Loading...I have always loved women. There is just something delightful about femininity and female-ness that has always resonated with me. Even as a child, I found it easier to make friends with girls than with boys. Oh, sure, I played on the sports teams, and engaged in the same kind of rough-and-tumble as the other boys, but females seemed to draw something deeper out of me, something thoughtful, and deeper than just scoring touchdowns, or hitting home runs.
As I got older, I came to appreciate women’s physical and sexual charms, as well. I loved the shape of female bodies, with the lovely curves of their breasts and butts and flared hips.
Most of all, though, I love their vaginas. Cunts, pussies, twats – whatever you want to call them, I love ’em. I love the furry triangle between a woman’s legs, and the sultry slit nestled amidst her pubic fur. I love the smooth, wet warmth of her vaginal walls, and the snug, silky feeling when they’re wrapped around the shaft of my cock, especially when she clenches her pelvic muscles around me. I love the tangy taste and musky scent of an aroused vagina, and the rich sexual fluids that emanate from her. I love the responsiveness of her clitoris when I lick and suck on it, and the way my woman can have orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, without having to recover in between. God, how I love it!
The woman who took my virginity was a young widow in her early 30s named Kay, who lived next-door to my parents when I was 18. Not the first time we fucked, but it wasn’t long after that, she had me go down on her. At first, I was sort-of grossed out – there were weird bodily fluids down there, and that’s where she peed. But she insisted, and I, perhaps wiser than I knew, deferred to her greater sexual experience. Even novice that I was, I ended up eating her to a long string of multiple orgasms. Ever since then, I’ve been utterly hooked on cunnilingus.
After we finally fucked that day, and she had two more orgasms on my cock, Kay said to me, “Mikey-boy, if you will cultivate the art of giving great head to a woman – if you will let her know that her pussy is the most wonderful place in the world, that she smells better than roses, and tastes sweeter than fine wine – you will never lack for women wanting to have sex with you, and once you find the one you want to hang onto, she’ll never let you go.”
I took her words to heart, and they have never steered me wrong.
*****
In my college years, Kay’s words to me were utterly prophetic. It was about two weeks into the fall semester that I found myself in the dorm room of a young woman named Cindy on a Friday night, her roommate having left for the weekend. It wasn’t long before we were rolling around naked in each other’s arms, and she was urging me to put my cock inside her.
But with Kay’s advice still fresh in my brain, I had other plans, at least at first. I slid down between her legs and inhaled deeply of the aroma of her arousal. She was nervous at first – “You’re not gonna. . .” – but once I commenced nibbling and nuzzling the soft flesh of her inner thighs, playfully tugging on her pubic hair with my lips, then probing my tongue inside her, and gently sucking on her clit before I began lapping at it with broad, ice-cream licks, she forgot all about how ‘gross’ it was. She bucked and writhed and squirmed to orgasm after orgasm, groaning and crying out with the intense waves of pleasure wracking her body. It almost seemed anticlimactic when she finally pulled me on top of herself and guided my erect cock inside herself. When I had finally come, discharging my balls into her, we lay together for a long time afterward before either of us said anything.
“That was incredible,” she breathed. “I had no idea. . .”
I could only lay there, humming contentedly in my own post-orgasmic bliss.
I ended up spending the entire weekend in Cindy’s room, and we made love again and again and again. We probably fucked each other a dozen times, but I ate her out almost constantly, and she was in a near-perpetual state of orgasm. At least, that’s how it seemed.
We finally put our clothes back on just before her roommate, Rachel, returned Sunday evening. When Rachel arrived, I kissed Cindy and thanked her for an unbelievable weekend, and left. Outside Cindy’s door, I briefly flopped against the wall, savoring the weekend one more time, rolling it around in my mind, wondering how such amazing good fortune had come my way. From the other side of the door, I heard Cindy shriek, “Ohmigod, Rachel, you wouldn’t believe it!”
Some mumbled words followed, that I couldn’t make out, then I heard Rachel shout, “No way! He licked your. . .”
“Mmmm-hmmm!”
“Ohmigod! How was it?”
“God, it was incredible! You wouldn’t believe it!”
“I don’t believe it!”
“Believe it!”
I smiled to myself, and silently thanked Kay as I walked slowly back to my own room.
*****
The following weekend found me back in Cindy’s and Rachel’s room. Rachel didn’t go home that weekend. The two women took turns on my tongue, which was rapidly becoming more talented and experienced. Rachel seemed to enjoy herself almost as much as Cindy.
After that, Cindy and Rachel would bring their friends along on Friday nights, to sample my cunnilingual skills. I got to taste and smell a whole wide variety of women and their vaginas – skinny ones, chubby ones, dark and furry ones, some with barely any pubic hair at all. Some of the women had tiny little clits, some of them were almost like miniature penises. And every single one of them was wonderful. I never thought I would be in a position to turn women away, who wanted to have sex with me, but it almost seemed that way, sometimes.
Cindy and Rachel roomed together again during sophomore year, and we continued our weekend threesomes. Or foursomes, or fivesomes, depending on how many friends Cindy and Rachel brought along. At the end of sophomore year, though, Rachel decided to transfer to a different school, so Cindy and I moved in together off-campus for our last two years of college. She would still bring friends home once in a while, but not as much as when the three of us lived in the dorm together.
As graduation neared, Cindy and I looked at each other, and had some serious conversations together about our future, and what we both wanted from our lives. We both decided that we couldn’t imagine living without the other, and we decided to throw our lives in together, and get married. Once we left the college environment, that was the end of our sexual ‘sharing’. I settled into my career, we started having kids (we have three now: boy-girl-boy), Cindy settled into motherhood and charitable volunteer work. And, honestly, we’ve never looked back.
