kissed him passionately at the door before he left. "I'll see you later," she told him. "Absolutely..." he replied. She found a blanket and covered me. When I heard the shower running, I began to stroke myself and in no time I was blowing my seed, my head spinning with the visions of my petite wife acting so wantonly with my best friend. I think I'll invite Clark over more often in the future, I think my wife will like that. Double Dating It was a strange feeling. I couldn’t last long like that. I squeezed Emma’s thigh to signal my defeat, and I felt the sudden coldness as the two girls got off my body. They giggled like schoolgirls as they switched places for my final scene for that particular act. Though we were all proven clean and the two girls on the pill, my girlfriend wanted me to fill her, that was the way she wanted it. So Emma placed her pussy over my mouth and I tasted her again – a subtly different flavour, like Chardonnay rather than my girlfriend’s Sauvignon. Interesting to taste two girls in two minutes. But my mind was on other things. My girlfriend gripped me firmly, her vagina tighter than her friend’s, more athletic. She rode me with more confidence and with timing that coincided with me. Emma didn’t hold my head as tightly, so I heard my girlfriend’s screams as she approached her peak and I reached mine. I read her rhythm, and soon we came together, with her hands gripping my waist and her body shuddering as I released deep inside her vagina. Strange to fall asleep sandwiched between two women, but it wouldn’t be for the last time while we were there in New York. Yet despite the real sexual attraction between Emma and myself, the whole experience really proved that the bond Bethany had with me was unbelievably strong. Because although sex was sensational with Emma, when love was involved the feelings were so much more powerful.