by Doris Joe
Never without style or a keen eye for detail, Lisa proceeded to set up the living room like a sensual oasis: a touch of lavender incense, the gentle tinkling of wind chimes from the patio, Spanish guitar playing softly on the background sound system, and bottles of scented massage oil at the ready.
When she was ready for me, I teased her about what a male fantasy the whole thing felt and looked like: standing there, as she was, in a skimpy white bikini, waiting to give her lucky charge a soothing hot oil massage!
I lay face down on the towel-covered table in my string bikini and immediately felt her gentle touch against my warm skin.
It felt heavenly: the gentle breeze, the sensual atmosphere, and Lisa’s soft touch while she gently kneading my body. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the pleasure of it. After a time, I felt Lisa's fingers undoing the clasp of my bikini top. Her touch was electric. With each passing moment, I felt more and more tingly all over my body. My feelings confused me, yet I could not deny them. She began to massage my legs. I could feel her touch moving ever so slowly higher and higher up the backs of my thighs towards my bum. The higher she climbed, the more aroused I became, and I could feel a perceptible dampness forming between my legs. My mind was racing. Was this right for me to feel this way about another woman? Was the nature of my attraction reciprocal?
Then, suddenly, I felt the tie-strings of my bikini bottoms being pulled at.
"Is it okay if I take off your bottoms?" she asked in her softest, sexiest voice.
"Yes," I whispered. I arched my back and raised my bum up slightly, allowing Lisa to strip off my last stitch of clothing. She continued slowly and sensually kneading my legs, my feet, and my arms. My state of arousal was snowballing, and I began to feel a strong impulse to kiss her. Feeling drops of warm oil on my bare bum, my heart raced in anticipation of her touch. I felt her hesitate momentarily, before placing her soft hands on my buttocks. She lovingly worked in the hot oil, and I felt drips trickle into the crack of my ass and down towards my now wet pussy.
She paid special attention to my soft, round bum; slowly and lovingly rubbing in the hot oil. I could feel her thumbs almost touch my labial lips as her hands massaged the cheeks of my ass. A soft moan escaped from my lips.
"Why don't you turn over, sweetie?" she asked. My heart was pounding as I rolled over and lay on my back. I looked up into her eyes. She sprinkled oil on my tummy and huge boobs. My saucer-sized nipples were swollen and puffy and unbelievably sensitive.
"You don't mind if I take this off, do you?" she asked as she removed her own bikini top. “I don’t want to get any oil on my bikini.” Her lovely, fecund breasts sprang free and hung heavily before me as she bent over and worked in the warm oil. When she began massaging my breasts, gently tracing circles around the swollen areola, I could resist no longer.
I reached up and placed my hand on her behind, slipping a few fingers inside the hem of her bikini bottoms. Lisa looked directly into my eyes and said, "If I was a man, I'd so want to fuck you right now. " There was a short pause before she added, "Actually, I'm a woman, and I still really want to fuck you right now. "
"Why don't you?" I answered breathlessly. She leaned over, her warm breasts pressed against mine, and searched my eyes with her own. Her gaze moved to my lips, and then she slowly, softly, kissed me. I almost came from that one kiss. It was electric, and it lasted. When it was over, Lisa took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom where we made love atop her silk sheets.
She stripped off her bikini bottoms and I saw for the first time her exquisite, neatly trimmed pussy. She lay with me and our bodies became intertwined. The feeling of another woman's body pressed against my own was new and exciting. Her soft, heavy breasts felt wonderful against my skin. I could feel her erect nipples when they brushed against me. We kissed and explored each other's bodies for what seemed like hours. It was all so tender and sensual. She teased and toyed with me, almost but never quite touching my pussy with her fingers, until I finally begged her to place her hand between my legs. When she did, I almost came once again. She kissed her way down my body one last time before tossing her long mane of black hair aside and settling in between my legs. My heart raced in anticipation of her kissing my wet, swollen pussy. When she did, I let out a breathy sigh and closed my eyes.
Being one herself, it was perhaps only natural that Lisa knew just how to pleasure another woman. She knew exactly where and how hard to touch with her fingers; where and how hard to lick with her tongue. Best of all, she knew where to find that delicious little g-spot zone just up and inside my opening. In no time at all she had me bucking my hips, arching my back and groaning wildly.
