Loading...Rene and I were sitting at a sidewalk table in a small town near our home in Southwest Ohio drinking a flavored water when she approached us and introduced herself. She was typical of this town, a place inhabited mostly by aging hippies of the artistic type. We come here often to browse its many art and cultural shops and just for fun to count how many people were wearing Birkenstocks. She introduced herself as Kabbie, a nickname given by a college professor that just stuck.
She explained that she was a sculptor who worked with clay, came to this town to visit two years ago and never left. We decided we liked Kabbie and invited her to join us at our table. She was younger than the local population, perhaps 30 something and wore a flowered blouse with faded jeans, and yes, Birkenstocks.
Kabbie was interesting in her forwardness, not intrusive or loud, rather soft spoken and comfortable in the presence of those around her. Most striking was that she appeared healthy in the natural healthy aspect. Her skin was clear and glowed and her long brown hair shined and had the aroma of an herbal shampoo. She wore no accessories with the exception of a yin-yang symbol on a strip of leather hung around her thin neck. Her arms and slim body would allude to a regular exercise such as yoga or Tai Chi, not developed but sinuous and taunt. This helped to create a mutual attraction as Rene and I worked out regularly, I with weights and Rene with aerobics and stretching. Rene and I have two children and despite the pregnancies, Rene maintains a tight abdomen, and regained her pre-pregnancy breast size even though she breast-fed both children, now 2 and 4 years old.
Small talk soon surfaced between the two women about our children, how we made our living, etc. Kabbie had volunteered that she had been married briefly but had no children. I listened casually and commented when appropriate. Before any of us noticed, over two hours had passed. Kabbie invited us to visit her studio three blocks away above a new age bookstore where she lived and worked. I said that I would love to visit an artist’s studio. Rene agreed and off we walked, stopping to look at various art pieces on display in shop windows, many of them Kabbie’s work, consigned by the storekeeper. Her knowledge of art kept us interested and her open humor made us feel even more comfortable. I could tell that Rene and I liked Kabbie and that a new friendship was in the making. We arrived at the bookstore and followed Kabbie to a door which opened to a narrow staircase leading upstairs. In single file we ascended the steps to a large warehouse style wooden door which Kabbie opened after unlocking three locks. “Can’t be to safe,” she said as she ushered us in.
“Welcome to my home, messy though it is, this is my life,” Kabbie said with a smile. The loft was absolutely huge! Hanging on the spacious, mostly wooden walls were prints of paintings by such artists as Klimet, Rousseau, Van Gogh, and others I did not recognize. Clay was almost everywhere, in works finished, unfinished or just spattered about. Most of the hangings and statues were of nudes, both male and female or phallic and one collection, on wooden shelves hanging on one wall was nothing but penises, all shapes and sizes and states of flaccidness or erection. The loft was divided into living and work areas by folding panels and well lit by track lights and modern pole lamps. Rene and I were mesmerized not only by the art she openly displayed but by how she turned this huge open loft into a living/working showcase.
“You two look around while I get us another water, or would you prefer juice?” We responded in unison that juice sounded great and Kabbie disappeared. Rene and I looked around together and separately, often calling the other over to admire a piece of sculpture or painting. Kabbie seemed gone an extra long time but when she reappeared had a tray of what appeared to be a juice blend and was now barefoot.
“Let’s go into the living room and sit down,” she said while leading us behind the only fixed wall in the loft. Once there we found a plush carpeted floor and the back wall was all window which curved upward to form half of the ceiling. Kabbie explained that the previous tenant owned a flower shop in what was now the bookstore and this had been the green house area. We also learned that the bookstore owner and Kabbie now co-owned the building. This area did not have as much art as the rest of the loft. It was well appointed with nicely upholstered furniture, appropriate table placements and large and small live houseplants. She motioned for us to have a seat on the couch then handed us our juice which was a delicious blend, obviously fresh squeezed, explaining her delayed absence. Kabbie sat in a lounger opposite us and crossed her lithe legs into a half lotus style. Conversation about her art was initiated by Rene.
“We love your work Kabbie, and your displays are the most interesting I’ve seen.”
“Thank you. I hope you’re not offended or uncomfortable with the erotic nature of my work.”
“Not at all,” I replied and Rene shook her head in agreement. “Your nudes are very real, the detail phenomenal. We were wondering how you did it.”
“I always use live models. Most of the models are from the college here in town, students who need the money and some art students volunteer their time for class credit.” She continued by adding that the human figure was her favorite subject. “Though we are basically the same, no two of us are alike and even tomorrow you will not be the shape or color or mood that you are today. Nudes are often the most difficult subject to capture and do justice to the inherent beauty.”
I wanted to ask about the penises on the shelves but thought better to contain my curiosity. Kabbie went on to explain. “Now take the genitalia. Every vagina has it’s uniqueness and as well no two penises are alike. I sometimes take weeks to capture the mood of a female breast to convey a perkiness or tired sag, or a happy fullness and nipples are just as important. A penis can contradict itself from day to day. That’s the joy of nudes, not just shape but the mood of that shape.”
Rene asked Kabbie if she had ever done a mother and child project. Kabbie replied that she had not, but with a kind of long thoughtful exhale, “But you know, that’s a wonderful idea.” Rene added that she had seen many of the Goddess or Madonna and Child sculptures but nothing really modern, such as a child suckling to celebrate breast feeding. Put in another light it could represent bonding.
Kabbie was getting excited and her eyes conveyed that the idea was solidifying in her head.
“‘That’s great Rene, but I’d like to take it a step further and add the father figure to represent a more complete idea of the family bond, you know, the triad.”
“Yea, that’s more complete. The mother/child bond is most often represented, fathers are too often dismissed. You should do it, you really should. But where would you find the models?”
“It would have to be a real family, one that shares that bond and who of course are comfortable with nudity and who have the time for the sitting. It takes quite a while and I never rush a project to completion. I accept no deadlines.” There was silence. I knew what Rene was thinking and she knew what I was thinking. It was Kabbie who brought it into the open. “Come on you guys, you’d be perfect. I can see you both take care of your bodies. Rene, you have breast fed, and I can tell that your family bond is very strong. Have you ever modeled?”
“No, but I admit it sounds challenging and fun,” Rene responded.
“I think it would be great to try,” I said, “But our children have grown out the breast feeding stage so there’s a model missing.” I didn’t want to make excuses but how could we model without an infant?
“Rene, I know a place where we can get a very life like doll. Do you think the feeling would come back to you with a prop, not your own child?”
“I think so. All I have to do is think of breast feeding my babies and all those wonderful memories come back and I want to do it again. I miss those moments.” Rene was smiling just thinking of breast feeding her little ones.
“A small detail overcome then. How about it guys, please say you will, I want to do this. Pleeease.” Kabbie was excited and I didn’t think she would accept no for an answer.
Rene and I looked at each other and we both knew we wanted to do this. Other problems entered my mind, and as I relayed them, Rene fielded them like a project manager. She was as excited about this as Kabbie.
