Loading...I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard the doorbell. I wrapped the towel around me and dripped to the front door. Guys are much more able to do that than girls are. We can drip, and show up at the door in only a towel from the waist down, and no one thinks it’s a come-on. If a girl does it, she’s just asking for it.
It was JoEllen, as I had hoped. I had called her on the way home and offered to spend the night with her. She had replied she had stuff to do in town, and would come to me after her errands. The timing worked out just right. I took her coat from her, put it in the closet, kissed her and ushered her into the room. I excused myself, and went to put a few clothes on. “Not too many,” she said.
“No. Help yourself to the food, dear.” I had managed to arrange a quick meal before she arrived. I got back to the dining room in time to see her eating a small sandwich. She declared herself satisfied. I said, “Then why don’t you join me in the bedroom?”
She made a little face, and said, “’bout time!”
We walked hand in hand to the bedroom. I had the lights down, and the curtains closed, and the music on low. I kissed her again in the doorway, and led her to the bed. I had on only shorts and a t-shirt, the thermostat cranked up so being naked did not mean being uncomfortable.
I helped her undress, with appropriate kisses and stops along the way. She was about 5.6 or so, about 130, with oversized tits. She was not a solid build, but sorta soft and pasty. I didn’t care much for that, but I did like her attitude: let’s fuck.
I draped her clothes — jeans, sweatshirt — on the bedroom chair. We lay on the bed, her on my left, as usual. Most of my girls let me do that my way. I liked to use my fingers to get things started, and it was better if I used my right hand for that, and that worked better if they were on my left.
We were kissing, and I had my hand in her panties, my leg over her nearest thigh, when the doorbell rang.
“Do you have to answer that?” she asked.
“I do. It could even be my son or my parents.” At this she grabbed the sheet and held it tightly to her neck. “I’ll be right back.”
I had no idea who it was, so I just put on my shorts — running shorts — with nothing underneath. I was still in my 20s then, and could get away without a shirt.
I opened the door, tentatively, to look thru the peep hole. “Hello, Bev.” It was Beverly, another fuck-buddy of mine. I had called her on the way home, too, but she had declined, saying her boyfriend Harry would be home all evening, and she did not want to leave him to be with me. “What happened? Harry have to go out?”
Bev pushed her way by me into the living room. She was a 5.2 fireball, about 105, and very nice sized tits for her frame. Her ass was lovely. She worked in a warehouse, moving stuff all day, and was in buff shape. “Yes, he had a lodge meeting, he’ll be gone til 10 or so, so I thought I would come over and keep you company.”
When I didn’t reply with enthusiasm, she stopped pulling off gloves and scarf, and looked at me. Pause. “You have company.” I did not reply, confirming her assertion. “Really!”
“This can’t come as a surprise, Bev,” I said.
“No, no surprise, just a pleasant opportunity!” She headed for the bedroom, me in hot pursuit. Since the bedroom door was down a hallway, I had not closed it. Beverly stopped in the doorway, and looked toward the bed. I was behind her and could not see Jo in the bed. Bev looked back at me, and said, “Well! You do have good taste!”
“Bev! Do you mind?”
Beverly, in her best 1950s impression of Bette Davis, waltzed into the bedroom, and introduced herself to Jo. “Hi, I’m Beverly, another of his regular ‘dates.'”
Jo was pissed. I was apprehensive. Jo asked, sheet still held to her chin, “Was this planned? Is this a setup?”
Bev and I both said, “NO!” at nearly the same time. I decided I better explain the best I could before I wound up not getting ANY that night. “I called Bev before I called you, on the way home. Nothing unusual there. Some days, I call you first, like when I know the boys are with their father. Some days I call Bev first, like when I know Harry is working late.” It was true. There were also several others I called regularly. Let’s hope THEY didn’t decide to show up without calling, too.
“Bev, why did you not call first? I would have told you not to come by.”
“Maybe that is why I didn’t call. Look, I don’t care about ‘catching’ you… we don’t mean that much to each other. But I thought I’d come by for a quickie. I didn’t really think you would have company.”
She turned to JoEllen. “I will leave, uh…” She turned to me, eyebrows raised.
“Oh,” I said, “Jo, this is Beverly, Beverly, this is Jo.”
Bev nodded at me, and said, “Jo, I will leave if you want, but it occurs to me we could all have a good time together if you wanted. It can’t come as a big surprise to you either that he has more than one girlfriend. I know it does not surprise me!”
Jo had calmed down, but was not talking. After a moment, Bev turned to me and said, “Well, too bad. Maybe some other time.”
She turned to leave, and just as she got to the door, Jo said, “How long have you known him?”
Bev stopped and looked back, thinking. “Three years, now…you?”
“About six months.”
Bev nodded again, and said, “He has never said anything to me about you. Or any of his girlfriends. I bet he has not mentioned me to you, either.”
Jo shook her head, confirming that I was not that kind of cad, at least.
She seemed to think of another question, and went ahead and asked. “Where did you meet?”
Now, I did not know what she was driving at, but I did not want her to know at this moment, now that she was at least talking to Bev, that Bev and I had met thru a swinger’s newsletter. I had called a number on a list, and Harry had answered, and screened me, and then let me talk to Bev. We had been going out, or more correctly, staying in, ever since. So, I jumped in with a fantasy that Bev would find familiar, and be able to make our own, convincingly.
“Bev and Harry came into that pizza place next to Sears one night. I was sitting with my back to a wall, alone, reading and eating. They were seated near me at a table. I nodded to her since she was sitting facing me. She made no reply at the time.”
I could see that Bev knew where I was going… she apparently remembered the story. “When Harry got up to go to the bathroom, even before the waitress had their order, I looked over and she was flashing me.” As I spoke, I quickly ducked out the doorway, up the hall to the living room, past the kitchen and into the dining room, grabbed a chair and hotfooted it back to the bedroom. All was as I had left it, seconds before.
I looked at Jo. “Flashing you? What does that mean?”
I looked back at Bev, who picked it up on cue. “He means I had spread my knees, so he could see up my skirt.” I set the chair down at the foot of the bed, as an audience might be seated before a stage.
“Oh,” Jo said. I could see her puzzling out this way of getting someone’s attention. Not for her, no doubt, but she could see how it could work for some people!
I picked up the narrative. “I made no secret that I was looking up her skirt. It was pretty obvious even in the darkened room that she had nothing on underneath the skirt. I could see no white stripe, no hose, nothing.”
Bev smiled. “So, for the next 45 minutes, while we ordered, ate, and talked, I drove him crazy. I flashed him, once I even reached between my legs and touched myself, quickly. I moved to the edge of the seat and rubbed against it. He was nuts.”
“It’s true, I was. Finally, Harry went to the head again, and I took out a business card, held it up and inquired with my eyes if she wanted it. She nodded. I rose and left quickly, dropping the card onto the table next to her. I figured, nothing ventured, nothing gained. She called me the next day, and the next Friday we went out. Have been since.”
Jo looked satisfied at the story, nodding slowly, taking it in. Bev asked, “What about you?” Jo looked at me, and I said, “Well, you know, Bev, I can read upside down as fast as most people can right-side up, right?” Bev nodded. “Well, we were at the same service station, and Jo was paying for some repairs to her car, with a check. I was waiting in line, and I saw her write the check. I read her phone number from it, and as soon as I got home, I called her. We went out to dinner that night, and we see each other a couple of times a month, now.”