With my fingers, I opened my feminine sheath even wider to afford her greater access. The pleasure was mind-blowing. The first of many orgasms began to build in my tummy. It kept building and building until I felt like my head would explode. Finally, after inserting a few fingers and continuing to lick the nib of my clitoris, I came in a loud, writhing crescendo.
When it was over, a large wet spot on the sheets marked the occasion. We locked in an embrace and kissed and suckled each other's breasts as the tremors of my orgasm flitted through my body. We spent the remainder of that afternoon in her bed, intoxicated with each other, making love for several more hours. It was delicious, and quite unlike sex with a man; equally enjoyable, but different.
I experienced more orgasms than I could count that day, and returned the favour in kind, helping Lisa achieve just as many. Afterwards, we slept naked in each other's arms. When we awoke, we took a leisurely shower together in their marble stand-up shower. When it was time to leave, there was no post-coital feeling of guilt or regret. We hugged one last time before I left. It had been one of the very best sexual experiences of my life. Just two smitten women pleasuring each other. I positively beamed that day. Little did I know what lay ahead.
--The following week, I was slightly taken aback when Lisa told me that she'd confessed what had transpired between us to her husband. She said they had always been completely honest with each other in their marriage. I was intensely curious about his reaction, not to mention a bit worried he might have reacted in anger. Quite the contrary, as it turned out. According to Lisa, he seemed genuinely okay with it. I didn't press but wondered what that meant for Lisa and me. Had they agreed that it was only a harmless, one-time experiment? Was that for the best anyways? I had to admit I hadn't settled any of that in my own mind, either.
The next day, Lisa called again and invited me over for some cocktails, and possibly a swim in the pool or a dip in their Jacuzzi, that Saturday night. I readily accepted and asked if there was anything I could bring.
"Just that sexy new bikini you bought at my store," she replied.
She also mentioned that Cameron would be there that night and that she was looking forward to seeing him, as he'd been so busy of late. Saturday arrived and I showed up at their doorstep at about 7. It was a lovely evening: not too hot, with the sun just beginning to set. Feeling summery, I wore a short, flowy A-line dress and open-toed heels. Cameron answered the door looking particularly dishy in a crisp white dress shirt and a pair of black chinos, looking sexy and casual. He complimented me on my outfit and gave me a kiss on the cheek, making sure not to overreact to the prodigious amount of décolletage that appeared above the low cut neckline of my dress.
Lisa looked equally fabulous prancing about barefoot in a cute little cotton summer dress. The sliding doors were all pulled open at the back, and a gentle breeze flowed through their expansive living room. I was standing next to the entrance to the deck, looking at the pool, and admiring their view of the city below, when Cameron handed me a chilled, lemon drop martini. It was to be the first of several that evening, and before long, the three of us were happily ensconced in their big, fluffy living room furniture, tipsy and giggly.
Given the playfully sexual energy in the room and recent events, I suppose it was inevitable that the topic of conversation would eventuall
y land on sex. Perhaps fortified by Dutch courage from the martinis, Lisa brought up out little tryst. I think I blushed a thousand shades of red, but Cameron seemed genuinely delighted.
"Sounds like it was a zesty expression of lust between two very good friends," he said. "That's beautiful."
And with that he kissed his wife sweetly on the lips. I was quite amazed. We kept talking and talking, more and more about all things sexual, until Lisa suggested we change into our swimsuits and take a dip in either the pool or the jacuzzi while the soft light of dusk still provided its natural ambient lighting.
I grabbed my bag and headed for the spare bedroom. It had a floor-length mirror and after I put on my bikini, I gave myself a last once-over before heading back. When I got there, Lisa and Cameron were already in the jacuzzi. They both looked up at me and smiled, Lisa's eyes twinkling.
She feigned to cover her husband's eyes with her hand as I stood there. "Avert your eyes, my husband, from the deliciously fecund body that stands before you!" she said jokingly. "Aren't you the lucky one, darling?" she added, as I climbed into the jacuzzi. "Sitting in a hot tub, surrounded by a couple of gorgeous, busty women." “Even if one of them is an old lady,” I countered, cognizant of the fact that Cameron was several years younger than Lisa and thus a good two decades my junior.
