by Desconhecido
I smoked my cigarette and finished most of my wine. The three of us made small talk. It was an awkward situation. I could tell Kate wanted a sign from me, some sort of an answer to her proposal.
She got tired of waiting. She’d always been impetuous. She took my wine glass and set it on the coffee table. “I’m horny,” she said, and the way she said it was so matter of fact that there seemed to be no room for debate. She was going to have it her way.
She leaned over and kissed me as she fumbled with my zipper. Her tongue slipped into my mouth. Her fingers found my cock and smoothly extracted it from the confines of my jeans. She began to masturbate me. I forgot all about Mike for the moment and laid Kate back on the couch, sucking her pink tongue as I set about the task of undressing her.
Her jeans were tight. I tugged them past her hips and down to her knees, and she kicked them the rest of the way off, raising her ass long enough so I could take her panties off.
She sat up and pulled her shirt over her head, shaking her wild blonde mane back into place. I reached around her and undid the clasp of her bra, then watched as she slipped the straps from her shoulder. Her tits, the size of ripe cantaloupe, dropped free, jiggling pleasantly as she leaned over to help me undress.
I laid her back on the couch again, sliding my hands along the insides of her legs, pushing them apart. The sight of her like that, naked except for white ankle socks, made me hot and hungry. The folds of her vulva glistened with excitement.
I lowered my head and slipped my tongue between the lips of her pussy, teasing her pink opening, capturing her wet honey, working my way up the length of silky folds of flesh. She made a noise somewhere between a whimper and a moan. I took her clit in my mouth and nibbled it. She grabbed the back of my head with both hands and held me against her as she undulated her hips, rubbing herself hard against my face.
“God, I miss that,” she moaned, pressing against my probing tongue. “I miss the way you do that… lick me…”
Mike came over to stand beside us, his erection thrusting out of his slacks. An impressive one, I noticed, and he was stroking it as he watched my tongue disappear into Kate’s pussy.
He watched for a minute before he put one knee on the arm of the couch and turned so that his cock and his balls dangled over Kate’s mouth.
She went to work on him, sucking and licking his balls. She reached up and wrapped a tiny hand around his thick shaft and jerked him off.
I stuck two fingers into Kate’s pussy. She was sloppy wet, absolutely drenched with excitement. I turned them this way and that, pushing them in deep, keeping my lips and tongue on her clit. She moaned and humped against me as she continued to jerk Mike off and suck on his balls.
I had trouble watching at first. I concentrated on eating Kate’s pussy. I didn’t want to see her pleasing Mike the way she was, regardless of the fact that she was going to be his wife, that she would be pleasing him like that for the rest of their lives together, however long that might be.
Mike moved back and then up again, pushing his dick into Kate’s mouth. She swallowed his cock as smoothly and effortlessly as if she’d done it hundreds of times before, and for all I knew, she most certainly had.
I straddled her and slid my hard-on between round, soft tits. She pushed them together, cradling my cock there, and I moved back and forth, slowly fucking her freckled cleavage. Now and then she took her mouth from Mike’s cock to lick and nibble the head of my cock as it peeked over the creamy mound of her tits.
“I’m about to come,” Mike announced.
I wanted to fuck Kate doggy-style. I turned her around and pulled her to her hands and knees. Mike’s cock slipped from her mouth while we changed positions. He quickly pushed it back into her mouth. I grabbed her by her hips and steadied her as I slid deep inside her.
Mike climbed onto the couch so he was kneeling directly in front of her, making it easier to fuck her mouth while I fucked her from behind. He tangled his fingers in her hair and fed almost all of his cock.
I’m a voyeur by nature, extremely visual, and watching my cock slip in and out of Kate’s pussy as Mike’s cock pushed deep into her mouth was a visual feast. I spread the cheeks of her ass so I had a better view of my cock disappearing between her plump lips and blonde curls. The pink folds of her inner lips clung to my cock, slick and shiny, folding in and out with every thrust.