Bev chewed her thumbnail. “Can I ask one, now?” Jo looked at her without answer, which of course, Bev took to mean ‘SURE!’
“How long before you two did it?” I turned to Jo, blushing more than any dark-haired girl should be able to. But before I could say – too much information! — Jo blurted out, “That night.” I was surprised she had given up the information that quickly. Then she asked, “What about you two?”
Bev looked at me and said, “We could not leave that restaurant that Friday night quickly enough. I have a feeling that, if the pizza place we met had a back room, or just fewer people there, we would have done it within five minutes of when we met.” This was true. I had met her in a donut shop at 10am. By 11am we were getting dressed for the rest of the day, having done it twice, despite having to drive 10 miles to get to my place. True enough.
Jo said, “So, you fuck Beverly on Wednesdays, when you and I are not together, you fuck me on Tuesdays and Thursdays, who do you fuck on the weekends?”
“How important is that to continuing this discussion?” I asked. I got no answer from either of them. Bev finally said, “I have not worried about who else he might be with. I certainly never wanted to cramp his speed.”
Jo nodded again. She seemed to be at rest with the situation, for which I was glad. Good fuck-buddies were hard to come by, and she and Bev were two of my favorites.
Bev asked, “I’m curious, now. Just how far along were you two when I rang the door?” I sighed. This was so typically Beverly. I started to say, ‘None of your business,’ when she answered her own question, aloud: “No, you weren’t fucking yet.” She looked at me. “You would never leave a nice warm pussy just to see who was at the door.” I looked chagrinned, I’m sure, at how closely she had me pegged.
Jo giggled, and said, “No, he wouldn’t leave pussy of ANY kind to answer the door.” They both laughed, I tried to look embarrassed, instead of simply cluelessly male.
Jo said, “Just so you know, up front, I am NOT into threesomes, groups, or anything like that.”
Before I could answer, Bev said, “It’s ok. I am the intruder here, and I will leave if you want.” I was glad she said that. Saved me from having to point that out to her.
Jo said, after a moment, “No, it’s ok. It’s just that I’ve never done anything like group anything before, and I did not expect to tonight, either.” She looked at Bev. “You and I do not touch. Is that ok?”
She had been forceful enough. Even though I knew that Bev had plenty of experience in 3s and 4s and Mores, I knew she would go along with Jo’s rules, which she did: “Ok, fine with me.” A moment, then, “Ok, what DO you want to do?” When I started to answer, she held up a hand, “Not you, dumbass, we both KNOW what you wanna do, and most likely you’ll get laid. I was asking Jo what she would be comfortable with.” As long as there was a moderator, I was content to let her run things.
Jo thought a moment, and said, “I would like to watch you two do it. I’ve never seen people fuck before.” I had to consciously keep the smile off my face! I looked at Bev a moment in a decided non-smirk, and said to Jo, “Ok, we’ll see if we can accommodate you!” She smiled, both at me and at Bev. I leaned to kiss her, intending more, but she pushed against my chest. “For this, mister, you are gonna pay.”
I looked at her, dumbly, I’m sure, wondering what she meant. “I mean,” she said, “you will take us both out to dinner, separately, to an expensive restaurant, and make us both feel like we are queens. Ok, Bev?” Bev smiled at the terms, and said, “Sure!”
What could I do but agree. I smiled and nodded, and said, “Agreed. Happily.”
Bev said, “He’ll do it, too. I haven’t known him to welsh on a deal.” Before that could lead to another round of ‘how do you know that?’ I jumped in and kissed Jo, then leaned to the far end of the bed and kissed Bev. I realized in that moment both how lucky I was, and how much of a tightrope I was walking.
“Before we …uh…start? Would anyone like something to drink?”
Jo said, “Ice water, please.” And Bev nodded agreement. I left quickly, determined not to miss any of this discussion. Glasses, ice, water, napkins, quick! I high-stepped back down the hall. When I reached the door, I saw that Bev had moved to take off her jeans, and was now dressed only in a blue sweater and panties. The high heat thing was paying off — she even had her socks off. She sat in the chair, and propped her feet up on the edge of the bed.
I sat on the bed, next to Jo. Something about dancing with the girl that brung you. “I thought Jo would be more comfortable not being the only undressed woman in the room.” I tipped my glass at her, thinking that she was right. I still had on my jogging shorts, with nothing else.
Jo said, “As popular as you make him out to be, it’s a wonder this does not happen more often, I guess.”
Bev sipped and smiled, “He’s never had to answer the door when we were in bed, but he has answered the phone! While we were DOING it!”
I had to blush again, and started to explain. “May I remind you…”
Bev interrupted, “Yeah yeah, yeah, we know.. you’re on ‘call’ and have to answer the phone.” She sipped her water. “But while you’re inside me?”
There was nothing I could say. Jo ‘helped.’ “He answered once when we were doing it, too. He was close, but not close enough he couldn’t find the phone and say, ‘hello’ in a strained voice. I often wondered if the girl on the other end figured out what he was doing.”
Bev smiled, and said, “What, uh… how… uh, how were you, uh, positioned? At the time?”
Jo said, matter of factly, “Missionary.”
Bev said, “When he answered the phone while he was fucking me, we were doing it doggy style.”
This was more or less true. We had called a couple in Iowa one night, all pre-arranged. We had started fucking while they did, and we could all hear each other. The moment that Bev was thinking of must have been when she had one phone to her ear, while we were fucking doggy style, and I had another handset to my ear, listening intently to Don and Shirley fucking on the other end of the phone. So, strictly speaking, it had happened like she said: I had fucked her doggy style with a phone to my ear. This was not the time to elaborate.
But it did open up a new subject in Jo’s mind. She said, “He says that is a favorite way of his, but I prefer being able to see his face. I like missionary or me on top.”
Bev nodded, and took another sip. “Yeah, but sometimes, the second or third time, he needs to go faster, and doing it doggy style seems to help him with that.”
Jo nodded, thinking back. She and I had only once done it twice in a night. I could nearly see her comparing herself to Bev, which I did not want. Bev may have sensed the same thing, “Speaking of phones, he’s pretty good with one no matter what he’s doing at the time.”
I remained still, wondering what Jo would think of that sentiment. “I don’t get it,” she finally said.
Bev jumped in to elaborate. “I mean he’s pretty good at phone sex.” I could see confusion on Jo’s face. Bev was sorry now she had brought it up, but went gamely on. “I mean when he has phone sex… he talks a good fuck.”
As though that had cleared it all up. She reached for her ice water.
Jo’s face suddenly lit up as though she had a light bulb in it. “OOOO! I get it.” Then she turned dark red, covering her face with her hands. I said, “Jo, it’s ok, it’s just not something you’re interested in.” I gently pulled her hands away from her face. She looked up shyly at me, “Have you ever wanted to do that with me?”
I saw no reason to lie about it, “Yes, I have! It never seemed it would be something you would like. We can do that if you want!”
She lowered her hands, putting the idea away for another time, but something else for her to think about. The she thought of a question for me: “How much do you…” She could not finish.
“What?” I said. “Have phone sex with Beverly?”
“Well, no.. well that, too, but… how often do you… jack off?”
Now it was my turn to blush. I was liking this discussion as long as it was turned away from me, but this was close to home. “Uh,” I began. Of course, Beverly jumped into the breach. “He does it 3 or 4 times a night, usually.”