That sealed it, we decided to sit. Kabbie was already on the phone insuring she could procure enough materials and making schedule adjustments. A date was agreed on and then it was time for Rene and I to start for home. Kabbie advised that we have a good breakfast, and to be prepared to sit for 3 hours or so on the first session. Without hesitation we exchanged hugs with Kabbie and headed down the staircase and back to our car.
The next visit had been arranged for the following Saturday when Grandma would be willing to keep the kids for the day. Rene and I showed up at Kabbie’s promptly at 11:00am. My knock at her large loft door resounded as though I had banged. Kabbie soon appeared dressed in a button down oxford shirt and what appeared to be pants belonging to a karate ghee. A yoga blanket was on the floor in the middle of the work area, confirming my thoughts from our first encounter.
“Hi you two, please come in, I’m all ready for you. Are you well rested and ready to experiment with a few poses?” Rene responded “I’m so excited, I couldn’t wait for the week to end.” I faked a big yawn, attempting to be facetious. Kabbie promptly hit me on the shoulder and smiled as she said “Oh, stop it now.”
“Let’s go into the living room and sit while we talk,” Kabbie suggested. “Would either of you care for something to drink, coffee, herbal tea or juice?” We just finished a late breakfast and indicated that we were fine.
“First off guys we need to lay some ground rules, so to speak. The most important is that we can’t rush this process. It will take however long it takes.” We shook our heads in unison as we listened to Kabbie explain how she liked to work and assured Rene and I that we needed to be as comfortable as possible because posing for long periods would be tiring. All we were going to do today was experiment with different poses and Kabbie would be taking Polaroid pictures of each. We would then decide together which pose would become the final work of art.
Kabbie excused herself explaining that she was going to turn the heat up as she didn’t want us to get cold and that she needed to change into some work clothes. She pointed to a coat rack where two terrycloth robes had been placed and suggested we remove our clothes and put the robes on to begin with. She left the room as we began to undress.
Returning several minutes later, Kabbie was wearing only a mid-thigh length light denim shirt. “I hope you don’t mind, the heat is up so you won’t get a chill and I dress light so as not to get too hot.”
“That makes perfect sense,” Rene said.
“Well then, if your ready, let’s go to the platform and try some poses, shall we?”
Kabbie led us to the center of the work area where a plywood platform box had been placed. “Go ahead and remove your robes and I’ll hang them over here,” pointing to two wooden pegs on a nearby wooden beam. We both disrobed, passing them to Kabbie’s outstretched hands. “Go ahead and move onto the platform and we’ll set up the first pose.” Kabbie hung up the robes and Rene and I stepped onto the blanketed platform. Kabbie turned in place, a thoughtful look on her face.
“Rene, why don’t you sit down, just to the left of center and a little forward. Now Dean, you kneel behind and to the right of Rene. That’s good.” She began to laugh and said “We totally forgot about the baby!” Kabbie’s laugh was infectious and both Rene and I couldn’t help but join her even though the absence of the infant was not that funny. I have to admit that I was a little uncomfortable with my nakedness, having not been nude before another woman since marrying Rene and the laughter settled me. Rene didn’t seem the slightest bit bothered by our nudity. Kabbie went to a box near her and produced the most life like, anatomically correct infant doll I had ever seen. She walked over and handed it to Rene. It was a boy, circumcised and it’s mouth open, perfect for placing over Renes nipple. “Where on earth did you find this, it’s perfect?,” asked Rene.
“From a friend of mind on the West Coast who runs an artists supply store, he can get the most unusual props. He had it shipped overnight for us.” Rene held the doll up to her left breast and instinctively placed her nipple into the dolls open mouth. She had clearly not forgotten the art of breast feeding. Our pose had not changed except that I had placed my hand on Renes right shoulder and was looking down at her breast and the baby’s head.
“Yes, that’s good,” said Kabbie. “Don’t move” She turned to retrieve a Polaroid Camera and as I looked up she was turning around causing her shirt tail to twirl a little too much. I could swear that she was wearing no underwear, or it could be that she was wearing such skimpy bikinis that it only appeared that she had nothing on underneath. As her back remained turned to us, my attention turned to her legs. Magnificent, smooth and shapely, all the way up to her ass. Kabbie was checking the film in the camera and bent over to open a drawer, removing a spare box of film when it became obvious that she indeed wore no panties. The tail of her shirt rode up far enough that I could plainly see her perfectly rounded bottom moons. She was also, quite obviously, shaven. This was a treat I thoroughly did not expect. I noticed Rene was looking up at me, having seen what I was staring at. She was smiling at me and I diverted my attention back to her pseudo breast feeding.
Kabbie turned back around and with the camera to her eye surprised us with a flash and the whir of the first photo being spit out. Moving to her left, another click, flash and whir. Her hand was expertly catching slowly developing photo’s as her writhe body moved about, catching different angles from front to back and various top and side angles. On one angle to my right profile she instructed me to move back slightly, taking one shot from a distance and another closer, the camera being aimed directly at my semi-flaccidness. I noticed her smile as she backed away.
“OK, relax a little while I re-load film and we’ll position another pose.” Kabbie said while looking over the dozen or so shots fanned out in her hand. She went to a nearby makeshift table of plywood and sawhorses. As she leaned forward to spread the photo’s her shirt rose up again. This time Rene and I looked at each other and smiled. I was hoping I wouldn’t rise up at Kabbie’s erotic display.
“OK, there’s one pose, my Polaroid is full. Now, let’s see, Rene come around to the opposite corner and Dean, instead of being behind her looking down, try lying down with your back to me and prop your head up to look at the baby. OK, but keep your legs straight, not bent. Good.” Fewer shots were taken of this pose, then she had Rene lie down to feed the doll while I sort of spooned in behind her, propping my head up to look down and across her shoulder. To get the right angle for this series of photo’s Kabbie found it necessary to squat more.
She made no attempt to hide herself as her shirt bunched up near her abdomen. Often she lowered herself to one knee. I knew my job was to look at my infant son being breast fed but between flashes my eyes couldn’t help but stray to a clear view, sometimes fully open view of Kabbie. With her looking through the view finder she had to know I was looking at her but she didn’t seem concerned. The problem I was having however was having this great view as well as being beside my naked wife, against her warm ass, I was now hard as steel. Rene couldn’t contain her awareness any longer and pressed back against me slightly. I knew it wouldn’t go down before changing positions again.
After maybe half a dozen shots in that pose, Kabbie suggested I sit up near the middle of Renes back and place my left hand on her hip. Oh no, there was nothing I could do but be embarrassed. I sat up, and stood out. Kabbie could not have helped but notice, but to her professional credit did not even crack a smile. But I know the last 2 or 3 photo’s had a full view of me. Several other poses were directed by Kabbie and more pictures taken.
“Wow, out of film again,” Kabbie chuckled. “Why don’t we take 15 minutes or so to get up and stretch, give us a chance to look at these poses and work the kinks out, or whatever,” the last part being said while looking straight at me with a smile. I asked where the bathroom was which Kabbie pointed out, luckily, to be behind me. I stood and turned in one motion and literally swaggered to the door. I wondered if my ass was as red as my face probably was.