The water was set at a refreshing temperature, and the swirling waters felt wonderful. All the sun, alcohol, sex talk, and semi-naked flesh had me feeling quite randy. I knew I wasn't alone in feeling that way when I noticed that Cameron was no longer feigning not to notice my huge boobs. Indeed, he happily admired his wife's ample charms as well. Lisa scooted over to sit next to me. I could tell she was feeling rather amorous by the way she was flirting and 'playing' with the two of us. First initiating a water splashing session -- I must say Cameron looked smoldering with his black hair slicked back with water -- she began tickling and groping me. Finally, she got so bold as to cup one of my bikini-clad breasts in her hands.
"My goodness, those are heavy!" she teased. Suddenly, the mood became much more erotically charged. Lisa reached over, and with her hand still touching my breast, kissed me tenderly on the cheek. Cameron volunteered to get out of the water and fix us all another drink.
I could tell through the swirling waters that he was wearing a men's box-cut swimsuit, the same cut and colour as the one worn by Daniel Craig in the James Bond movie. But I didn’t appreciate how form-fitting and revealing it was until he climbed out of the jacuzzi. His tanned physique was beautifully toned and hard, without an ounce of fat, but even more noteworthy was that the front of his swimsuit looked like it was restraining an anaconda! The front pouch looked positively over-taxed, and the bulge impossibly large. Rather taken aback by Cameron’s obvious largesse, I'm sure I had quite the wide-eyed expression on my face. Though impossible not to notice, I quickly averted my eyes when I saw him look at me. The back-facing view it must be noted was equally impressive, albeit for different reasons, and I glanced up at his tight behind as he walked inside.
My look of disbelief had not been lost on Lisa, and when Cameron was beyond earshot distance, she turned to me:
"He’s rather blessed, isn’t he?" she said wearing a devilish grin.
I giggled like a schoolgirl, blushing.
"Don't worry, sweetie, it's rather difficult to miss unless he wears surfer trunks.”
"My goodness, I didn't know they made them that big! How do you handle all that??" "You can imagine my shock the first time I saw it. I almost fainted," she giggled. "To be honest, it took me a while to get used to his size. My poor pussy and cervix took a beating. But once I did, ooh la la! I had my first vaginal orgasm with Cameron. I'd only ever had clitoral ones before that. Now I have both kinds all the time." When Cameron came back with our drinks, I had to be careful not to stare.
That last drink seemed to take me to a point of no return, inhibitions-wise. Likewise, the sexual tension in the air seemed to boil over with each passing sip. I could feel my swollen nipples protruding through the fabric of my nylon lycra bikini top.
Things truly turned a corner that evening when Lisa suggested we take off our swimsuits. As tipsy as I was, I still blushed at the proposal. That said, there was just something so reassuring and safe about the two of them that my initial panic quickly gave way to exhilaration and excitement at the thought of group nudity.
Lisa was first out of her bikini, tossing her top and bottoms next to the sunken jacuzzi. Her 34DD breasts looked so firm and beautiful. Next, but without standing up, Cameron stripped off his only restraint and set his swimsuit aside. Finally, and despite feeling my inhibitions evaporate, I somewhat demurely removed my top and bottoms as well.
"Isn't she gorgeous, Cameron?" gushed Lisa. "The ultimate boob man's fantasy." From where I was sitting, I could just make out the blurry shape of Cameron's penis. Every time I tried to get a good look, my heart started to pound. It seemed to sway to and fro like some thick, fleshy stalk, and looked to be the size of my forearm! I decided it had to be an optical illusion; the prism effect of the swirling water.
Placing one hand in mine, and the other in her husband's, Lisa drew us all into a tight circle in the centre of the hot tub, our faces close together; the chest-high water swirling around us. This time, she leaned forward and kissed me slowly and tenderly on the lips, then turning to her husband, kissed him in the same way. After a very pregnant pause, another followed as Cameron and I fixed our eyes on each other. Finally, Lisa gently pushed us together and my lips met his. It was wet and slow and hot. A protracted threesome session of kissing followed; passionate and languorous and erotic. At one point, I felt the warm and heavy flesh of Cameron's manhood brush against my hip and had to fight the overwhelming desire to touch it. As it turned out, I would not have to fight that urge for very long.
