Two boys kissing sweetly
Naked hairless chests
Tasting lips softly entwined.
I thought when suggesting strip poker
That it would be my soft blue lacy bra
That would draw attention.
Yet as I watch in my underwear
These two lean bodies press against one another,
Bulges showing in their briefs,
I am as surprised as they,
And almost as excited.

Making a Sex Adventure Work

This is an unsolicited response to SerenaDante’s recent post (Sex Adventure)

1. Threesome. The key to introducing a third party is to either do it with someone who neither of you know (vacations are a good time for this) or to do it with a trusted friend. There is a bit of a trick to selecting the trusted friend. The woman has to choose the woman and the man has to choose the man. This eliminates the potential threat to the core relationship that occurs when in response to your desire to have a threesome, your boyfriend says, “Oh I know the right girl.” This is probably someone he has been lusting after and therefore a threat to the core relationship. (Same goes for men chosen by the woman.)
A good way to invite a third person is to have a one-day event like a Birthday, XMass present, or other celebration. This makes the threesome a special reward and implies a one time situation.

2. Lesbian Sex. As a man I think this is the easiest but that is probably just a guy thing. I do know some girls who have engaged in lesbian sex simply because it drove their boyfriends wild. And perhaps encouraging a girlfriend to engage in some light lesbian fare in front of your boyfriend just to drive him nuts might be a way to A. engage in full out lesbian stuff if she gets excited enough and B. engage in a threesome with your boyfriend.
For both 1 and 2 above keep in mind that having lesbian sex and/or a threesome doesn’t have to be an all or nothing proposition. Setting boundaries often creates a safer environment to plunge into these things. And then you can decide if you really want to follow up with another session.

3. Bondage. One of the key elements of making bondage pleasurable is freeing the one who is bound from any responsibility for having to satisfy their partner. Full responsibility for whatever happens belongs to the unbound person and the bound person is simply free to enjoy themselves. So you can create the environment of bondage without actually using constraints as long as one person agrees not to move their hands or feet (or whatever else the unbound person suggests). In the throes of passion and sexual teasing this can be a hard rule to follow but can be a safe way to start.

4. Role Playing. Serena’s idea of the cheerleader and athlete is nice but this should be played in behind real bleachers. Other roles might include nurse/patient, bar slut and conventioneer, priest/parishioner, teacher/student, etc. When possible you should play these roles outside the bedroom to start.

5. Sex Video. Go for it. You might try some performance art like a striptease. Or looking into the camera while you are performing oral sex. Or even create angles where you could imagine keeping it and showing it to others. For example, only show your bodies from the waist up while you are doing it. Then, of course, there is always POV (Point of View) where one person films the other essentially from their face. Hot.

6. Double Penetration. If you define this as using a dildo or vibrator, it is quite easy to accomplish and worth the effort assuming you enjoy anal.

Good luck Serena and keep us up to date on your progress. We’re all behind you.

Chapter 1, Brie

She knows me well. She knows all my fantasies. And she enjoys playing to them. It’s as though she really believes I deserve to have a good time. (Funny, she doesn’t feel that way about herself.) But she loves to entertain me and excite me.

She introduced me to her friend, Brie. Brie grew up in Europe and was only twenty two at the time. Brie seemed so worldly, yet was really so young and innocent. Not in her European ways but in her lack of sexual experience and the depth of her exploration. Willing to explore but still too honest with her boyfriend for her own good.

Kris and I were in our late thirties. It happened in stages. Kris asked her if she knew how to give a good blowjob. Kris bragged to her about her technique. She tried to explain it to her but suggested that Brie watch how she did it until the protesting young lady finally agreed to watch. So Kris went down on me while another woman watched. It was thrilling. Kris did give great blowjobs using her hand in synchronization with her lips. Brie was entranced watching. Her eyes were riveted to the action at my crotch. I think she was afraid to make eye contact with me. Her legs were crossed and the top one rocked rhythmically. She squeezed them tightly when I exploded over Kris’s face. Kris’s eyes looked over at Brie and she smiled while the milky white stuff ran down her cheeks.

The image of that encounter haunted me for the next few weeks until I saw the two of them again. I spent those weeks in a constant state of excitement fantasizing about what might happen the next time. Brie seemed to enjoy herself and I felt she might be up for more.

The next time they were in a hurry. Actually, Kris was in a hurry and after an hour of beers and dirty talk, she had to go. It was a hot summer day and I had taken off my shirt when Kris offered to rub my sore neck. Brie was wearing a thin cotton dress with a blue and white pattern on it. I convinced Brie to stay and Kris gave me a wink as she left.

I didn’t have any air conditioning. All the windows were open and the shades were. The house was removed from the road a bit and surrounded by trees so it usually stayed cool. But today there wasn’t much of a breeze and the air hung heavy.

“Do you mind if I take off my pants?” I said. After some brief objections and counter objections she agreed and off they came. I was wearing a pair of black cotton briefs that were rather shear when viewed closely and that hugged tightly against the sack of my balls showing off my growing hardon.

“Maybe I should leave”, she said. When I asked why, she responded by saying that she was getting excited.

“What’s wrong with that,” I asked. And our by-play continued with her talking about her boyfriend and me telling her that I would not touch her but that there was nothing wrong with her getting excited just watching me. She agreed since she seemed to be getting more excited by the moment.

I offered her a drink, stood up and walked to the kitchen, letting her view my tight buns. She was watching and I thought it’s great to find a woman that appreciates looking. It seems so many don’t. Or don’t admit to it. When I returned from the kitchen and handed her the drink, I remained standing in front of her. I engaged her in a conversation about whether these briefs flattered me. I asked her if she noticed that you could see right through the dark fabric.

Soon I was trying on all my various styles of underwear for her. Leaving her in the living room while I would change into a variety of different pairs in the bedroom. Then prancing out for her. I had quite a few different styles and it became a private fashion show that made her nipples visible on the peeks of her freshly grown breasts. As she watched me rather eagerly with her eyes, she squirmed into different lounging positions on my couch. My now engorged cock fit differently into each set of underwear and some shorts it didn’t really fit in to at all. The stiff rod often had to be pushed to the side as it strained to straighten itself. She had made up her mind that it was OK for her to watch me and I could tell she was enjoying the show.

“How do these look?” I would ask.

“Tight!” she responded staring straight at my outlined package.

“Do they flatter my ass?” I turned around and sometimes bent over.

“The last ones were better.” Smiling at me.

I put on some music and began dancing. I was flipping the tip of my cock in and out the top of my briefs in rhythm to the music. My hips rocking to the funky beat. I’d circle around and show off my baby tight buns. There was no pretense about what was going on now. We were both caught up in the sheer sexual excitement of the moment. Me, dancing sensually for her and her eagerly drinking in the entire view with her eyes.

I disappeared into the bedroom as if to change. Instead I stripped completely and carried a full sized pillow in front of me. I danced holding the pillow against the front of my hips. Pressing my cock into it with the rhythm of the beat, I began to get very excited. Too excited. I paused and calmed down. I know my limits and I had to take a break.

“Are you enjoying the show?” I sat down in the chair perpendicular to her with the pillow on my lap covering my stiff rod.

“You dance beautifully. No really you have great rhythm and you move so sensually. It’s quite exciting to watch you.”

“Would you like me to remove the pillow while I sit here for a while.”

“OK. If you don’t mind, I mean.” She was so cute and naïve I thought. I removed the pillow and my cock was at full attention. I opened my legs to give her a good view.

“Would you mind if I masturbated in front of you,” I asked. She didn’t reply and I began to slowly rub my cock. Her eyes were wide as though she had never watched a man do this before.

“Maybe we should stop. I’m not sure my boyfriend would like this.”

“It’s just watching. You’re not doing anything. It’s just like you were watching an R rated movie or peeking across an apartment courtyard and seeing something go on….And if you want I will lend you my vibrator so that you can go into the bathroom alone and comfort your itch. Watch me masturbate and then after go into the bathroom after or if she wanted she could use it while she watched me.”

“Afterwards,” she said. She already knew that she would have to cum soon.

I quit rubbing my cock and got up and danced to the music using the pillow. I was rubbing its cotton coolness up and down my cock to the beat of the music and letting the tip show itself above the edge of the pillow. I got into the sensuality of the music, the dance and sensations of the pillow’s softness against my stiff hard rod. It didn’t take too long before I was hip hugging the arm of the couch she sat on. With one leg on the couch and the other on the floor, I pushed my cock frantically through the pillow in plain view of her staring eyes only inches away. She watched in a trance as my cum spurt out from the pillow and shot across the room. Wow, she said and she clapped admiringly.

Before she left, she went into the bathroom, having asked for my vibrator, and hummed away with the sound of running water in the background. I enjoyed listening outside the door to her muffled murmuring even though I was so recently spent. It didn’t take her long to orgasm and I crept away quietly from the door, returning to the living room, pretending not to have listened.

Chapter 2, Kris Returns to Lead the Seduction

It was weeks before I saw them again, but throughout that time, in hot phone calls with Kris, I informed her of all the details of that afternoon. On each call she begged me for more detail to where the story became a bit embellished as I told her about every movement of my hips and every squirt of my cum.

When they did return, they looked beautiful. I was sure Kris made sure they were particularly looking sexy for me. She told me on the phone that she and Brie were going to tease me even more this next time. I knew she had some interest in Brie herself. She used to complement Brie on her large full firm breasts and today they were popping out cleavage in a low cut filmy flower dress she wore. Kris had on tight white shorts that pressed open the crease in her lips and a halter top that was loose fitting at her midriff. It looked like there was no bra underneath it.

Today Kris had the whole afternoon open. After some lustful talk about the afternoon with Brie and I, she had me show her how I danced for Brie. She told me to dance in front of Brie again but soon I was dancing in front of both of them as they sat on the couch. I stripped off my clothes in rhythm to the music, using my hands to create long flowing strokes along my body, getting into the sexuality of the dance as my nakedness progressed. By the time I was just in my underwear, another pair of tight fitting briefs – this time flesh colored – the outline of my long cock was easily visible running from bottom to the very top with a slight rightward slant.