“Thank you very much Ms Smarty-pants!” I knew it had not hurt the discussion any for Jo to know that, but as I looked back at her, she seemed alarmed! “Three or four? Alone? Then why do we only do it once?”
I could flatter her by saying once with her was like 4 times alone, which was nearly true.. I would much rather fuck then jack off, but that was not always possible. And I was not sure what she would believe. Bev had gotten me into this, she could get me out. “He most likely would rather fuck you than be alone. He and I have phone-fucked three times in a night when we could not be together, but usually he prefers to be with someone. Me, You, someone.”
This seemed to satisfy her, until she thought of another question. “Goodness, doesn’t that…you know… hurt?”
Bev caught on, right away, and laughed out loud. She was really getting into educating my ‘newer’ girlfriend on all my foibles. “No, because he does not do that with his hand! He has a machine.”
I had not thought it was possible for Jo’s eyes to get larger. I was wrong.
I don’t know what kind of machine she was thinking of, but Bev assured her quickly. “It’s a vibrator, with a bell-shaped attachment. He’s been using it for years. I’m surprised he has not shown it to you.”
“Ok, this is enough show and tell,” I said, “especially when what you are telling is not your own!”
Bev said quickly, “Then I’ll show!” and reached to her shirt-tails and stripped off her top. She sat in matching panties and bra, a lovely blue color. She propped her feet up on the edge of the bed, again, and quickly ran her hand along the outside of her panties.
Jo looked at me, “Ok, I guess that is enough questions for now.” She reached for me, and I moved to her, doing my best to serve one girl at a time. I kissed her, eagerly, and replaced my hand where it had been what seemed like an hour before — down the front of her panties. I wanted to elicit a moan from her, and as soon as I parted her lips and slipped a finger between them, pressing closer to her clit-flesh, I was rewarded with a deep sigh. It was what she wanted, too.
Somehow, the covers began slipping off the bed, onto the floor. Soon we were exposed to Bev. As I sucked on Jo’s nipple, I glanced backward past my shoulder and saw she had removed her bra, now, and was teasing her nipples. I sucked harder on Jo’s nipple, biting her gently. One of the drawbacks to having a dozen fuck-buddies was having to remember each of their quirks, eccentricities. Bev liked to be bitten nearly to the point of drawing blood. She liked to have her ass played with, sometimes hard. Jo like none of that. It was only the 5th or 6th time we had fucked that she had even let me eat her, and she was still not entirely comfortable with it, though I never asked for reciprocity.
I moved my hand away from her cunt, pulling on her panties. She lifted her ass to let them slide off her backside, and I pulled them all the way off. I glanced at Bev, who was still wearing her panties. She stood quickly and shucked them, sitting back down and propping her feet back up on the bed.
I knew it would bother me til I fixed it. I said quickly to Jo, “Just a second, I have to get something so that chair is not so cold for Bev, ok?” She nodded, and I bounced off the bed, ran to the closet, and grabbed a quilt. I brought it back, and handed it to Bev, and went back to the bed. I was sure she would not use it to cover up! I could even see a small sheen of perspiration on her brow.
I quickly lay down next to Jo, again, and resumed my position: left arm underneath her back, hand more or less free to caress her side, back and arm, my right arm trailing down her middle, hand angling toward her pussy. I rubbed her tummy and thighs, moving slowly toward her best places. She reached to me, and kissed me eagerly, not missing the blanket. I guess she had gotten more or less comfortable with her bare skin in front of Bev.
I glanced up to Bev, to see her slumping forward in the chair, pussy on the edge of the seat, accessible when the time was right. I winked at her and went back to concentrating on the girl in front of me. I moved my hand to Jo’s pussy, and rubbed lightly on the outside of her lips, then added more pressure to part them, and rubbed lightly on the inside, circling her clit. As I did, she forgot what else she might have been doing, and sighed deeply, breathing into me. I reveled in the slickness of her inside lips, and slowly added more pressure to her skin, rubbing closer and closer to her clit. When I finally touched it, she tensed and pulled herself into me more closely.
I gently went round and round her clit. I slipped a finger inside, and was rewarded with another sigh. I carefully placed the pad of my thumb directly onto her clit, and began to rub circles on it, while teasing the inside of her pussy with my finger. She began to move her hips, grinding them onto my finger. I added a second finger, and began to rub the inside walls of her cunt, toward the front. I had never determined for sure that she had a G-spot, but I was still going to treat her as if this motion felt good to her.
It seemed to. She gasped and then moved her hips even more, grinding and pushing back at my hand between her legs. I reached my left hand from beneath her and rubbed her nipple while we kissed. My thumb was still doing a tattoo on her clit. I felt her hand on mine, pressing me even harder onto her clit. Her legs tensed, squeezing my hand tightly between her thighs.
“Ahhuhhh,” she gasped, arching her back slightly, for a few seconds. I made sure not to break contact with her clit. I pressed harder, but stopped moving my thumb round and round on it, and finally she settled back onto the bed. For a few moments, she did not open her eyes. When she did, she looked right into mine, and said, “O, my goodness.”
I smiled at her, and kissed her again, her tongue seeking mine. I found myself pressing harder against her, my dick rubbing against the outside of her thigh. She responded by reaching her right hand to me, and taking me into her palm. I moved back slightly to allow her access. It felt soooo good to have her holding me. She squeezed me rhythmically, as though she was keeping time to some dance band only she could hear for the moment.
I whispered into her ear, “Ready to fuck?” She nodded, and moved her legs apart. I moved my hand away from her pussy, and knelt up on one knee. As I started to cover her, I realized something.
“Uh, Jo?”
“Yes?”
“It just occurred to me… uh… if you and I do it just plain missionary? This bed is pretty soft, and you will pretty much sink into it. What I mean is, if that happens, Bev wont be able to see much of anything except my big ass going up and down.”
Jo thought a moment and came to the conclusion I had hoped: “Then let me get on top.” I nodded, and lay back on the bed. Jo raised up and straddled me, never relinquishing her hold on my dick. She positioned herself over me, and slowly slipped me inside, and moved down and down and down, until I was all the way inside her.
O! It was heaven! Jo’s pussy was not nearly as tight as Bev’s, but she loved to be on top, and would move back and forth instead of just up and down, and that motion made up for a lot of the tightness that was not there. Sure enough, she began to move sweetly from front to back, expecting me to meet her movements with strokes of my own. I would be all the way inside her at the front of her movement, and then again at the back of her movement. This was a great way to fuck.
I looked into her eyes. She was seeking some assurance she was doing the right thing. I don’t know what my face looked like, but I made all the right noises, all the right words to make sure she knew I was happy with what she was doing.
In the meantime, I was looking for signs from her that she was seeking another orgasm. If she was just working for me, I would see her jaw set as she watched my face for clues. If she was working for herself too, then I should see closed eyes, a slack mouth, and concentration turned inward. Sure enough, her eyes were closed, and her thoughts seemed to be self-centered.
I continued our exercise, fucking into her up and down while she moved back and forth. I could feel the beginnings of my own release, and like most anyone in that position, I did not want to stop now. The bottom of my dick was rubbing hard against the back wall of her cunt. I looked at her face, and saw her eyes open slightly, briefly, as she gauged her own reactions. She began to slump toward me. I encouraged her to move closer by holding her, pulling her toward me with my hands at her back. When she had moved far enough forward to be laying right on top of me, she changed her motion to more up and down, and that finished me off. I could feel her legs tense again in her own orgasm, her pussy pulsing around my dick as I pumped cum into her, feeling like the top of the world.
