by Mia Moore
***
Tara was now unleashed. Each groan or shudder from Dawn egged her on.
She raised Dawn’s legs, exposing her pussy and asshole. Leaning in, she began to rim Dawn’s ass, her tongue wetly circling the rosebud pucker. Holding up Dawn’s legs with one hand, she spit on her finger, and slowly pushed it up inside Dawn’s asshole.
A shockwave went through Dawn. “Oh fuck yeah!” She grabbed her legs behind her knees and pulled them back, turning her butt into Tara’s hand, forcing her finger deeper. Both women knew Dawn was an anal sex fiend. She always gave her ass a through cleansing, finishing with a douche before coming out to play at The G-Spot. Tara felt the pre-lube that Dawn had put up her asshole allow her finger to slide all the way in.
She leaned forward into Dawn. With one hand ass fucking her partner, she pushed two fingers of her other hand up inside Dawn’s pussy, repeating the same sweeping motion inside Dawn that had been done on her earlier.
“Oh shiiiiiit! Oh shit! Oh shit!” howled Dawn.
Tara was now on her knees, both hands gently pistoning in and out of Dawn’s orifices. She could feel her fingers through the membrane separating Dawn’s holes. She. Just. Wanted. To Blow this bitch’s fucking mind! She kept at Dawn, feeling her body tense and relax with each alternating thrust.
Dawn became a raging fuckball of passion. She rocked back and forth in time with Tara’s strokes, each thrust growing more and more powerful.
Both hands now working together, Tara leaned her face forward to Dawn’s crotch for the coupe de grace. She opened her mouth partially, and lowered it onto Dawn’s clit. Her lips and tongue swirled and bathed Dawn’s clit, washing it roughly with softness… killing her softly….
Dawn’s head went back, her neck completely stretched out.
“Arrrgh! Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck my cunt you cunt! Yeah!” A line of spittle came out the side of her mouth.
Tara raised her head. “Squirt, bitch! Cum in my mouth bitch!” She ducked her head back down, now nibbling Dawn’s clit with her bare teeth.
Dawn exploded. Her hands flung off her legs, grasping and tearing at the sheets under her. Her pussy began to dribble. Tara moved her head from Dawn’s clit and put her mouth over her pussy hole just in time.
With a gush as strong as any ejaculation from any man, Dawn came in Tara’s mouth. A thin, tangy stream spurted out over her tongue. Tara jerked her head back an inch or so in surprise, and dove back down onto Dawn’s pussy. She pulled her fingers from Dawn’s pussy and pushed back on the back of the woman’s thighs as Dawn growled and clawed at the sheets, then at the back of Tara’s hair. She clutched Tara’s hair, yanking and pulling at it in absolute, complete, raw passion.
Tara hardly felt it. She was going to drain this babe of all she had. She feasted and sucked Dawn’s pussy like a feeding vampire, draining her of all her juice and wetness…
***
The two woman’s throes of lust was enough to put Steve over the edge, helped and encouraged by Karen, of course. He flopped down onto his back and exploded a thick jet of cum into her mouth. She swallowed as quickly as she could, but there was so much that a dribble appeared at the side of her mouth, running down Steve’s shaft and settling on his balls… she continued to suck him, nursing at his knob, draining all his cum into her belly…
Chapter 5
The rest of the evening at The G-Spot passed in a blur for both Steve and Tara. They danced with each other, and with other couples. Tara was insatiable for pussy. She went down on each woman there, sometimes bringing them to orgasm, other times just warming them up for a good fuck by one of the guys. She didn’t suck a single cock all night; and the only time she got fucked was when Dawn got her off with a vibrator.
It was so hot for Steve to watch. He didn’t have sex with anyone after Karen got him off. He decided to save his energy until they got back to their hotel.
In the back of the taxi taking them to their lodgings, they played and fondled each other the entire trip. Getting into their room, they embraced and kissed deeply. Steve guided her to the edge of the bed and pushed her trench coat down into a puddle at her feet.