*****
Cindy and I have been married for just over 10 years, now. We’re both grateful that my job allows Cindy to devote most of her time and energy to our kids, and her volunteer work. My job allows me to work from home a lot of the time, and I have a home-office in the back of the house, where I can be fairly isolated from the day-to-day busy-ness of Cindy and the kids, but still accessible to them. It’s a really happy arrangement.
A few weeks ago, Cindy and I had a really wonderful time in bed. I went down on her, and she came, over and over. Then I pulled her on top of myself, and she slid her pussy, still buzzing and pulsating from multiple oral orgasms, onto my stiff organ. Almost instantly, she came again. Our mating was relaxed and leisurely, but Cindy came twice more on my cock, before I surrendered to my own release, sending spurts of my thick, white cum shooting into her. She fell on top of me, and we stroked and caressed each other through a long, grateful afterglow.
The next morning was Cindy’s weekly bridge group, and that day, it was Cindy’s turn to host the group at our house. Besides Cindy, there are three other women in the group – Arlene, Barbara and Denise. Arlene is cute, dark, and voluptuously curvy. Her hair is somewhere between ultra-dark brown and simply black, and her skin is a lovely bronze color. She carries maybe fifteen or twenty pounds more than her doctor might prefer, but as far as I’m concerned, it just enhances the delightful curves of her full, round breasts and butt. Barbara is tall, lean and athletic, the type who runs marathons for fun. Medium-brown hair flows around her pretty face; her body is tanned and fit. Her legs are long and lithe, her breasts are smallish, but still very nice, and her ass tight and firm. Denise is a shy, petite, almost delicate, blonde woman. I haven’t gotten to know her as well as the others, because she’s so shy, but when I’ve been able to coax it out of her, her smile is radiantly winsome.
I was working in my office, with the door open since the kids were at school. I was perusing columns of numbers on my computer screen, but I could hear bits and pieces of the women’s conversation, since they were in the den, the closest room in the house to my office. At one point, their conversation took a definite sexual turn.
“Mike and I had a GREAT time in bed last night,” I heard Cindy say. I smiled to myself, both with my own happy memories, and with a degree of pride that my wife would extol me to her friends.
The other women giggled, and I heard Arlene say, excitedly, “Do tell, Cindy!”
Cindy knew I was home, I was sure, but I didn’t know if the other women did. I stopped what I was doing, and leaned back in my chair to listen more closely.
Cindy lowered her voice, and I heard her say, in conspiratorial tones, “Oh god. . . he ate my pussy for the longest time! I must have come ten times!”
“He ate your pussy?” I think it was Barbara.
“Mm-hm!”
Denise: “Oh, Cindy. . . how did that feel?”
“It felt incredible! Like I said, I must have come ten times! God, I just love it when Mike eats my pussy! There’s nothing like it! Have you ever had your pussy eaten?”
Arlene again: “I wish! I think Ron would be afraid he’d catch something. . .”
Barbara said, “Walt ate my pussy a few times, before we were married, but he always made such a nasty face about it, that I finally decided it wasn’t worth it to ask anymore. He doesn’t think anything of hitting me up for a blow job, though. Is semen supposed to be less nasty than pussy juice?”
The women all laughed loudly, and I couldn’t make out any of their comments at that point.
Then I heard Arlene say, wistfully, “God, I wish I had somebody like Mike to eat my pussy.”
“Me, too,” the others chimed in.
Suddenly, there was a long pause in the conversation. No one said anything for a solid minute or two. I could practically hear the women all thinking about what it would be like to have their pussies eaten, wishing it could happen as soon as possible.
When the silence had become utterly deafening, I barely heard Denise. “Cindy,” she asked, “do you think. . . no, it’s crazy. I couldn’t even. . .”
“What?” Cindy said. “Come on, Denise; we’re all friends here. What are you thinking?”
Another short silence ensued. Then suddenly, Cindy understood what was going on. She began to laugh.
“Mike?” she laughed. “You’re all wondering about Mike? If he would eat your pussies? Like, right now? Today?”
I hadn’t known that it was possible to actually HEAR three heads nodding together. Muffled words of agreement – “uh-huh”. . . “sure”. . . “do you think he would?” – followed.
After a short, thoughtful pause, Cindy spoke again. “Well. . .” she began, “I’d be willing to ask him.”
“Oh, Cindy,” I heard one of them say, “would you? Do you really think he would?”
“The man’s biggest regret is that I’ve only got one vagina!” she laughed, even louder than before. Her voice got low again. “Ladies,” I could just hear her say, “let me tell you about when Mike and I were in college. . .”
After that, I couldn’t hear what Cindy was saying, though I was familiar enough with the story. However she told it, her telling was punctuated with shrieks of laughter and squeals of surprise, cries of “No way!” and “Oh, my god!”
At the end, or at least, what I assumed was the end, Cindy said, “Hang on. . .” A few seconds later, she was standing at my office door.
“I suppose that you’ve been listening to our conversation,” she began.
“Uh, no,” I lied, trying to seem casual. “Not really.”
“Uh-huh,” she nodded, with a smirk. “That’s why your computer has gone to screen-saver, I suppose. . .”
I grinned, sheepishly. “OK, you caught me. Yeah, I heard.”
“So?” she asked, with a demanding, expectant tone.
“So, what?”
“So – do you want to eat my friends’ pussies?”
I swallowed at her candid directness. That’s my Cindy; no bullshit with that girl. “Of course I want to!” I responded. “I’m just not sure that I should.”
“Mike, these girls just want to know what it’s like to have a man lick their pussy, and to have a sexual experience no-one else has ever given them. You know how much I love it when you go down on me, and you remember all those women you gave head to in college – that I brought to you?” I nodded; happy memories, those. “Are you gonna deprive my friends of that? Anyway, I’m pretty sure you can trust them not to tell their husbands.”