Lisa took her husband's hand and led him to the edge. "Sit up, darling," she said. "I want you to show my lovely friend just how big you really are."
My heart was racing now, for I was beyond the point of shyness and self-consciousness. I was completely absorbed in the moment; excited, full of lust, and feeling hypersexual.
Cameron grabbed the edge of the jacuzzi and hauled himself out of the water. When the huge stalk of his semi-hard manhood emerged from the water, I gasped audibly.
"Oh my goodness!" I blurted out. "I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me! I've never seen one that big before!" Indeed, I hadn't. It was enormous. Wrist-thick and incredibly strong and powerful looking, it had to be three times as long and twice as thick as my ex-husband's. I'd slept with a young man who was very well endowed while a student in university, but he was nothing compared to Cameron.
"Your cock is huge!” I observed in earnest as I looked up into Cameron's sexy bedroom eyes. It swayed and bobbed heavily as he climbed out and came to rest against his thigh with a bit of a wet slap as he sat on the edge of the jacuzzi. Lisa reached over and did her best to wrap her hand around her husband's huge, veiny appendage. Cameron’s penis was still only in a state of partial arousal, yet his wife’s hand was still too small to reach all the way around the circumference. She began to stroke it; gently pumping the immense length. Cameron lovingly ran his fingers through her beautiful black hair as she started kissing the shaft. I stood there, transfixed as Lisa opened her mouth wide and started to fellate her husband in front of me. I'd never been a part of a sexual experience like that before, and in truth had never been quite so aroused! I decided to just live in the moment, go with the flow, and see where that led me.
In no time at all, Cameron had achieved a full erection of eye-popping dimensions. His wife's sexy mouth was nowhere near big enough to accommodate much more than the head and a bit of the shaft, but she did her best. His sighs and moans suggested she still knew how to please her man, no matter how hugely endowed.
"Mmmm,” she purred. “I wanted to get Cameron personalized license plates for his birthday that read, ‘Size Queens Only’ but he wouldn't let me," she giggled
, taking a breath. "Then I thought, do I really want to advertise to all those women drivers??" She turned to me and took me by the hand, pulling me towards Cameron's parted thighs. I almost shook with excitement as she placed my hand on her husband's huge cock. I looked up at him, no doubt with a bit of a 'little girl lost' expression on my face.
His size was quite intimidating, and at that point I hadn't even considered how challenging it might be for women to accommodate him between their legs.
It felt so warm and tight and hard in my hand, not to mention enormous. Gripping it with both hands, I followed Lisa's lead and gently pumped it up and down. Lisa smiled and looked up at Cameron.
"Does that feel good, sweetie," she asked.
"Mmmm, oh yeah. Feels so good," he groaned. I took the lead and wrapped my huge tits around his cock. They were still quite slippery from the suntan lotion I'd applied earlier. Lisa and I watched enraptured as he gave my big 32JJs a good titty fucking. After several minutes, I could resist no longer and wrapped my lips around the head of his monstrous erection. I did my best to take as much of him inside my mouth as possible but had to be careful not to gag in my passion and excitement. Eventually, Cameron sat back on his hands and watched his wife and I swap his cock back and forth between her mouth and mine. Licking and sucking it like a lovely big lolly. I continued pumping the huge shaft while Lisa spat on and sucked the fat, bulbous head. Cameron threw his head back in ecstasy and alerted us to the fact that he was about to cum. Enraptured, I continued to watch during the build-up towards the crescendo.
"Mmmm, I want you to cum in my mouth, sweetie,” she panted breathlessly. “I want to swallow all your delicious seed!" Seconds later, I observed Cameron's scrotum tighten. Lisa pulled back ever so slightly so as not to gag on the eruption of thick, white cum that shot against the back of her throat. Despite her best efforts to swallow it all, a cascade of hot cum trickled down his fat stalk and over my fingers. It was the most outrageously erotic sight I'd ever seen.