He bent her over the bed and began to go down on her. He had watched what Dawn had done, and did his best to imitate her actions, twisting his wrist when he had two fingers up inside of her.
“Oh Steve, fuck me… pleeease!” she gasped.
He lifted her up onto the bed, shucked off his pants, and with a deep thrust, entered her. Christ she was tight!
With a slow rhythm, he ground into her. He cradled her face in his hands, looking into her eyes as they joined.
“So now you’re a pussy hound, hunh,” he said. The smile in his eyes and the hardness of his cock told her how much it turned him on.
“Oh my God, I didn’t realize it was so gooood!” Tara was laying back, her arms crossed above her head. He could do whatever he wanted to her tonight. She had practically ignored him all evening—she was so intoxicated by the new colors of orgasms that had run through her all evening. She raised her legs, locking her ankles behind his ass, pulling him deeper into her.
There! The velvet head of his knob brushed her deepest part, sending that lustrous tingle of pain and pleasure, sweet and sour, right up into her brain. She grasped his shoulders.
***
“Yes! Right the fuck there!” she bucked her hips up into his hammering shaft. Oh shit it hurt so fucking good…
“You’re going to eat lots of pussy now, aren’t’ you, baby?” he grunted.
“Yes! Any pussy I want!” Oh God, she felt so filthy. “I’m going to chew her clit, and suck her cunt! I’m gonna go 69 with her and lick her asshole!”
She felt his cock grow even harder inside her. Deeper and deeper he punished her fuck hole. “I wanna bite her ass and chew her titties and make her squirt all over my face!”
That did it.
With a growling hiss, Steve pulled half way out, hesitated a split second, and plunged into her. She felt her walls grow slicker as his jet of semen spilled into her. The slapping noise of their hips slapping was now highlighted by the slurpy squishes of her cum filled pussy.
His orgasm flung her over the edge. She grabbed and clawed his shoulders, feeling her belly enflame, starbursts take her away. Oh fuck it was good!
He stayed inside her and she bore down on his cock with her kegel muscles, milking it. His rhythm slowed, and he began to soften.
When he slipped out, she scooted out from under him and took his lathered shaft in her mouth. She sucked all the juices off his cock, tasting her own mixed in. Tangy. She held his softening dick reverently as she cleaned him off.
Both exhausted, they spooned and without another word, fell into a deep sleep.
***
The next week, Tara experienced the world with a new dimension.
She was lucky she was able to work from home four days a week. But her work days were a little haphazard. Looking after their son Anthony made her schedule last longer than Steve’s regular work day.
While he was able to head to the office at 8:00, and be back home by 6:00, Tara had to take Anthony to the Montessori pre-school for his half day session for 9:00. She settled into her routine by 9:30, and picked up Anthony at noon. Lunch and a one hour nap gave her four year old a burst of energy that kept her from her computer until Steve came in the door. Dinner and bed for Anthony by 7:00, and she was able to get back to her workstation in the home office until 9:00.
It made for busy days, and full weeks. She was able to catch up all of her work in a few hours on Saturday mornings while Steve and Anthony sat around in their pj’s watching cartoons and eating Cocoa Puffs straight out of the box until noon. The rest of the weekend was theirs.
She always had a planning meeting at her office on Monday mornings. Her boss accommodated her by scheduling the meeting for 10:00 a.m. instead of the usual 9:30 so she could drop off Anthony.
That Monday morning she had stopped off at the coffee shop where she alway
s picked up her morning jolt.
Joanie was behind the counter serving as usual. The word in the office was that Joanie was a lesbian. She sure looked the part. Thick bodied, with short, very short hair, her demeanor behind the counter was more mannish than feminine. Each Monday afternoon, a cute college girl would stop by and they would leave together.
There were never any overt signs of affection between them—even though it was the 21st century, people really weren’t as tolerant as they wanted other people to believe. Even so, when Joanie’s ‘friend’ showed up, she always brightened. Yeah, there was something going on between those two… wasn’t there?