Kris got up and joined me when her favorite dance song came on. I complained that she was fully clothed although I could see her obvious nipples through her halter top. When I touched her, she reminded me that she had promised Brie that they would just tease me. (This was so Brie could feel that she wasn’t cheating on her boyfriend!) Although what I did with myself was pretty much up to me, Kris said.

Kris led us both to my large bedroom where Kris told me to lie on the floor. She stripped off her clothes while she straddled me. Her loose fitting top made it easy to see her breasts. Brie laid out on her stomach on my queen sized bed, her head perched at the foot while she watched. Kris continued to strip while she danced above my waist. She continued dancing for me in her black lacy panties. She squatted over my face and pulled the crotch of her panties aside to reveal her fully shaved pussy. She let me touch her legs while she moved around, up and down over my face, twisting and turning her hips to the music.

After a few songs, she asked me to dance again for the girls and moved to the bed. As Brie was righting herself, Kris suggested that she take off her dress so it wouldn’t get wrinkled with a wink to Brie and a “now, behave yourself” to me. They both knew it would drive me crazy and they knew they could trust me to stay inbounds. When I became crazy, however, I could talk any woman into anything. Whether it is the wisdom of my logic, the masculinity of my stiff cock, or the childlike pleading in my voice that was so convincing. I’ve never known but I’ve always had a lot of success in crossing people’s boundaries.

Brie took off her dress and revealed a flame red bra to match her French cut red panties. Both were rather sheer with some sort of lacy patterns in them.

“You have gorgeous breasts, Brie,” Kris commented. “I wish mine were as large and firm. What do you think?” she asked me. She had wonderfully perky bulbous breasts. Soon they were engaged in a comparison discussion both agreeing to the obvious endowment that Brie had been blessed with. I agreed as well. Kris seemed to be genuine in her adoration and void of jealousy. Her hands moved under and held Brie’s breasts displaying them in their bra. She held them as only flesh can be held, feeling their weight as she gently bobbed them up and down.

She reminded me I was supposed to be dancing for Brie and I gladly got up and still in my tight jockey style underwear, pranced in front of the two of them. I was enjoying looking at Brie’s graceful figure and I could see a dark patch in the crotch of her panties. As I danced Kris whispered things in Brie’s ear while her hands playfully touched her sides, her arms and ran across her hips. Kris was in position to make a move as Brie was warming up to my erotic movements. While I was playing my hands across my chest, and giving the two of them flashes of my ass and cock, Kris’s hands continued to roam over Brie. Brie appeared passive to Kris’s attention watching me. Not returning anything. But Kris became more persistent, cuddling closer to her their almost naked bodies touching and Kris’s hands caressing her as she whispered in her ear.

Eventually Brie began to moan. Her eyes closed as I took a seat on the bed next to her legs. Kris gently took both her hands and rolled Brie onto her back. Somewhere as they cuddled she had unhooked Brie’s bra and she massaged her way around the edges of Brie’s breasts before she slipped it off as she moved her hands across her rock hard nipples. I was happy just to see Brie’s beautiful naked breasts as I watched Kris attend to them in a comforting way. Kris looked at me as she handled Brie’s breast.

Brie had large brown areolas with tough little nubs that were hardened up around her fantastically protruding nipple. Soon my hands gently touched one of her legs and rubbed up and down along her calf. It was a test to see if she would resist but Brie seemed to be lost in the enjoyment of it all. Kris’s hands were all over her, and I gradually became more aggressive using tow hands and reaching farther up her legs. At times Kris and I worked in unison and at other times moving from different directions to the same place. With all of our hands roaming over her body, Brie never felt her panties coming off. Soon though she began to open her legs to let my hands move more generously over her legs. Eventually Kris’s hands moved through the light hair of in region of her pussy. Brie became startled when she realized she was completely naked and Kris decided a break was in order. We slowed our pace and in a few minutes stopped.

We stopped to gather ourselves together but we knew with Brie’s passive consent and acceptance that we would likely have an opportunity to return to excite her body. Brie was unsure. We talked and in the calm of the moment convinced her that if she just passively received she would not be cheating on her boyfriend. Her body, I knew was aching for more and I had that logical charm on my side. Together with Kris we began to convince her to give up this boundary. As we talked we slowly began to renew our rubbing and Brie’s nods were replaced with silence and intermittent moans as we instructed her to just relax.

This time she knew she was naked and had agreed to let us do whatever we wanted to her. With four hands rubbing her, it didn’t take long to get Brie’s engine running again. She lay on her back with her eyes closed, no longer in control of what was happening to her body. When Kris began to rub her fingers up and down along Brie’s slit, her body writhed in a lustful movement wanting Kris’s fingers to stay longer on her clit. I moved up along side her taking the opposite side from Kris. We both began to kiss her simultaneously. First, I whispered in her ear to just receive. I spoke about a Tantric experience. Then turning my lips next to her ear I gave her a hot breathy kiss. At the same time, Kris began to kiss her on her stomach. Then me around her neck and Kris on the wet hair surrounding her sweet slit.

My hands were pushing her breasts together and pushing the flesh in various ways while my lips traced across her colorful hard button-like nipples. Kris worked between her legs with her hands and her tongue. She used her mouth slowly on and off her clit while her hands spread her open. I watched Kris while my lips sucked on first one tit then the other. I shifted my body a bit and found inadvertently I had moved my underwear covered member onto Brie’s open palm as her arm lay passively at her side. I changed my gaze so that I was looking into Brie’s face just as she began to explode into orgasm after immediate orgasm. She was shaking and I pressed my face to hers hugging her naked upper torso while Kris relentlessly kept pushing orgasms out of her.

Brie was a screamer. She was loud, like wake-the-neighbors, loud. But of course there were no neighbors to hear her, so I told her to let it go and be as loud as she wanted. “Let go, give in, feel it all over,” I whispered in her ear while she seemed lost in a parallel universe somewhere. But she was hugging me back with her one free arm and beginning to sob. Then she opened her arm and fell back across the large bed, fully spent. She reminded me more of a man in the after moments of a complete sexual release. I removed my groin from Brie’s hand. Kris looked at me. Her smiling mouth was covered in Brie’s juices. Our play was done for today. And it made me feel very powerful and sexy to see what havoc Kris and I had wrought.

Chapter 3, A Plan

The next time we met, Kris had a plan. Brie in her naiveté had told her boyfriend about our last encounter. Geez. Just because I told her that receiving broke no rules, that didn’t mean her boyfriend would buy that argument. What makes sense in the heat of lust, doesn’t always seem logical to someone who wasn’t there. It made me wonder if she also told him how she had the greatest orgasm of her life under the skilled hands, lips, and tongues of Kris and I. The boyfriend didn’t seem as upset about Kris and he was about my presence and particularly my touching of her.

So Kris had a plan. She needed a plan to get Brie to agree to come to my house again. She promised her boyfriend that she would not let the same thing happen again. So this time would have to be different rather than being a continuation of what happened the last time.

My bedroom had a queen size mattress covered in a light summer covering. Next to the foot of the bed was a chair with a short straight back and low padded arms. The bed was an understated classic brass design with short columns and two low rails for a headboard. At the foot of the bed there were no rails – just the posts – and this made the chair easily visible from the bed.

Kris had me strip to my shorts and then she tied me into the chair with cloth and Velcro restraints that she brought. She tied my wrists to the braces between the legs and my ankles were fastened to the front legs. She had also placed a restraint around my neck and tied it to the back of the chair. Not tightly. It was comfortable but it restricted my face from moving forward very far. Brie was stretched out on the bed with her feet toward me. I don’t think she could see my cock from there but I had a perfect angle up her legs to her white panties.

Kris proceeded to strip off her top, revealing her rose colored nipples and her small but full melons. For some reason I love small breasts. She rolled the palm of one hand over both breasts while she stared seductively into my eyes. Her eyes told me she was already hot. She turned her back to me and slowly pulled off her shorts, having to refit her black lacy panties after she slid her shorts down her legs, giving me a clear shot at the beginning of everything as she bent over. She looked at Brie mischievously while she wiggled her ass in front of me. She was a perfect ass and I enjoyed it when she was standing as much as when she was bent over.

She took advantage of the neck restraint to slide her flesh up and down an invisible wall less than an inch from my forward leaning face. Her nipples scraping my nose. The restraints allowed me very little movement. She rubbed her pussy and her tits against all my exposed areas. With her back to me, she rubbed the crack of her ass up and down along my lap and whatever it was that was growing in my lap. My shorts constrained my member from jumping up and poking her. In fact, they were really uncomfortably pinned in an unnatural direction adding stimulation to my frustration.

She wriggled and rubbed and pressed herself against me. She seemed to be using me to provide excitement to her own special places. Rubbing her cunt along my thighs and my tethered arms; her breasts and nipples against my chest and the side of my face. She went into my top dresser draw and pulled out my scissors. Returning to the chair, she quickly and expertly cut my shorts along both sides and had them off of me in seconds. My cock was standing straight up in the air now, its flesh bulging and large veins seemly to push outside the main mast of maleness.

Kris grabbed my cock and pointed it’s mushroom capped head toward Brie, who by now was leaning over the edge of the bed to better watch the action. Kris moved her torso in between my legs and squeezed my cock between her breasts. She tried to tit fuck me while I was sitting. I lifted my ass into the air as much as I could to roll them in that lovely space. When she thought I was getting too excited she stopped touching me and played with herself in front of me. I found it frustrating when she moved away but I calmed myself knowing this whole excitement would continue.

She asked Brie to try to give me a tit fuck. “With all the extra flesh you have it should be easier,” Kris said, “but don’t let him cum.”