I thought for several long seconds, recalling those amazing college days, and all the many and varied pussies I’d eaten then. I assumed that Cindy was only asking me about a one-time event, with these three women, today, and not a resumption of those wild and crazy days. But still, if they wanted to. . .
“OK,” I finally said, “It’ll be a sacrifice, but I’ll do it. Now, how do we go about this? Should I be naked, or clothed?”
“I’m fine if you let them decide.”
“OK. What about limits? What if they want me to feel their tits?”
“I’d be fine with that. Mike, you’re eating their pussies.”
“Well, what if they want me to fuck them?”
Cindy paused in thought over that one, rolling it around in her brain for a long time. “I’d be OK if they want to play with your cock. Even blow you. But I think it would be best if you kept your cock out of their pussies.”
“OK,” I said, “I can go along with that.”
“Except,” Cindy added, a note almost of pity creeping into her voice, “unless Denise wants you to fuck her. That poor girl has almost no sex life at all. It’s too complicated to explain right now, but it would be an act of kindness to let her have your cock, if she wants it.” She paused, then thought of one more thing. “I don’t want you to initiate it, but if she asks, go ahead and fuck her. OK?”
“Got it!” I agreed. “Now. . . where?”
“Guest bedroom?”
“That works. I’ll go there now. Have them come in, one at a time, whenever they’re ready.”
*****
I walked out of my office, and down the hall to the guest bedroom, walking past the den, where the three ladies were sitting. They watched me walk past with looks on their faces somewhere between utter lustful anticipation and ‘oh-my-god-I-can’t-believe-this-is-really-happening’.
I entered the guest room, closing the door behind me, and sat on the edge of the bed, wondering who my first ‘client’ would be. On the other side of the door, I heard muffled female voices, then laughter, and then a loud cheer. Seconds later, I heard the doorknob turn.
Arlene entered the room, and I stood to greet her. She was dressed in a light, billowy red skirt that hung around mid-calf, with a gauzy white top, through which I could just make out the outline of her bra, which was filled to capacity by her large, heavy breasts. She closed the door behind herself, then, exhaling heavily, turned to face me, with a nervous grin on her face. I walked over to her, and wrapped her in a warm embrace. She stiffened, then quickly relaxed.
“We’re both gonna really enjoy this,” I whispered.
“I know,” she responded, her voice trembling.
I had her sit on the edge of the bed. “How would you like to start?” I asked. “Do you want to be naked, or leave your clothes on? Do you want me to be naked, or leave my clothes on?”
She didn’t say a word in reply. Raising her flowing skirt to her waist, she tugged at the waistband of her plain white cotton panties, then slowly peeled them down over her lower belly, exposing her thick, dark, furry bush. Her opening was a bright pink slit, the folds of her inner labia peeking eagerly out between her outer pussy-lips, which were already engorged and puffy. I helped her slide them down over her thighs, then off her ankles.
She sat reclined on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows, her legs spread wide in tacit invitation.
“Your pussy is wonderful,” I assured her. “I can’t wait to taste you. Do you still want me to?”
“Oh, god yes!” she breathed. “Please. . . eat my pussy?”
I leaned in close, inhaling deeply, appreciatively, of her aroused feminine scent, so rich and musky. “Wonderful,” I murmured. Then I lightly kissed the inside of her left thigh. She jumped at the first touch of my lips against her tender flesh. Slowly, I moved my mouth in a circle around her fragrant opening, playfully tugging on her pubic hair with my lips, and nuzzling my face in her luxuriant pubic bush.
Arlene was moaning in both pleasure and anticipation, as I slowly, teasingly homed in on her center. When I nuzzled my pursed lips against her cunt-lips, she jumped again. Opening my mouth, I sent a soft, warm breath across her labia, which drew an aroused, ‘Oooooohhhhh’ from her throat, as she tossed her skirt over my head and laid back on the bed. I was really enjoying this. It had been years since I’d had the opportunity to give a woman her very first head.
It was time to start pleasuring dear Arlene in earnest. I ran the tip of my tongue lightly along the length of her slit, gently parting her inner lips, and getting my first taste of her inner juices. Again, I licked along her slit, more firmly, probing deeper into her, and parting her labia even further. Arlene groaned loudly, and squirmed from side to side at the sensations from my tongue.
Then, I probed my tongue deeply into her moist opening, dragging it along her smooth inner walls, savoring the full richness of her unique taste. Arlene was moaning and writhing almost continuously now, so I finally moved onto her clit. At first, I simply puckered my lips over her throbbing nubbin, but that first delicate contact with her love-button instantly set her off on her first orgasm.
“Oh god!” she cried. “Oh god! Mike. . . Oh god. . . I’m coming. . . Oooohhhh. . .”
I smiled inwardly as I continued to suck lightly on her erect clit. She had really been ready for this. And she was abandoning herself to the sensations so wonderfully freely.
As she came down from her first orgasm, she was panting heavily. “Oh god, Mike. . . that was incredible! Thank you so much!” She propped herself up on her elbows again, as if she expected to be finished, but I flicked my tongue over her nubbin once more. She twitched sharply at the renewed stimulation, and looked at me with wide eyes. “Huh?” she gasped, “what are you doing?”
“Just relax,” I told her. “We’re just getting started. You didn’t think I was only gonna let you come once, did you?”
“Oh god. . .” she said, in a wavering voice, as I resumed sucking gently on her clit. Soon, she was swirling upward once again, to her second orgasm. At that point, I switched to making slow, broad ice-cream licks, dragging my tongue along her dripping labia and across her clit, continuously, without stopping.
Arlene soared and spiraled through orgasm after orgasm, squirming around so much that I had difficulty keeping my mouth engaged with her pussy. But I persisted, and she came and came and came, groaning and squealing with pleasure, rolling and writhing on the bed, until at last, she pulled her skirt back over my head and drew me upward, away from her core.