Kate sucked harder on Mike’s cock, suddenly taking a couple of deep gulps. Mike groaned, pulling his cock from her mouth, trailing a thick string of cum. Kate stuck her tongue out to catch some of it as Mike finished off with his hand.
Kate squeezed the walls of her pussy around my cock, coaxing me closer to the edge, massaging the length of my penis. The tiny pucker of her pale brown anus winked up at me. Wetting a finger, I teased the outer edge of the opening and then slowly worked my finger inside her bottom. She moaned her approval as the finger disappeared past the first knuckle and I fingered her there as I continued fucking her.
Mike was finished for now. He poured another glass of wine and leaned back in the recliner, still naked, lazily rubbing his semi-erect cock with one hand as he sipped his wine.
Kate turned around to face me, then laid back on the couch, spreading her legs wide. I climbed on top of her and let her guide my cock to her wet opening, then I pushed into her, all the way in, all the way out again, leaving her gaping and wet.
She grabbed me by the ass and drew me back inside her, pulling the full length of
my cock all the way up to my balls.
“I want you to do it hard,” she moaned. “Fuck me hard!”
I supported my weight on the arm of the couch for leverage and fucked her hard, just the way she wanted it. Her tits shook as I pumped into her. My balls swung back and forth, colliding with the cheeks of her ass, slapping out a steady skin-on-skin rhythm.
“Oh God, I’m coming, baby… I’m gonna come,” Kate cried out.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and arched her back, moaning as she came. She fell back to the couch when it was over. I was almost there myself. I gave a couple more thrusts and pulled out, grabbing my cock in my right hand to jerk my cum onto her belly. I squeezed out the last drops and fell over her, gasping until I could breathe again.
We stayed there for a few minutes, with me leaning over her and my cock against her belly, my cum sticky between us. She was looking up at me, deep into my eyes. Her cheeks were flushed pink with passion, her eyes were full of desire, and maybe even a longing for what we’d once had, I don’t know. That much could have been my imagination, wishful thinking on my part.
When we finally separated, Kate went for a towel. She came back into the living room wiping my cum off her belly. She plopped onto the couch beside me, still naked except for the socks.
We drank more wine. Mike lit a joint and passed it to me. “I don’t smoke,” he said. “But you two can share it.” I normally don’t smoke marijuana either but Kate wanted some, so I shared the joint with her.
“You’re not finished, I hope,” Kate said, giving my cock a playful squeeze.
“Just getting started,” I said. “What do you wanna do next?”
“Remember that thing you always wanted to do to me? You know, where you had your finger earlier?”
“Umm- hmm, I remember.”
How could I forget. Anal sex. We’d tried it a couple of times, never with any success. Kate was never one to give up.
“I want you to do that to me,” she said, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. “Come on, let’s go to the bedroom.”
I glanced over to see how Mike was reacting. I wondered if he even knew what we were talking about doing. They seemed to have an open sort of relationship, and Kate didn’t seem the least bit hesitant about inviting me into the bedroom, so I assumed she had at least discussed it with him beforehand.
She gave Mike a kiss, then she took me by the hand and practically dragged me into the bedroom.
I watched with quite a
bit of appreciation as she climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, shifting her ass in an inviting manner… “Come and get it,” she said, looking back at me over her shoulder one shoulder, grinning like the horny devil she’d always been.
I slid my hands up over the cheeks of her ass, lifting and separating them so I could tease her asshole with the tip of my tongue. I first circled the tiny puckered opening, getting it good and wet, then I wiggled my tongue inside. She rubbed her ass against my face. I tightened my grip on her ass cheeks, digging my fingers in as I pushed my tongue past her sphincter muscle, straight into her ass.
“Oh yeah, I’m sooo ready,” she cooed. “There’s something we can use in the top drawer.”
I found KY-Jelly in the drawer, squeezed some on the palm of my hand, and smeared it over the length of my cock, then I squirted some on my fingers and spread it around asshole. I squeezed out a tiny bit more and pushed two fingers of the stuff into her bottom, twisting them one way as I went in, the other way as I withdrew them.
