8 comments/ 138579 views/ 31 favorites Teaching Her to Open Up By: cuninglinguist61 I had been dating Caroline for a short time, maybe a month, when I decided to break it off. She is a beautiful woman, about 5' 3", a small build with an incredible ass and a nice, firm pair of breasts. She is very intelligent, a great all-around package, but she was too reserved for my tastes. Caroline was raised in a very wealthy, conservative, Bible-thumping household. Even though she is in her late 40's, and raised two good kids by herself, her parents still have a hold on her life. We had slept together three times during our time together, and it was nothing spectacular. As I said, Caroline is a beautiful woman, and has an incredible body, but even looking at her nude couldn't make up for the lack of fire in the bedroom. We had plans to go out shopping together Friday evening to find a dress for Caroline to wear to her cousin's Christmas party, which we were supposed to go to in a month. We were going to meet for a drink before we went, and I decided that would be the perfect time to end things with her. The break-up actually went smoother than I expected. Caroline had told me that she had a problem getting past the first couple of months in a relationship, and I didn't know how she would take it. She took the news quite well though, and we parted ways. Late that night, as I was sitting on my patio having a cigar and a bourbon, my phone rang. The caller ID told me that it was Caroline, and I briefly debated whether to answer it. I really didn't want to deal with it right now, so I let it go to voicemail. When I listened to the message the next day, I heard Caroline asking me about getting a couple of things that she had left at my house. I called her back, and told her that I was free that afternoon, and could run them by her place, or we could meet somewhere. Caroline had some errands to run, so we decided where to meet. When we both got there, I brought Caroline her things, and as I was saying goodbye, Caroline asked if we could talk for a minute. I was really hoping to avoid any rehashing of what happened last night, and why, but I knew that wasn't going to happen, so I decided to get it over with. "Sure, I have a few minutes," I told her. "What is it about me that makes men run after only a month?" she asked, getting right to the point. "Caroline, you don't want to do this," I told her. "It was just a lack of chemistry, that's all." "I felt chemistry, though," she responded. "If you didn't feel any chemistry, why did you sleep with me?" "Caroline ..." I started. "I want to know," she cut me off. "If you didn't feel any chemistry with me , why did you sleep with me? Am I just a notch on your bedpost?" she demanded. Knowing that there was going to be no avoiding this, I decided to be blunt with her. "No," I told her. "I felt there was some chemistry, that's why I wanted to sleep with you. I don't have notches in my bedpost, as you know, having been in my bed." I wasn't sure how much further to go, so I paused a second to see if that would satisfy her. Of course, I had no such luck. "So what happened?" she asked. "Am I that bad in bed? I know that I don't have a lot of experience, but I didn't think that I was THAT bad." I knew that there was no way around it now, so I decided to put it all out there. "You're not bad," I told her. "You are just too ... uptight, and conservative. Sex with you is just too vanilla." "Well, I just don't have much experience," she told me. "I don't know what to do." "Experience has nothing to do with it," I told her. "It is all about enthusiasm, about opening up. You have to loosen up in bed. Sex is all about having fun. You seem to approach it as a burden, or a chore." "I enjoy it," she responded, "especially with you. You are the biggest, and the best that I've ever had." "Look," I finally told her, "I told you in the beginning that I was not looking for a serious, committed relationship right now, and you just aren't FWB or sex-buddy material. Your body sure as hell is, but your mind isn't. I'm sorry." "Help me then," Caroline responded, almost sounding desperate. "I want to be like that. I want to be the type of woman who men think of when they think of sex. I'm tired of being a revolving door for men. Please." "You can't," I responded. "You just aren't like that. You aren't open-minded enough to be that person that you want to be." "I can be," she answered. "I want to be." I knew that there was only one way to satisfy her, but I had to do this on my terms. I knew that if she agreed, I could have a little fun turning her into a high-class slut. "OK," I told her, "I will help you, but there is one rule that you have to follow. If you ever refuse to do something that I tell you to, it's over. No questions." Caroline looked at me for a second, and said "OK." "OK, what?" I asked. "OK, I will do whatever you tell me to," she responded softly, looking at the ground. "Look me in the eye and tell me," I said firmly. Caroline looked me in the eye, and said to me, "I will do whatever you tell me to." "And what happens if you refuse?" I asked. "If I tell you no, then the lessons are over," she answered, keeping eye contact. Still not believing that she would go through with it, I smiled, looked at Caroline, and said, "OK. Wait here a minute." We were in the parking lot of a mall this whole time, and I went into the mall. I knew that Victoria's Secret was close to the entrance that we were nearest, and I headed straight there. I remember Caroline telling me one time that as far as she was concerned, thongs were for sluts. I also knew what size she was. I bought a dozen pair in her size, and headed back to the lot. She was still standing where I left her when I got back. I looked at her dress, a light, flowery summer dress, and looked into the bag that I was carrying. I pulled out a pair of lavender thong panties and handed them to her. "Put these on," I