She held me close. I could not remember when she had managed to get her hands around my back, but she held me close to her with a tight grip. My dick surged in her, tickling her insides. I got a chuckle from that.
Then I remembered the other person in the room, as I heard hard breaths coming from the chair at the foot of the bed. I did not try to dislodge Jo to be able to see Beverly, but we could both hear her. I realized her foot was against my calf at the end of the bed. I did not say anything, but looked into Jo’s eyes. I could see the curiosity on her face, but she just kissed me as we listened to the end of Bev’s efforts, apparently having resulted in a satisfying orgasm of her own.
I kissed Jo once again, and without saying anything she moved off me, to the right. Bev was to our left at the foot of the bed, feet up on the edge of the bed, fingers busy at her clit. I know it must have been the first time Jo had ever seen another woman jilling off, or coming, for that matter.
Without a word, she sat up on the side of the bed, stood and announced she was going to the bathroom and would be right back. “Ok,” I said. I watched her ass retreat from the room before I looked at Bev’s face. “Hi,” I said. She smiled. I listened for the water to run, or the door to close to the bathroom, and did not hear it. I motioned to Bev that she should not speak freely quite yet, and she acknowledged it with a sleepy smile.
“You gonna need me, after all?” I asked, smiling.
“You just got laid. You gonna wanna fuck me?”
“Fair point,” I said. “And yes, I wanna fuck you.” At that moment I finally heard the bathroom door close. I didn’t know if Jo had stopped to listen to see if there had been anything to hear, but I didn’t care right then, either. I heard the water begin, and smiled at Bev. I even took my now deflated dick in my hand and gave it a stroke or two, just to show her I was very interested, but it would be a few minutes before she and I could begin. At that moment, it seemed more than ok with her, since she was sated for the time being, herself.
In just a few minutes, Jo came back in the room, carrying a towel from the bathroom. Another of my ‘regulars’ had a thing for bathroom linens, and kept me supplied with all manner of towels, cloths, bathmats, etc. Jo was obviously trying to ‘hide’ behind the towel, but at least she did not start trying to find her clothes. I stood and kissed her, and said I would be right back, that I was going to take a quick shower. Her eyebrows raised in question, and I just said, “It seems only the polite thing to do, dear. I’m certainly going to take one before you and I fuck again!” Without giving her a chance to comment on my presumption, I left. I hurried to the bathroom, started the shower, and impatiently waited for it to warm up. I did not know how well the discussion or simply the aggregation of all that fucking talent in the other room might be going, so I wanted to be back in there, to head off areas of discussion that might be troublesome, or just because there were two women in the other room that liked to fuck me. Where else would I want to be?
I wore only a towel back into the bedroom. I was encouraged coming down the hall to hear laughter from the bedroom. I only hoped the laughter was not engendered by comparing my performance, either with them or their other lovers.
I turned the corner into the bedroom, and was welcomed by a sight that any healthy male would love: Jo was still on the bed, towel displaced, breasts showing, legs splayed; Bev was still on the chair, nude, feet still propped up on the bed, the picture of comfort. I sat on the bed on my usual spot.
“I heard laughter. I hope it was not caused by my poor efforts to please?”
They both laughed at that. “No,” Jo said, “we were just finding out that we like some of the same things and shop at the same stores.” I nodded at that. Both of these ladies knew it would be a few minutes before I could be ready to go again, but I was ready to start anytime, and let my dick catch up when it could!
Jo said, “We did do one comparison, sorta.”
“O good,” I said, “Can’t wait to hear about that.”
“No,” Bev said, “It’s a good thing. We were talking about why we hang out with you.” She looked at Jo, who took up the story. “We decided it’s cause you are smart, polite, and most of all, funny.”
I could not be too disappointed at that list. I might have wished for ‘well hung’ and ‘great lover’ but the list got me pretty much what I wanted, anyway. “Oh?” I said, “nothing about how I love to make you come?”
Bev said, “Oh, that is part of it. We know you like that a lot, and it counts. But mostly you just like being a part of all this, and love women. We can get that.” I nodded. She was right. I loved women, all shapes and sizes.
“We had gotten far enough along that we were talking about embarrassing moments,” Bev said. “I told her about the time the cop pulled up behind us when we were parked on Salem Road.”
I shook my head. “I was sure we were gonna be hauled in that night. The cop knew what he was doing, though. He even gave us enough time to get dressed before he came up to the door.”
“Yes, and then just wanted us to find somewhere else to do it.”
Jo asked, “You didn’t have an apartment then?”
“I did,” I said, “but it was too far away. This one,” I tilted my head toward Bev, “wanted to fuck right NOW, and nothing else would do. I’m a guy. I went along!” This got me a laugh, too.
“You two have certainly been adventurous. All he and I have ever done is fuck, in bed. This is the most far out thing I’ve ever tried, having someone else in the room with me. I’ve never done that before.”
“This is a first for me, too,” I said. It was true. Every other time there had been other people there, we all fucked at the same time, or all together. Not one at a time, like this was turning out to be.
Bev said, “I have done stuff like this before, and I like it. I didn’t plan this tonight, but it is working out very nicely.” She smiled and sipped her water again.
I asked, “Bev, what would you have been doing if you had stayed home?”
She thought a moment and said, frankly, “I would have waited til Harry left, and then gone to the bedroom and jilled off. I got that new toy I told you about, and it’s a LOT of fun! But this is MUCH better.”
I could see that Jo was curious. And sure enough, she had to ask, “What kind of toy, and what is jilling off? I heard you say that before, but don’t know what that is.”
I felt sure enough of myself and my place to interpret for her: “It’s the female equivalent of ‘jacking off,’ dear. Masturbation, spanking the monkey, whipping skippy, etc.”
Her eyes got big. This was another topic about which she had not spoken very much, at least, not to me. As much as she like to fuck, I could not see her being dormant the rest of the time, between me and her truck driver.
Bev of course jumped into the conversational vacuum: “I’ve been doing that since I was 12 or so. Sometimes it’s the most satisfying sex there is.”
“Well, thank you very much!” I huffed. She laughed and said, “You know what I mean. Hell, you do it more than either of us!” This was probably true.
Jo perked up a second, “Yes, I wanted to ask you about that. Beverly said you use a machine?” I nodded. “Well, I’d like to see it.”
I looked ruefully at Bev, but reached under my side of the bed where it is kept, and pulled out my trusty white vibrator, a simple coil type, plugged into the wall behind the bed. I clicked the switch on and off a couple of times she Jo could hear the vibrations, and started to lay it back down. She had questions, though.
“That bell shaped thing, fits over the head?”
I said, “Yes.”
“How long have you been using that?”
“I have had this one for about a year. I found out about these when I was only 13 or 14. It saves a lot of wear and tear on the skin of a dick,” I said, matter of factly.
She nodded, reaching for it. I handed it to her. She flipped on the switch, and pressed it to her thigh. “Hmmm,” she said. I wondered if she would move it to her pussy, but she asked instead, “Ever used this while you were fucking?”
I could not help but glance at Bev, which told Jo all she needed to know. She added, “I see. I can see how this would feel great, fucking or not.”
“It’s the reason I can come two or three times a night.” She nodded, and of course, Bev had been silent long enough. “You should try it, Jo.”