I returned from the bathroom surprised to find Rene fully dressed and she and Kabbie having already decided on the pose to use. I thought we would have experimented with several more. They choose one of Rene seated with me behind her, fully erect and in plain view.
“Do you like the one we picked Baby?” Rene asked.
“Yea, that’s great, uh, looks good to me.”
“Looks real good to me,” Kabbie said. “In fact it looks very good, very good. She smiled directly at Rene and both women smiled, knowing what Kabbie was referring to.
The decision having been made we called it a day. Out next session would be Wednesday and we should be ready to sit in that pose much longer. The actual work was to begin.
The ride home was about 30 minutes. We were silent for perhaps 10 minutes when Rene asked if I was embarrassed.
“Embarrassed, why?” I said.
“You know, your erection.”
“Well, I have to admit, I was a little. But geez, I couldn’t help it.”
“I know, and I want you to know, it’s ok. But let me ask, was it being close to me or those beaver shots of Kabbie?”
“Mostly you. Especially at first, but as she became more visible, that did it.”
“Can’t blame you there Dean. I doubt many men could repress a hard-on with the view Kabbie has. I have to admit, surprisingly, I enjoyed her view too. She has a very pretty one doesn’t she?”
“Yes, a very pretty one. But let’s change the subject, I’m getting another hard-on.”
“What do you say we go home before picking up the kids?” Rene looked at me smiling.
Over the next few days leading to Wednesday, nothing was said concerning Kabbie’s peep show or of the upcoming session. On Wednesday morning however, a renewed excitement blossomed as we took the kids to their grandmother’s and headed to Kabbie’s loft.
Passing through the bookstore we had some time to kill so browsed the shelves. Rene found a wonderful title on sculpture with several large color plates. We bought the book and talked with the bookstore owner who was very friendly and talked highly of Kabbie’s talents and smiled knowingly, it seemed ,as we departed for upstairs. Rene thought the smile might have been a knowing hint that we had no underwear on, Renes idea of not having lines in our skin during the pose.
Kabbie heard us coming and her loft door opened before we ascended the stairs. She stood in the doorway, a striking sight, wearing a mid thigh robe of the material a smoking jacket would be made, aqua colored with a passion flower pattern.
“Hey you two, welcome back.”
Hugs were given and I could tell Kabbie wore no bra from the feel of her nipples against my chest. I had the feeling this would be another day of failed attempts to shun erections. Kabbie had tea prepared and filled our cups on the make shift plywood work table where the photo’s of the chosen pose were laid out. This was the first time I looked closely at them and I did like the pose they choose. My attention was drawn to my fully exposed, fully erect penis in each photo. Man, how embarrassing. As I was looking at them Rene told me I was turning red. Both women laughed as I put the photo’s back on the table.
Kabbie asked to see our book and explained some of the art as we sipped our tea. But time was getting away from us and it was time to go to work. Rene and I removed our clothing without waiting for Kabbie to leave the room this time. After all, she’d seen and photographed us capturing my erection in all it’s pulsing glory, so her leaving the room seemed silly. The room temperature was a little warmer than last session. We stepped onto the platform and took our places. Kabbie, with the aid of the photo’s made some final adjustments to our position.
An addition to the room was another smaller, more square platform on caster rollers on top of which was a large hunk of clay. Kabbie wheeled it into position and looked up at us to explain, “I began work on our project two days ago by preparing the base shapes which you see here, and with the photo’s as a guide removed more clay. Today I will remove some more clay, add a little to different areas and in about four hours or so you should be able to make out rough shaped human forms. Over the next two or three sessions the figures will begin to look like you two. Then in a final session, and probably the longest they will become you in every detail.”
“Fascinating,” I said.
“Are you warm enough?”, Kabbie asked as she picked up a tool from the table. “If not I can turn the heat up some more.”
“I’m fine” said Rene. I felt it a little warm but if Rene was comfortable, I wouldn’t say anything. Rene and I remained motionless except for our eyes which watched Kabbie’s deft hands. Kabbie remained standing all this time so no sneak peeks were offered. However, from the way she swayed back and forth and with arms almost in constant motion, her breasts swayed about causing her nipples to harden, revealing themselves beneath the smoothness of her robe. I was pleasantly relieved that I remained flaccid despite the observation and my wife’s warm skin against me.
As time wore on, Kabbie was beginning to form small beads of perspiration on her forehead. She laid her sculpting tool down and reached for a nearby towel. Wiping her forehead, she looked up at us.
“Listen, this work coupled with the room heat makes me a little warm and uncomfortable. Would you guys mind if I took my robe off and joined you in being naked?”
“Not at all” chimed Rene, “You don’t mind do you Dean?” I was not at all opposed, but a little surprised at Renes impromptu answer.
“No, please do Kabbie,” I said.
“Thank you.” Kabbie did not turn around or in any way attempt modesty, but simply untied her robe, letting it fall open. It slipped neatly off her shoulders into an accordion pile at her feet. She hooked it with one foot and expertly flipped it into a wooden chair perhaps 8 feet away.
“There, that’s better”, she said, standing totally naked before us. “Would you like a break for a light snack?”
Rene indicated yes “A break and something to eat would be nice” As for myself, as you might have guessed, I was becoming stiff and began to poke Rene in the back. She reached back and touched me in acknowledgment and very boldly said “It’s Ok dear, a normal male response. Besides, Kabbie and I agree that it’s beautiful and wouldn’t mind you walking around with a hard-on. Would you Kabbie?”
“No, not at all, if you don’t mind my straying eyes Rene. She’s right Dean, it’s beautiful.” Rene simply smiled at Kabbie’s teasing remark and stood up to reveal my swollen cock which bounced proudly as she stood. What could I say except thanks to their admiring comments and try not to turn red.
I would by no means put Kabbie above my wife who is a tremendous woman with a remarkably sexy body. Breasts of a woman much younger even after having breast fed two children and an ass that I still love to watch walk away. Also after two vaginal deliveries she knows the value of Kegal’s. Our lovemaking only gets more passionate. Kabbie, being a different build was a little thinner than Rene. Her breasts were high on her chest with nipples of perfection. A tattoo of a rose adorned her right breast with it’s stem and leaves with a few thorns twined around the aureole. Yoga kept her torso tight and as revealed previously, was shaved with the exception of a lovely little triangle of public hair just at the top. Another tattoo of a hummingbird, it’s beak reaching into the small patch of hair.
“Come on Rene, let’s go to the kitchen, I have some finger sandwiches and juice ready. “Make yourself at home Dean, we’ll be right back.”
They weren’t exactly right back, but gone almost 15 minutes. I was beginning to wonder what was taking them. They returned laughing and talking, Rene carrying a tray of sandwiches and Kabbie a tray of the same juice she served before. I knew not to question the length of their absence and took a sandwich quarter from the tray Rene offered. Kabbie placed a drink in my hand. I could feel a drop of pre-come beginning to dangle from my now soft but thickened penis and hoped she wouldn’t notice.
