Archive-name: 3plus/bird3xxx.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Bird in the Hand Carolyn awoke and looked at the clock beside her bed. It was 2:35 A.M. and she was wide awake again. Ever since her date with Don, she had not slept the night through, but awakened two or three times with visions of her with him and Connie in any number of steamy circumstances. This night, it had been the three of them locked in an oral triangle. Her breasts were swollen and erect, and her pussy was flooded with the excitement of her dream. "Damn!" she swore reaching for the phone. "Enough is enough!" "Hi," she said when the other party answered. "What are you doing?" "I was sleeping," came the groggy reply. "Is this Carolyn?" "Of course it is, Alan. How many other horny women call you in the middle of the night?" There was a moment of silence before his reply. "Wait a minute. I'm counting," he told her. "What's up?" "My nipples," Carolyn breathed to him. "I wish you were here to suck them." There was no reply. "Alan? Are you there?" "I was just pulling down the sheet. Are you going to make me jerk off again tonight, Carolyn?" "Why don't you come over and do it here - or let me do it for you? I want your cock, Alan," Carolyn breathed into the phone. "Damn it! We've been through all that, Carolyn. I can't give you what you want, so don't ask me for just part of it." "Don't you like my pussy?" "Hell, I love it!" the man replied. "I just can't get used to sharing it with anybody else, and you won't be tied down. So that doesn't leave us very much hope, does it?" "I've been dreaming about your big dick," she said, ignoring his allusions to her refusal to stop seeing other men while she dated him. "Carolyn! I can't take this!" "Then come over and stick it in my cunt and my mouth. I want to eat your cock, Alan!" The line was silent. "Alan, I have two of my fingers in my pussy and its getting so wet! Please come and fuck me!" There was a deep sigh on the other end of the phone and then Alan cleared his throat. "I can't do it," he told her. "I'm sorry, Carolyn. I just can't take the roller-coaster ride!" Carolyn swore under her breath as she hung up the phone and opened the drawer of her nightstand. Inside was a girl's best friend - her vibrator with a tube of flavored lubricant. She turned it on and pressed it to her clitoris. With the other hand, she picked up the phone and dialed again. Connie's voice was barely audible. "This is Carolyn. I'm sorry I woke you up, Connie, but I just had to talk to you." "Carolyn?" The woman on the other end was instantly awake. "It's all right. I was just sleeping. Is anything wrong?" Connie asked. "I guess not. It's just ... ever since I was with you and Don, I keep waking up in the middle of the night. It's sort of weird." "Guilty conscience?" Connie asked. "You've got to be kidding! Just the opposite. I know we don't know each other all that well, but you and Don really turned me on, Connie. I don't know what to do about it." Connie chuckled softly and Carolyn could hear her stirring in the bedclothes. "I have to go to work in the morning, or I would suggest getting together right now. I usually don't go one on one with a woman, but there are always exceptions to every rule," Connie told her. "That would be great," Carolyn sighed. "I'm like that, too, but it was different with you. I don't know why it's affected me like this, but it has." "Maybe it was Don. He has that kind of effect on people. How long have you known him?" Connie asked. "We work together. Actually, we never dated before. Last night was sort of an experiment, I guess. Wow!" "Maybe we can do it again sometime," Connie murmured and yawned into the phone. "Do you mean that?" "Sure," Connie answered and yawned once more. "Call me tomorrow." Carolyn said goodbye and hung up the phone, running the humming vibrator over her clitoris until she felt the familiar rush of her orgasm building. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the memory of Connie's fleshy thighs against her cheek and the taste of her pussy as wave after wave on sensation washed over her. The two of them, she knew, had only scratched the tip of the iceberg of passion! Don rolled over and put his arms around the ample body next to him, his cock lying along the deep crease of her buttocks. He felt her behind pressing back against him as he caressed her breast. "Who was that?" he asked as she hung up the phone. "A friend of yours." "Carolyn?" "Uh huh." Don was silent. "Well?" she asked. "Well what?" "Aren't you going to ask what she wanted?" His hand went down to the hairy flesh between her thighs. "I know what she wants. The question is - is she going to get it?" "I don't know," Connie answered quietly. "She's different, isn't she?" "Different?" "You know, it's like she... never mind." "You like her, don't you?" "She was nice." Connie was cut off by a probing finger that suddenly found her clitoris. She twisted around and kissed the man next to her. "Did we turn you on?" she asked with a husky voice. "You know it! I think she loves your ass almost as much as I do." She felt his other hand slip down between