Brie agreed to do it and she lifted her dress up over her head. Her magnificent young body naked accept for her white thong panties. She knelt in between my legs. It was the first time she touched me on her initiative except for when we said hello and goodbye and hugged. Her breasts felt wonderful. Young and perky and resilient. Her skin smooth; firm and soft at the same time. I could feel her hard nipples and they made contact along the skin of my abdomen and especially when I pitched my hips a lot and felt her nipples touch my balls. But after a couple of thrusts she backed away.

“He looks too sensitive to touch,” Kris chirped in, “maybe we need to just put on a show for him for while. Come over here next to me on the bed, Young Thing. Let me teach you how to really tease a man.”

They embraced in the middle of the bed, both on their knees, face to face, ear to ear while Kris whispered in Brie’s ear. They were both in just their panties. Soon they turned toward me and as they did Kris got behind Brie. Hands appeared from behind her and started to move up and down her sides. Brie wiggled with the music and the tender hands moved across her stomach and up together to cup her nude breasts. The hands gently massaged each breast. Kris’s hands continued to graze Brie’s nipples until they looked like olive pits. Hard and tight.

Soon she began to sensually remove Brie’s white thong. Teasing me as she pulled them down below her hair line to her knees while putting her own hand in front of Brie’s pussy and keeping it there hiding it from my view temporarily. Brie had her eyes closed as Kris’s hands explored her body. Kris massaged her pussy, her fingers trailing through her fine hair, her palm pressing her mound, while I watched. Occasionally Brie would open her eyes to see me staring at her body with a hardon that I couldn’t hide. She was definitely getting wet and so was Kris who leered at me from behind Brie and was enjoying every minute of her teasing.

Kris turned Brie sideways laying her down on the bed, flat on her back and pulled her panties off completely. She began kissing her shoulder then down to her breasts and lower still. She nuzzled her head in between Brie’s legs. At first Brie weakly resisted but she quickly yielded to the soft folds of Kris’s hair as she gently swayed it over the tops of her legs. I could tell that Brie loved the touch of Kris’s tongue in between her legs. Soon she had her legs spread wide open as Kris hungrily lapped at her. I watched as she used long wide-tongue laps to run up and down the lips of her pussy. She then began kissing all different parts of her pussy lips and in along her slit.

Brie was moaning, tossing her head from side to side, she seemed totally unaware that I was there. Kris’s head moved slower and as she began to focus on one area, Brie’s legs began to tighten against the sides of her head, blocking my view. She had her knees up, her hands in Kris’ hair and her head tilted back when her orgasm started. Kris continued to lick and kiss and such, spurred on by Brie’s positive reactions. Brie orgasmed for a long time and eventually her legs relaxed and as they did, I saw Kris give me the happiest smile looking right into my eyes.

As Brie lay spent and exhausted, I realized that Kris enjoyed her experience with Brie at least as much as she seemed to enjoy her time with me. I was feeling a little overlooked when, Kris got off the bed, gave me one of her sex stirring looks. She came directly over to the chair, spread her legs, pulled her black panties to one side and lowered her wet pussy onto my cock slowly. Placing her arms on the back of the chair, she stroked up and down a few times slowly. I was embarrassed by how quickly I came. It took less than a few minutes of stoking before my cock spurted its sticky juice inside her slippery tunnel. Kris, while aware of my coming cock, seemed lost in her own special place as she willed herself to come with me. She kissed me when she was done. Brie was lazily watching from the bed and I wanted to kiss her too.

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It was my birthday and she had a special present for
me.  She cooked my favorite dinner and
dressed in her sexiest dress for the occasion.  
Even though we didn’t leave the house she was prepped as though we were
going out with a light touch of makeup accentuating her eyes and lips.  Her lithe body shimmered in the red silk that
looked like it was slipping off her as she wore it, working its way along every
curve of her body.  She had slim hips and
an ass that just begged to be grabbed and slapped.  Her braless nipples were protruding visibly
below the spaghetti straps.  The tanned
skin of her arms and legs and shoulders was just too much to enjoy all at once
and so I continued to move my eyes up and down.

Dinner was great and I couldn’t help kissing the nape of
her neck while we were cleaning up.  I
hugged her from behind and squeezed her breasts in my folding arms, with long
slowly moving kisses along the back of her neck up to her ears.  She announced her intention to retire to the
bedroom early and I was more than eager to comply.  We watched each other undress – me quickly
and she slowly and sensually.  Since she
had only the dress and a pair of lacy panties on, it didn’t take her long to be
totally nude either. 

Just as soon as she finished, the doorbell rang.  Without hesitation she left the bedroom and
went to answer the door without a stitch on. 
I could hear her talking to someone – anther woman – at the door.  In the few minutes I heard them talking, I
could only imagine her standing nude in the doorway.   Her beauty was appreciated as much by other
women, it seemed, as by men.  She was
always pointing out the good points of other women to me in a way, which always
excited me.  I suspected her of a strong
bi gender tendency but she would never confirm my suspicions.  Instead she just teased me with those
thoughts.  A question was often answered
with a question.  “I’ll bet you’d like to
go down on her,” I’d say.  “Would you
like to watch that?” she’d reply.

I heard the door close and before I realized it, she was
standing in the bedroom doorway introducing me to Rachel, a stunning brunette
half our age as my birthday present.  It took
a moment for her introduction to sink in while I looked over the voluptuous
curves of my ‘present’.  I wondered out
loud what she meant by ‘my present’ and my wife responded that Rachel was here
to fulfill my fantasy of having two women.  
Since I had never meet Rachel before I could only assume that she was
paid for but I declined to ask the embarrassing question.

She asked me if I would like to watch them kiss each other
and, of course, I eagerly agreed.  My
wife had shared with me the fact that she had some bisexual activity in her
past.  She would never give up men but
from what she said she enjoyed the sexual company of women as a nice change of
pace.

They kissed entwining their arms around each other.  My wife totally nude and Rachel dressed in
her high heels, short dress and killer curves. 
As they kissed Rachel grazed her fingertips and her long fingernails
along my wife’s back.  It seemed to
emphasize the difference in their state of undress.  My wife seemed to be enjoying Rachel’s
attentions and her body was squirming against her. 

Their mutual lovemaking continued as my wife got behind
Rachel and disrobed her while Rachel faced me. 
Rachel wore no underwear.  Her 36C
breasts were highlighted with large brown nipples that were protruding like
clams necks from a clam shell.  She
instructed me to make room on the bed and they both joined me completely naked.  They continued their embrace and ignored
me.  But I didn’t ignore them.  As they caresses and kissed each other I
could help but do some touching myself. 
I heard no complaints as I ran my hand across my wife’s ass and onto
Rachel’s hips.  I leaned over and kissed
Rachel’s side where it skinnied down to her waist.  And my wife’s which was in the same area. 

My wife, who was on top, began repositioning herself into
a 69 with Rachel.  I kissed Rachel’s legs
while I watched my wife lick her pussy. 
She started kissing her pussy with individual kisses each separated with
a head lift and a gentle stroke of her hand across Rachel’s trimmed but hairy
pussy.  I could see that the lips of her
pussy were spread open slightly and her hair was parted to expose them.  By the time that my wife’s licks were more
consistent, I was kissing Rachel’s toes and sucking on them.

I’m not sure if either one of them had an orgasm during
their 69 or not.  There was certainly
enough moaning for both of them to have had one (or two).  Rather abruptly, it seemed, my wife suddenly
changed the game.  She said it was my
birthday and Rachel was my present and it was time for me to be the center of
attention.  Fairly quickly, I was
positioned in between the tow of them – each kissing me on one side of my neck,
me returning kisses between them.  I felt
their hands running across my chest and stomach occasionally brushing against
my cock.  Rachel began working her kisses
down my body, across my chest, over my stomach and eventually around, beside,
and over my cock.  My wife continued to
kiss my ear, my neck, my face and my lips. 
I gratefully returned her kisses. 
But as I began to get more active with her, she instructed me to sit
back and relax.  This was my birthday.

Rachel lathered up my cock with oil and exciting me to no
end.  She was teasing me and knew exactly
how to do it.  Eventually, my wife joined
her and I had two soft soothing faces surrounding my cock.  Plenty of kisses and lots of hands caressing
my body everywhere.  I was in
heaven.  Just when I thought I would get
ready to cum, my wife told Rachel to lie down on her back.  My wife attended to her prone body, her hands
at her pussy.  Do you want to fuck this beautiful
pussy, dear? She asked.  She insisted on
a condom and it seemed to take me forever to put it on.  All the while, my wife kept rubbing Rachel’s
pussy and flicking near her clit, so that she was dripping juice when I finally
was ready.

Well go ahead, birthday boy, She said.  I dropped in on top of Rachel and eased my
cock into her sopping pussy.  At first I
moved slowly back and forth.  My wife
positioned herself between our legs.  I
picked up the speed but was a little hindered by having to keep my legs open
around the knees of my wife who was kissing the small of my back.  Suddenly she moved with small swift kisses
from the small of my back down to my ass and then into the lower part of my
crack.  Or at least right near it.  God, she knew that I loved to have my ass
licked and kissed and that is exactly what she planned to do as I fucked this
unfamiliar yet inspiring woman underneath my body.  As my ass rose my wife’s lips would plant
themselves somewhere near my little brown hole. I moved faster and faster and
her lips made more and more constant contact. 
She told me to slow down and slurped at my ass.  I tried to slow down but it was hard in all
of my wild excitement.  She loudly told
me not to come.  Yelled at me to
stop.  God she knew all of my hot
buttons.  I couldn’t stop.  Her tongue touching, pushing into my hole, my
cock pushing into Rachel’s hole, as I came, and came, and came, screaming
loudly.

The two of them continued to play for another half hour or
so and then I joined them but the follow on sex was nothing compared to that
first surprise exploding sandwich.  I
need to pay her back on her birthday. 
Does anyone know Taye Diggs or Mike Timlin, her favorite fantasies?