But I knew she did, her glance down as she offered me a napkin. Calmly, but not sure of her intention I used it to wipe my mouth. Kabbie turned to observe the progress of the clay and Rene stepped to my side and taking her finger, caught the drip of pre-cum, placing it to her lips just as Kabbie turned back around. The smile on Renes lips and the missing droplet no doubt caught Kabbie’s interest. She looked at Rene with a wonderful wanting smile. I couldn’t help but notice that these two women were very comfortable with each other, this being just our third visit and Rene didn’t appear the least bit jealous of my response to Kabbie’s nudity or comments. I thought it wise to just go with the flow, then Rene asked me a most surprising question.
“Dean, you know the display of penises on the shelf behind that divider? Well, Kabbie asked me if I would mind yours being added to the collection. Do you. I don’t. It would be kind of immortalized and deservedly so. What do you say?”
Kabbie was looking at me waiting for my response. “Dean, not only as a female but also as an artist I am fascinated by the different characteristics of penis’s. Small, large, soft, hard, semi-hard, each has it’s own uniqueness. As I have seen, and your wife so openly volunteered, ours has a quality of strength to match your body. I would love to add yours to the “Hall of Fame” if you will.”
“Well, yea, I suppose if Rene doesn’t care, it’s ok with me.” Man, what were they talking about in the kitchen and just how was she planning to do a sculpture of my penis. Of course the hall of fame idea sounded good to me.
After nearly finishing the snack and drink Kabbie suggested we return for a short session so she could take care of some items on her mind. Returning to the platform, again she made some minor corrections. This time she came around to my back and bent down. As I looked up I found her breasts fully in my face. I was in heaven and quickly hardening again. She reached down and positioned me saying “Just a little while longer and you’ll be able to take this beauty home and put it to good use.”
Rene giggled and said “We’ll have to go home again before picking up the kids.”
“Must be nice Rene,” Kabbie said. “I haven’t been laid in weeks. The vibrator can only substitute for so long.”
“That’s a shame Kabbie,” Rene replied.
“It’ll happen soon enough. Sex after a long drought with the right man is always worth waiting for.” Kabbie’s hand was caressing my hair as she said it.
Perhaps I could be of some assistance,” I interjected. Renes elbow found my ribs but she smiled as she jabbed me.
“Yes, perhaps,” Kabbie said as she stood to return to her clay. As she walked away from us my eyes fell immediately to her ass. Just like Renes, apple shaped, muscles firm and smoothly exciting. She had a tattoo of a Siamese cat with it’s back arched, hair standing on it’s back and mouth open in the midst of a warning hiss. To me this said treat me right or incur my wrath, or simply, don’t touch. I think more the former.
Kabbie went back to her clay only this time her breasts bobbed and weaved freely with her shoulders and arms. Her triangle was tremendous, boldly and artfully augmented with clean shaven smoothness and the erotic tattoo. My erection thought so too.
About 45 minutes later her work stopped again. Wiping her hands on a towel she looked at the days work, nodded approvingly and said “Let’s call it a day guys. Must not rush, better to take our time and make it perfect.”
“Well said Kabbie,” Rene added. “Not only that, I’m stiff and so is Dean.” All of us laughed out loud.
“Well listen, can we go again this Saturday night, say eight in the evening? I have to be out of town to visit friends during the day.”
Rene had anticipated this weekend and arranged for Grandma to take the kids for the entire weekend. I bet Grandma was wondering why she got the grand kids so often lately. “That’ll be great,” Rene exclaimed. “A little night work.”
“Yes, so to speak,” Kabbie agreed, smiling at us.
We gave hugs all around . We didn’t even stop to think about our nudity, Rene and Kabbie hugging an extra few seconds. I found that embrace both tender and erotic, their breasts crushed together and hands nearly down to each others ass. Kabbie came over to me. We hugged and she very deliberately stood on her tip toes to get as close to me as possible, knowing I was still hard, evidenced by an obvious tent. Rene only smiled with her head cocked slightly to one side. Kabbie’s breasts felt good against my chest.
“Well love, we’d better get dressed and go. I hope this hard-on gets put away before we get to the bottom of the stairs.
“Just don’t forget where it gets put away because I wanna go home first.” Rene’s comment was said to me but in Kabbie’s direction.
“Now you two stop it, that’s not fair. See you Saturday night.”
While driving home Rene asked if she and Kabbie’s goodbye embrace bothered me.
“No, not at all, in fact it was touching and if I were to admit, more than a little erotic. Does that bother you?”
“Not really. There’s something about Kabbie. She’s warm and open, easy to talk to and I find her exciting.” Rene turned her head back front and in a lower voice admitted that she wanted to kiss her.
“Don’t be ashamed Sweetheart.” I told her. “Just as my erections are normal, your attraction to her is also natural. Again, to be more exact, I found it a real turn on. And while on the subject, Kabbie’s hug with me was a pure invitation to a fuck, did you catch that?”
“Yes and as with you, I found it exciting. Baby, you had a hard-on most of the time, but believe me, I was just short of dripping. I’m so comfortable with her, in a trusting way, so what she did to you, touching your dick and the hug didn’t bother me. So what’cha say we step on it. I wanna get you home”
“You got it.”
When better than a half block from our house Rene was reaching for the garage door opener. She was acting more like a woman who had to pee real bad than extremely horny. We pulled into the garage and before the overhead had closed she had me out of my pants and was beginning to kiss and stroke it to fullness. Once hard, she was teasing me with kisses to the shaft. I reached for the lever beside the seat and slowly let the seat back recline as I moaned my approval.
I could feel an urgency to Renes oral but did not want to come this way, I wanted to feel her next to me. “What do you say we take this upstairs?” She seemed oblivious to my question and continued to suck and stroke me. “I’m about to come,’ I told her.
“Your choice Baby, here or upstairs, all I know is I want your orgasm.”
“Umm, nice, Let’s go upstairs because I want you’re orgasm too.”
We both scrambled out of the car and stopped at the door leading to the house, kissing and touching passionately before heading upstairs. Leaving a trail of clothes along the steps we reached the bedroom and fell in an embrace onto the large bed. Rene reached down and squeezed me hard as I turned my attention to her breasts, teasing and licking her erect nipples. I began to make my way down her abdomen when she let go.
“Where you going Baby?”
“It’s your turn, I’m going to steal an orgasm.”
“How about I just give it to you,” as she pushed lightly on the top of my head until my view was filled with her, full of hair and thick with her juices. She smelled wonderful and I took a deep breath of her. I just looked at her swollen lips before licking the outer most edge with the very tip of my tongue. Up and down, my tongue made it’s way teasing her clitoral hood with each pass. She indicated her eagerness by quietly sighing and raising her hips, wanting stronger contact.
Using my fingers I gently separated her lips. Starting at the bottom, in the tiny space between vagina and anus I traced small circles, ascending until I reached her entrance where I paused to dart and swirl. She reached down and pulled my head in closer. From there with her clit now mostly exposed, I flattened my tongue and drew it up and completely across her clit. She shuddered and nearly cried out. I now took to her clit, proceeding to get her off.