told her. Her eyes widened as she realized what I was holding, and she took them in her hand. "OK," she responded, and turned towards her car. "No," I told her. "Right here." "Right here?" she asked, shocked. "Out in the open?" "Yes," I told her. "Right here, out in the open. Just reach up under your skirt, pull down what you have on, and put these on." Caroline looked around, reached up under her skirt, and pulled off her panties. I put my hand out, and she handed them to me. I could feel the warmth from her crotch, and they felt a little damp. I knew then that I had her. She was excited by all of this! Looking around a second time, Caroline pulled the thong panties that I gave her on. I could tell by the look on her face that she was a little shocked, and a bit pleased, by how they felt on her. I put the panties that she handed me into my pocket, and handed her the bag with the rest of the thongs. "I want you to wear these from now on, unless I tell you differently. Do you understand?" I asked her. Caroline looked up at me and said softly, "Yes." "Good, I'll call you later," I told her as I walked back to my truck. Later that afternoon, I called her. "How does that thong feel, walking around all day?" I asked, as soon as she answered the phone. "It feels nice," she answered softly. "Do you like the way it feels, rubbing against your pussy while you walk around, with all of these people around you?" I asked her teasingly. She gasped when I said that, but she answered. "Yes," was all she said. "Good," I told her. "Call me when you get home." I hung up, and prepared for the evening. I decided that I would try to push her as far as I could tonight, to give her a taste of what she was in for. That night, we were sitting in Caroline's home, having a bottle of wine. I knew that would help her relax, and I brought some additional assistance also. As we finished the bottle of wine, I put some jazz on the stereo and pulled out a joint. I had a kid at work find me some high-grade smoke, and I knew it would help her relax and open up even more. Caroline smoked the joint with me after a brief protest, and when we were done, I knew that she was ready for the evening's festivities to begin. We went up to Caroline's bedroom suite, and I took her straight to the bathroom. She has a Jacuzzi tub, and I led her there. While we stood there, with Coltrane softly wailing in the background, I got behind her, and while gently breathing and blowing on her neck, I started to slowly remove Caroline's clothing. When she was nude, I had her step into the tub and sit at the edge. I had brought along my beard trimmer, so I grabbed it and her razor and cream and stepped into the tub with her. "What are you doing?" she asked as I turned on the water. "I'm going to shave you," I told her. "Just sit back and relax." "But, I ..." she started. "But you aren't going to argue with me, are you?" I cut her off. "No," she said meekly. I turned the water on to warm it up, and got down between Caroline's legs, opening them up. I could see moisture starting to dew up on her pussy, and I knew that she was enjoying this more than she wanted to let on. When I had her legs spread, I took my trimmer and turned it on. When I touched it to Caroline's body, she let out a gasp. I had never even thought about the vibrations from the trimmer affecting her. I started to trim the hairs from around her crotch, and she started to squirm as I got closer to her pussy, leaning back to give me better access. The pot and the wine had clearly taken a good hold of her mind, and she was enjoying what was happening to her body. When I had all of the hairs trimmed down, I turned the trimmer off, and I heard a small moan come from Caroline's lips. I smiled as she gasped and moaned as I poured warm water over her almost bare, moistening pussy. When I started to rub the shaving gel over her pussy, she groaned louder, and moved her hips slightly. Caroline was wiggling and moving her hips in small motions as I shaved her. As I got to the area around her clit, I intentionally slid my thumb over her swollen bud as I moved it out of the way. When I did that to both sides, Caroline let out a loud moan and sighed. When I had her entire crotch bare as the day that she was born, I poured more warm water over her, and patted her dry. When she was mostly dried off, I helped her step out of the tub, and I sat her down on the outside edge. I rubbed a lotion over her newly shorn mound, intentionally avoiding her clit. By now, Caroline was almost ready to explode, but I wanted her to wait. I led her back to the bedroom, and had her stand in the middle of the room. I went to a bag that I had brought with, and pulled out some more of my purchases from the mall. I pulled out a silk camisole and matching silk thong. "Put this on," I told her, and I opened a second bottle of wine that I had brought up. When she had the lingerie on, I handed her a glass of wine, and looked her up and down. She did look incredible, and I was tempted to just throw her down on her bed and fuck her silly, but I knew that I had to keep up with my plan. While she was drinking the wine, I went around her room and lit some candles. Soon, the room was filled with fragrances, and Caroline had finished the glass. After I put the glasses down, I went to my bag and pulled out a silk scarf. I walked up behind Caroline, and started to softly glide the scarf over her body, and eventually tied the scarf around her eyes, blindfolding her. She gasped softly as I tied the scarf around her head, and I led her to her bed. I laid her down, bent down to her ear, and whispered to her, "I want you to touch yourself." She gasped when I said that, and started to say something, but I cut her off. "Listen to the music, let the music and the buzz take you away. I am not here. That is why I blindfolded you. You are alone in your bed, you are horny, you want to touch yourself. Enjoy yourself," I told her