The End.  For more exciting and erotic stories, check out my Descriptive Index which I have recently updated.

This is the third and final chapter in a three part story.  Part 1 can be found HERE.

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Earlier Jeannette had made a pot of coffee and it was
originally her intention to get Mike and Rebecca up to share a cup of coffee
with her.  It was now almost 10:30.  Jeannette went downstairs and returned with a
tray with 3 cups of coffee and some ginger cookies.  They demolished the cookies and sipped on the
coffee.  While Jeannette was gone,
Rebecca had opened the covers of the bed and got in under the sheet.  It covered her up to her waist leaving her
bountiful buoyant breasts showing.  Her
nipples retained their slightly elongated shape even though some of the
hardness had left.  Mike remained above
the covers in his full nakedness with his still hard cock proudly on
display.  His cock remained hard while
they sipped coffee and talked about the party, the storm and how Jeannette’s
parents wouldn’t probably come home at all today.

 Both women admired Mike’s ability to remain stiff.  He seemed so natural about it and the
unspoken boastfulness of it fit his self confident personality.  Yet he was obvious excited throughout the
entire small talk.  The women had calmed
down a bit.  Mike was the first to finish
his coffee and he shifted in the bed coming up in behind the nightie covered
figure of Jeannette as she sat cup in hand. 
He spooned her sitting figure and hugged her from behind so that his
hands went around her waist.  His face
settled in near the nape of her neck and she could feel his breath on her.  She immediately felt the strength of his
muscles and his hands around her waist gave her shivers. 

 “Is it OK if I give you a little attention?” he asked
her.  “Seems like Rebecca has had all the
attention so far today.”

 “Well, she’s our guest of honor and I want to see her
lose her virginity today.  But I don’t
mind some attention, if it’s OK with you Rebecca?”

 “Fine with me.” 
Both Mike and Jeannette were secretly enjoying looking at Rebecca’ nude
torso and perfectly proportioned breasts. 
Sitting up her breasts retained most of their firmness with a slightly
pointed shape emphasizing her nipples. 
White smooth curved flesh crowned with rosy colored, bubble textured,
moisture laden nipples of lust.

 Mike hugged Jeannette closer to him and she could feel
his cock touching her lower back.  He
moved his hands up to right under her breasts and his arms lifted them.  “Is this OK?” he whispered uncertainly.  After all he really had not ever touched
Jeannette before this in spite of the intimate moments they had shared. 

 “It feels good, Michael.” 
Rebecca was sipping her coffee but feeling a little uncomfortable.  She wanted to watch (and did) but felt what
she was doing was wrong.  That somehow
she was interfering with someone else’s intimate moment.  She watched as Mike’s hands cupped
Jeannette’s breasts.  He held both, still
covered by her nightie which was slightly pleated above her breast line.  Until now the shape of her breasts were
hidden under the cover of the nightie but now held in Mike’s hands, their shape
was clearly visible.  They were smaller
than Rebecca’s but her nipples which protruded under the cotton material were
at least as big and rock hard.  They were
a full handful.  Jeannette had her eyes closed
and her head was bed slightly backward towards Mike, enjoying every minute of
his sensual touch.

 Mike kissed her neck. 
He found a particular pleasure out of caressing and kissing Jeannette
while looking at Rebecca.  The reality of
two women here with him was just incredible. 
He was amazed at his own comfortableness.  His insecurities at this moment seemed to
disappear. 

 “Rebecca,” he said. 
“Why don’t you touch and massage Jeannette’s legs.  Maybe we can get her completely
relaxed.”  He knew relaxation wasn’t the
real goal.  Rebecca leaning forward could
easily reach Jeanette’s ankles and lower thighs and it made her feel less like
a spectator.  She began to rub the lower
part of each of her legs including her ankles and feet.  When she was rubbing one of her feet with two
hands, Jeannette told her how nice it felt. 
Rebecca was a bit surprised and wondered if it wasn’t really Mike
touching her breasts and nipples and kissing her neck that made her feel so
good.

 Jeannette was now leaning back into Mike and she could
feel the full effect of his member pressed between her back and his
stomach.  His hands were roaming all
around her stomach, lifting and caressing her breasts and tweaking and pinching
her nipples.  He legs were stretched out
toward Rebecca and she was truly enjoying her ministrations as well.  Mike slowly moved out from behind and under
her, laying her on the bed.  As he laid
her head on the bed, he kissed her on her lips. 
“Just relax,” he told her.  He
massaged her shoulders, her arms and continued to work her breasts which when
laying down lost much of their shape but none of their sensitivity.  Rebecca got out from under the sheet, knelt
on the other side of Jeannette and continued to massage her lower legs. 

 “Why don’t you go up a little higher, Rebecca?  I think she would like that.”  And Rebecca followed his suggestion moving up
to Jeannette’s thighs just above her knees. 
The two of them continued to caress Jeannette’s body.  Mike would occasionally lean forward and kiss
Jeannette particularly when he would caress her breasts. 

 Mike reached down with both hands to the bottom edge of
Jeannette’s nightie.  As he lifted it up,
Jeannette raised her hips so that he could raise it all the way up under her
arms.  Then he lifted her head and
removed the nightie completely. 
Jeannette’s body was a little less developed than Rebecca’s but at 19
there was still a chance of her filling out a little bit.  Mike found her slim hips and flat stomach
quite sexy, however.  Her pussy was
completely shaved adding perhaps to her little girl look.  Seeing her this way, knowing she was excited,
sent a wave of desire through Mike. 

 “Why don’t you touch her pussy, Rebecca and see if she is
wet?”  Rebecca shook her head. 

 “I couldn’t,” she said. 
“I can barely touch myself.  It’s
too embarrassing.”  Mike reached his hand
in between Jeannette’s pussy.  He pushed
his finger into her hole and Jeannette parted her legs to make it easier for
him.  He lifted his finger to his nose
and smelled it. 

 “She’s definitely wet and she smells good.”  He thrust the wet finger towards Rebecca’s
nose.  “Here, smell.”  She let him put his finger under her nose,
then took a quick whiff and immediately turned away. 

 “Eww,” she complained instinctively. 

 “Oh, it smells wonderful,” Mike said.  “I didn’t hear you complain when Jeannette
was smelling your punani.  Try it, you’ll
like it.  Take a taste.”

 Rebecca hesitated. 
Then she moved her hand slowly starting at Jeannette’s thigh, up toward
her private area.  The slow uncertain
movement caused a definite reaction in Jeannette who arched her hips and opened
her legs inviting Rebecca to reach all the way. 
When she reached her bare pussy, she gently ran her hand over her mound
a couple of times back and forth increasing the electricity between them before
she reached deep between her legs and inserted her finger into Jeannette’s
waiting well.  She left it in and rolled
her single finger tip around the inside edges of her tunnel.  Jeannette moaned.  Mike squeezed one of her naked breasts in his
hands and licked her nipple.  Déjà vu,
thought Mike. 

 But Rebecca could barely bring herself to touch Jeannette
and most certainly was not going to put her mouth down there.  Surprisingly in spite of Rebecca’s
inexperience and clumsiness (perhaps, in an odd way, because of it) Jeannette
became very excited from the touching and poking from this virginal woman.  When Rebecca hit a particularly good spot,
Jeannette would encourage her with her moans and one word sentences.

 Mike was watching and was thinking he wanted to get in
more deeply.  “Let’s change places,
Rebecca.”  As they switched places, Mike
kissed Rebecca and moved his hands around her shoulders, over her breasts and
gripped her hips.  He placed three kisses
on her naked abdomen in a triangular fashion with the last one squarely in the
silky hair above her pussy.  He then
continued moving past Rebecca and snuggled his face between Jeannette’s legs.  Mike had limited experience with licking
pussy (his high school girl friend refused to let him go there) but he could
sense when someone was enjoying themselves. 
He didn’t have to do it to many women to realize it was a hit.

 He began placing kisses all around her shaven smooth
mound; on top of her thighs, along the fold of her lips.  Then he licked her and with his hands opened
her lips to his tongue.  Jeannette moaned
loudly and Mike looked up only to see Rebecca looking closely at him from
Jeannette’s breasts.  He also noticed
that Jeannette’s hand was in between Rebecca’s legs, fingers tickling her, he
imagined.  Focusing on Jeannette’s nude
slit, Mike could hear her every reaction to his licking.  Jeannette was a very responsive, exposing
every one of her feelings to Mike through arching hips, moans, groans, hand
grips, and simple words.  Like a musician
playing his instrument Michael built Jeannette’s excitement using her signals
to lead him.  Soon he had her twisting
and arching and screaming her way to a climax. 

 Mike looked up to see Rebecca’s astonished face as
Jeannette completely gave into anything Mike wanted to do to her and the
feelings he was generating in her.  Her
orgasm was almost scary in its power. 
Rebecca was envious and Mike could see the desire in her eyes.  As Jeannette’s body collapsed, completely
spent for now, Mike didn’t skip a beat. 
Crawling up to Rebecca, he took her face in his hands and kissed
her.  Rebecca enjoyed the scent of
Jeannette’s sex juice all over Mike’s face. 
Finishing the kiss, still holding her head, he said, “Would you like
some of my special attention?”  Rebecca
looked away shyly and nodded her assent. 
Mike placed her head down on the bed beside Jeannette’s and moved down
to her pussy. 

 After Jeannette’s bare pussy, Rebecca’s seemed so much
hairier, but Mike could smell her sweet odor. 
It didn’t take him long to moisten her hair, part it and open her slit
just using his tongue.  Rebecca was less
conflicted with Mike than she was earlier with Jeannette.  It fell good to simply relax and enjoy
it.  No, not relax, she thought as Mike
started to suck on her clit.  Her orgasm
came on quickly without a lot of fuss. 