Her clit was indeed swollen. I circled it clock and counter-clock wise several times as my hands began to slide up her torso to her breasts. As my technique turned to light but fast flicking, my fingers found and teased her hard nipples. She arched her hips closer when I took her clit into my mouth and began to suck it, my tongue flicks getting stronger and fingers now pulling on her nipples. Suddenly her knees came up and her thighs tightened as several waves of orgasm overtook her. I tightened my lips on her clit and worked my tongue stronger, coaxing every deserved impact of her orgasm. Her laughter signaled it’s ending.
She pulled my head up and motioned me forward wanting me to enter her. I snaked upward in the same manner as I went down poised at her entrance. I lowered my outstretched arms and began to kiss her. She responded by inviting my tongue to join hers as simultaneously I easily entered her. She used her well toned muscles to caress me with squeezes then raised her hips as her hands grabbed my ass, pulling me deep into her. Our kiss became increasingly passionate as our hips began to sort of slow dance.
I knew that our built up passion would render me helpless in delaying my orgasm. Her squeezing muscles had me on the fire’s edge and she knew it. Rolling me off of her, she swiftly took the top and finished me, rocking me into orgasm. Sensing I was drained she slid off and down, letting my semi-hard cock trace a damp path along her torso, between her breasts to her open mouth when she made certain she had drained me thoroughly. Looking up she smiled, then suggested we shower before going to get the kids. A wonderful idea.
We soaped each other and washed each others hair in silence. Rene finally broke the silence with a question.
“Would you like to make love to Kabbie?”
We had talked about a threesome before. We were only talking though and I suggested, at that time, that it would be a real turn on for me to have a threesome that included another woman. I didn’t think it would ever pass the talking stage but I had to admit that Kabbie would be an excellent choice for the third.
“I would enjoy that, but only if you were equally involved.”
“That’s what I meant. The threesome we talked about some time ago. Do you think she would, I do.”
“She might, who knows, she seems to be an open spirit and has made no attempts to suppress it”, I added. “Who would ask her though?”
“Oh, I would. We talked pretty openly about your erection in the kitchen so I know she’s comfortable with me about sex talk.”
“I suspected you two were talking about me,” I said.
“All good baby, all good. She said you had a gorgeous cock.”
We left the warm water of the shower and without further discussion headed out to Grandma’s to retrieve our children. I believe a silent agreement had been reached.
Nothing more was said about the threesome for the remainder of the week. Saturday morning arrived and we took the kids and Grandma out to breakfast. Later Grandma took the kids for an extended spoiling trip to Kids R Us leaving Rene and I to ourselves. We had no particular plans to follow and in anticipation of the evenings posing session went back home and took a lengthy nap. We awoke around 3 and went to a restaurant near Kabbie’s loft for a late lunch then to an early afternoon movie. During the movie I asked Rene if she was going to approach Kabbie about the threesome.
“Yea, I thought I would wait until you found an excuse to leave the room, then I would bring it up.”
“Sounds good, I’ll be sure and have to pee. How do you plan to approach it?”
“I thought I’d let her know we had talked about a threesome recently and let it develop from there. Chances are she’ll extend the invitation once she’s aware of our interest.”
The movie was a French sub-titled one having to do with three university students. To be honest, I don’t think either of us had our thoughts on the plot. We finally left the theater about a half hour prior to our appointment with Kabbie and decided to browse the bookstore again.
We began to climb the staircase and again Kabbie beat our knock by opening the loft door, only this time she was fully and beautifully naked. She was also very wet, dripping from head to toe.
“Hey, your all wet”, I exclaimed.
“I just got out of the shower. I never dry off, you know, it’s best for your skin to air dry.”
“Really,” Rene questioned. “I have to try that.”
“Can I watch you dry?” I asked.
“So, how long can you guys stay tonight?” Kabbie asked. “I really feel good and could work all night.”
“Well, the kids are with Grandma for the weekend and we took a great nap today so we’re probably good for the night,” Rene volunteered. What a great opportunity for us. If Kabbie was up for an all-nighter, then this would be a perfect night for more than posing.
“Good deal, why don’t you guys get naked and I’ll get things ready.” Kabbie waltzed away, her gorgeous ass teasing me to follow. I noticed Rene was getting undressed and watching Kabbie walk away also. I began to undress, eager to begin and wondering at what opportunity Rene might broach the subject with Kabbie. I was excited and knew Rene was just as hungry to experience a threesome. But what if Kabbie declined and was offended? Somehow I didn’t think she would be, at least I hoped not.
Hand in hand we made our way to the platform and put ourselves right into position. Kabbie remarked that we both looked great tonight, she was obviously in a great mood. I couldn’t help but notice more had been done on the project than was completed last time. Details were beginning to show in torso’s and butts, Renes figure was nearly complete. I wanted to look closer to see if I had a hard-on in my figure. Kabbie went right to work with bare hands and sculpting tools. I loved watching her work and her being nude made it all that much nicer. Her skin was vibrant and her musculature resembled a sculpture come to life. Most outstanding tonight was the long cone between her thighs. I imagined a scoop of freshness and a scoop of clean, both with a hint of vanilla bean sitting on top of that cone. We had sat for about 45 minutes when Kabbie suggested a break. Wiping her hands clean she asked “Since you guys have the night, how about we work late and you just stay over tonight? I have plenty of room and we can have breakfast. A final session after breakfast and we should be able to wrap up the sitting.”
Rene and I look at each other in surprise and Rene answered “That sound like a great idea. My mom has the kids through tomorrow evening.” “I’m game,” I said.
“Tell ya’ what, you guys take the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“I think we’d rather you take the bed with us Kabbie,” Rene confessed.
“Really?” Kabbie was silent for a moment, then continued, “I fantasized a lot about you two but wasn’t sure if you would be into threesomes.”
“It’s something we’ve never done but have talked about experimenting with. I was going to ask you tonight.” Rene walked over and began to hug her. Kabbie responded and soon their embrace involved a passionate kiss. The sight of these two wonderful women in this passionate togetherness was beyond my fascination. Their breasts melding and molding into each others, their lips reaching and tongues tasting was tender. Rene moved her hand down the center of Kabbie’s side, touching each rib with fingertips until it reached her hip. She pulled her closer and met Kabbie’s pelvis with her own. Rene began to move her fingers as if petting the tattooed Siamese Cat on Kabbie’s ass. Kabbie’s left hand followed the same journey and then simply rested fully on Renes hip, near the bottom, cupping it and lightly squeezing. I couldn’t see but knew her right hand was cupping Renes left breast.
I had seemed to forget for a moment that this was my wife standing before me in passionate embrace with a woman. The scene was too priceless, almost ethereal to allow reality to upset or let the boundary of emotion enter it. Rene was a passionate woman, I had always known that and seeing her now made me understand that her passion wanted to explore newness, the inexperienced. I kind of had the feeling that I should quietly sneak away to leave them alone. I enjoyed watching ,but I wanted to leave them, for just a moment or two. My erection lead the way to the bathroom. When I returned they were sitting on the platform quietly talking, holding hands. Kabbie was explaining that she had known she was bisexual since her early teens. She had also confessed that she had never done a threesome either but her attraction to us brought about fantasies and a desire to experiment. I walked over and sat next to Kabbie.