softly. "But I can't do that in front of you," she protested. "I'm not here. Nobody's here but you, in a dark, candle lit room," I whispered. "Explore your body. Please yourself. In order to tell someone else what you like, you have to know what you like." I placed her hands on her belly, and walked away from the bed. I turned the music up slightly, and quietly pulled a camcorder from my bag. As I was finding the perfect spot to set it up, Caroline started to move her hands. Soon, she was rubbing her breasts through the silk, and her breathing started getting heavier. After playing with her breasts and nipples for a few minutes, she started to slide one hand down to her pussy. From where I was sitting, when Caroline spread her legs and slid her hand down, I could see a large wet spot on the silk. As she slid her hand over her silk-covered clit, Caroline let out a loud gasp and moan, and started to pull on her nipple with her other hand. I knew that the feel of the silk was just adding to the sensations that she was feeling, and I sat back and enjoyed the show, getting it all on video. It didn't take long before Caroline was starting to cum. She was rubbing her pussy faster and harder while humping the air, and she was pulling harder on her nipple. Soon, she started to moan and groan loudly, and started to shake. Finally, Caroline was hit with her orgasm, and she moaned loudly. "Ohhh!!!" she wailed, as her body shook and she cupped her pussy and squeezed her breast. I knew that she had to have had a good orgasm, but she still seemed to hold back some. When she came down from her orgasm high, she was still lightly rubbing herself. I quietly went to the side of the bed, and while she was rubbing the silk, I gently pulled the covering aside, so that she was rubbing her bare pussy. Her pussy was soaked, and her fingers slid over her bare skin easier that they did on the silk. When she felt her bare, wet skin, Caroline let out another gasp. She started to flick her clit, and was humping her hips again. After a couple of minutes, she had a couple of mini- orgasms, and seemed to be slowing down. I went back to my bag, and pulled out the last of my purchases, a 6" long, silent, waterproof vibrator. I walked to the side of the bed again, turned the vibe on, and gently placed it in her hand. She let out a long, loud moan when she felt the vibrations on her pussy, and immediately started to slide it over her clit. "Oh my god," she moaned as the vibrations shook through her body. She had her feet planted on the bed, and was humping the air. Soon, on her own, she slid the hand that was pulling on her nipples and brought it down to her seeping pussy. By now, I had taken the camcorder in my hands, and was getting even better views and close-ups. I had a hard-on that was threatening to burst through my pants, but I was trying to concentrate on Caroline. The hand that was on her nipples went to her clit, and she started to slide the vibe down lower. Her breathing was getting heavier, and she was moaning more and more, with her hips moving in every direction. Caroline rubbed the tip of the vibe all around her pussy, coating it in her juices. After a short time of this, she slid the vibe down to her soaking pussy, and started to slide it in. "Oh my god!" she yelled, as she slid the vibe as deep into her wet hole as she could. She rubbed her clit faster, and she kept moaning, "Oh my god, oh my goddd!! Ohh!" as she brought herself to another major orgasm. I was alternating the camera between her face and her pussy as Caroline brought herself to her orgasm. Finally, she tensed up, shoved the vibe all the way in, holding it at an angle that would get the top of her pussy, and stroked her clit at a rapid pace. "Oh my god! Oh god yes!" she yelled, as her orgasm overtook her. Her body shook and quivered and I saw an incredible amount of fluid ooze out of her pussy around the buried vibe. As her body came down from what seemed to be an incredible climax, I gently reached between her legs and turned the vibe down, and then off. As the orgasmic high wore off, Caroline started to drift off to sleep. I went around the room, blowing out candles and turning off the stereo, until I knew she was asleep. When I knew that she was out, I untied the blindfold and opened it up along her pillow. I slowly slid the vibe out of her still tight pussy, and I heard a faint moan and got a little shake when I withdrew it. I then placed it on her bed table, next to her clock, right where she would see it. I pulled a sheet over her to cover her, gathered my things, and went home, letting her sleep. Before I left, however, I left her a note, under the vibrator, that said, "Wear these tomorrow," and placed another silk thong alongside it. The next day was Sunday, and I knew that Caroline went to the 10:30 services at her church. I also knew that for at least an hour after the services, her entire family stuck around for a gathering of the clans, as it were, in the social center, next to the church. I decided to drop in and make an appearance. As soon as I walked up to the building, I was glad that I wore my best suit that day. This was obviously a very conservative congregation, every male in a suit, and every woman in a dress. It kind of made me think that this was probably what an Osmond family reunion must look like. I was able to pick out Caroline and her family immediately. All of the women, Caroline, her mother, and her three sisters, all looked alike. They all had the same beauty body type. They also, especially the mother, looked like ice princesses. I chuckled to myself when I got a good look at Caroline. She looked like she had woke up late, and rushed to get to church on time. Walking past her family, I even heard her say to her mother, "I just overslept. Big deal." I made my way around the room, nodding and saying hello to people, who obviously had no idea who I was, but were far too polite and "well-heeled" to ask me any questions. Eventually, I saw Caroline head towards the coffee, and got in line right behind her. When I knew that no one was around to hear, I leaned into her, and whispered in her ear, "Are you wearing your silk thong today?" Gasping, Caroline spun around to see my smiling face. She was surprised to see me, and her face had a million emotions all at once, from a brief smile to shock. "Good morning. How are feeling today?" I asked, teasing her. "I, uh, I'm fine, thank you," she was finally able to get out. "You haven't answered my first question," I reminded her, smiling. "What? Oh," she said. "Um, yes, I am," she whispered. "You are what?" I asked, enjoying this tease. "I am wearing my silk thong," she answered in a hushed voice. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "Why, I came to see you, of course," I answered. "You know, of course, that I am going to want proof of that." "Proof? What kind of proof?" she asked as we walked away from the table carrying our coffee. "Well, obviously, visual proof would be best," I smiled at her. Before she could respond, an older woman approached us, and said in a loud voice, "Hello Caroline. Who is your friend? I don't believe that we've seen him around before." Not at all upset or insulted that this woman was speaking about me as if I wasn't standing right next to her, I just smiled at the old cow. "Aunt Honore, this is Kurt. He's a friend of mine," Caroline told this woman. "Oh," her Aunt responded. "Is he your boyfriend? I mean, you two were just talking awfully closely." Before Caroline could respond, I cut in and told the nosy cow, "We just started dating recently. You might say that we are still testing out the chemistry." When the old woman finally finished with the interrogation, she waddled back to the family to report what she had learned, and I led Caroline away. Teaching Her to Open Up "Honore?" I asked her, sarcastically. "Don't laugh. That was almost my name, too. It's an old family name," she explained as we walked. When we reached the door, I led her outside. "Where are we going?" she asked, looking back towards her family. I led her to my truck, which is big enough, and parked the right way, to shield us from view of the building, at least from the chest down. "I told you, I want proof," I said. "What? Here? This is a church," she asked, shocked. "Actually, this is just a parking lot. That is the church," I told her, with another smile on my face. Looking around the parking lot with wide eyes, Caroline lifted the front of her skirt, showing me her beautiful legs, and eventually her silk covered mound. I could see a small damp spot forming. I reached out and softly stroked the silk, enjoying the feel of the hot, damp silk. "Good, I'm very proud of you," I told her. "How does the silk feel, rubbing up against your bald pussy while you walk around?" She closed her eyes and moaned as I stroked her pussy, passing over her clit. "It feels nice," she said softly. "I bet it was hard to concentrate on the preacher, wasn't it?" I asked. "Yes," she whispered. "Did you feel like a naughty girl, with your bald, silk covered pussy, sitting in church like that?" I pressed. Again, all she could do was gasp and whisper, "Yes." "Good," I told her as I pulled my hand out from her pussy. "I'll call you later," I told her as I kissed her on the cheek, just in case anybody was watching from the building. We went on like that for the next couple of weeks. I had to admit, Caroline never said no, and was starting to show a bit of a wild streak. I didn't think that she had it in her, but she was proving me wrong. She was showing a lot of progress, being more vocal, getting to know what she liked and wanted. She even started to enjoy sucking my cock and having her pussy licked. She was a bit reluctant at first, but soon started to get into the feelings, the power, and the passion involved in giving, and receiving, oral sex. She was even bold enough to give me road head while we were driving around one night, and she swallowed my cum that night. That was a first, and it seemed to open a whole new door for her. After that, she gave me head every time we were together, swallowing my cum when I let her get that far. (She was also starting to become a better fuck, and I was enjoying that even more that her head.) Caroline even allowed me to take photos of her one night, starting with tamer, arty-type pics, and progressing to bolder, dirtier ones. The photo session ended in a wild fuck, which I taped with her knowledge. Finally, the date of the Christmas party rolled around. I had intended for that to be Caroline's final exam, and things were going according to plan. I got to Caroline's house about an hour before we were to leave. As soon as she let me in, she went and took a shower. While she was in there, I went to work. Caroline had her dress laid out, waiting for her. She was going to wear her new dress, a little black number, a lace bra-and-panty set, pantyhose, and heels. I removed the bra from the lay-out, and replaced the pantyhose with a pair of silk thigh-high hose. When she finished her shower, she came into her bedroom, where I was sitting. She saw what I had done, and smiled briefly, until she noticed what was missing. "What about a bra?" she asked me. "You don't need one," I told her. "Your breasts can go natural, especially with that jacket on." Caroline does have nice breasts, a C-cup, and remarkably firm. I had gotten her to go braless before, usually in a sweatshirt or with a jacket on, but never in a setting like this. "I promise you, no one will no the difference, other than you and me," I assured her. Silently, Caroline looked at me and started getting dressed. When she was done, and started putting her make-up on, I went and made myself a drink. Soon enough, Caroline came out and was ready to go. She looked incredible. The dress fit her perfectly, and her legs, in the heels and hose, looked