At the counter, Tara found herself checking Joanie out.
Joanie was a ‘big’ girl. Not fat—more athletic type with big bones maybe. Her bustline was small, and although she had a waist, her hips and thighs stretched the jeans she was wearing. She moved deftly behind the counter, able to serve three or four customers at a time, sending them down to the cashier in a steady stream. Coffees poured, buns buttered, donuts wrapped, and all the extras thrown in as requested without missing a beat.
Tara bet she didn’t shave her pussy. All the pussy she had licked and sucked on Saturday night was either baby assed bare or else just a little landing strip left above.
She wondered what Joanie’s pussy tasted like. And whereas the women at the G-Spot had looked after themselves carefully—makeup applied just so, manicures and pedicures and so forth, not to mention hair styling—Joanie wore a scarf around her head behind the counter, and her fingernails had never seen the inside of a nail salon in her life. And not a spot of makeup—not even lipstick.
She cut her hair close to her head—it was even shorter than Steve’s, who had kept up his high and tight look ever since he had mustered out of the Marines seven years ago.
She had always been friendly to Tara in the five years when they both worked in the same building. When Tara was pregnant with Anthony, Joanie was frank with her envy.
“I’m 32 years old, and I don’t know if I’ll ever have a kid,” she had said one afternoon.
“Well, when you meet the right guy, Joanie, you never know.”
That comment was answered with a snort. Tara didn’t pursue it.
This Monday morning, though, she took her time at the counter.
On the train ride in, Tara had been sizing up every woman she saw. She felt like a guy standing on the train platform. She remembered how she was the first Monday after she and Steve started swinging. That morning she had been sizing up all the men on the train platform and during her commute in. How big were their cocks? Did they have stamina? Did they shave their balls?
This morning it was the same, but as different as Mars and Venus.
She had deliberately worn a pair of sunglasses so she could glance wherever she wanted.
The younger girls, in their late teens and early twenties were awesome eye candy. Most wore pantsuits, but there were a couple who must have worked in the tony boutiques. Those young women were dressed to impress—stiletto heels and short skirts.
It was the older, matronly looking women that piqued her interest the most. The episode between the older woman and her young stud blew apart any hesitancy about age differences. That couple made Tara realize there weren’t a lot of couples at the club in their late fifties or sixties.
But they must have a sex life, and a sex drive too, right?
She found herself lost in thought thinking of what it would be like to be with a woman so much older than her own 34 years. What sort of thoughts about sex did they have after menopause? If Dawn was any indication, post menopausal women were even hornier. They couldn’t get pregnant, and financially, they had all the security they were going to get, right?
Maybe they were even more salacious than their sensible shoes, long skirts or overcoats belied? There were so many new dishes at this smorgasbord of sex…
Now standing at the coffee counter, she was sizing up Joanie when her back was turned. What would it be like to rim her ass? Would she be the dominant, male type in bed? What would it be like to be ravished by a strong, dominant woman?
Her pussy tingled at the thought. Would Joanie command her the way Steve had the few times they role played? Would she be the tough, hard bitten bull dyke prison guard taking advantage of the wrongfully convicted inmate? Promising special favors and considerations in return for some quality time in the showers?
Her pussy tingled again.
“Hey, Earth to Tara! Here’s your breakfast hon.” Joanie was standing in front of her now, shaking the bag with her bagel and cream cheese.
“Oh! Sorry. Lost in thought I guess.” She felt her face flush as she reached for the bag.
Joanie didn’t let go right away. “What’s on your mind?”
Tara kept her eyes down. Shit, now she was red faced! “Ummm… nothing?” She tugged at the brown paper bag, but Joanie didn’t let go just yet. She looked up and their eyes stared into each other for a moment that lasted maybe three or four hours. Well, as long as it would take for the prison guard to have her way with her… Stop it!
Joanie cocked her head to the side and arched an eyebrow. With a smile, she said “Whole lot of nothing, I think.” She let go of the bag.