“So, what’s next guys, do we go back to work or what?”
“I’m voting for what,” Rene said, followed by Kabbie’s “Sounds wonderful, lets start right here.”
With that Kabbie reached over and placed her hand on my thigh, slowly beginning to move it up. Rene decided she wanted to watch another woman suck her man to get things going. “Do you mind if I watch you suck him Kabbie?” she asked. Without answering Kabbie pushed on my chest until I was lying down on the platform, legs over the side. She moved around to her knees and using both hands began to stroke me to full hardness. Rene leaned back to rest her head on her arm, watching Kabbie work.
Kabbie’s hands were wonderfully strong, warm and soft. She stroked my shaft and used her thumbs to caress the head. Then with one thumb pressed the head against my stomach, lowered her head and beginning at my balls licked me all the way to the bluish head. She did this up and down, on both sides and the middle. Her free hand was rubbing my chest and stomach. With delightful swiftness she stood it back up and began to kiss the head, giving gentle sucks at the opening as pre-cum began to form. Rene began to stroke my hair, quietly watching Kabbie’s technique. Kabbie then began to take the head into her mouth just to the outer most rim, teasing with her tongue before slowly drawing it back out. Rene leaned her head down and began to kiss me on the lips. Slowly, but with some force Kabbie began drawing more and more of me into her mouth. With Renes tongue and Kabbie’s wonderful technique I was afraid of coming, but I wanted to enjoy both women so asked Kabbie to trade with Rene. I motioned her up to me, indicating I wanted to taste her. As Kabbie raised up to her knees she inched upwards to my face. Rene moved down to my cock and began rubbing Kabbie’s saliva around it’ head. Kabbie, in all her shaven glory was now over my mouth and I had to take time to look before she lowered herself.
I was right, fresh and clean with a hint of vanilla bean. I had never been this close to a shaved pussy before. It was beautiful, slightly darker around the lips than it’s outer edges. She was not wet to the point of thickness but nicely coated and shiny. I reached up and parted her lips to expose a light pink fieriness inside. Her clitoral hood strained against a wanting clit. My hand moved out and back around to her ass and I snugly motioned her to approach my mouth so I could explore her. Rene by this time was nearly gobbling me. My attention to Kabbie, and Renes attention to me was unbelievable. I had always had a fantasy of eating pussy while getting a blow job.
My tongue began to reach out to Kabbie’s glistening wetness. I ran it along her outer edges, close to the thighs and with each pass brought it closer until I was using my tongue to open her lips. Reaching her clit, she lowered herself closer, giving me full control of her.
Renes experience with my cock told her that much more oral and I would come. She eased off, giving it a rest to let the fire cool down. I could tell she was watching my tongue caress Kabbie’s clit. After a few moments of watching she got up and straddled me, at first just rubbing herself along the length of my shaft.
Kabbie was close to coming. She reached behind her and took my hands and guided them to her breasts. Her nipples were hard and she pressed my palms onto them, guiding my hands in circles. I was flicking and circling her clit and I noticed her moisture had increased, smearing my beard and mouth.
Rene stopped stroking me with her lips and reached down to insert me into her. Once at her teasing entrance she sat back, engulfing my cock and began to ride and squeeze me. Eating pussy and being fucked is the ultimate sensation. My tongue increased speed and pressure on Kabbie’s clit as I drew it into my mouth, beginning to lightly suck it. Rene kept her thrusts even and squeezed less. She knew I was about to come and clearly did not want me to, not yet anyway. Kabbie’s head was thrown back and her pussy was literally smashed against my mouth. I began to suck and flick her clit to match her fierceness and with wild hands she grabbed my head and began to climax hard, her thighs and stomach quivering with each wave. She cried out and Rene stopped to watch the event overtaking Kabbie. Her orgasm lasted longer that I thought possible, it must have been a long time since she had one. As it began to subside she released my head and slumped forward onto her arms. She said “Wow, what a tongue. That’s the wildest orgasm I’ve ever had. Whew.” Her eyes were red and I could see tears.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked. “No, no, it’s just that the orgasm was powerful and it had been so long since I’d been eaten. I want you in me now.”
She looked behind her and saw Rene smiling at her. “Could I talk you into a trade Rene?” “I’ve been saving him for you,” Rene replied. With that, Rene gave me a final squeeze then rode me out slowly. Kabbie composed herself then got up as Rene began to slide up to take Kabbie’s place.
“Take him slow and easy and he’ll last awhile longer,” Rene advised Kabbie. Kabbie took a reverse position on my cock, giving me a wonderful view of her great ass. Rene had moved up and turned around to watch Kabbie take me in. I reached up to my wife’s equally magnificent ass and pulled her down to my rested eager tongue. Kabbie reached under and began to place my cock to her swollen, pouting lips, then lowered herself all the way down. Once she had all of me there was to take, she simply sat there and moaned. Rene joined her in chorus as soon as my tongue found her clit.
Kabbie was well toned and tight. Her pussy gripped equally as well as Renes. She heeded Renes advise and began to plunge slowly, almost calculatedly . As she did Rene lowered herself in closer. Rene, in not wanting me to come too quickly had denied herself orgasm and was clearly eager for her first. I knew just how to trigger her release by sucking her clit into my mouth and running the flat of my tongue back and forth while I grabbed her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, twisting gently and pulling at the same time. As her orgasm approached, Kabbie began to quicken her pace. I pulled back on Kabbie’s hips to increase contact with her clit. My hopes were that the three of us would come at the same time but this wasn’t going to happen as Rene released an overpowering orgasm. Moments later Kabbie began to reach her second and just before hers, I unloaded deep into Kabbie. As the last of my cum shot out she wrapped me tightly inside of her, clutching me tightly. Her orgasm was finished but she held me in her, letting me soften. A few slippery minutes later I fell free. She got up and laid down, followed by Rene. We were three spent and very satisfied lovers, quiet in the wake of our first threesome.
A mutual decision was made to move this threesome to bed. We were not really tired though and did not go to sleep. I lay in the middle and both girls were trying to harden me up again but as is my usual custom, I rarely achieve a successive erection, and if I do I almost never come twice in the same night. I must say though that Kabbie and Renes hands on me, stroking me together felt wonderful.
“Would you like to watch me eat your wife?” asked Kabbie. “After all, she saved you for me and deserves a second orgasm.”
“I would love that, if Rene is not too sensitive and wants a second.”
“I’m always up for two and no, my clit is fine now. I’ve never been eaten by a woman and would love to have Kabbie be the first.” Rene eagerly responded. “Have you ever touched or eaten a woman?” Kabbie asked Rene.
“No, I have touched one but never performed oral on a woman.” Rene replied.
“Then how about we excite your husband by sixty-nining?”
“Great idea Kabbie. That way I can experience both eating and being eaten, woman to woman, for the first time at the same time.” Rene was ready.