Jo looked at her, and handed the machine back to me. “Maybe I will, sometime.” Her curiosity was at an end on the subject, for now.
I was feeling ready, again, and I said, “Well, if you wanna watch some actual sex, it’s about time, I think.” She looked at me, and stood on the far side of the bed. Bev got up and moved to the foot of the bed, vacating the chair. Bev reached for me, and I took her into my arms. I saw Jo move to the chair. She sat much more demurely than Bev had.
But Bev and Jo were different. Fucking Jo was like… well… a walk in the park to the ice cream store. Fucking Bev was like a bare-knuckle fight to the finish, rough, hard, with winners and losers. I’ll try to show you what I mean.
I lay back on the bed, and took her into my arms. I saw that Jo stayed naked, which I had worried about. I had not been able to gauge the depth of her interest, and I knew she was not a big fan of jilling, so I did not know what she would do while Bev and I were fucking. Unlike Bev, in whom I would have been disappointed had she not jilled off, as I expected.
Bev kissed me deeply a couple of times. Everyone has a basic pattern to everyday things, even special everyday things, like fucking. Jo and I would play, mostly me with her, until she was ready, and then fuck, usually missionary. With Bev it was more like a skirmish before the main event. She forced my legs apart with her thigh, pressing her leg into my balls, without hurting me at all. Her hands were busy with my chest, my sides, my back, my neck. She moved to may more on top of me, rubbing my dick with her belly. I could feel her tits on my stomach as she tongued her way down to my dick. She quickly took me in her mouth, but only for a few seconds, sort of like a promise of more to come.
I sat up and reached to her bottom, hooking a finger inside her thigh, and pulling her to me. She accommodated me, knee-walking her ass and legs toward me while she wrapped a hand around my dick and prepared to straddle my face with her legs. I did not let up pressure on her thigh until she was sitting over me, ready to put her pussy on my mouth. Knowing her, if I had, she would have easily defeated my purpose, and never let me get my mouth onto her pussy. She settled over me, and slowly moved her lovely pussy to my face. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and pulled her toward me. I had no idea what Jo might be thinking of all this. She and I have never ’69-ed’.
I stopped worrying about what Jo might be thinking, and concentrated on the lovely sight in front of me. Bev’s pussy was red, inflamed from her earlier exertions, still aroused. I moved my fingers to her lips, to spread them out more easily, and looked into her pussy. I decided to tongue fuck her as long as she would let me, and placed my chin on her clit, and slipped my tongue inside her, fucking in and out easily as her slickness enveloped my tongue.
I heard an “O!” from somewhere, but did not stop to see if it was Jo or Bev. I felt Bev take me into her mouth, as we had done a hundred times, and felt her continue to have her hand wrapped around me, while she jacked up and down as she sucked on the tip.
Here was the game: whoever could make the other person forget what they were doing, won. If I could pleasure her sufficiently that I managed to distract her from sucking on me, by eating her, or fingering her, or getting her closer to orgasm, then I won, even if only for a moment. If she could make me feel so good that I had to stop what I was doing in order to gasp out my pleasure, then she won. Victories were precious, if only momentary.
I circled her anus with my fingers while I ate her clit. I was not tender about it, either. She loved it hard, and I gave it to her the best I could, first one finger on the outside, then inside, not too far, yet. I fucked her with my tongue, in and out, listening for her breathy gasps, feeling for her mouth on me, her having to stop for a moment to feel what I was doing for her. Both happened over the course of the next few minutes, as we feverishly did our best to please each other. Once she slid her tongue over the head of my dick, causing such exquisite pleasure I had to snap my head back onto the bed, leaving her cunt exposed. “Uhhh,” was all I could say, but it was enough for her to know she had another win, at least for a moment. I attacked her cunt again, pulling her clit into my mouth hard, and biting down as much as I dared. She had never told me I bit her hard enough, and that was not likely this time, either, since I did not want to make her cry out.
Suddenly she took me out of her mouth. I wondered, ‘what now?’ until I felt her stretch out toward the end of the bed. She was reaching into her bag for something, and I thought I knew what it was. I only hoped we were not about to shock Jo so much she lost her appetite for even this marginal form of group sex.
Sure enough, I felt Bev’s arm along my side, reaching to hand me something. I met her grasp, and took the toy from her. She had fetched an 8-inch vibrator from her bag, and I knew where she wanted it used. But first, I wanted some lubrication on it, and experience told me that her pussy juice would not be enough. She would have to trust me, and let me guide our movements for a few minutes.
I slowly tilted to my left, toward my nightstand. Bev got the message, and moved with me, the two of us finally ending up still in 69, but on our sides. I arranged my leg so she had a nice place to put her head, resting comfortably on my thigh, my dick still in her mouth. I moved my right arm, now uppermost in this configuration, and Bev, again from experience, quickly moved her thigh tightly up against her body, letting me free my arm from around her thigh, and have it back out from under her leg. This widely spread her ass and pussy, and her leg cocked up like that left quite a sight to see.
I reached the best I could to the nightstand drawer, getting it open, and fumbling in it for the Astro-glide. Now, getting some onto the toy without pouring it all over the bed clothes was a challenge. And I got some completely unexpected help.
Jo’s face appeared over Bev’s ass. She had stood to see what I was digging for in the drawer. She put the towel down on the bed behind Bev, and took the toy and bottle from me. She expertly tipped it up and poured just the right amount onto the tip, turning it so it spread around. She handed it back to me, and winked. I placed the edge of my hand on Bev’s ass, and pressed down so I could begin to spread her cheeks. Bev’s manicured nails and fingers replaced my hand, and she pressed hard to spread herself for me. She wanted the vibe in her ass, and I was going to accommodate her. I was again surprised to see Bev’s red nails and short fingers replaced by Jo’s undecorated nails. Bev withdrew her hand and wrapped it back around my dick. Jo helped me spread Bev’s cheeks so I could get the vibe started in her ass!
I rubbed the tip of it along her asshole, teasing gently and slowly. Jo held the tension on Bev’s ass cheek, keeping my access open so I could see where it needed to go. I finally placed the tip directly on the tiny opening, and pressed gently. It quickly began to disappear inside her, and I again was rewarded by feeling her stop what she was doing to administer to my cock. She waited, I moved farther and farther into her, the vibe disappearing slowly as she enjoyed the feelings.
Just to let me know she was still in the game, she pressed suddenly, pushing the vibe out half the distance I had gained. I stopped it quickly, and pressed it back into her, showing her silently that I was paying attention to her, and that I would get the toy into her, no matter what. I kept pressing.
I looked up and saw that Jo was still watching intently, wondering what all this felt like. I saw her hand go to her pussy, and administer a few strokes between her legs. To me, that felt almost as good as what Bev was doing to my dick at the moment, having it all in her mouth, sucking hard and playing with my balls.
She grunted again as I moved the smallish vibrator all the way into her ass. Here was another challenge: getting it turned on to vibrate. I had managed in the past to do it with one hand, but it was hard. The bottom plate turned as the rest of the vibe held still, and it really took two hands. Jo again came to the rescue. She saw what I was trying to do, and I held the barrel of the vibe still as she twisted the base, turning the machine on to just the right level. Another gasp from Bev, and she stopped altogether trying to eat me.