amazing. The limo that I had hires showed up just on time, and we left for the party. I was a little surprised to see that our driver was a college-age girl, and a very cute one at that. The party was going to take place at a country club that Caroline's family all belonged to. It was out in the country, about an hour drive. When we were on the road, I pulled out a joint. After I raised the privacy screen and opened the windows and the sunroof, I lit it up. Caroline looked at me with raised eyebrows, and said "Do you think that I should? I want to be coherent tonight." "I know. We're only going to have a couple of hits. I just want to relax you," I told her as I handed her the joint. After we each had a couple of pulls of the joint, I put it out. As we sat there, I started to stroke Caroline's thighs, inching my way towards her crotch. When my hand went to slip under her dress, she grabbed my hand and motioned towards the driver. "She can't see us," I assured Caroline. "The privacy screen is up." Eventually, the pot started to take it's affects, and she sat back in the seat and relaxed. I soon had the front of her dress bunched up around her waist, and I was rubbing her pussy. She moaned in pleasure, and I slowly slid off of the seat. Kneeling between her legs, I leaned in and placed a kiss on Caroline's silk-covered pussy. I could feel the heat, and could smell her arousal. She sighed as I licked the length of the fabric, and she spread her legs wider. I slowly slid her thong down her legs, and slipped it into my pocket. I then placed my tongue on her wet pussy, and slowly licked my way up her pussy. When I got to the top, I slowly circled her clit, until she sighed and gasped, and moved her hips around to make contact between her clit and my tongue. When I finally let my tongue glide over her erect clit, Caroline let out a loud sigh, and sank back into the seat. I pulled her ass forward, giving me better access. I slowly started to lick along her wet slit, sliding my tongue into her hot hole, and trailing my tongue up to her clit. When I reached her clit, she would sigh and moan, and her pussy was getting wetter. I kept licking her pussy like that, until I knew that we were getting close to the country club. Fortunately, Caroline was close to cumming, too. I wrapped my lips around her stiff little clit, and started sucking on it as I slowly slid a finger into her wet hole. Caroline gasped as I slid my finger in, along the top wall of her hot, wet depths. When she started to buck her hips, I released her clit from my lips, and slid my tongue down her slit towards her opening. I also slipped my finger out, and slid it towards her ass. I buried my tongue in her wet pussy, and slid my wet finger over her asshole. I slid my tongue towards her clit, but I kept my finger at her asshole. She was seeping enough fluid that my finger was easily sliding into her hot, tight ass. As I wrapped my lips around her clit again, I slid my thumb into her pussy, and slid my finger deeper into her ass. I was sliding my finger and thumb in and out of her hot holes, and I was flicking my tongue over her clit as I was sucking on it. Soon, Caroline was reaching her orgasm. She was moaning louder, and her breath was getting very heavy. Finally, she reached out to my head, and gasped loudly, "Oh, yes. I'm going to cum! Oh my god!" When I heard hear say that, I pulled away, even pulling my fingers out of her pussy and ass. "No," I told her. "You're not going to cum yet." "What? What are you doing?" Caroline exclaimed. "I don't want you to cum yet," I told her. "I want you on edge all night." "But, you can't do that," she tried to reason with me. "It's not fair." I chuckled as I sat back while we pulled up to the country club doors. "If you're a good girl, maybe I'll take care of you during the party," I whispered in her ear as we exited the limo. The limo driver was holding the door for us, and she looked a little flushed. "Did you enjoy the show?" I asked her as Caroline walked ahead of me. "You mean .." she started to ask. "Yes, I knew that wasn't the privacy screen that I put up," I told her, smiling. I caught up with Caroline, and entered the party with her on my arm. The guest list for the party was a who's who of the wealthy and important (or self- important) in our town. I knew right away that this was the perfect situation for what I wanted to do with Caroline. After introducing me to friends and family, I went to the bar to get us a couple of drinks. While I was waiting, I made small talk with a couple of people that I recognized from TV, including a news anchor that was even more beautiful in person than she was on TV. After I got our drinks, I made my way back to Caroline. "How are you doing?" I asked her. "I'm doing fine," she responded. "When do I get my panties back?" she whispered. "Probably tomorrow," I told her. "How does it feel, walking around all of these people, family and friends, knowing that you are completely nude under your dress?" "It feels kind of funny, not having anything on," she told me. "Do you like it?" I asked her. "Yes," she whispered back. "OK, then," I smiled at her, as I scanned the room. Over the next couple of hours, we mingled around the room. Caroline, being known by a number of people in the room, was a popular conversationalist. I was enjoying myself watching her as we worked the room, knowing that she was naked underneath that dress. I even teased her about it a couple of times, knowing that would just frustrate her more. A couple of times, different men came up to Caroline and asked her to dance. Since she had stated to a few people that we were "friends", I said nothing to stop them from taking her to the dance floor. At one point, while Caroline was dancing a slow number with a political bigwig, Samantha, one of Caroline's cousins, approached me and asked me to dance. Not wanting to be rude, I took Samantha's arm and led her out on to the dance