her buttocks and probed the tender flesh of her behind. It was a relatively new area of eroticism that he had found for her and she wondered what new treat would be in store this morning. The answer came quickly as he turned her on her stomach and spread her legs. While he probed her cunt as deeply as his fingers could reach, she felt his tongue at the base of her spine beginning its slow journey down to the twitching flesh of her pussy. She moaned in ecstasy as he tickled her asshole with the tip of his tongue and then ran it down to the opening of her wet cunt. Spreading the lips with his fingers, he tongue-fucked her for a few moments and then went back to tickling her behind. This time, one finger probed inside her ass as he continued to kiss the broad, sensitive globes of her behind. "Please be careful, Don," she murmured. "I don't like it when it hurts." Without removing his finger, he rose and kissed her deeply. She could taste her pussy on his lips and was vaguely aware that the sensation around her asshole had become more acute - and more pleasurable as the kiss went on. Then he withdrew and his tongue ran from the base of her neck all the way down her spine to where his fingers continued to excite her most secret pleasure centers. She gave herself up to the pleasure he was giving and felt her ass stretched wider and wider as he worked more fingers into the tender hole. Unlike previous occasions, the feeling was not one of pain, but of gradual pleasure of a kind she never before felt. She let him open her legs as widely as she could and when he knelt between them, she knew what would happen next and involuntarily flinched as the head of his cock pushed firmly against the excited ring of her anus. His fingers pulled her full cheeks apart as he pressed slowly and gently forward. Before she knew it, she felt herself filling up with his cock in a way she had never before known, and she felt the muscles of her anus relaxing to admit the slippery cock that was now sliding back and forth. "Stick your finger up your pussy," he told her. She did and felt the odd sensation of his cock moving on the other side of the thin wall of tissue. The thought excited her further and she moved her ass back and forth, trying to increase the sensations inside her. "Do you like it?" he whispered. "Oh, Don! I was so afraid you were going to hurt me. It feels so good, though." Indeed, she felt as if she was stretched open to her utmost, and each time he thrust his cock into her, she answered with a thrust of her ass. Men had always liked her ass, it seemed. This, though, was the ultimate in fanny-worship, she thought, and arched her back as Don's movements began to tell her he was starting to come. The motion excited her too, and she rubbed her clitoris harder and harder as Don continued to fuck her asshole, moaning and pumping his come into her. When they were finished they held each other for a long while without talking. His lips were near her ear and she felt his breath against the tender part of her neck. They showered together and looked at the clock. It was nearly time for them to leave for work. Don dressed and went to the door. "Dinner?" he asked just before he opened it. Connie looked up at him. "Like a date?" "Six-thirty. See you." He was gone and she stood looking at the closed door. When she was twenty, she had given herself body and soul to a man ten years older, and when the bubble burst, she had been totally devastated. He turned out to be quite married with no desire to change things; the two of them had an absolutely stupendous sex life, and would stay awake long into the night talking after the strength had drained from them. Connie had been ready to leave everything for him, but he wanted no part of a permanent rela- tionship. It had been Carlie who had brought her back to the land of the living by insisting she find a new lover immediately and forget about moonlight and roses. Together, the two women went to Mexico for a weekend to spend among the gigolos until they were both fully satiated. At one point, they ran out of men, and Carlie jokingly suggested they improvise with one another. When Connie jokingly agreed, Carlie produced a vibrator and jokingly began using it on herself. By the time they were done joking, they had jokingly eaten one another and used up the batteries in the vibrator. Connie, somewhere along the line, confessed her affair with Cathy and Carlie confessed more affairs than she could remember. When they returned from their trip, Connie invited her lover to a motel for a threesome with her aunt. The two women stripped him and tied him to the bed, one eating him while he ate the other. They made him come repeatedly until his chest and stomach was covered with sperm. Then they dressed and left him, tied spread-eagle on the bed. Just before they walked out, Connie called his wife and told her where to find her husband. She was never proud of herself for doing it, but she felt it restored her self-respect. If he had been honest, she knew, she would have never been so hurt. Carlie laughed for three weeks. Ever since then, she had kept sex in perspective