 Mike ended with some soft kisses and moved up her stomach
and nuzzled her breasts as he worked his way up into a missionary position with
her.  He kissed her aware that his face
smelled of mixed female juices.   Rebecca
gratefully responded.  She could feel his
muscular torso on top of her.  She sensed
genuine feelings for this gentle and giving man who she had just met.  He was her lover and she loved the feeling
she had at this moment.  She could feel
Mike’s stiff member pressed between them.

 Jeannette broke the silence, “I think it’s time you lost
your virginity.  Are you ready?  I mean we owe this boy a good time.  And I think its time for you to become a
woman, Beck.  What do you say?” 

 Rebecca uttered a simple “Yes.”  But a convincing ‘yes’.

 Mike reached down and put his arms under each of
Rebecca’s thighs.  He lifted them and
they easily went over her head. 
Jeannette moved to a position above Rebecca’s head and held her two legs
in this position, freeing Mike’s arm. 
Mike rubbed Rebecca’s pussy with his hand, opening her slit with one
finger.  She was still quite wet, swollen
and ready.  He moved his hips into
position and with one hand on his cock found the opening to her pussy.   Conscious that she had never been penetrated
before he intended to push slowly.  What
surprised him was how tight her tunnel was. Once past the tight rim of her
opening he expected her to be easy to penetrate but it was as though her entire
tunnel was too small for him.  Very moist
and slippery but small and gripping him tightly.  It felt wonderful.

 Rebecca was fully enjoying every inch of his slow
penetration.  She was amazed at how it filled her and how he continued to
push and penetrate long after she thought she was full.  Slowly he entered
her and realized her virginal cherry had disappeared before this night. 
Once he penetrated her to his hilt, he intended to rock in and out of her
slowly.  But one time fully back and forth and he couldn’t control his
movements any more.  Rebecca was hugging him, gripping his back.  Her
perfect body beneath his.  Her tight hole surrounding his cock in a way he
had never felt.  Lust and desire took control.  He began to thrust
into her furiously.  Both she and Jeannette (who was still holding
Rebecca’s legs in the air), were encouraging him.  He was being sucked
into a sea of passion no longer controlling his movements just responding to
the sensations all around him.  His head no longer reasoning. 
Sensations swallowing any thoughts.

 When he finally let go it was huge.  Explosively huge.  Followed by big in a rhythm, then unexpected
jerking out of rhythm.  Rebecca was still hugging him tightly.  As Jeannette let go of her legs she wrapped
them around him trying to pull his entire body into her feminine opening.  She would have put all of him into her if she
could have.  Rebecca was happy to just
revel in this man’s pleasure of her.  He
seemed to be lost in her and she was able to completely fulfill him.  This moment of being filled and fulfilling
him was the most completely satisfying moment she had ever experienced.  She would not be letting go of him anytime
soon.

This is part 2 of a 3 part series.  Part 1 can be found HERE.

Mike
and Rebecca went upstairs to the master bedroom next to Jeannette’s room.  With their clothes still on, they cuddled
together on the king size bed and soon Mike was asleep.  Rebecca, however, merely dozed and continually
awoke to see Mike next to her, to smell his masculine odors, feel his warmth,
and remember how his face contorted with glee as she brought him to
orgasm.  She remembered how his hard
stiff member felt in her hand.  How he
told her what to do and how he responded to her strokes.  Her excitement and his closeness kept her up
falling in and out of erotic dreams.  In
one dream she couldn’t remember she thinks she might have orgasmed
herself.  Her panties and pants were as
wet as she had ever been.

 Eventually,
as if some survival instinct took over she rolled over, away from his body and
fell into a deep sleep.  It was late
morning when Jeannette finally came into the room.  She was still wearing her long t-shirt style nightie
(and nothing else!).  She crawled unto
Rebecca’s side of the huge bed.  She
crawled quietly so as to not wake both of them. 
She gazed at Rebecca all huddled up in her clothes.  She was truly a beautiful girl and you didn’t
have to be a boy to appreciate that.  To
think that she might still be a virgin, as Jeannette suspected, was
unbelievable.  Jeannette remembered
secretly listening and watching the two of them last night and every indicator
pointed to the fact that, at 21, Rebecca had NO experience with boys.  At 19, Jeannette had already had 3 boys – 1
being in his mid 20’s – and considered that she had a pretty broad experience
with them.

 She
felt sorry for her poor inexperienced cousin. 
Not only because she had so little experience but based on what she saw
last night, she had yet to receive any satisfaction with Mike.  Seeing her fully dressed merely confirmed her
suspicions. 

 “Psst.  Psst. 
Wake up sleepy head,” she whispered. 
She brushed her long silky brown hair off of Rebecca’s cheek.  Her fingertips glided along her smooth skin
and across her sensitive ear.  A smile
came across Rebecca’s face and Jeannette thought it was giving off light.  Jeannette leaned forward and kissed her.  It was not a sisterly kiss.  It was directly on Rebecca’s full pink moist
lips.  It wasn’t a long kiss but it
wasn’t a peck either.  It was enough to
send a chill through Jeannette.  A
tingling shiver that ran right into that place between her legs.

 Jeannette
was a bit surprised herself at the energy in the kiss and not sure if Rebecca
felt it too, she decided to go for another. 
This time her lips lingered, softly caressing her cousins still lips
until they responded to her.  Lips to
sweet lips with an energy that was hot.  
Jeannette had experienced the pleasure of another woman’s charms.  She and her best fiend in high school used to
teach each other about sex.  They
experimented with all phases.  They
kissed a lot.  They touched and rubbed
and brought each other to orgasms.  They
suckled each other and gave each other oral pleasures.  They even tried a vibrator but Jeannette
enjoyed the soft warm personal touches to that of any mechanical device.  She knew she wasn’t gay and she went on to
have three boyfriends but she also knew that there was pleasure in sex with
another woman too. 

 She
had not intended to come on to Rebecca when she came into the room but after
these initial kisses, her desire to continue with her beautiful cousin was
unmistakable.  She cradled Rebecca’s head
with her hands and closing her eyes, kissed her again.  This was a deep long lingering kiss that
Rebecca seemed glad to return. 
Jeannette’s fingers dove deeply into Rebecca’s hair, pulling her mouth
and face closer.  Gripping her head,
kissing her, Jeannette could feel her passion stirring.  She could sense Rebecca’s passion stirring as
well and she moved her body into a closer position, so that her breasts were
pressed against her and their legs were intertwined.  Her lips moved off of Rebecca’s and they
touched her cheek, then her neck and up to her ear.  Quickly kissing with soft lips around her
face, occasionally lingering here or there to spread some warmth.

 Rebecca’s
breathing became noticeably louder, and Jeannette caressed her shoulders,
rubbed her back, quickly unsnapping her bra, hugging the curvaceous form of her
cousin.  Jeannette pressed their bodies
together, moving her legs inside Rebecca’s. 
Pushing her thigh into Rebecca’s crotch and feeling her warmth.  Encouraged by this Jeannette began to
unbutton Rebecca’s blouse, switching her eyes from Rebecca’s face to a rather
demure glance at her own hands and down into Rebecca’s wonderful cleavage.  Rebecca looked a little stunned as though she
had no idea where this was going but Jeannette could tell that this little virgin
was enjoying it too much to stop. 

 Her
blouse unbuttoned, Jeannette pulled the material out of her pants and opened
both side panels fully exposing her pale soft smooth skin.  Her hands felt Rebecca’s warm flesh and found
their way to her bra covered breasts. 
With the bra already unhooked, it was relatively easy for Jeannette to
pop it off of Rebecca’s firm and full breasts. 
Her hand caressed the breast first by feeling its fullness, its
roundness, squeezing it gently.  Then her
fingers skimmed over her nipple and circled her sensitive areola.  Rebecca moaned and her body stirred with
Jeannette’s manipulations.  As Jeannette
continued, she again kissed Rebecca’s now moaning mouth. 

 Jeannette
was finding her cousin the most exciting woman she had ever been with – not
that there had been that many.  Her
moaning and the steady shifting of her body ignited her desires.  Rebecca’s breasts were so exciting to
hold.  They had a firmness and fullness
and softness that her own seemed to lack. 
Jeannette just loved the way that Rebecca’s nipple stiffened under her
touch and she could feel all the bumps around her elongated nipple tighten and
bloom.  She loved her lips and the way
she shyly but unmistakably was returning her kisses.  So soft, so gentle, so feminine. 

 Rebecca
was unwillingly moving her body.  Her
legs were running back and forth between Jeannette’s and her torso was slowly
moving from side to side.  This movement
woke Mike, who unaware of what was going on behind him, stretched and loudly
yawned.  His hands clasped together and
stretched over his head pulling his back and legs into a straight
position.  Jeannette’s kissing and
touching continued persistently.  When he
turned on his back and saw the two girls entangled, it was like being hit with
a cold pan of water.  His senses immediately
came to alert.  A little shocked, he
froze.

 “The
bathroom is over there, Mike,” said Jeannette. 
“Why don’t you use it and then return and join us.  Or at least watch us.”  And she returned to kissing and caressing
Rebecca.  Mike was frozen for a few
minutes.  He could feel his cock growing
but it was terribly uncomfortable in the tightness of his pants.  How did Jeannette know that about him, he
thought?  Soon he got up and went into
the bathroom, taking more time than he wanted but he had to calm down a little
before he could pee and that took him a while.

 When
he returned, Jeannette had removed Rebecca’s shirt and bra entirely.  She had worked her way down her body and was
kissing her stomach while unzipping the fly of her pants.  Mike also noticed that in the movement of
sliding down Rebecca’s body, Jeannette’s nightie had crawled up her torso
exposing her rounded ass.  Happy New
Year! thought Mike and a huge smile crossed his face.  He had no idea what was going to happen but
was thanking his lucky stars for this very moment.   Seeing Rebecca’s breasts and Jeannette’s ass
was pretty good alone but they were also going at it and he was certainly
enjoying that scene. 