I attacked her clit and pussy again, wanting her to feel all the pleasure I could give her. I saw Jo’s shadow move away, back toward the chair at the foot of the bed. I moved the vibe in and out of Bev’s ass, varying the speed and thrusts, all the while sucking her clit into my mouth and putting as much pressure on it as I could, couching my teeth in my lips, and pressing down hard, sucking on it, drawing all the blood I could to the region, doing my best to get Bev to the point she would have to come, no matter what.
I would be able to feel that for sure, with my head right between those powerful thighs of hers, my mouth right on the source of all her pleasure spots. I kept up fucking her pussy with my tongue, alternating that with sucking on her clit…
I felt the moment her orgasm began. Her legs tensed around my head, her thighs tightened, squeezing me tighter. Her pussy pushed back at me, insistent. Her rhythm was unmistakable, and with only a few more strokes, her completion was upon her. She let go of my dick, and pressed her hand under me, pulling me to her ever more tightly. I felt her face lay on my belly, pressing into me hard as she let wave after wave wash over her, her pussy pressing into me as hard as it could.
“Uhhhh…ooo” was the best she could say. She was lost in the ultimate pleasure, her brain, her entire body suffused with pleasure, taken to the heights. Finally her legs relaxed, her head moved, and her hands went back to work. “You fucker,” was all she said. She stroked my dick as she moved her legs, disentangling herself from her perch over my face. She turned to me and kissed me hard, her juice still on my face. It was one of her favorite things.
“I heard you making all that noise, Bev… did I hurt you?” The vibe was still in her ass, buzzing away. Her eyelids were heavy. She put her hand behind my head and pulled me closer, kissing me harder. I felt her tighten her abdominal muscles and force the vibe out onto the bed. She reached for it and set it on the nightstand. She turned to me with a look in her eye.
“How do you want to fuck, you son of a bitch?” she hissed at me.
“However you want it, you tight little cunt!” I replied. She was still resting, but I felt her head against my shoulder nod as she breathed. I thought it might be an ok time to hit the head quickly, before we started. There were too many times when pressure of a urinary nature had precluded pleasure of an ejaculatory nature. I did not want that to happen this time. I had managed to come just fine with Jo. I didn’t want a session with Bev to end any differently. Especially if I wanted to fuck Jo again.
I kissed her head, and moved out from beneath her, to small protests. “I’ll be right back… don’t sleep just yet, ok?”
She laughed deep in her throat. I looked at Jo, sitting in the same pose Bev had been in earlier: feet up on the bed’s edge, legs apart. She had pulled the blanket closer around her. Her arms were crossed over her tummy, her hands holding the edges of the blanket. Her tits and pussy were still viewable, and very cutely, too. It was an attractive pose. I smiled at her as I left the room, and was rewarded with a happy face.
When I returned moments later, Bev was sitting up on the right edge of the bed, a mischievous look on her face. “What?” I said.
“Jo and I were talking.” O boy.. this could be bad for me.
“Yes?” I said, tentative.
“She wants to see us doing it doggy-style. I told her that would probably be ok with you. Yes?”
“Most definitely yes!” I said. “I had to think of baby bunnies and fleecy clouds to get this hard-on down far enough to pee, but I think it will come right back if you present your ass to me just right,” I teased.
“You bet,” she said, and quickly arranged herself at the foot of the bed, knees barely hanging on, calves dangling off the end, legs spread. I moved behind her, teasing her. “You sure you’re ready for this?” I said, “It’s been a long time since I got any. This could be rough on you.”
She and Jo both laughed. Bev was on all fours. I stood on the floor behind her, and rubbed and caressed her thighs and backside, carefully avoiding touching her pussy. She reacted as I knew she would, moving her head farther and farther down, until her face was directly on the bed, her shoulders touching the covers, too, as she moved her arms to get her head all the way onto the bed. She reached back between her legs and gave her clit a stroke, then another, waiting, teasing me, showing me where she wanted me. She turned her head toward the left, and I slipped to my knees, one more surprise for her. Jo’s feet were only inches from Bev’s knees at the edge of the bed. I wanted Bev to think I was about to put my dick in her, and surprise her by eating her in this position for a few minutes first.
I carefully did not touch her as I sank to my knees. When I was down, my head was almost exactly on level with her gaping pussy, directly ahead of me. Without touching her anywhere else, I moved my head to her cunt, touching her lightly with my tongue. When I could keep up the subterfuge no longer, I grabbed her thighs from in front, and pulled her pussy tighter toward me. I fucked into her pussy with my tongue, to cries of, “You SOB, get up here and fuck me!” All was not spoiled, however. At one point she bucked back into me as I played with her.
Finally I stood and moved behind her. Given my height and Bev’s lack of height, we could not fuck this way conventionally, with me between her legs. If we did, she would be too low for me to get inside her. So my legs had to be outside hers. She felt me moving to get closer, and slid her knees closer together, raising her cunt and matching my height. I straddled her outstretched calves, and moved up behind her.
I took my dick and rubbed it on her clit, eliciting yet another sigh of contentment. Finally, I could stand it no longer, and slipped it inside her tight, hot wetness.
I was starkly reminded of the difference in fucking Jo and fucking Beverly. She began to buck right away. I had to hang onto her waist, holding her tightly so she would not move so far I would come out, repeatedly. I was just trying to stay inside, while Bev fucked me from in front. I could turn my head slightly and see that Jo was enjoying the view, right in front of her, and slightly to her left. I knew that if she wanted to see the whole show, she would have to lower herself, and she was not doing that. She was, however, playing with her pussy again, and kneading her tits.
I settled in to the highly pleasing job of fucking Bev. I hung on to her waist, trying to get some control and concentrating on keeping my dick inside her. Again, I felt the underside of my dick tended to with great care by the inside of this sweet pussy. Several times I would push all the way inside, and make a screwing motion with my hips, circling around the inside of her cunt with the head of my dick. It was fabulous.
Bev rose up again on all fours, pushing back into me, making me work for all I could get from her. I squeezed with my thighs, holding her legs more still, and fucked into her for all I was worth.
No kibitzing from Jo, as there had been, albeit tacitly, from Bev when the situation had been reversed. She did not touch me with her foot while Bev and I were fucking. I could see she was enjoying herself, however, since she would now and then throw her head back as she furiously pummeled her clit. I was pleased she was joining in.
I placed the pad of my thumb onto Bev’s ass and began to move it around and around. All the sensations the vibe had engendered in her ass were brought back again by my thumb, as I dipped into and out of her ass, and rubbed against the outside as much as I wanted.
On one trip inside her ass with my thumb, she grabbed it by closing her sphincter and squeezing my thumb. I laughed and fucked her harder.
At last I felt the beginnings of my orgasm. All my feelings were concentrated in my dick. It was as though I could feel it coming from all the way into my knees.
“Uhhhhh…” I heard Bev grunt. “Uhhh…oooo fuck me…”
I obliged the best I could, fucking her until it was best that I stop, best for me, anyway, stopped all the way inside her cunt, blasting the walls of her pussy with what juice I could manage on such short notice. My cock pulsed and pulsed, 8, 9, 10 times. I partially withdrew and fucked inside again, another 2,3, 4 pulses. “Ahhhh…”
“Yeah, you big fucker,” Bev said, but without much conviction. I think I had finally managed to wear her out, for once.
“You two get quite a workout, don’t you?”
I had to stop to think where the voice had come from. It was Jo, of course. She was sitting up straighter, but still relaxed on the chair. “Yes,” I said, “Bev is quite an athletic fuck, yes.”