Both of them raised to their knees as I rolled under Rene to give more room. They began with embracing and kissing each other. Kabbie then began to fondle and kiss Renes breasts as Renes hands moved to Kabbie’s ass, clutching and stroking it with care. Rene rolled Kabbie onto her back and moved her head down to her breasts to return the fondling and sucking of nipples. Rene then turned sideways and kissed Kabbie all the way down to her pussy. Kabbie reached out to Renes thigh and guided it over her head. The were in position to give me a very erotic and tender display of oral sex, woman style.
There must be something instinctive about women when it comes to oral sex. Rene, being the inexperienced one, to my surprise, looked like an expert who had a lifetime of experience. Her gentle hands handled Kabbie with care, caressing and stroking her inner thighs and outer portion of her pussy. As Renes hands explored, her kisses landed softly about the tops of Kabbie’s thighs and around the small triangle of pubic hair. As this was taking place, Kabbie closed her eyes as her hands cupped and explored Renes ass. She ran her hands all about each hip and ran two fingers down the middle, at one point circling the perimeter of her anus. Pulling Rene down a little closer, Kabbie began to run her tongue tip along the triangle formed by Renes thighs where they met the outermost region of her pussy, down to between anus and pussy and along the top. Neither woman seemed to be in any hurry to bring orgasm along. They were patient and caring, exploring and tasting each other.
After several minutes of this Rene began to kiss Kabbie’s shaved outer lips. Using her hands on the inside of Kabbie’s thighs, Rene pushed her legs wide open, giving her better access. Renes finger tips ran up and down Kabbie’s inner thighs while as she administered well placed kisses. Kabbie was purring and cooing from Renes tickling fingers and tasting lips. Kabbie then brought her two index fingers to Renes lips and separated them. She placed one finger at Renes slippery entrance and circled it several times before inserting the finger into her. Kabbie’s finger began to plunge in and out, evenly paced. Her other hand reached under and began to caress Renes dangling breasts.
Renes stomach and hips were beginning to shake in response to Kabbie’s fingers. She now opened Kabbie expertly with two fingers of one hand and began to kiss the inner portions of Kabbie. Neither woman had begun to make contact with the others clitoris. I could swear both were on the very edge of orgasm but their ministrations continued patiently and carefully.
After several more minutes Rene began to run the tip of her tongue up and down the length of Kabbie, slowly at first, then quickening her pace. She made deliberate passes over her clit then back down. As Renes tongue quickened, Kabbie paused her actions to Rene and let her head rest on the mattress. Kabbie’s eyes closed and she began to roll her head from side to side. Her thighs came closer together and her ass tightened. Rene did not change but kept up her quick tongue action, up and down with deliberate passes over Kabbie’s clit. Kabbie began to moan with oh’s and yes’s becoming louder, her hands now at Renes thighs with fist’s clinched.
Suddenly her hips began to rise and fall against Renes mouth as Kabbie exploded in orgasm, wave upon wave of orgasm. As this occurred, Rene reached under Kabbie’s ass and pulled her closer to keep contact and motion as Kabbie’ orgasm continued. As it began to subside, Rene released her grip and simply rested her head on Kabbie’s swollen, soaked and apparently exhausted pussy.
Both women rested several minutes. I reached out and began to stroke Renes hair as she rested her head on her new pillow. Apparently recuperated from her orgasm, Kabbie began to manipulate Reneonce again. Her fingers began to stroke and part her. Before long her tongue was busy, probing and flicking and searching. She migrated to Renes clit and with probing tongue tip began to rotate it, pressing in on it. Rene closed her eyes and whispered “Oh my God” Kabbie did not stop, slow down or speed up, just remained constant until Renes hips tensed and lowered as she came fully down onto Kabbie’s mouth and tongue. Rene reached out and took my hand in hers. As her hand squeezed mine I knew she was about to let go. She finally did, with such force as I’ve never seen her come with before. Renes grip on my hand didn’t release until the waves of orgasm failed to continue. She opened her eyes and looked at me then said “That was so very wonderful, I can’t believe it.” She rolled onto her back and Kabbie said “Well Dean, did you enjoy that as much as we did?”
“Oh yea, and learned a thing or two as well.”
“Good, I’m glad you liked it,” she responded as her head fell back to the mattress.
Rene said nothing, laying back, her hand on her pussy, just holding it. This was my wife I just watched eating and being eaten by another woman. Wow, what a sight, and a turn-on. I believed that with a little help, I could get hard again. Both girls got up from the bed and walked hand in hand to the bathroom. I laid back and reached down and began to stroke myself. They weren’t gone long and when they returned I was still stroking my cock, now stiff but not rock hard.
“Maybe we can help,” Kabbie said. She approached me from one side and Rene took the other. Rene moved my hand away and took over, stroking me long and slowly. Kabbie positioned her head directly over my cock and began to swirl her tongue around it’s head. I was getting stiffer by the moment. Kabbie next took my cock head into her mouth and began to suck hard, her tongue toying with the opening. Renes hand pressure and speed increased, her other hand holding my balls.
“Mm, dual action, this is great,” I managed to say.
“We’re gonna get you off again Baby,” Rene said as her hand pumped me, and Kabbie’s
sucking increasing.
After a few minutes Kabbie’s mouth needed a break. I was not that easy to get off the second time. Rene was determined however and immediately took over sucking me. Kabbie assumed the role of pumping my shaft. Some moments later it began to happen. I could feel my cock thickening and the familiar sensation of coming beginning in my groin. I arched my hips a little and Rene began to move her mouth up and down as Kabbie began stroking faster. When the first sperm began to squirt out, Rene released my cock head and both began to lick it, catching sperm on their tongues as I came. Rene had put her hand over Kabbie’s and both of them pumped me until all the sperm was out. It was a hard fought battle but they succeeded. By this time, we all simply laid back, silent. The clock on the night stand read 2:45AM.
I was awakened by the sound of someone in the bathroom peeing. The clock was just flipping to 10:00AM. Rene was at my side, ass against me, soundly sleeping. Kabbie came back to the bed and quietly slipped in beside me. Somehow during the night we’d been covered by a blanket.
As Kabbie slipped in she inched closer to me, trying not to wake Rene. She looked at me, rolled to her side and lowered her lips to mine, giving me a deep kiss. She broke it and whispered “Thank you for last night, it was more than I dreamed of.”
“Your welcome,” I whispered back.
Her hand reached over to my chest then down my stomach until it found my cock, by this time very hard. It’s amazing what a little sleep can do for a tired hard-on. She rubbed her palm over it’s head causing me to jump and wake Rene.
“Good morning sweethearts,’ she mumbled to both of us. “Last night was beautiful Kabbie, the thanks goes to you.”
“I’m just glad it happened,” Kabbie whispered. Her hand now wrapped around my shaft lightly jacking me up and down.
Rene reached back and patted me on the thigh and sleepily said “Why don’t you two go out to the platform and give each other a good healthy fuck. My pussy is wore out and I’d rather lay here and sleep.”
“Are you sure Baby,” I asked.
“Yes, darling, it’s fine, just keep the noise down.”