I saw that she had removed her top and her bra, and was running her hands sensuously across her own full, awesome tits. They were incredible – probably the biggest tits I’d ever seen live and in-person. They were a rich bronze color, with chocolate-brown nipples, soft and round.
“Oh god, Mike,” she gushed, “that was incredible! I have never come like that in my life! It was. . . again and again and again. . . jeez, it was incredible! You do that to Cindy every time?”
“Every single time,” I confirmed.
“No wonder she’s always so happy. Come on,” she said, “come on up here!”
Arlene gripped the waistband of my jeans, unfastening them and quickly sliding them, along with my briefs, down around my ankles, releasing my rigid cock from its confinement. Then she pulled me up on top of herself, so I was straddling her waist. My cock stood straight out in front of me. Quickly, Arlene spat on her hands and began stroking back and forth along my length. Pre-cum oozed and drooled from the tip of my cockhead, and Arlene eagerly collected my slick fluid, rubbing it in the cleft between her bounteous breasts. Then, pulling me forward, she pressed her big, soft tits together, and tucked my hard pole between them.
“Fuck my tits,” she panted.
I grinned, and savored the delightful sensation of my stiff cock wrapped in Arlene’s mammoth tits. Straddling her chest, I slid my rod eagerly back and forth through her cleavage, as she pressed her tits together, keeping them tight for my cock to slide between them. At the far end of each stroke, my cockhead would just peek out the top of her cleft, then disappear again between her big fleshy orbs.
“Mmmmm,” I hummed, “your tits are wonderful.” Soon, I was sliding back and forth between them at a vigorous pace, and I could feel the tingling sensation in my cockhead that signaled that my orgasm was close at hand. Then suddenly, my dam burst, and I lost control of my body, twitching spastically as great globs of my cum shot out of me, landing with a wet ‘splat’ across Arlene’s chest and neck, while I grunted and gasped at the intensity of my release.
“Yessss,” Arlene purred. “Come for me, Mike.” Sensually, she began to rub the thick puddle of my cum into her tits. Smiling, she said, “It’s the least I could do to say ‘thank you’, Mike. And I’ll at least have your cum on my tits to remember you by for a while,” she said, with a wink.
I rolled off her, and the two of us retrieved our missing items of clothing and put them back on. Standing by the door, before she left, Arlene turned and kissed me, hugging me warmly, pressing her lovely soft tits into my chest. “Thank you,” she said, quietly. “I will never forget this.”
“Thank you,” I echoed, in utter sincerity.
Arlene closed the door behind herself, and walked back down the hall. I heard an outburst of cheering and applause as she rejoined the group, and I wondered who would be my next ‘patient’. A low buzz of ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ came through my door, and I smiled, figuring that Arlene was giving the others a recounting of our time together.
—–
Soon, I heard the doorknob click again, and in walked Barbara. I stood to greet her. Unlike Arlene, she wasn’t nervous at all. Barbara was a very direct, no-nonsense woman, and she immediately began removing her clothes. When I just stood there, watching her undress, she paused and looked at me.
“Aren’t you going to get naked, too?” she asked.
“If you want me to, I will,” I answered.
“Oh,” she said, as if it hadn’t occurred to her that I would do otherwise. “Yes; please – I’d like us both to be naked.”
“As you wish,” I said, smiling.
When we were both naked, we stood, appreciating each other’s nakedness. Barbara was tall, almost as tall as me, her body lean, taut and tanned. Her belly was flat, and her legs were wiry and strong. Her ass-cheeks were tight, round buns, and her breasts were the size of small grapefruits, with dark pink nipples. She’d be fun to fuck, I thought to myself; I bet she could blow my mind. Some other time, maybe.
Barbara hopped up onto the bed, her back leaning against the headboard. I swiftly crawled up between her legs, pulling her ass toward myself, so she was reclining on a loose pile of pillows.
I leaned in, inhaling Barbara’s scent. Hers was tangy, almost spicy, and I reveled in the delightful contrast between her pussy and Arlene’s. “Mmmmm,” I hummed, “nice; very nice.”
I bent down, and began teasingly nibbling on her inner thighs, but Barbara pulled me head directly in front of her opening. “Don’t tease me,” she admonished. “I just want you to eat my pussy. OK?”
“Yes, Ma’am!” I grinned, and immediately, I covered her entire vulva with my mouth, licking slowly along her slit. I couldn’t help noticing the contrast between Arlene’s fleshy, voluptuous body and Barbara’s tight, lean athleticism. Even her pubic mound was lean, with almost no soft cushion. As I ran my tongue between her cunt-lips, I could almost feel the hard bones of her pelvis, as her feminine channel passed through it.
“Nnnggghh,” she grunted, in response to the movements of my tongue inside her. Soon, she was rolling her hips purposefully against my face, her spicy/tangy fluids flowing onto my tongue. “Oh god, that is nice. . .”
Since Barbara was a no-nonsense type, I didn’t wait very long before I moved my lips onto her clitoris. Barbara’s clit was bigger than Arlene’s, about the size and shape of a small almond, and standing out proud from its hood. I brushed my tongue across it lightly at first, and Barbara exploded instantly.
“Oh GOD!!!” she cried, twitching and writhing.
I wasn’t sure if I should back off, or give it more stimulation with my tongue. Knowing what I did about Barbara, I decided to keep pressing forward. I lightly pursed my lips around her sensitive bud, sucking lightly, as if I were sucking on a juicy peach, lightly brushing my tongue across it as I did.