and took care not to confuse a good lay with moonlight and roses. Don had fallen into the first category but, Connie's defenses were falling slowly but surely. As much as she wanted to regard him as nothing more than a hot night between the sheets, she sensed a special chemistry that raised danger signals. But she ignored them and continued increasing her involvement with him. Neither of them asked anything of the other, but Connie was ready to restrict her love life to him and him alone, were he to ask. But, she knew, he would never ask - and she was happier for it. There were still a thousand Carolyns in the world and as many Raymonds, Phillips and, perhaps, even one or two more Dons. Carolyn stepped from the shower and rubbed herself briskly with a large towel. She loved the feeling of the soft material brushing over her skin and continued rubbing long after she was dry. Her breasts tingled with the excitement of the towel and her nipples stood erect and sensitive. She licked her fingers and teased one while she continued to towel her crotch with the other hand. Damn Alan, she swore to herself. She had dated him for almost a year, and the two of them had experienced a complete panacea of pleasure together. Eventually, though, he had become serious and possessive, constantly talking about getting married and settling down. She was not ready for that, and knew that a marriage would end in disaster. He would not listen, though, and finally broke off their relationship. She closed her eyes and remembered one of their last times together as the towel slipped away and she continued rubbing her clitoris. He had tied her to the bed that night, and tickled her continuously with a long feather. AT first it had tickled only a bit, but then the sensation began to build. He had not let up, but continued to run the long feather over her most sensitive parts as she squealed and twisted on the bed. When she was almost ready to explode, he stopped and climbed up on the bed to thrust his cock into her mouth. As she sucked him, he reached back and continued rubbing the feather up the inside of her thighs and across her inflamed pussy. She came as he was flooding her mouth with come, and she kept on coming as he dropped the feather and fingered her sensitive pussy. He knew just how to make her come, all right. She remembered the feel of his lips on her clitoris as she concentrated on her growing orgasm. Looking down at her crotch, she imagined his head their, but the picture became the light blonde hair and the mouth became Connie's as Carolyn began to come. She went to her bedroom and sat on the edge of her bed to slip on her pantyhose. She would probably be seeing Don today, and she wondered how he would react to her after the night the three of them spent together. She also wondered how he would react if he knew she planned to meet Connie on her own. She had a feeling he would not care. It was Don, she knew, who had set her up to see Connie watching them. She smiled as she pulled a soft sweater over her braless tits and wondered if Don was as bi- as his women. She suspected that perhaps he was and a plan began to form in the back of her mind. When she got to work, she dialed Connie's number and made a date to meet her for lunch. At mid-morning, she bumped into Don as she went to get coffee. "Hello," she said saucily. "I enjoyed our date last night. You know how to treat a girl to a different evening!" Don smiled and looked around to make sure no one else was in earshot. "The pleasure was all mine," he told her. "I wouldn't bet on it!" she laughed. He laughed. "Connie enjoyed meeting you," he said. "Maybe we should do it again sometime." "Count on it!" she told him and went back to her office. She met Connie at lunch and after some small talk, she told her what she was planning. Connie listened intently as Carolyn talked. "I thought you were just interested in the two of us," she said at last. "I didn't realize you were interested in a foursome." Carolyn looked down at the tabletop and then directly at Connie. "That hasn't changed," she told her. "I still want it with you one on one. How about you?" "I'd like that, I think," Connie replied softly. "And the other sounds good too. I'd like to see Don in action with another guy and see how he likes..." "Oh my!" Carolyn teased. "Don't tell me that rascal has gotten to your backdoor!" Connie blushed and looked away. Carolyn reached out and put her hand on the other woman's arm. "I didn't mean anything, Connie. I mean, I've done it a couple of times, too. It just hurts too much for me to enjoy a whole lot, and Don's so big!" "He's not so bad," Connie told her with a shy smile. "But it's not something I'd like for a steady diet." "Are you busy tonight?" Carolyn asked. "Actually, I am. Don's taking me to dinner. Believe it or not, it's our first date. But maybe we could get together tomorrow or the next evening." "Tomorrow, then. Come to my place after work for dinner. Bring your toothbrush, if you want," Carolyn added coyly. "All right," Connie agreed, her breath beginning to shorten for some reason. The pact the two women were making