floor. "Well, I guess what Caroline said is true," Samantha said as we started to dance. "What is that?" I asked her. "That you two are only friends," she answered. "If you were my boyfriend, I wouldn't be dancing with anyone else, or letting you dance with anyone else." Samantha was on her way to a well-deserved drunk. Just a week ago, she had stopped off to visit a neighbor, who was a good friend, after doing some shopping, and caught her husband in bed with her friend. After screaming at her husband and her friend, she stormed out, went home, and caught her youngest daughter in bed with her boyfriend. "Well, since Caroline and I ARE just friends, that means that I can dance with anyone that I wish, doesn't it?" I asked Samantha as we swayed to the music. "Yes, it does," she responded, as she nestled herself in my arms. Like all of the women in Caroline's family, Samantha was gorgeous. She also was short, but unlike the rest of her family, Samantha had a pair of large breasts. My guess was that she was a "D" cup, and on her slim, petite body, they looked huge. I couldn't help but enjoy the feel of them as they pressed into me as we danced. Unfortunately, that also caused me to start to have an erection. I was worried that Samantha would freak out, but she just sighed and moved in even closer. "Caroline told me about your rough day last week," I said softly in her ear as we danced. "I'm sorry that you had to go through that." "Thank you," she sighed."You're very sweet." "You know what the toughest thing about that day was?" she asked a second later. "It was realizing that I was the only one in that house not having any sex." She was starting to slur her words more. Not knowing what to say, I fell back on the old standard, "Well, if it means anything, I think that your husband is an idiot." "That means a lot, coming from such a sweet, good looking man," she said softly as she nestled back into my arms. As the song ended, I thanked Samantha for the dance, and looked up to see Caroline, who was standing there. I took Caroline's hand, and pulled her in close. She gasped when she felt my hard cock pressing against her belly. "Do you like what you feel?" I asked her softly. "Yes, I do," she responded. "Were you like this while you were dancing with Samantha?" "Yes, I was," I told her. "Samantha didn't seem to mind." I held Caroline tight as we danced, sliding my hands on her back. Soon, the song ended, and Caroline and I headed back to our table. Samantha was there alone, and immediately asked Caroline to go to the bathroom with her. When they came back, I could see that Samantha was a bit wobbly on her feet. Caroline helped her to the table, and asked me if we could give her a ride home. Samantha had reached her limit, and didn't want to drive home. We decided to walk her out to the limo and let her rest, since we weren't ready to go yet. Once we got her out there, I sat her so that she was reclining in the corner. I told the driver to keep an eye on Samantha and Caroline and I went back inside. I went to the bar and got us two more drinks, and Caroline went to the table. As I handed her the drink, I sat and told Caroline to remove her jacket. She looked at me with widening eyes, but did as I asked. When our drinks were about half gone, I took Caroline out to the dance floor. As I pulled her in, I slid my hands to her lower back and started to slowly and lightly glide my hand over her back. I could feel Caroline's breasts press into me as we danced, and her nipples started to harden. That caused me to start to get an erection, which was what I wanted. As my hardening cock pressed against her belly, I heard Caroline gasp. Smiling to myself, I held Caroline tight as we swayed to the slow, seductive rhythm. "So what was so important that Samantha had to talk to you right away?" I whispered in her ear. "She wanted to talk about you," Caroline responded. "What about me?" I asked. "She told me that she felt you pressing on her belly. That you were hard," she told me. "What did she feel pressing on her?" I asked her. "Your cock," she answered. "She felt your hard cock." "What else did she say?" I asked. "She said that you felt big. She wanted to know if you were really that big. She said that she has never had a big cock, and wanted to know how it felt. Then she told me that she hasn't had sex in over a year." Caroline's voice was getting huskier as she told me this, so I knew that she was getting turned on telling me about it. "She was asking me questions about our sex life while we were dancing," I lied to her, deciding to add her cousin to my plan. "She was asking a lot of questions about you, telling me how beautiful you are." When I told her that, I felt her hold her breath for a second, and then almost sigh. "Well, she was pretty drunk," Caroline tried to reason. "Yeah, maybe that's it," I told her. "Or maybe she thinks that you are beautiful and wants to see you without this dress on." That got a gasp from Caroline, and a quick, "I don't think so." "You never know," I told her as we continued to dance. I kept pressing my hard cock into her belly as we moved, and continued to glide my hands over her back, and I discretely started to kiss, lick, and nibble on her neck. I knew that Caroline's neck was her soft spot, and wanted to heat her up. I could almost feel her melt as I worked on her, and the song ended. I led Caroline outside on the patio and led her to a dark corner. I put her in front of me as I led her towards a wall. When we reached the wall, I held on to Caroline's hips and pulled her back to me. I gently but firmly pushed against her ass with my hard cock, and then slid one hand up to play with her breasts through her dress. I then turned her around, placed her back against the wall, and started to kiss her. I also started to squeeze her ass, and ground my cock into her, like I was fucking her as we stood there. When we stopped kissing and separated, Caroline's