Evidently, that was the right thing to do. Instantly, Barbara shouted, “Oh! Yes! Don’t stop! Oh god, Mike! Oh god, yesss!! OOOoooohhhhh. . .” bucking her hips hard against my face. I struggled to keep my mouth on her clit, and at one point, my nose was buried inside her opening. But I don’t think it mattered all that much. Once Barbara began to climax, her orgasms followed in quick succession, one after another, in a long, continuous stream. It seemed like she was coming for hours on end, moaning and crying and writhing through wave after orgasmic wave. I wondered how much she could stand, but she just kept coming and coming and coming. Finally, her ecstatic wails dissolved into giddy, hysterical laughter. Sensing that she was finally finished, at least for the time being, I slowed my pace and eased the pressure of my tongue on her clit.
She pulled me up off her groin, grinning. “You wonderful man!” she gushed. “You are amazing! God, thank you!” Then she pushed me down onto the bed, and quickly spun on top of me, gripping my cock, which stood in full, pulsating erection. “I’m a firm believer in returning favors,” she said. Then, she lowered her head, taking my tingling cockhead between her taut lips.
My god, that woman could give head! With marvelous self-control, she ran her tongue along the full length of my hard-on, from my balls to the spongy tip of my cock. Then she swirled her tongue around my cockhead, humming deep in her throat, sending erotic vibrations down the full length of my cock, and spreading out through my entire body. It was all I could do to clench my ass-muscles and keep from coming instantly. She bobbed her head up and down, in tandem with her hand-strokes, and I was rolling my hips up, in time with her movements. Then she slyly poked the tip of one finger into my asshole, and I was gone. My second load of the morning went surging out the tip of my cock, into Barbara’s skillful mouth, while I gasped again in the shock of a sudden, intense orgasm.
Barbara held my softening cock inside her mouth for several minutes, gently caressing it with her hand and tongue, then squeezing the last drops of my cum from me, into her mouth. With a tight-lipped grin, she swallowed it all down, then smacked her lips loudly. “UMMM!” she grinned. “Delicious.”
I was still struggling to regain my breath, but with a breathless smirk, I told her, “You’re pretty darned delicious, yourself.”
We were both naked, so we needed to get dressed again before Barbara returned to ‘the Real World’. When we were both fully-clothed again, Barbara, more reserved than Arlene, nevertheless gave me a warm hug, followed by a long, passionate kiss. I could taste my own cum on her tongue, and I’m sure she could taste herself on mine.
“Thank you,” she said, when we finally broke our kiss. “It was wonderful.”
“Yes, it was,” I agreed. “And thank YOU.”
She walked out the door and down the hall, to the now-standard chorus of cheers and applause, followed (I surmised) by the de-briefing, accompanied by ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ just as Arlene’s had been. I sat back on the bed and waited for Denise.
—–
Denise entered the guest bedroom shyly and quietly, as I expected she would. Her eyes were cast down, toward the floor, and she seemed hesitant to make eye contact with me. I walked over to her, and wrapped her in a warm hug. My chin was a full inch or two clear of the top of her head.
“Do you really want to do this?” I asked her. “You know, you certainly don’t have to. Not to please me, and not to impress the other ladies.”
“I know,” she said, softly, but with surprising determination. “But, I am absolutely certain that I want – no, I NEED – to do this. And I’m grateful that you’re willing to be here for me.”
I was momentarily taken aback by her sudden directness, and all the moreso when she stepped back from my embrace, and began to undress herself.
“Can we both be naked?” she asked. “Do you mind?”
“Not in the least,” I grinned. Perhaps shy little Denise wasn’t so shy, after all. I stripped my clothes off once again, and we were both naked, and exposed to each other’s gaze.
Her skin was pale and delicate, almost like alabaster. Her breasts were smallish, but firm, like a pair of bouncy muffins, tipped by the pink cherries of her conical nipples. Her pubic hair was a dainty tuft of sandy-blonde hair, perfectly matching her jaw-length tresses.
I had Denise sit on the edge of the bed. Instinctively, I wanted to start slowly with her; I didn’t think she would be as assertive as Barbara had been.
She spread her legs apart, and watched, almost curiously, as I knelt between them and leaned in for my first breath of her own unique feminine scent. Denise’s pussy had a fascinating, delicate smell, almost floral. I don’t think I’ve ever encountered another vagina quite like it. For several minutes, without even touching her, I inhaled deeply of her distinctive aroma. “Fascinating,” I murmured. “Utterly delightful.”
Denise looked on in wonder. “You like. . . how I smell? Down there?” she asked.
“Oh, yes,” I breathed, “very much. You, my dear, have the most intriguing scent I’ve ever encountered. I’ve never smelled another one like it.” My words seemed to please her, as she grinned widely, and leaned back onto her elbows.
Her scent was so intriguing, that I impulsively bypassed the initial teasing that I usually did, and moved directly to nuzzle her vaginal opening, gently kissing her labia, and tracing the tip of my tongue along her slit so lightly that I could barely feel the contact.
Denise shuddered at the first sensation of my tongue against her most intimate parts. “Oooh!” she giggled. “I like that!” She rolled her hips forward, tacitly inviting me to get closer.
Playfully, I tugged on a few strands of her pubic hair sprouting from her labia, then ran my tongue sensually along her groove, this time probing gently inside her opening, to taste her erotic fluids. Her inner juices had a similar delicate, complex flavor, and soon I was probing more deeply inside her, collecting as much of her delightful nectar as I could, from the smooth inner walls of her pussy.
Denise began gently rocking her hips in response to my probing tongue, purring happily at the sensations I was causing in her.
I covered her entire pubic mound with my mouth, still probing my tongue as deeply inside her as I could, while gently sucking her juices.
“Ooohhh, Mike. . .” she purred. “That’s nice. . . very nice. . .”