“All lubed up,” I said. Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Un- huh, I’m sure…”
I wiped my hand on the bedspread and grabbed Kate by her hips, pulling her back to me. The length of my cock slide along the crack of her ass. She rubbed against me as she reached back to first stroke my dick and then guide it to the tight pucker of her back entrance.
Taking my time, I worked the head of my cock in first, watching as she slowly opened for me. There was a slight resistance and then her muscle relaxed. She made a noise in the back of her throat that sounded like a painful groan, then she grunted and inhaled a short gasp of air. I stopped.
“No, don’t,” she said. “Just be easy.”
I eased more of my cock into her ass, taking my time. She reached back and put her hand on my ass, pulling me to her, moaning as I invaded her from behind, putting the full length of my cock where no other cock had ever gone before.
Mike came into the room to watch. There was one of those deep, round chairs in one corner of the bedroom. Mike pulled it up close to the bed and sat down, keeping his eyes on Kate and me. His cock was hard. He wrapped his hand around it and jerked off as he watched me fuck Kate’s ass. It was a little disconcerting at first, being scrutinized like that, but I focused my attention on Kate and soon forgot all about Mike sitting next to us.
“Oooo, God, oh yeah, it feels good now…” Kate moaned.
“You like that?” I asked. “You like my cock feels in your ass?”
“Oh yeah, I like it a lot,” she said.
She reached back between her legs and stuck two fingers in her pussy. As she pounded her fingers in and out, the palm of her hand smacked her clit. She made herself come that way.
“I want both of you,” she said, her breathing intensely heavy now. “I want you both inside me at the same time.”
Mike and I exchanged glances. He shrugged at me. I shrugged back. This was all about Kate, that much was clear. What she wanted, we were going to give her.
Mike climbed onto the bed and laid down. Kate straddled him, raised up so she could position the tip of his cock at her pussy, and then sat down on him. She bent down and kissed him passionately, bucking and grinding on his cock. I waited a few minutes, letting her ride his cock, and then I got up behind her. Mike pulled the cheeks of her ass apart for me. I used more KY on my cock before slipping back into Kate’s ass, which felt much tighter with Mike’s cock filling her pussy.
Mike couldn’t really move with Kate and I on top of him. He was mostly still while I fucked her ass, but occasionally he’d thrust up into her and push his cock around in her pussy as best he could.
It didn’t take me long to work up an orgasm. Her anal muscles squeezed and milked my cock. I could feel the thick heat of Mike’s cock through the thin wall that separated us. The two of us pressed into Kate at the same time, making a tight sandwich, and she came again, grinding herself on both our cocks.
“Me next,” Mike grunted.
I could feel his cock jerk as he emptied his cum into Kate’s pussy. When he finished, I started fucking her hard, driving my cock deep into her ass and back out again, my balls banging against Mike’s balls, my stomach smacking Kate’s ass cheeks hard enough to make them jiggle, and then I came in her too. The three of us became one writhing, pumping, grinding mass of sweat, cum, and flesh- Kate’s past, present, and future all at once.
She lay still between us. Her breathing was slow and steady. Sweat cooled on our bodies as moments passed. I felt something at that moment. Something beyond sexual satisfaction. Maybe it was longing for a time that was gone. A wave of nostalgia swept over me like a warm blanket on a cold night…
* * * *
The familiar strains of Mendelssohn’s Wedding March rose from the organ and settled over me like a thick fog.
I stood at the back of the church, watching Kate make her way down the aisle, her lace and satin wedding dress trailing behind her.
Sometimes all a man needs is a tiny piece of the past.
Sometimes it’s all he can stand.
I watched the woman I would always love as she exchanged wedding vows with another man. Earlier I had wished them well. I even wrote a check to help with the honeymoon.
Kate had looked at me with a question in her eyes, would we see one another again?