I looked over at Kabbie, her hand still on me. She smiled and whispered “Let’s go and let Rene rest, poor girl.”
I leaned over and kissed Rene lightly on the shoulder. She reached out and gently touched my balls then squeezed Kabbie’s hand reassuringly and said “Have fun you two, good night.” Kabbie and I slipped out of bed and Rene pulled the covers about herself tightly. Kabbie closed the door quietly behind us.
Once we got to the platform it was apparent that Kabbie had not slept. The sculpture had been worked on extensively and seemed very close to finished. I asked Kabbie if she had slept at all and she said no, she was too keyed up from great sex and that she does her best work at night anyway. She added that though it looked to be near completion, it had a lot of detail work yet to be done.
We turned and faced each other. She reached out and took my hand, leading me to the platform. It still smelled of sex. We lay down and began kissing and touching. As my hand found her breasts, she had my cock back in her hand. Our prelude of foreplay did not last long. She moved her head down to my pulsing cock and moved her pussy over my face and we began to sixty-nine, leisurely and patiently. I remembered watching her eat Rene and practiced taking my time, pacing my tongue, savoring her, inside and out. She likewise was in no hurry to taste cum. At times it was apparent that she was just looking and touching. Using her fingertips she would trace a vein or circle the rim of its head. She began placing gentle kisses to it’s very tip, then take only the head into her mouth, slowly drawing it back out. I used my fingers to map her damp lips, now and then moving a finger between them, then to my mouth to taste. She was so smooth, not a hair anywhere. I parted her lips wide and tasted every space I could reach. I brushed her clit with a fingertip causing a shudder and a whisper “Take it and make me come.” My tongue moved slowly to her clit that sparkled with her juices and just touched it. She lowered herself more and I took her clit between my lips, holding it tight while I quickly, but barely touching, flicked up and down. She rested her cheek on my cock, waiting for me to make her come. I switched to two fingers to hold her open then used my free hand to stroke the cleavage separating the halves of her ass. My fingers crossed her anus and tickled the spot just below it. She was beginning to tense up, and moaned, then said “I’m about to come, play with my ass hole.” I took my thumb and drew it across her tight pink little hole. My lips and tongue increased pressure as I placed my thumb directly on her anus and began to push against it while moving it in circles. I could hear her little cries of approval as she buried her pussy completely onto my face and exploded in orgasm that swept her entire body.
“Umm, that can be fun every now and then.” She said as her body settled. That was a new one for me.
Kabbie began to rub my cock against her soft cheek as I stroked her wonderful ass still poised above me. She took the base of the shaft into her hand and began brushing me against her lips, sticking the tip of her tongue out, causing me to shiver. Then she began sucking little kisses on the head as her hand moved the skin of my shaft up and down. Suddenly she took me into her mouth, sucking hard. It felt as though she had all of me. Her hand held it as she worked up and down until she could feel that I was coming. Her mouth came off and she said “I want you in me, from behind.” She rolled off of me onto all fours and I came up to me knees, positioning myself behind her. I placed my length along her ass and slowly drew it down, over her anus and to her shimmering smoothness. The head slipped in easily and I paused a moment, enjoying her warmth. She pushed back slowly taking every inch of me, squeezing with her muscles until she had me buried. I began to draw myself out to my head, then pushed back in, slow and deliberately, fully in then out as though I was studying her, memorized by her terrain. She asked for more speed. As I did she reached back with one hand and began to masturbate herself. Soon she was pushing back as I thrust forward, and before long she was quivering with another orgasm. I began to pump harder and faster and she matched my every move, “Come on Baby, give me your cock and your cum, I want it now, umm, deep in my pussy.” I did, for what seemed like forever, then my cock spit cum as her squeezing sucked it out of me.
I began to get soft and was slipping out. Kabbie let me fall out naturally then turned around. She took my soaked soft cock and began to pump it. White fluid came to the surface and she licked it off, then put all of my soft cock in her mouth and drew it out. ” I love the taste of myself,” she said, coming up to her knees. We fell into an embrace and she whispered in my ear “Your a great fuck Dean. Rene is so lucky.” “Thank you”, I whispered back, “Your pretty wonderful yourself.”
>From behind us, standing in the doorway Rene had apparently been watching. “You two put on a hell of a show. That was better than any X-flick I’ve ever seen.”
“How long have you been there?” I asked.
“The whole time. I faked being sleepy because I wanted to watch you fuck Kabbie. Just a private fantasy of mine. You were great. You aren’t mad are you?”
“No, just a little surprised” I said.
“Didn’t you want to join us?” Kabbie asked.
“No, no. I really just enjoyed watching you both. I have not watched a more passionate fuck, you were both really into it.”
Kabbie excused herself to the bathroom saying “I’m beginning to drip, be right back.”
As I got up from the platform Rene walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I really hope you’re not mad at me Dean. I really enjoyed watching you and Kabbie. I would have joined but my stomach’s sore from coming so hard.”
“It’s Ok, I’m not mad. I’m glad I didn’t know you were there other wise I would have been self conscious.”
Kabbie came out of the bathroom and joined us, all three of us still naked. The time had gotten beyond us again and Rene and I decided it was time to go. Kabbie complained but understood we needed to get the kids. We got dressed, said our good-byes and hugged and kissed and made our way back down the narrow staircase. It didn’t occur to any of us that another appointment to sit had escaped us.
In the next few days Rene attempted to contact Kabbie to see when she wanted another sitting. Kabbie was no where to be found and had no answering machine. The following weekend we took the kids with us to see if we could find her at home. The bookstore owner explained that she had left unexpectedly for New York City to do a show and didn’t know when she would be back. We thought it best to be patient, knowing that when she returned she would contact us.
Several weeks passed and still no word from Kabbie. Then we received a card from UPS that we had a large package which they attempted to deliver unsuccessfully and could be come get it. The amount of insurance on the package was $5,000.00. The next day we went to get it discovering we needed a pick-up. I borrowed one from a friend and with help from a UPS employee got it onto the truck and headed home. Rene and I struggled to get it into the house.
We eagerly opened it and right on top was a letter from Kabbie.
Dear Dean and Rene
I sincerely hope this letter finds you both healthy and
happy. I apologize for not contacting you but I got an im-
promptu invitation to do a large show in NYC which was very
successful. Enough so in fact that I sold out my interest in the
loft and have relocated to Arizona.
I send this sculpture to you as a gift in the hopes you will
always remember me as I will you. Thank you for a wonderful
night together and your wonderful idea.
Kabbie
Inside the box was the sculpture, glazed in white, of Rene and I, which Kabbie entitled “The Triad.” It was absolutely magnificent. Also at the bottom, tucked into a corner was a smaller box addressed to Rene. She opened it to find another note from Kabbie along with an exact glazed clay sculpture of, you guessed it, my hard-on.
Rene and I did not suffer in the least from our experience of a threesome, though we have not had another since. Our love making has increased and is more exciting than ever. It has been a long time since Kabbie and thanks to “The Triad” we have never forgotten, nor regretted that encounter.