 “You’re
just going to have to take your own clothes off, Mike.  That is, if you want to,” Jeannette said a
bit sarcastically.  By now she was
pulling Rebecca’s pants down over her hips along with her white cotton
panties.  Her mouth tasted each newly
exposed piece of Rebecca’s flesh. 
Rebecca reached over and took a pillow and put it over her face.  Like an ostrich it gave her a sense of not
being seen or not being present as her clothes were being removed leaving her
naked on the bed.  Mike’s reaction time
was clearly being affected by his inability to take his eyes off of the
wonderful unveiling in front of him, but he clumsily tore off his clothes.

 Jeannette
worked her mouth in between Rebecca’s legs and was slowly licking her swollen
lips.  She started very gently and very
slowly, forcing Rebecca to move her hips as a demand for more contact.  Jeannette obliged and worked her tongue in
between her lips into the fold of her slit, 
Up and down her wet soft tongue moved coming just below her enlarged
clitoral limb and just around the outside of her vaginal opening.  Her tongue rimmed her opening but did not
penetrate.  Rebecca could feel her tongue
stretching the muscle at the edge. 
Rebecca could also feel hands on her breasts, followed by a warm breath
and a wet kiss right on her nipple as Mike joined in. 

 Mike
kept his eyes open watching the way that Jeannette teased and played her tongue
around a large part of Rebecca’s genitals. 
He sucked on the perfect hard nipple before him while he watched.  Jeannette worked her tongue around Rebecca’s
clitoris, slowly, gently.  Rebecca’s
pussy was not shaved as many of the women her age did these days.  Her fine hair was a bit coarser down there
but still rather silky.  Mike was amazed
at how well he could see her slit and clitoris and pussy.  Perhaps it was because Jeannette had
moisturized it with her tongue.  Perhaps
because her lips were swollen with excitement and it parted like the Red Sea.  But Mike was enjoying his
view.  He realized that all of his
experience to date had occurred at night, in darkness, or at best with the
light from a candle.  Here in the bright
glow of daylight, mysteries were being revealed to him.

 Jeannette
continued her persistent lapping around Rebecca’s clitoris while she inserted
two fingers just inside her virginal opening. 
Slowly she pushed her fingers inside looking to see if her cherry was
still intact.  Meanwhile Rebecca was
beginning to cum.  She had mistaken
sessions of wet moisture generating excitement with actual orgasms.  It was not until this very moment that she
realized she had never experienced the real power of an orgasm.  She moaned very loudly as everyone began to
give it to her.  Mike’s slurped on her
nipple pulling on the hard nub and letting it go repeatedly.  Jeannette licked and lapped at her clit,
around it, over it, under it, moving as quickly as her tongue could.  Her fingers penetrating deeper and rubbing
inside where her G spot might be. 
Jeannette found no cherry to block her way and reached deeper.  Rebecca gasped and cried out and sobbed as
the multiple assaults on her sensitive parts overwhelmed her.

 “Stop
it!  Stop it!” she screamed and Mike
thought she might actually be upset.  She
put her hands on Jeannette’s head and pushed. 
Jeannette removed her mouth but for just a second until Rebecca stopped
pushing and dove back in for another smooch to the area of her clit.  Rebecca wriggled away and the pillow came off
of her face.  “I need a moment,” she
said. 

 “That’s
the attitude cuz” kidded Jeannette because in a minute you are going to have to
let Mike fuck that pretty pussy of yours. 
Can you wait one minute, Mike?” 

 “I
don’t know,” he said.  “Just look at
me!”  He thrust his hips forward proudly displaying
his rigid member.  It did look stretched
to its limit but the smile on Mike’s face told the women he would wait.

Part 3 can be found HERE.

Dear Sex Dude,

My boyfriend wants to be spanked but I’m afraid I will hurt him and I’m not sure how this will turn him on.  He’s even asked my little sister to spank him.  To me spanking is for when people do something wrong and I’m just not sure I can spank him for no reason. What should I do? 

Spank or Not Spank.

Dear Spanker,

I think you should ask you sister to help and have her lie naked on the bed under his naked body while you spank him.  Ask him if he wants to f*** your sister and if he says yes then spank him hard until he gets soft.  Ask your sister to tell you if he is getting a hard on and if she says yes then spank him hard again. If you know the name he was called when he was 8 use it. A couple of hours of this will have him ready for anything you want him to. 

 

Dear Sex Dude,

I am a 20 year old virgin off at college.  This year I have decided to end my virginity.  Should I give my virginity to Matt who is very sweet and likes me but who has very little sexual experience too?  Or should I go after Larry who once tried to force himself on me at a party after I had a few drinks.  The thing is that Larry put his hands down my pants at the party and he really knows what he is doing.  I don’t like the guy but he has great fingers.  Who should I let have my virginity?

Cherry Pop

Dear Cherry,

Given a choice is between good sex and bad sex, I would recommend both.  But I might try Matt first since he comes with less baggage.  Just be prepared.  Be prepared for him to have a premature ejaculation, so don’t start too late at night.  After his first ejaculation you need to give him about 10 minutes and then start him up again.  Kiss him where it hurts and it will make it better (and bigger). You might have to soothe his fragile ego a bit but just tell him how big he is.  You then tell him what he should do to you.  Be prepared to be explicit with him.  If all of that just seems like too much work then go with Larry but expect that he is likely to tell everyone on campus since he has no loyalty or relationship with you.

 

Dear Sex Dude,

Valentine’s Day is coming up and I want to do something special for my husband.  We have been married for 5 years and sex has become rather routine.  Any suggestions? Looking for New Ideas.

Dear Looking,

Maybe you should contact your local escort service and rent a dancing girl for the night or maybe a full body masseuse.  There isn’t anything quite as special as when your woman offers you the pleasure of a second woman.  You decide the boundaries.  She could strip for him or give him an hour of lap dances before you take over for the conclusion.  Or maybe you would like her to give him a massage finishing with a hand job while you whisper bad things in his ear.  The possibilities are endless but the memories guaranteed to last forever.

My wife and I had discussed her attraction to my best friend, Paul.  He was a bit bigger than me at 6’, with curly blond hair and had a thin but athletic body.  She thought he had a cute ass and his clever sense of humor tickled her.  I had teased her with the thought of a threesome for a long time but I had never mentioned it to Paul.  And we had never done anything close to a threesome because Jen was basically a shy almost insecure person.  But the fantasy made for great sex.

 

This hot summer day, Paul came over to help us cut up and stack a cord of wood that was delivered as full length logs.  It was hard work and we stayed with it for about three hours before the sun had taken enough of our strength.  We came in for beers and ice tea and decided to quit early for the day.  After a couple of beers I suggested showers and Paul went first.  While he was in the shower I spoke to Jen and told her to complain about her back being sore when she was done with her shower.  She asked why and with a twinkle in my eye, I said, “Wouldn’t you like a nice relaxing back rub.”  I let her imagination fill in the rest.

 

The subsequent showers went quickly with a little bit of flirting between Paul and Jen as they came in and out of the bathroom.  He, predictably, had a comment and a suggestion for her when she tried to dash to the bedroom in a towel.  She of course, stopped and flirted sticking her leg out at him so the fold of the towel opened and showed her whole leg right up to her hip.  She came out dressed in a tank top and tiny shorts.  The two men were sitting on the couch drinking beers and listening to music.  As requested, she mentioned that her back was bothering her and I immediately suggested that I give her a back rub.

 

I asked Paul to move to the chair, while I spread the cushions of the couch onto the middle of the floor and had her lay down on a sheet used as a covering.  She lay on her stomach and I began to rub her lower back, asking her where it hurt and she replied that it was both in her lower back and in her shoulders.  I asked Paul how he was feeling and he said fine now that he had a beer in his hand.  I then suggested that he get on the other side of her and help me massage her.  I sensed no hesitation as he made his way onto the floor.

 

When I pulled her tank top up to the top of her shoulders she had to rise up off the cushions a bit so it could get over her size C+ breasts.  As we got a quick flash of their sides I gave Paul a facial expression that said – pretty nice huh.  He nodded back.  We massaged her entire back with four hands rolling and kneading her skin.  She moaned in response to my questions about how it felt.  I made a big deal about trying to get to her shoulders with the tank top on and finally told her in an exasperated tone that the top would have to come off.  She objected, but I insisted telling her that she was already naked around her breast area.  So she reached up and took it off.  I could tell as she settled in again that she was really beginning to enjoy this and I knew her imagination was getting going.

 

As I rubbed her shoulders in a smooth sensual way I repeated defensively that she complained about the pain in her shoulders and lower back.  After a pause I told Paul to pull her shorts down a little so he could fully get to her lower back.  Jen acted like she wanted to complain and didn’t provide any help but soon Paul had dropped her shorts about three inches lower exposing her whole back.  Neither of us could tell if she was wearing panties.  We continued to massage her, moving up and down along her back trading places on her lower back and shoulders and then I decided it was time to rub her legs.  I told Paul to do the leg closest to him while I did the one closest to me.  I told him to follow my lead and we would rub symmetrically down and up her legs.  When he moved beside her leg, I could tell from the bulge in his pants that he was getting excited from rubbing her cool smooth flesh.

 

We started down and took our time doing it each using two hands.  We massaged her feet which were nice and clean from the recent shower, lifting them up to get at them.  As I returned her leg to the cushion I made sure her legs opened up a bit more than they had.  Then I slowly began moving up as Paul followed, gently rubbing around her leg.  We moved to the bottom of her shorts and I got two full fingers under the edge touching her ass and the inside of her leg very near her crotch which was very moist.  Paul did not follow that move even though I encouraged him with a look.  I didn’t know how far he would go, but he was clearly enjoying it.  I rubbed her ass through the material of her shorts and rocked her back and forth as I did.  We both gave her a few very light gentle strokes all over her back and legs as though we were finishing.  She stretched with all the tension of her imagination and the massaging.