breathing was heavy. I leaned in, started to kiss her neck, and slid a hand under her dress. I reached her pussy and found it to be soaking wet. "Are you ready to go?" I breathed into her ear as my finger played at her wet hole. "Yes," she breathed, and we headed to the limo. When we got to the limo, our driver told me that Samantha hadn't moved since we sat her down. As Caroline got into the car, I told the driver to take the long route home, and then asked her, "Would you like me to leave the privacy screen down again?" The driver blushed as she answered me. "That would be nice," she said, and then closed the door behind me. Caroline and I were seated in the rear seat, and Samantha was in the middle seat, at the corner on the passenger side. As the car started, I put my arm around Caroline's shoulder and we sat back. Samantha had slouched down a bit, and her dress had slid up almost to her crotch. The left shoulder strap of her dress had fallen also, and the way that she had slid down, most of her huge breast was showing, along with the crotch of her panties. As we left the country club, I pulled the rest of the joint from my pocket and lit it. Caroline and I smoked it, and blew a few hits at Samantha just for fun. When we were done, I started to stroke Caroline's shoulder, sliding my fingers over towards her chest. "Samantha is beautiful, isn't she?" I asked Caroline as my fingers slid under the top of her dress towards her breast. "Yes," she answered me, softly. I knew that at this point, between the alcohol, the pot, and my teasing her all night long, Caroline had to ready to explode. I slid the shoulder of her dress off of her, and my hand slid a little further. My fingers were almost reaching her aureola, and her breathing was already starting to get heavy. "She has very nice legs, doesn't she?" I asked, breathing into her ear. "Yes," Caroline breathed again. I slid my fingers down further, and teased Caroline's nipple. She gasped and lightly pushed her breast into my hand. I took a hold of her full tit and gave it a soft squeeze. Caroline moaned and squirmed, and spread her legs slightly. "Reach down and touch yourself," I whispered in her ear. Caroline moaned again as her hand slid across her belly and down to her pussy. When I heard her sharp intake of breath, I asked her, "Are you wet?" "Yes," she whispered, as her fingers stroked her pussy. "How wet are you?" I asked. "Very wet," she responded. I pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her tits, and she gasped loudly. When I reached down and pulled her skirt up, exposing her pussy and her moving hand, Caroline moaned and opened her legs further. "Slide your finger into your wet pussy," I instructed her. Caroline closed her eyes and groaned as she slid two fingers into her wet hole. While her eyes were closed, I took the opportunity to glance around. Samantha's eyes were still closed, and the driver was splitting her time watching the road and watching Caroline. After she had spent a couple of minutes sliding her fingers in and out of her hot pussy, I whispered in Caroline's ear, "Take your fingers out and let me taste them." Caroline moaned again and brought her fingers to my mouth. I slowly licked and sucked her juices off of her fingers as I looked the driver in the eye through the mirror. I took a hold of Caroline's wrist, and led her hand back to her pussy. She slid her fingers back in, and as she moaned loudly, Samantha stirred. She didn't open her eyes, but she did turn towards us, and her legs opened a little more. Teaching Her to Open Up As I squeezed het breast, I told Caroline to take her fingers out of her pussy again. When she did, I whispered into her ear that she should taste herself. She had never done that, as far as I knew, and it was time. Caroline moaned at that suggestion, then she slid her fingers out of her hot, wet pussy. As she slid them into her mouth, licking them clean, I pulled on her nipples. That made her moan louder, and her body stiffened for a brief second. Sliding her fingers back into her wet hole, Caroline spread her legs more. As she did that, she kicked Samantha's legs slightly, and that caused Samantha to stir. Caroline froze, the fingers on one hand buried deep in her pussy, and her other hand was rubbing her clit. Samantha slowly opened her eyes, and blinked as she realized what she was seeing. Samantha slowly smiled, and softly said, "Wow. What a sight to wake up to." As shocked as Caroline might have been, she was far too turned on to stop. She resumed playing with her pussy, and I continued playing with her tits and her nipples. "Why don't you show us something?" I asked Samantha, trying to see how far I could take things with these two women. Smiling, Samantha slowly reached down and slid her boy short panties off. She then spread her legs, and started to stroke her pussy. "Now you show us," she said, as she sank two fingers into her pussy. I smiled at her, and removed my hand from Caroline's breast. I unzipped my pants and dropped them around my ankles. I sat there with a large bulge in my boxers, and Samantha gasped and smiled when she saw it. I then raised my ass up off of the seat, looking Samantha in the eyes, and slowly pulled my drawers off. When my hard cock popped into her view, Samantha groaned and slid another finger into her pussy. "That is huge," Samantha said softly, never taking her eyes off of my stiff cock. I whispered into Caroline's ear, and she lowered her head into my lap. Keeping one hand on her sopping wet pussy, she took my rod in her other hand and started to kiss and lick my shaft. Samantha moaned loudly as Caroline took my cock into her mouth, and then she lowered the top of her dress, exposing her large breasts. I glanced over at the driver, and she was watching the scene unfolding behind her as much as she could and still drive. Knowing that we were getting close to Caroline's home, I decided to pick things up a