I didn’t think we would.
The Pink Place
I’ve been sexually attracted to other women since high school. I’m thirty-six years old. It wasn’t as hip to be a lesbian then as it is now. Two women couldn’t be openly in love without fear of ridicule, especially in the tiny Midwestern town where I grew up.
I had quite a few crushes back then. I kept them to myself. I felt awkward in the shower room after gym. I’d take peeks at the girls around me, fantasizing about what it would be like to touch one of them, to feel her lips on my breasts or between my legs, and then I’d quickly look away, afraid someone would see me looking and know what I was thinking.
Fantasy and masturbation were my sexual outlets all the way up to my senior year in school. That’s when I met Sarah. We became fast friends, and it wasn’t long before I let her in on my secret. To my surprise, she was completely comfortable with it.
Needless to say, I fell in love with her.
It was inevitable that Sarah and I end up experimenting, but it wasn’t me who initiated it. Sarah was spending the night at my house. It was the start of a weekend. I’d taken two bottles of wine from my dad’s bar, with every intention of getting Sarah and myself totally drunk.
We sat facing each other on my bed, legs crossed, wearing T-shirts and panties. We told stupid jokes and passed one of the bottles back and forth. Neither of us had ever drank, so we were silly before we finished the first bottle.
We laughed and rolled around on the bed. That’s how it started. Sarah was trying not to spill her wine. I ended up on top of her, staring down at her, losing myself in her soft blue eyes. We stopped laughing. The whole atmosphere was charged with forbidden electricity.
She brushed my cheek with her fingertips, bringing them around to rest gently against my trembling lower lip.
“What’s it like?” she asked.
“What’s what like?”
“You know… being with another girl?”
“I’ve never actually been with another girl.” I said, blushing.
“What?” she said. “Then how do you know you’re… that you like girls?”
“I just know, that’s all,” I answered.
There was silence that seemed eternal, then Sarah shifted so she could put her wine on the floor. She gave me a chaste kiss and climbed under the thick pink quilt that covered my bed.
“Come on,” she said, motioning for me to join her. “Come snuggle with me.”
She lifted the quilt higher and I crawled under it with her. She let it go. It drifted down over us like a warm, soft, pink cocoon. I felt protected and accepted in a way I never had before. Sarah
and I were the only two people in our secret pink world.
Her clean, soapy scent made my head swim.
Her warm, sweet breath caressed my cheek.
Then we kissed, and oh God, it felt so good. Who kissed who first is still a mystery, and one that doesn’t need to be solved. All that mattered was how it felt and how she tasted. A beautiful kiss, soft and tentative at first, then hot and passionate and full of hunger.
I draped one leg over her, pulling her close to me. She moved a hand along the back of one of my legs, slipping it under my shirt. Her fingers brushed my bottom and settled between my legs. She pressed her fingers into my panties, touching me the way only I had ever touched myself.
She slipped a finger under the elastic of my panties, teased my lips, and then eased her finger inside me. I arched my back. Her finger went deeper. She pressed her thumb against my clitoris, massaging it hard through my damp panties.
I buried my face against her as the first wave of pleasure started in my belly. My nipples were hard. I bit my lower lip, trembling against her, trying so hard not to make any noises that might bring mom and dad running.
We were still and quiet for some time afterward. An awkward silence. Sarah spoke first. She asked if she’d made me feel good. She asked if I would touch her the same way she’d touched me.
“Yes,” I whispered. “And even more… if you don’t mind.”
She offered no resistance, verbal or otherwise. I climbed over her and leaned down to give her a long, deep kiss, lifting her shirt as I did. Her breasts were small and firm, capped with tiny dark pink nipples. I ran my tongue around each one before kissing a wet trail down to her belly.
Her breathing was slow and even. Her flat tummy rose and fall ever so slightly. I could see the pale blonde hairs there, almost invisible. I ran my tongue around her navel and dipped into it, licking tenderly, practicing what I would soon be doing between her legs.