Thus encouraged, I kept on doing that for a good long while, as Denise’s happy purring slowly grew into pleasurable moans and groans of “Oh, god. . .” punctuated by heavy breathing. “Yessss, Mike,” she groaned. “Oh, god yesss. . .”
I had thought that perhaps her shyness might impede her responsiveness to my stimulation, but that certainly didn’t seem to be the case, as she responded erotically and relaxed into the sexy sensations of my mouth on her cunt.
When her hip-gyrations were starting to feel more urgent against my invading tongue, I began to slowly move my mouth upward along her cunt-lips, and focus my attentions on her clit. When I did that, she almost instantly began twisting and squirming.
“Oh, FUCK!” she cried. Her use of the obscenity startled me momentarily, but soon turned into a smile. I was evidently tapping a corner of Denise’s personality that she didn’t let out very often. “Oh, Mike. . . that is fucking FANTASTIC! . . . Stay right there! . . . Oh, SHIT! . . . I’m . . . I’m gonna . . . Oooohhh, god. . .”
She began to squeeze her legs tightly around my head as I struggled to keep lapping her clit, then raised her hips up off the bed as she emitted a loud, feminine orgasmic grunt. “Oh, FUCK!” she cried. “Oh god. . . that was incredible. . . It’s been so long since I’ve had a good come. . . oh god. . .”
I smiled in satisfaction, for having given her her first orgasm in I-had-no-idea-how-long. But, way back in my very first sexual experiences, Kay had taught me never to be satisfied with making her come once. So I just kept doing what I was doing, lapping Denise’s cunt on and on, and bringing her to orgasm after orgasm, while a continuous blue stream of obscenities flowed out of her.
I don’t know how many times she came on my tongue, but as she was coming down from the last of them, she raised herself up onto her elbows again. “Mike?” she said, with a questioning tone. “Could we. . . I mean. . . would you. . .” She stopped, trying to catch her breath.
“What is it, Denise?” I asked, hopefully, recalling what Cindy had said to me even before we started.
“Oh, Mike. . . I shouldn’t. . . Cindy. . . but. . . would you fuck me right now?”
I smiled. “Denise,” I said, “I would be happy to fuck you.” I wasn’t about to tell her that Cindy had made a special exception for me to fuck her, and only her. “In fact,” I continued, casting a glance down at my strainingly erect penis, “I’m probably at least as desperate to fuck as you are.”
“Please. . .” Denise gasped.
I stood between Denise’s legs. My stiff prick was almost perfectly aligned with her dripping pussy. Taking hold of her legs by her ankles, I spread them apart in a ‘V’-shape and aimed my cockhead at her opening. Gently, I nestled my spongy tip between her pussy-lips in a sensual genital ‘kiss’.
“Please, Mike,” she panted. “Put it in me. Fuck me.”
Wordlessly, I pressed slowly, determinedly forward, sinking my hard, thick cock into her, an inch at a time.
“Oh, god. . .” she breathed, “that feels so good. . . to have a cock inside me. . . finally. . . oh god yessss. . .”
When I was completely inside her, I felt my pubic bone bump against hers, while my cockhead probed the far corners of her warm, smooth vagina. Slowly, I withdrew from her. In that position, I could easily watch my own cock sliding sexily in and out of Denise’s cunt. With every out-stroke, her inner labia would cling to my withdrawing shaft, then fold back inside on the in-stroke. Watching myself plunge in and out of her was incredibly arousing.
I hugged her legs against my chest, while we slowly, leisurely mated. Denise was groaning erotically, “Yesss. . . so good. . . so fucking good. . .”
Since I had already come twice, on Arlene’s tits, and in Barbara’s mouth, I was in no rush to climax with Denise. Her tight, sultry pussy was more than sufficient to keep me hard and aroused, but I felt no immediate urgency to orgasm, so I continued pumping my hardness in and out of her, while she continued to moan with pleasure.
I leaned over her, rubbing my hairy chest across her breasts, and rolling my hips to drive my cock into her. Then, with a sudden inspiration, I wrapped my arms around her, locking my elbows under her knees, and lifted her up, so we were fucking in a standing position. I couldn’t even fuck Cindy that way, usually, but Denise was small enough that I could actually accomplish it.
Slowly, using my arms, I raised her up off my cock, until I could feel only my cockhead still inside her. Then, I relaxed, and let gravity drop her back down onto my erection. Once again, the sexy obscenities flowed from Denise’s mouth, as I lifted and lowered her onto my cock. Soon, she was using her own strength, her arms wrapped around my shoulders, while she undulated her body, driving my cock deep inside herself.
“Oh, fuck, yeah!” she cried. “I’m coming! Oh, I’m fucking coming! Oh god. . . oh godddd. . . Oh, UUUNNNGGGHHHHH!” Suddenly, she was twitching and squirming uncontrollably, as I tried to hang onto her, and keep her engaged with my cock, and not drop her, or fall over.
Once her climax had mostly subsided, I sat back down on the edge of the bed, while she continued to ride me. My cock was still hard inside her.
She pushed me back onto the bed, so she was now riding me in a ‘cowgirl’ position, slowly grinding her pelvis back and forth on my stiff prong. “What’s it gonna take to get you to come?” she asked.
“I dunno,” I said, with a half-smirk. “Give it your best shot. . .”
“All right, then, Mr. Mike,” she said. “Hang on tight!”
Suddenly, Denise was a furious sexual hurricane atop me. She clenched her cunt-muscles tightly around my shaft, and simultaneously ground her ass against my cock at a furious pace. Her ass and thighs were a virtual blur, as they flew back and forth, up and down, in and out against me.
“Give. . . me. . . your. . . CUM!!” she demanded, and soon, I felt the familiar tingling in my cockhead, and tightening of my balls.