 

I then told her it was time to turn over and she objected since she was wearing no top.  I told her I would put her loose top over her breasts.  I picked it up and held it over her back so she could modestly turn over which she finally did after a bit of protestation.  I laid the jersey loosely over her breasts.  We began to rub her stomach and the top of her shoulders.  I started to rub the sides of her breasts under the top.  She was watching us.  I told her in kind of a commanding way to keep her eyes closed and just enjoy the feeling.  She obeyed.  With a look I encouraged Paul to rub around the edges of her breasts and he did.  She didn’t object.  She just lay there with her hands under her head and her eyes closed.  I started to move my hands very gently across the tops of her breasts keeping her modesty with the top over my hands while Paul was rubbing her stomach.  She was peeking.  I told her not to look and threatened to blindfold her.  I knew she was curious who was rubbing where and it was driving her nuts.

 

I lifted my hands off of her and with a look suggested to Paul that he rub her breasts.  He lifted his hands and I immediately placed mine back down where he was on her stomach.  My fingers were pointed toward her legs and my fingers edged their way under her shorts.  With one hand I unsnapped her shorts.  Paul who had begun to rub her upper chest had moved down under the tank top and was rubbing and squeezing her breasts.  I was smiling at him; encouraging him.  She again stretched and slightly arched her body and I knew I had them both.  She was having trouble staying still and Paul was definitely into massaging her breasts which he did magnificently using two handed squeezing mixed with gentle finger passes on her nipples.  Even though the top blocked my view I could see what was going on and I was enjoying it too. 

 

I caught her peeking again and I took the top off her breasts and placed it over her eyes tucking it under the sides of her head.  Her breasts retained most of their perkiness since her hands were still up under her head.  Her nipples were huge and as hard as I had ever seen them.  Paul and I looked at each other with huge grins on both our faces.  I asked her if she was wearing panties and she asked why I wanted to know.  I told her to just answer the question and when she said yes, I began to remove her shorts, pulling the zipper down.  She didn’t object, in fact, she raised her hips as I pulled them off her legs.  I sat in between her legs, spreading them wide, and rubbed each leg up and down with one hand.  Paul continued to focus on her top although not just on her breasts.  He was rubbing her sides pulling the skin toward the middle with smooth strokes up and down the length of her stomach, chest and shoulders, still true to the massage.

 

I leaned forward and kissed her on her stomach with my chest just touching her panties and Paul returned to touching her breasts.  I think she had her first orgasm at that moment as her legs squirmed and her back arched as she tried not to moan.  Her breathing, however, was a dead give away.  No one acknowledged the orgasm and we continued to massage her.  I suggested to Paul that we trade places and we did.  After kissing her on her cheeks and neck and getting a warm return kiss from her, I straddled her still blindfolded head and touched her more than massaged her and began kissing her all along her body at the same time.  I moved my whole body down toward her stomach while Paul was rubbing her legs. 

 

My hands moved to her panties and began to rub her pussy through the cloth while Paul watched intently.  She was soaking and her panties clung to her crack.  She was wriggling again and arching and now noticeably moaning.  I guess the pretenses were over.  I reached each hand under her the sides of her panties and teased her by touching the flesh near her triangle.  Looking at Paul, I told him to join in and he also teased her by rubbing her legs in the fold between her legs and her pussy.  I pulled the sides of her panties together exposing more of the large swollen lips of her pussy and Paul took advantage of this.  My legs were on either side of her chest with my groin hanging in her breasts.  I felt Jen’s hand reach up and rub my ass through my sweatpants.  I turned around and told her not to touch me and to just lean back and be still if she could.  She responded by returning her hand behind her head and giving a huge prolonged arch.  Paul took advantage of this by rubbing her pussy down the middle with his palm.

 

I encouraged him and said how she seemed to like that a lot and he should do more of it.  He continued to rub her pussy when she lay back down.  I told Paul to take her panties off and when he had them half off I commented if Jen doesn’t mind.  She just moaned a loud positive response.  I told Paul that it looked like her pussy needed a tongue cleaning and he immediately complied.  I turned around and began kissing Jen on her face, neck and shoulders while she had a huge obvious orgasm that just kept cuming and cuming.  Later she told me she had a rush of multiple orgasms during this time but they were so close together she couldn’t count them.

 

We relaxed with a cigarette and beer.  The blindfold had come off when I was kissing her and she now used it to loosely cover her groin while she lay on her side.  Paul and I were still completely dressed and the oddness of this escaped nobody’s attention.  Jen objected and said we should take off our clothes.  I could tell she hasn’t yet had enough and I quickly pulled off my clothes while Paul stood a little dazed.  I moved behind Jen and reached around in front and began playing with her breasts.  I told Paul that I thought she would like to see him do a striptease.  I told him that if he did, I would let him fuck her first.  She punched me but I knew she didn’t mean it. 

 

He waited for the start of the next song and stood and began dancing with the music.  He had good rhythm and moved his hips in front of Jen’s face.  She was staring at his noticeable hard on in his jeans.  I was lifting and cuddling the weight of her breasts while he danced.  It was beginning to get dark and this added to a romantic atmosphere.  First, he took of his shirt and did a pretty good job making it look sexy.  Then at the end of the song, he disappeared into the bedroom.  When the next song came on out he marched with a pillow in front of him.  It took a few minutes before we could tell he still had his shorts on.  He wore black jockey style shorts which held his large cock tight.  He danced with the pillow mostly rubbing it in front of him against his crotch.  Eventually, he moved to the arm of the couch and leaned against the pillow which rested on the arm.  His hands free, he removed his shorts.  We couldn’t quite see his cock because it sank into the softness of the pillow.  While he was doing this I put my hand in Jen’s crotch and with her tank top still there began rubbing the top up and down in a way she seemed to enjoy.  Paul was dancing with the pillow, rubbing it in a way that let his cock appear above the top of it as he moved the pillow down with the rhythm of the music. 

 

Then a slow song came on and I suggested to Jen that they dance together.  She made a comment that with that big thing in front of him they wouldn’t be able to get that close.  But she got up when I urged her and they fell into each other’s arms.  At first it reminded me of catholic school dances – leaving room for the holy ghost.  But soon Paul wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close.  I don’t think I have ever seen two naked people dancing together before but it was real sexy.  His cock was pushed into her belly and was listing to one side, so when they danced around in a circle you could see it pressing against her.  They both started kissing each other’s neck and their hands began to wander.  I left the room to get condoms and candles and when I returned he was lying on top of her on the sofa cushions pressing his thigh between her legs and they were deep throating each other with their tongues.  It didn’t seem to take long for Jen to return to her wild excited state and this time she was moving all under him and grabbing his ass and pressing her breasts between them.  You could tell he enjoyed the abandon with which she went at it.  I was pleasantly surprised with how excited I was watching my best friend with my wife in such an intimate way.  When we talked about the fantasy and the attraction I always wondered if I would feel differently watching it.  But I was as excited as they were just watching.  I loved it when Jen was out of control with sexual desire and she sure was today. 

 

I lit the candles and handed Paul a condom.  I then sat in the chair that was by their feet and played with myself as I watched them.  Paul went down on Jen for a short time, teasing her clit with his tongue, not wanting her to orgasm that way this time.  God, he’s good, I thought.  Jen looked at me while he was doing this and I gave her a big smile.  She closed her eyes and relaxed.  Soon Paul was on top of her, entering her slowly.  He paused his cock as it was moving in but Jen couldn’t wait and her hips rocked up and down bringing his cock in more frantically.  She was already beginning another orgasm.  Paul couldn’t help responding to her movements and soon he too was out of control with no thoughts about entering slowly or teasing her.  He was pounding away at her fast and hard but with smooth strokes that she seemed to feel every inch of.  In a few minutes he was screaming and she was moaning and it completed itself.  They cuddled together for a few minutes before he pulled out and turned over.  I think he was concerned about how I might be reacting.

 

“My turn”, I said with a grin and Paul got up and headed for the bathroom.  I moved my head to Jen’s crotch.  Since Paul had worn a condom there was no sperm to deal with, but I was wondering how moist she remained.  Licking her pussy lips and clit I saw no problem.  I lifted her legs and kissed around her brown hole which I knew she liked sticking the point of my nose into the opening of her pussy at the same time.  As I moved up and along her body with my kisses and tongue she began to slowly squirm again.  I moved up quickly and with our faces together, she kissed me and whispered her gratefulness.  I told her we were just getting started and she moaned deeply.

 

I asked her if she could feel how hard my cock was and soon I was positioning it at her opening.  I slowly moved it in an inch and rubbed it back and forth at her entrance. With each thrust I went just a little deeper until she was fully matching my thrusts.  Paul returned from the bathroom.  I told him to get ready again.  This nymph still hadn’t had enough.  I pulled out of her and told her to change positions and get on top.  She was in a very submissive mode and sat astride me sliding my cock into her wet hole easily while I was on my back.  I told Paul to come over because she wanted to give him a blowjob.  He stood with his feet on both sides of my shoulders and presented his half hard cock to her.  He eagerly grabbed it with one hand and brought it to her tongue.  Licking it and kissing it, she was looking into his eyes, while I had a bottom ups view of it all.  She and I were riding together like a bucking bronco until I came spurting deep inside her.  As we stopped our bumping she continued to work Paul’s cock, working him all the way into her mouth.  I reached over and handed her another condom which she expertly rolled down the length of his cock.  I told her to get off me and prepare for him.  She was building to another orgasm.