was surprisingly exciting for her, as she could see it was for Carolyn. "I feel like a schoolgirl," she laughed, trying to break the tension building in her. Carolyn grinned. "I need another drink," she said. "You do strange things to me." Now it was Connie's turn to laugh. "Tomorrow night we'll see what strange things happen!" "It's going to be like forever. Especially with you and Don together tonight." "Please, Carolyn. Don't be the jealous type - especially about men. I don't think I'm ready for that." "Who me? Not a chance. I'm just thinking that you'll be get- ting a good shot of what I want while all I'll have is my trusty vibrator and the TV Guide! If you need company, Honey, give me a call!" Carolyn assured her. Carolyn smiled. "Don't wait up," she told the other woman. "Believe it or not, this is going to be our first date and I have a feeling it's going to be a good one." Carolyn nodded sagely. She wondered if perhaps Allen might change his mind for one night. She did not relish spending the evening alone with visions of Don and Connie going through her mind. "Tomorrow, then," she confirmed. "See you about six, if that's all right." Connie smiled. "I wouldn't miss it for the world," she promised. Allen proved to be more steadfast than Carolyn suspected he could be, and she began to suspect he had other interests to keep him on the straight and narrow. She considered going to a singles place to see if she could get lucky, but decided against it. At the last moment, she dressed and went to a movie that advertised two "Thumbs Up" from Siskel and Ebert. It was a mystery thriller and she enjoyed it thoroughly. It was not until she had left the theater on her way home that she realized she had not thought of Connie for hours. In bed, however, the light haired woman captured her thoughts as her fingers brought her to shivering climaxes before sleep and she slept soundly until morning. Connie rushed home to shower and change before Don arrived. She hated to admit it, but she was as nervous as she had been before her first date in high school. Of course, that evening had been a movie and an ice cream on the way home. The big event was a kiss in front of her door. With Don, she wondered where it would lead! All she knew was that she was terribly excited and could not wait to see him. Don arrived promptly and kissed her lightly as he ushered her to his car. He would not tell her where they were going, but headed out of the city and up the coast. When he pulled into the long drive that wound up to the Castle Amboy, Connie turned to him in shock. The Castle Amboy was notoriously expensive, had its own airstrip and catered to a very exclusive clientele. In fact, she had never met anyone who had actually stayed there, and she could barely remember talking to anyone who had even had dinner in one of its fabled "dinner suites". "This is too expensive!" she protested. "Don't you think you're worth it?" Don laughed. "That's not the point. You don't have to do this for me. I mean, you're sweet, but this is just..." Don laughed as she stumbled with the words. "Do you feel Caribbean tonight?" he asked. Connie shrugged and shook her head. Obviously, Don had gone to some trouble to set this up for her. A parking valet took his car and a middle-aged man escorted them to their private dinner suite. Connie was not prepared for what she encountered. Passing through what seemed to be a standard hotel room door, they entered a luscious suite that overlooked the ocean. In the center of the room was a steaming hot tub surrounded by overstuffed pads and thick chenille wraps. Large palm trees framed a long table holding a lush assortment of appetizers. Soft reggae music accentuated the panorama of the sun setting into the ocean. Connie stood overwhelmed for a moment. "It's beautiful!" she whispered to Don. "Join me in some good clean fun?" he indicated the steaming hot tub and flipped a switch. Immediately the tub frothed with turbulence as jets of air surged through it. They had just settled into the hot water when a panel Connie had not noticed opened and a tall black girl entered. She was wearing a bright sarong affair which was so diaphanous that, at second glance, Connie could see she wore nothing beneath it. Her halter was made of the same material and her small, hard breasts peeked through impudently. She carried two fruit-laden drinks. "Island punch," she announced in a quiet voice. As she knelt beside the hot tub, Connie caught the light scent of her perfumed body, as well as a tinge of - something else, very faint but most definitely there. Connie looked into the girls deep brown eyes and caught a glimpse of amusement. Under the frothing water, Don's foot slipped between her thighs and teased her as she brought the frosty drink to her lips. "My name is Tasulla, and I am from the island of Tatu, in the Grenadines," the girl said in sing-song island accent. "I am to serve you tonight, and I will be helped by Panna. If you want anything at all, simply call for either of us. We will never be that far away. And now, enjoy your drinks. When you hear my bell, it means I will be coming in in