I was gasping for breath, and grinding my own hips up into her, when with an almost desperate cry of, “Oh god. . . Denise!” my orgasm exploded from the tip of my cock, and jets of cum that I didn’t even know I had left, surged out of me, into Denise.
“Oh god, Denise. . .” I panted. “That was. . . fucking INCREDIBLE!”
“Damn right it was,” she said, with a smirk.
Even after my climax, she was still grinding her hips on me. My cockhead was so sensitive after my orgasm, that her movements were almost painful, and I motioned for her to dismount from me. “But. . .” she protested, “I’m not done yet. . .”
“Shit!” I gasped. “You are the insatiable one today, aren’t you?”
“You have no idea how long it’s been,” she wailed.
“All right, then,” I said, rolling her onto her back again, “here’s what I can do.” I took my position between her legs again, and once more, dove into her insatiable pussy, licking and lapping furiously.
“Damn, Mike,” she giggled. “You are nasty – eating your own cum out of me!”
I chuckled, sending warm, happy vibrations through her cunt as I continued to eat her. She was right – my cum added a starchy/salty taste to her own more delicate flavor. I didn’t care, though. I just wanted Denise to be utterly satisfied before I sent her back out of the guest room. Soon, she was coming again, and again and again. I was wondering if I was going to need therapy on my jaw and tongue, when finally, with one last, climactic squeal, she came, then pushed me away from herself.
I crawled up next to her, and we cuddled together for a long time, stroking each other, and purring appreciatively. I’d had sessions with Cindy like that, but not with anyone else. “Denise,” I finally drawled, near to exhaustion, “That was some of the most amazing sex I’ve ever had.”
“Mmmmm. . . me too. Thank you. With all my heart, thank you.”
“Mmmmm. . . Thank YOU!”
We finally rolled ourselves off the bed and put our clothes back on, then opened the door to rejoin the others in the den. The other three women were standing outside the guest room door, cheering and applauding, and smothering Denise and me with hugs and kisses.
“We were beginning to wonder about you two,” Cindy smirked. “Whether we were gonna have to slide food under the door for you, or what?”
—–
That night, perhaps incredibly, Cindy and I had some of our own best sex ever. I ate her to orgasm after orgasm, and she happily climaxed again and again. Then, sometime in the middle of the night, I found my cock, incredibly, hard again, and nestled between her ass cheeks. She rolled over and mounted me, and I sent yet another load of my hot sperm into my wife, just to bring the incredible, erotic day to a fitting closure.
*****
The following week on Bridge day, I again left the door to my office open, to try and hear what fallout there had been from the previous week’s activities, if any.
I heard Barbara’s voice first. “Well, I went home last week, and when Walt and I were in bed that night, I told him I wanted him to eat my pussy.”
“What happened?” I heard Arlene ask.
“Well,” Barbara continued, “at first, he made that same old, ‘eeewww’ face again, and this time, I didn’t just let it slide. ‘Damn it, Walt’ I said, ‘I swallow your cum all the damn time. I’m your wife; don’t you think you could get over your damn silly squeamishness for me? I mean, come on – eat my pussy like a man, would ya?'”
Applause from the other three, with shouts of ‘You go, girl!’ ‘Yay, Barbara!’
“So,” I heard Cindy ask, “did he?”
“He did!” I swear, I could hear the wide grin in Barbara’s voice. “It was real nice. With practice, he could become almost as good as Mike, I bet!” More cheers.
In the back of my own mind, I was a little sad; I had been hoping to maybe have a chance to fuck Barbara sometime. I guess I was just too good a cunt-licker for my own good. Oh, well. . .
Arlene spoke next. “Ours was kinda the same. I asked Ron if he’d eat my pussy, and he said he didn’t really like the idea, that it was gross, and the same old bit. ‘But Mike eats Cindy’s pussy all the time,’ I said, ‘and she REALLY likes it. Won’t you try it, for me?'”
“You really said that?” Cindy said, with a nervous-sounding chuckle. “You told him that Mike eats my pussy?”
“Well,” Arlene said, “I thought maybe I could shame him into it.”
“Well, sure,” Cindy said, laughing loudly, “But how the hell am I ever gonna look him in the face again?”
“Sorry,” Arlene replied. “But he took the bait. He practically held his nose, but he went down on me.”
The other women whooped in approval.
“He was pretty clumsy,” Arlene explained, “and he couldn’t make me come. But I thanked him profusely for making the effort, and I’m sure he’ll get better, now that he knows not to be afraid of it.
“Uh-huh,” “That’s right,” agreed the others.
“But here’s the best part,” Arlene continued. “Cindy, you’ll like this. Ron said, ‘Well, maybe we could get together with Mike and Cindy sometime, and they could show us how to do it better.’ Can you believe that?”
I heard Cindy’s voice, chuckling skeptically. “Uh-huh,” she began. “Sounds to me like he’s fishing for some foursome action.”
Arlene cackled, “He might be!” and everyone else broke out in gales of laughter.
Things were quiet for a while, until one of the women (I think it was Cindy) asked, “How about you, Denise? Did anything happen for you?”
“Well,” Denise began tentatively. Then, more confidently, she said, “Actually, yes!”
“Oooohhh,” chimed the others, together. “What?”
“I finally decided that I’m not going to waste the rest of my life putting up with Eddie’s passive-aggressive bullshit.”
Another chorus of, “Oooohhh.”
“The man has cut me off from sex for the past two-and-a-half years, to ‘punish’ me for something I can’t even remember anymore. I’m willing to try to patch things up and move forward, I always have been. But he just wants to prove some damn point, and I’m tired of it. I realized last week that I don’t want to live without sex anymore. Life is too damn short.”
“Uh-huh,” “I get that,” chimed the others.
“And sex – good sex – is just too damn much fun!”
Roars of laughter in response. “Amen!” “True that!”