 

She got off of me and asked Paul if he would do her doggie style.  It had a pleading tone to it and Paul was more than willing to comply.  She leaned forward into the chair and he knelt behind her.  It was her favorite position and she had a great ass.  Paul eagerly humped her but would slow as she started to reach the edge of her orgasm.  He was deliberately teasing her and she seemed to grow wilder as a result.  He alternated hard rhythmic thrusts with still hips and caresses over her breasts and shoulders.  She started to beg him to fuck her and when he began thrusting again she screamed Yes Yes Fuck Me Fuck Me and this time he kept going until they were both drained.  She began to weep softly as they collapsed together back down on the cushions where I was.  She gave me a long slow thankful kiss and turned to the other side and kissed Paul’s shoulders snuggling into his side.  I caressed her ass very slowly.   We cuddled that way in each other’s arms with her in the middle for about a half-hour before we realized how hungry we were. 

 

We had a few more threesomes after that with Paul, but none as exciting.  I think Jen always enjoyed them, but eventually Paul and I became a bit less enthusiastic.  Typical of men, Paul and I never discussed our trysts outside of the experience themselves. 

Previous Parts posted yesterrday and the day before.

 

KEN’S TURN

 

“Well, I promised Ken a reward.  Do you want to watch me give him a blow job, Debi?  While you finish your wine.”

 

Debi didn’t say a word but just watched while her sister moved over to the couch where Ken was and undid his pants.  She pulled them off his legs and left his boxer shorts on.  Ken’s cock was sticking up through the slit in his shorts as his wife wrapped her hand around it.  She put her face in front of it and licked it and kissed it.  Ken found it especially exciting that Debi was watching and he faked closing his eyes while staring at her through the slits.  He was hoping that in this light she couldn’t tell that he was staring, but she knew he was.

 

Her mouth was now over his cock and she was simultaneously sliding it in and out and using her hand to pull his skin taut.  It didn’t take Ken long to be close to an orgasm, but just before he was ready to cum, she stopped, looked over at Debi and asked her if she wanted a taste.  She declined, but Ken thought was an instigator his wife was and how she loved to tease him.  Her offer got his mind racing as soon as his wife returned her mouth to his cock, he started to cum.  He held the back of her head grabbing handfuls of her long silky hair.  She swallowed the warm hot stuff quickly as he came.  She liked the taste when it was still hot and flowing but she avoided letting it hit the air when it starts to get sticky.  She looked up at Ken as she sucked in the last few drops and then over to Debi.  Debi wondered if she could ever learn to swallow.  She had avoided it so far and it really didn’t appeal to her but the way her sister did it, it seemed so neat.  Ken was leaning back and looked like he could fall asleep at any moment, completely satisfied.  As he drifted between sleep and wake he thought, I’ll have to be the first up tomorrow morning.

 

THE NEXT MORNING

 

He woke up early and snuck out of the bed so as not to disturb his wife’s sleep.  Since he slept naked he grabbed a clean pair of boxers and he went into the hall to put them on.  Debi was still in bed and her door was ajar just an inch or so, not enough to allow a view into the room.  He went to the bathroom and then to the kitchen where he make coffee.  He also put some bacon on.  There was nothing he enjoyed more than waking up to the smells of coffee and bacon. 

 

So he was turning the bacon with one hand and drinking his coffee in the other when Debi emerged from her bedroom fully robed.  “Well aren’t we the early one,” she said as she passed the kitchen on her way to the bathroom.  She was immediately struck by his cute ass, flat stomach and startled by all of his flesh exposed, but she behaved nonchalantly.  He wasn’t a classic bodybuilder type but he was a strapping young man with a fit body if not overly muscular.  She had spent most of the night reliving in her thoughts and her dreams the touches of last night and the experience of entering into some more intimate relationship with her sister and brother-in-law.  Something about the evilness of it turned her on.

 

In the bathroom, she decided that she would take off her panties and just wear the robe.  While Ken would never know it (probably) she would and it would be exciting for her.  She put the panties in the pocket of the robe and returned to the kitchen.  Her terry cloth robe was wrapped and tied modestly but she didn’t use any of the buttons.  As she poured her coffee, she commented, “So, now that we’ve seen each others private parts, do you plan to wear just your shorts when I’m around.”  He paused for a moment before replying “Yes, seems right to me.”  “Well, don’t get carried away with last night.”

 

He looked at her with deep probing eyes that roved over her body from her feet slowly up to her face.  Looking her in the face, he said, “I remember every curve on your body, after all I touched every one of them, didn’t I?  You did have a good time last night, didn’t you?  You never even said thanks, you know.”  Standing next to him she leaned forward said thanks and kissed him.  He saw it coming and made sure it landed lip to lip and he put some effort into it.  But both of his hands were occupied so he was unable to control the duration which she made rather short.  The bacon was done and they both sat at the kitchen table, talking and flirting waiting for Ken’s wife to get up.

 

Debi knew her robe was open across her legs and it she didn’t keep them crossed there’s no telling what he would be seeing.  She frequently re-crossed her legs, quickly putting the robe back in place as it slipped.  When she leaned forward or laughed, the top of the robe billowed open exposing the tops of her firm breasts.  Ken was suggesting to her that she take the robe off since he had already seen her naked and his persistent hardon was obvious in his shorts.  She commented about how much he seemed to be enjoying thinking about seeing her naked again and maybe it was still worth saving it for the right time.  When he got up for a second cup of coffee his cock stuck out in a clownish way and they both were laughing about it when Ken’s wife came into the kitchen to say hi.  She was off to the bathroom and when she returned she seemed to be in a good mood, dressed in a see through silky slip and blue bikini panties.

 

“Ken was telling me that I now owe him a backrub from last night,” Debi told her.  “I don’t remember that deal, do you?”  “There was no deal, but maybe it would be the courteous thing to do.  Maybe we should both give him a massage after breakfast.  Do you have time, Debi, before you leave?”  “Let’s see,” she hesitantly replied.  “We could always, massage him and leave him wanting for more,” her sister said.  “That would fix him,” Debi replied.

 

After breakfast, Ken’s wife had it all organized again.  She remade the makeshift bed in the living room, covering the pillows with a sheet as they had done last night.  She moved some furniture away so there would be room for two of them to move around.  Ken lay down on his stomach and his wife pulled his shorts off.  She told Debi to get on one side while she got on the other.  Their massage was different with more caressing strokes and less rubbing and kneading.  Her sister told Debi to do on one side what she was doing on the other and she ran her hands all the way down his back across his butt and down his legs.  Following her sister’s lead, they each pulled one leg apart spreading them open.  As they moved around him on the floor, Debi’s robe would open from time to time exposing all of her nakedness underneath.

 

Ken’s wife then ran her hand up the inside of his thigh and grazed her fingers along his balls.  Debi was unable to fit her hand in his crevice along with her sister and so she moved across his butt and along his back.  “Ever notice how a man’s balls get tight when he is excited,” her sister asked her.  “Ken, get up on your knees so I can show her and he complied.  With his butt sticking up in the air, both his wife’s and Debi’s face were only a foot or two from his butt.  His wife was cuddling his balls and showing them off to Debi.  “Feel him under here Debi,” she said and she reached under him stroking his cock.  When she removed her hand, Debi followed her instructions and enjoyed touching his long hard cock. 

 

“Kiss his ass, Debi, he loves that,” and she put her mouth to the cheek closer to her kissing him.  “Here’s how he really likes it,” she said as she leaned deep into the crack of his ass and planted a couple of kisses right on his brown hole.  “Here, hold his cheeks apart for me Debi.”  When she did, she watched her sister blow, then kiss, then lick his brown hole.  She could hear Ken’s breathing deepen.  Debi’s sister continued to play games with his ass for a while as she pulled his cheeks apart. 

 

“OK, Ken, turn over.” His wife commanded and he obeyed.  The two of them went back to equal caresses on each side of his body.  Gently stroking his chest, moving down across his stomach and onto his legs.  They continued this avoiding touching his straining cock.  Debi found it exciting to see this man lying with his cock pointing all the way up almost to his belly button.  Ken’s wife began to mix in a few caresses of Ken’s cock with the other stroking and encouraged Debi to touch his cock.  She did, feeling a slight bit of anxiety that her hands would not be as skilful as her sisters but Ken found her touch very exciting and this was obvious to everyone.  “That’s the way, Debi; he loves the way you do that.”

 

They alternated playing with his cock and long strokes along his body.  His wife leaned forward and kissed him deeply and long while Debi stroked his cock.  She was stroking him slowly and he seemed to like this a lot.  He was moaning while he kissed his wife.  “OK, Debi, it’s sitting time.  Do you want to sit on his face or his cock?”  “I’ll take his face,” she said which Ken was a bit disappointed at.  He wouldn’t mind fucking his sister-in-law.  They both straddled him and as his tongue found his way to Debi’s snatch, his wife lower her pussy around his cock.  The girls faced one another and Debi was surprised when her sister leaned forward and kissed her.  It was sensual, sexual, tongue and open mouth kiss.  Debi was turned on from Ken’s tongue and her sister’s mouth.  She suddenly felt that this was wrong, but knew she did not have the will power to stop.  She was beginning to realize that once she was turned on, anything goes. 

 

Her sister leaned forward on her hands, her hair falling into Debi’s breast while she began to hump up and down on Ken’s cock.  Debi could realize from the lack of consistency from Ken’s tongue that he was getting very excited.  After about 15 minutes, his wife slowly pulled off of Ken’s cock.  She opened a condom and slipped it over Ken’s cock.  “OK Debi, let’s switch places.  Debi at first said no but her sister insisted and Debi couldn’t help but admire Ken’s rigid member and she did want to feel it inside her.  So they switched places and Ken could barely contain his excitement.  Again the girls faced each other and as Debi bounced up and down, her sister squeezed Debi’s breasts.  Debi was surprised at how fast she was approaching an orgasm and as Ken’s excitement rose, hers rose with him and when he exploded she released as well.  She stayed on top of him until his cock started to soften and then the three of them lay side by side with Ken in the middle cuddling, the girls caressing each other’s arms across Ken’s chest.

 

Debi knew their relationship would never be the same.