At that moment, my athletic fuck of the moment, toppled over sideways onto the bed. We all laughed at the clownish move, and I sat on the bed next to her, facing both her and Jo.
I took her upper body in my arms, and folded her inside, holding her close in what would have been an awkward pose any other time. I held her easily, close to my body, her head on my chest. She made no attempt to help hold herself up, which was fine with me. I wanted to hold her up.
“Won’t you be going to sleep any second now?” Bev asked, sleepily herself.
“I hope not. I think there is more fucking to do, unless I’m mistaken?” I raised an eyebrow at Jo, who smiled and said, “Hey, I’m the one who was gonna be here all night, remember?”
I nodded. Bev had not opened her eyes, yet, but still wanted to be part of the conversation: “I took one of your fucks, then, didn’t I?” She did not sound apologetic, just matter of fact. Jo said, “It’s ok. We don’t usually do it more than twice, anyway. And not like that, at all!”
Bev opened one eye, “What do you mean?”
Jo hesitated, looked at me. I said, “We, Jo and me, are not all that vigorous when we fuck. It’s more like, uh…” I searched for the right term. “It’s sweet, slow. Kinda … I don’t know… quiet, like, almost.”
Bev was now awake, and looked at me. “You prefer that?”
“NO!” I was quick to assure her, not thinking if I was about to insult Jo. “No,” I repeated, “it’s different. You are quite athletic and have completely different requirements in your love-making. There is no ‘better’ or ‘worse,’ only ‘great!’
She smiled, sleepily. “You are SUCH a bullshitter. But right now,” with this she yawned, hugely, and shook herself, “I don’t care. You’re a good fuck.”
I had to reciprocate, so I kissed her lips, and said, “So are you!”
And I turned to Jo at the end of the bed, kissed her as I rose, and said, “And so are you!”
I went again to the bathroom, and turned on the shower, thankful it had been long enough the tiny water heater had surely had time to recover. I took no chances, however, and quickly rinsed off one girl, hoping to get the scent of the first woman back on me before long. Mainly I concentrated on soaping up and washing my increasingly sore dick!
When I returned to the bedroom, I was pleased to see they had changed places already. Jo awaiting me on the bed, Bev back in the chair of observation.
“Have you and I ever done it doggy style like that?” Jo asked.
I thought for a moment, and said, “Yes, that first time we were together, the second time that night. You said then you liked face-to-face better.”
She looked thoughtful, and said, “Well, I could see some advantages to doing it doggy, like that. Especially if it works better for you after the first time.”
I looked quickly at Bev, who smirked at me. She had been talking about capacities, and proclivities, again. “You know, missy, there are things I could tell Jo.. about you!”
She looked supremely unconcerned at this. Another jaw-creaking yawn. “Go ahead, sport. Nothing you can tell her that would embarrass me!”
She was probably right. I was not going to divulge that she liked group sex, or that she and I had indulged in it more than once, not including tonight. But it occurred to me that anything I told Jo might keep the evening going that much longer. Jo was already rubbing along my thigh. She might have been a bit anxious to get started again, but this time it was going to take longer than a few minutes and a quick shower to get my system going again!
“Well, let’s see,” I began. “Bev likes to suck…”
“I could see that. It looked like she was enjoying it alright. Do you wish you and I did that more often?”
I could not remember her ever going down on me at all, but this was not the time to say so. “No, Jo, nothing like that. It’s Bev’s idea, she likes it as much or more than getting eaten, and I like eating her more than getting eaten, so it works out. If you’ll recall, I have eaten you more than you have me. And I have no complaints.”
She nodded, thinking back. Then she had another thought. “When did you find out you liked toys, uh, back there?”
Bev looked at her, “A boyfriend insisted I try it. It was the only good thing I got from our relationship.”
Jo nodded, understanding again. “Uh, have you ever, uh…”
“Yes?” I prompted.
“Well, have you ever, uh, done it? Back there?”
“Oh!” Bev exclaimed, “You mean ass-fucking?”
Jo actually had not used up all her capacity for blushing, yet. She could only nod her head.
“Yes, we have, but only once. He prefers pussy, and truth be told, so do I. I like to be played with back there, but fucking? Is for pussies!”
“I agree,” I said. But no one was listening to anything I had to say.
“I can’t imagine it not hurting so much it would be impossible to get any pleasure out of it,” Jo said.
“Oh, no, honey, it’s great. Once you get him in? especially if he is considerate and tends to your clit? It’s REALLY nice.”
Jo nodded, but looked unconvinced.
I felt I had to step in — “No one is asking anyone to try it!”
“No, I know that. I just never had thought of it as anything pleasurable, at all. Now I know.”
“Don’t be in any hurry to try it, but I can tell you, sport-fucker here has a nice sized dick for it, and he is very considerate!”
I decided to take that in the best light I could, making it a compliment, regardless of any implied short-comings.
Jo was becoming more and more insistent with her hand on my thigh. I reached to her leg and began patting her, rubbing her leg, too. Bev noticed, and spread her legs and began preliminary moves, up and down on her pussy.
“Hey,” Jo said, “how did you find out about YOUR toy?”
“We had one, and I tried it. I must have been, 12 or so. It worked, and I’ve been using one ever since. Tell me, have you ever used one?”
“No!” She seemed scandalized. I wondered what she thought of me using it! Before I could say much, she said, “But I’d like to.” She had a plaintive look in her eyes and on her pretty face. I glanced at Bev. To Jo, I said, “Want to try one now? Mine?”
She could not speak, but nodded her head. I leaned to kiss her, and made suggestive moves and pressures to get her on her back once again. When we were arranged, I reached again to under the bed, and retrieved my vibe. I had had this one for several years at the time, and was quite familiar with it’s capacity.
“Maybe we should put a towel on you until we find out just how much of this you want.” She nodded, and placed the towel over her middle. I reached and pushed down the towel all the way to the bed, leaving her pussy exposed, if covered.
“Now, you’ll just have to trust me a bit. If you want to stop, slow down, or just have less pressure, just say, and I’ll adjust, ok?”
She nodded, and I reached to between her legs, holding my hand against her pussy, the vibrator actually turned away from her, not touching her at all. I clutched the vibe tightly, and turned on the switch with my little finger. Long practice!
She reacted, but slowly, and in a small way. I moved the edge of my hand back and forth, insinuating it between her pussy lips even through the towel. I grasped the vibe even more tightly, and pushed harder against her clit. This time I was rewarded with a gasp, a hand clutching my wrist, and an arched back. “Uhhhn…” she said.
Slowly, I turned the vibe toward her flesh. Even from outside the towel, I could see the separation of her pussy lips. I moved the head of the vibrator, still my bell-shaped attachment, slowly and gently onto the area of her clit, and began to press a bit harder all along. “Ooooh… ernnn…. ”
I took that to mean, I like it! And kept up my pursuit of her pleasure. I placed the bell over her clit and pressed down easy. “Ohhhhh!” I seemed to have hit the spot. Her hands grasped at my wrist, even closer and tighter, pulling me harder, wanting more and more pressure on her clit. I obliged, as strongly as I could. I changed my grip on the vibrator to make her more comfortable, and make it easier to control just where the vibrations were concentrated. Evidently, this was a good thing, since, as soon as I made the change, she bucked into my hand that much harder. I glanced at the foot of the bed, and Bev was busily attacking her clit. She flashed a brief brilliant smile at me.