bit. I pulled Caroline off of my cock and guided her on top of me. I had Caroline sit on my lap facing her cousin. As she lowered her steamy pussy onto my cock, all three of us moaned. Caroline started to ride me, raising and lowering herself on my cock. "Oh my god, that feels so nice," she said, as her weight sank my stiff cock deep into her tight pussy. I knew that she was too turned on to last very long, and I sped up the process by reaching up and squeezing her tits. She leaned back on me, allowing me to reach her pussy. I was pumping up into Caroline's hot, silky pussy, watching the driver watch us, when I saw Samantha move. She got on her knees between our legs and moved my hand from Caroline's clit. Samantha then started to rub Caroline's clit as she licked the underside of my shaft as it slid in and out of her pussy. "Oh yeah," Caroline exclaimed as her cousin added to the mix. "Oh my god that's so good!" After a couple of minutes, Caroline started to moan louder. Her breath was getting heavy, and she started to shake. "Oh god, I'm going to cum! Oh yeah, I'm cumming!" she yelled. I felt her shake and her body stiffened as I pulled her hips down, burying my cock deep into her spasming pussy. I could feel her tight pussy squeezing my cock as she kept moaning. I raised Caroline up for a second, to change positions, and Samantha engulfed my slick cock with her mouth as Caroline moved. Samantha was a natural cock-sucker. She was able to slide her lips up and down on my shaft and keep her tongue going the whole time. Caroline sat down and watched as her cousin worked her oral magic on my wet, hard cock. She started to play with her pussy, and I looked at her and asked, "What would you like?" Caroline had a glazed look in her eyes as she told me, "I want to watch you fuck her." Samantha kept my cock in her mouth as she looked at Caroline. Caroline just nodded at her and smiled. "I want you to be happy. I know Kurt will treat you right." Samantha looked up at me, and I smiled at her. "Whenever you are ready, baby," I told her. Samantha grinned as she let my cock drop from her mouth and sat back down on the seat. I lowered my face to her pussy, and slowly started to lick my way around her wet slit. Her pussy had a sweet taste, and I enjoyed spreading her juices around with my tongue. I slid a finger into her pussy as I was licking around her clit, and I placed the tip of another finger at her puckered asshole. As I flicked my fingertip around her tight back hole, Samantha moaned and groaned. Samantha was seeping enough juices that her cute little asshole was shiny. My fingertip was able to slide in with almost no resistance. That caused her to gasp, and yelp out, "Oh, my! That's nice. Oh, yeah." She was wiggling her hips as I licked her slit, and she moved her hips so that almost half of my finger was in her asshole. I kept sliding it in and out as I worked on her clit. Soon, Samantha reached down and grabbed my head, pulling it deeper into her wetness. "Oh yeah," she gasped loudly when I wrapped my lips around her clit and started sucking on it while I fingered her ass. It didn't take long until I heard "Ohhh! Ohhh!," and Samantha started to shake and bounce around, just like her cousin did. Before Samantha could get off though, I pulled my face from her pussy and straightened up. That brought a whine of protest from Samantha, but I ignored her as I got up on my knees. She moaned in delight as I lined my cock up with her hot, wet hole, and I sank my thick cock deep into her pussy. "Oh my god!" she yelled as my cock reached bottom. Samantha was so tight and hot and wet, I knew that my time was going to come very soon. I started to fuck her harder and faster, and she was getting into it. Samantha was fucking back at me, getting hotter and hotter. Caroline was now sitting on the seat next to her cousin, and reached down and stroked Samantha's clit while she stroked her own. The sight of Samantha sprawled out, big tits bouncing all over the place as I fucked her, with Caroline sitting next to her stroking both women's clits, was almost too much for me to watch. I started to pound Samantha's pussy harder and faster yet. That started to set her off, and she started getting louder. "Oh yeah, fuck me," she yelled. "Fuck my. Bang my little pussy. Fuck me!" Caroline started the chain reaction orgasms by announcing her orgasm. "Oh yes. I'm cumming again!" she gasped as she sank two fingers into her pussy. That caused Samantha to start her orgasm. "Oh yeah! I'm cumming too! Oh god fuck me!" The sight and sound of these two cumming, loudly, was too much for me. I knew that it was time, and soon enough, I felt my balls start to tighten. "Oh, yeah, I'm going to cum," I told the women as I got in a few last strokes into Samantha's squeezing pussy. I pulled my cock out and gave it a few strokes, ready to explode all over Samantha's writhing body. Caroline leaned in and flicked her tongue over the tip of my cock, and I exploded. "Oh god yes!" I exclaimed as I finally came, spewing my juice all over Caroline's face. Caroline started to wipe my cum off of her face with her fingers, licking some of it off, and offering the rest to Samantha. When we all came down from our orgasms, we realized that the limo wasn't moving anymore, and we were sitting in Caroline's driveway. The driver was on her knees, hand jammed down her pants, as she watched us fuck each other's brains out. Caroline, Samantha and I gathered up our clothes and climbed out of the limo. The driver was recovering from her own orgasm as I leaned in to the front of the car. "Would you like to join us inside?" I asked her. "I'd love to," she said with short breaths, "But I've got to get the car back, and my boyfriend is supposed to pick me up." "Well, after you fuck his brains out when you get home, tell him he can thank us," I told her, joking. "Believe me, we won't make it home before I fuck his brains out," she assured me.