Taking her purchase down the length of the cafeteria counter, Tara felt Joanie’s eyes following her. Shit, she was back in high school, and the quarterback of the football team had just flirted with her! Her knees were weak.
And her pussy was on fire!
She didn’t look up until she had finished paying for her bagel and coffee. She glanced back to where Joanie was.
She stood there with her hand on the counter, leaning on it, and was staring directly at her. Jesus, she hadn’t moved an inch! Why did she have to be the last customer of the morning rush?
From about ten feet away, Joanie gave her a slight nod and a cock eyed smile.
Her tongue came out and slowly licked her lower lip.
Tara’s pussy burst into flame. Now her belly was on fire. Holy shit…
She tilted her head the same way Joanie had a moment earlier. Slowly, and staring at Joanie, she licked her own lips, top and bottom.
Joanie smiled again, and nodded. Another customer took her attention away from this cafeteria seduction, and Tara moved to the exit.
At the door, she turned again, and yes, Guard Joanie was watching her again. She smiled and tinkled a wave.
She never had before in her life, but she knew she was going to masturbate in the ladies room today.
***
That night, sitting in bed with Steve, engrossed in his copy of Sports Illustrated, she elbowed him.
“We never really talked about Saturday night, you know,” she said.
Steve’s eyes popped up from the latest story about the Dallas Cowboy’s dismal season, again. “No… we never did.”
“Why not?”
“Uhhh… it’s too big to jump into?” He closed the magazine on his lap.
She put her tablet on her nightstand. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, I didn’t want to say anything first until we both had a chance to digest it. I mean, it was a hell of a surprise you pulled on me.” He let the magazine slide to the floor as he turned on his side to look at her. “And… I thought it would end at the Body Shots thing; but that seemed to light a fuse in you, and I just wanted to give you as much space as possible.”
Light a fuse was the understatement of the year. It set off a nuclear detonation.
“Did that bother you? How much I enjoyed it?”
“Well… I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I was bothered by how strongly you came with Dawn.” He fingered the sheet on the bed. “I mean, I’ve never been able to bring that out in you.” He looked up at her.
Tara nodded. “I was worried about that. If it’s any comfort to you, it surprised the hell out of me too.”
“I’ll believe that. It sort of awakened something in you that night. You were un
stoppable. You wanted as much pussy as an 18 year old guy!” He smiled when he said it, so she knew they were going to be okay.
It gave her the courage to say what she said next.
“And it hasn’t stopped you know…” she said, brushing a lock of hair back from her forehead. She always did that when she was nervous.
“What do you mean?”
She told him about how she had spent the morning commute in to the city sizing up all the women she saw on the train, and on the walk to her office building. She told him about her encounter with Joanie, and how it fired up sexual fantasies she’d never had before.
“What sort of fantasies?”
When she told him, she saw his cock responding under the sheets. Which was a good thing.
They rarely if ever had any sex on Monday nights. Getting back into the work routine after hectic weekends usually left them too tired to generate the slightest interest. Tonight though, Tara slid her hand under the sheets and took his thickening shaft in her fist.
She got up on her knees and pushed the sheet down, stroking him.
“I had these images flashing through my head that I was in jail, and that Joanie was my guard. I was scared to death being in prison…” she eyed Steve. “They made us wear these one piece dresses, you see, with buttons down the front…. And Joanie was the guard in my section.”
Steve squirmed under her hand. This was firing him up too! She leaned over and took his cock in her mouth, wetting it. Taking her mouth away, she let a drizzle of spit fall from her mouth, coating his shaft.
“And then, one night, when all the lights were out, and I was alone in my cell, she came down and unlocked it. I tried to burrow under my blanket, pretending I was asleep, and she came in anyway….”
“Aaannd…” Steve’s eyes were bright.
“She told me if I didn’t do everything she wanted, she’d make my life tough there…” her hand continued to stroke his shaft. She gave it a squeeze, and a drop of precum rewarded the effort. She bent again and licked it from the tip.