I began to move the machine round and round on her clit, maintaining pressure on her. She gave a grunt, a gasp. Her legs tightened and relaxed, over and over, as she sought release for the umpteenth time that evening. In a moment, she arched her back, pushed hard at my fist around the vibrator, and came again.
I eased it away from her, being guided by the increasing slackness in her legs. She let me escape, and I managed to get free enough to turn off the machine. I reached behind me and lay it on the floor.
“Whoooo…” she said, blowing out her cheeks, “…that is some machine!” Her face was flush and ruddy. She rubbed her cheeks and eyes, and shook herself. “I may have to get one of those!”
“I offered to get you one months ago, if you wanted one!”
“I know, but I didn’t know how good it was.”
“Well, it looks like you owe Bev a thank you in that case. You would never have tried it without her, would you?”
“No, I probably would not have.” She turned to Bev, still sitting in her pretty pose at the edge of the bed. “Thanks.”
Bev nodded and said, “Uhmmm… will that reach all the way down here?”
I reached down to get it again, and passed it to her. She had to move the chair farther to the right, but sure enough it did fit. She arranged herself in the chair, splayed her legs on the bed’s end, pulled the blanket over her pussy, and began moving the vibe over the area between her legs.
I turned to Jo, questions in my eyes. You ready? Sure!
I kissed her again, but this time staying away from her cunt. I figured there had been enough stimulation in that area to last a while. I rubbed her thighs, her tits, tweaked her nipples. I got acquainted all over again with her flesh, head to foot. I pulled her to me, both of us on our sides, and kissed her. She threw her leg over me, hiked up on my waist as she faced me. My right leg between hers, pressing hard against her pussy. Her hand between us reached to my dick and held and caressed me as I teased the flesh around her ass. It was not long before I could no longer stay away from her pussy. I reached around her hips to her middle, and pressed open her pussy lips. I trailed the tips of all 4 fingers along her center, and teased and stimulated her clit. I got a gasp and a sharp intake of breath. I formed a bunch out of my fingertips, and rubbed over and over past the flesh of her clit. Her slickness helped make sure I did not rub too hard or stay in one place too long.
Her movements became more pronounced. Her hips swung against me while she was trapped on the bed. Her pussy pushed at me, and I had to hurry to keep up. Her hand beneath us squeezed me in time to her hip movements. It was as though she was fucking me while we were still apart. I kissed her deeply again, our tongues darting and probing. I found myself becoming impatient to be inside her. I signaled her to move under me, and admit to a bit of anxiety when she stopped me. I asked her what was wrong.
“Nothing is wrong, but I thought we could do it on our sides, from behind?”
“Of course!” I said. “We can do that.” She kissed me one more time, and moved to face away from me. We had done this a few times, and her muscles were made for it. Her hips were soft and pillowy, and her waist just smaller enough so that hanging onto her while we fucked this way was easy. Her hip bones made fine handles. I could also reach to her tits and tweak those ruby red nipples. She leaned well forward and lifted her right leg into the air. She reached behind her and guided me into her. I could feel Bev still using the vibrator at the foot of the bed. I had to adjust my position a couple of times, to reach closer and closer to Jo’s pussy. She took me in her hand, and put the head of my dick against her pussy opening, and held still. Her leg sank toward the bed, her thighs nearing each other as she trapped my dick in her cunt. I was in heaven, again. I could get to like this, a lot!
I began stroking in and out of Jo, nice and easy, getting used to being inside her again. In this position I could fuck all the way into her. Due to her size and my position, I could not reach her clit, but I kept pushing at her ass, reaching around to her tits.
I looked over my shoulder, down to the foot of the bed, and saw that Bev was getting higher and higher on the vibrator. It was moving tightly against her cunt. Her hips were moving back and forth on the edge of the seat. I hoped she didn’t have an accident and slip off the chair, but that was about all I had time for, since the crisis of completion was near for Jo, and I thought I ought to be there for it, since it was my dick inside her and all.
Her breath was again ragged in the way I had come to know, signaling her impending orgasm. I pushed close against her, my dick as far into her pussy as I could get, and held still, letting her make all the movements she needed. Two, three, four animal like grunts exploded from her as I took over again, pushing in and out, her pussy sweetly lubricated by her juices and our commingled sweat.
Her pussy grasped at me, milking the cum from me. Even though this was the 3rd time tonight, it felt great, new again. I leaned into Jo’s back, breathing hard, kissing her fleshy back, rubbing her ass and tits. She pushed back against me. If it had not been for company, I would easily have fallen asleep right then and there.
But… I bestirred myself, sated as I was, and rolled away from this very nice piece of woman-flesh. I took time to make sure she was tucked into the covers. No sense both of us being cold. I sat on the side of the bed a moment, and then turned to look at Bev. Bev had a pretty face, angled with sharp high cheekbones. The look on her face at that moment was priceless: Sated, like me; secretly pleased, both for her and me; looking forward to whatever comes next. She was quite a girl, and had just delivered an unexpected, pleasure-filled evening.
I stood and walked to the bathroom. When I was washed up and walked back to the bedroom, I had missed the show of her jeans going onto that tight ass. She shrugged into her bra, and reached for her shirt, a western cut with snaps. I had missed the usual pleasure of pulling it off her in one yank. It was nice to see her dress. She bent to set her shoes so she could don them. The jeans stretched so nicely over her ass as she bent over, I nearly wanted to start over again. She came to me at the doorway, embraced me, kissed me, and smiled up at me. “You lucky son of a bitch.” Simple, straight-forward, easy. I smiled back at her, “Yeah, I am. Thanks to you.”
“Have a good night, mister. Snuggle up close. I think I’ll go home and fuck Harry. He’ll like hearing about all this.”
“I imagine he will. You’ll have to do this for him, sometime.”
She made a face at me, slung her purse over her shoulder and sauntered through the hall, living room, to the entrance door. She stopped, fished for her keys, and kissed me again. There seemed to be nothing more to say. That reckoned without a knowledge of Bev’s determination to keep talking.
“Thanks.”
“For what,” I asked “fucking you?”
“No. Well, yes, that too.” She smiled up at me, mischievous, again. “For calling me first.” I laughed with her.
“I’ll call you first next Wednesday, too, if you want.”
“Yeah, you do that.”
She disappeared through the door. I watched her walk down the hall, and slowly closed the door. I turned to walk back through the apartment to the bedroom. At the door, I realized I had walked through the place naked, and stood and watched Bev retreat down the hallway, with my head stuck out into the hall, naked. I turned on the hall light, so Jo could get to the bath if she needed to in the middle of the night. I smoothed out the covers, flipped them up on my side, and slipped in behind Jo, trying to find that position I had enjoyed so much before I had to see Bev out. I gave up after a moment, and moved as close to her as I could. I tucked my dick into the crevice of her ass, pulled her closer to me, and arranged the pillows so I was not breathing right into her ear. She stirred a bit, but settled against me, and breathed a sentiment I could not quite hear, but I figured it would wait. I took inventory. Legs, quiet; belly full and resting comfortably against Jo’s nice round ass; my dick nestled into her ass, my leg over hers, resting on her thigh; my arm across her chest, hand near her tits.
I sighed, heavily, rustling her hair slightly in the man-made breeze. My eyes closed slowly. I heard traffic somewhere outside. My last thought before sleep was something on the order of ‘this is a night for the ages, man.’