“So,” Denise continued, “last night, I packed up my stuff and put it in the car. I decided that when I came here this morning, I wasn’t going back.”
The other women agreed, somberly. “We support you, Denise,” one of them said. “We’re here for you,” said another.
Next, I heard Cindy. “If you like, Denise, you can stay with us for a while, until you figure out what you want to do, and you can get your feet back under you. You could stay in the guest room, no problem.”
“Thanks, Cindy; I might just take you up on it. Besides, I have some real fond memories of that room.”
They all laughed, until they were gasping for breath, and half-choking. “Me, too!” said Arlene.
—–
Denise moved in with Cindy and me that day, and it was like she wanted to make up for two-and-a-half sexless years in the first week.
The next night, the three of us were naked in bed. I was eating Denise’s pussy, and she was moaning and writhing through something like her third oral orgasm. Cindy was lying on the bed, alongside Denise, and while Denise was coming on my tongue, Cindy was lovingly stroking her breasts. Denise turned to Cindy and cupped a hand over one of Cindy’s full breasts.
“God,” whispered Denise, “I wish I had boobs like yours.”
“Don’t say that; you have lovely breasts,” Cindy assured her, bending down to playfully lick one of Denise’s nipples as it stood erect at the tip of her breast.
Just then, on the nightstand, Denise’s cell phone rang. “Oh god,” Denise groaned. “Leave it. I’m busy.”
Cindy picked up the phone and checked it. “It’s Eddie,” she said.
Suddenly, Denise grinned wickedly. Looking at me, she said, “Keep doing what you’re doing, Mike.” She held out her hand. C’mon, Cindy – I’ll talk to him.”
Denise opened the phone. “Hello?”
“Oh, hi, Eddie. . . Yeah, that’s right. . . No, I’m not coming back. . . No, it’s OK, Eddie. . . Look, Eddie, it’s better this way. . . Why? Because you haven’t had sex with me for two-and-a-half years, that’s why. . .”
She squirmed on the bed at one of the sensations my tongue was generating on her clit. “Oh god, that’s nice,” she groaned.
“What? . . . No, Eddie, I’m not fucking anybody right now. . . Actually, he’s eating my pussy. . . Hang on a second. . .”
Denise gestured to me to slide up lengthwise along her body. When my cock was aligned with her opening, she gripped it with both hands and slid it into herself. She and I both groaned with pleasure as I slid into her smooth, moist core.
“OK, Eddie, he’s fucking me now. You wanna say ‘hi’?” She held the phone up, toward me.
“Hi Eddie,” I said, cheerily. “Your wife is incredible! You have no idea what you’re missing, dude!”
“No, Eddie,” Denise continued, “I’m not coming back. You don’t want to fuck me, and I figure you can not-fuck me just as well when I’m gone, as you can when I’m there. So, knock yourself out, bud; you can not-fuck me for the rest of your life. . .”
She groaned again, writhing on my cock as I continued to plunge in and out of her. She whispered to me, “You, on the other hand, can fuck me all night long. . . god, you feel so good inside me. . .”
There was a long pause from our end, then Denise’s eyes got wide before she spoke again. “What? A baby?!? Are you shitting me?. . . You realize that you’d have to fuck me to make a baby, right? . . Oh god, yes. . . that feels so good. . . No, Eddie, I’m not really up for being the incubator for your spawn, only to have you shut me out again, once you’ve got your heir. . . I’m sure you’ll eventually find some nice girl who’ll be happy with what you’ve got to offer her. For a while. . .”
I could tell that Denise was getting close to coming, and she was getting impatient to end the call. Her breathing was getting ragged and shallow. “I’m sorry, Eddie,” she panted, “but I’m about to come. Thanks for everything, have a nice life. . . Ooohhh, GGOODDDDD!” She dropped the phone onto the bed as she continued groaning and writhing through her orgasm.
“Oh god. . .” I groaned, at my own release, and sent rivers of my cum surging into her.
Cindy picked up the phone, saying, “Bye, Eddie; we gotta go now. . .” Then she snapped it shut.
Through her gasping, panting recovery, Denise burst into uproarious laughter as soon as Cindy closed the phone. “Can you believe it? He wanted to make a baby with me! Two-and-a-half years, he won’t fuck me, and now, all of a sudden, he wants to make a baby with me? I don’t fucking think so!”
The two women took turns cleaning my cock with their tongues, then sucking me hard again. Then Cindy climbed onto my cock, and Denise mounted my face, facing Cindy. Her cunt was still slowly dripping random globs of my viscous, starchy/salty cum. The two women leaned against each other, kissing each other passionately and fondling each other’s tits, while I tried to maintain a steady rhythm, fucking Cindy while I ate my cum out of Denise. At last, the three of us collapsed in a heap of utterly sexually satiated naked flesh.
That whole first week Denise lived with us, we had daily threesomes, in which both women had multiple orgasms on my tongue, and at least one each on my cock. It was one of the horniest, most amazingly erotic times of my life.
*****
It was Friday, a couple weeks after Denise had moved in, that I came home from work to find Cindy and Denise sitting at the kitchen table, with a third woman, a cute redhead (who had, I couldn’t help noticing, a really nice pair of breasts).
“Hi, Mike!” Denise said, smiling brightly. “This is my friend, Laura.”
“Hi, Laura.”
“Hi,” Laura answered, shyly.
“I hope you don’t mind, Mike,” Denise continued, “but Laura and I were talking and. . . well, I told her how great you are at oral sex, and. . . well, Laura’s never had her pussy eaten, and. . . well, Cindy didn’t think you’d mind. . .”
I looked at Cindy, who winked at me, grinning wickedly.
“Ummmm. . . sure!” I said, with a grin and a shrug. “I’ve been wanting something to eat all afternoon. . .”
Here we go again. . .