a few moments. I will tell you when dinner is almost ready." As she stood up to leave, Connie saw her silhouetted against the evening sky. Her buttocks were firm and round under the sarong, and as she stepped away with a long, sensual sort of movement, Connie saw the shadowy trace of her curly bush. Nor was the girl's lush sensuality wasted on Don, she noted. Under the water, the foot slowly rubbed her cunt as they watched the round globes of Tasulla's behind disappear through the panel. "I thought you would appreciate this place," Done told her. "It must cost a fortune! How did you ever find out about it?" He shrugged. "Business," he told her. "It's a rather exclusive organization, but it's world-wide and caters to a corporate budget. There are various degrees of service, of course, but the theme is always on elegance. It's your kind of place! How do you like the help?" "I'm waiting to see Panna," she grinned. "I assume he's the male counterpart of that beautiful creature." "You'll soon find out," Don told her and slid around the hot tub to sit beside her. Under the water, she found his soft cock and squeezed it slowly before she found his balls floating loosely in the hot water. Without warning, he took her face between his hands and kissed her deeply. Then he held her close to him and they sat quietly with their arms around one another as the water bubbled frantically. "Oh Don!" she whispered. "I don't want to love you!" "It's all right, Connie," he told her. "You know I'm crazy about you. We'll work it all out. We're the same kind of people. It's going to be wonderful." She buried her face in his neck and felt his arms around her tighten. She no longer felt like the big horse of a woman she always thought herself to be. Instead, she felt small, delicate and protected in his arms. They stood in the steaming tub and kissed again. This time, her hands ran down over his behind and then up to clasp the back of his neck. His penis was no longer soft but pressed against her belly as they stood. "You make me feel so good!" she murmured. She wanted to say more, much more, but she was afraid to spoil the moment. She did not have to, for his hands running over her back and holding her waist talked for him. They really knew very little about one another, but the feeling was there, all right. She was too street-wise to hope it would last forever, but she knew it was much more than a fast lay! Don's hands moved further and soon he was cupping her large buttocks, pulling her close to him as he continued kissing her. Connie liked to have him play with her behind because she knew he really appreciated the smooth, round globes of her ass. His penis continued pressing against her belly and she slid her own hand down to finger its probing tip. A tiny bell rang somewhere. "Oh damn!" Connie swore. "I've never fucked in a hot tub!" Don laughed and pulled her down into the water, causing her to straddle him. She squealed in surprise as his cock pressed against her pussy, and she shifted her weight to let him enter her. "Tasulla is going to catch us!" she giggled and felt his cock sliding along the tight walls of her cunt. "Would you like another drink?" Tasulla said from behind them, causing Connie to freeze momentarily. "Not right now," Don replied. "We're working on our own recipe." The island girl giggled as Connie rotated her hips on his cock. Don raised himself trying to thrust into her and lifted her ass almost clear of the water. She knew the girl could easily see his cock going into her and blushed when she realized that Tasulla showed no inclination to leave them. Instead, she felt strong hands massaging the back of her neck and realized Tasulla was in the hot tub with them. The hands felt good, as did Tasulla's muscular body pressing her flank as she felt Don going deeper and deeper into her. In the water, she felt almost weightless. Tasulla's hands were rubbing her back and slipping under her arms to lightly cup her full tits. "Such a pretty lady and such a big man," the girl crooned as she fondled Connie's tits and tweaked her nipples. "Oh God!" Connie moaned as her orgasm began to come. Don was already moving in short spasms that told her he was shooting deep inside her and she buried her face in his neck as she came. Tasulla laughed softly and slipped her hand under the water to caress Connie's pussy. "How was it?" Don asked. "Too much! You do things to me nobody else even thinks of doing!" "Hungry?" Connie nodded as she watched Tasulla climb out of the tub. She was an ebony statue with glistening breasts and firm, round buttocks. Her muscular thighs framed a bush of tight curls as she picked up a broad terry cloth and wrapped it around Connie. "Dinner be ready soon," she said and left the room, carrying her scanty costume with her. "Is that part of the service?" Connie asked as they watched the black girl undulate from the room. "The dinner suite comes with a complete fantasy," Don told her. "Tasulla is highly trained and very capable, I'm told." They toweled briskly and dressed as Tasulla entered the room once more. This time, she was accompanied by a young black man dressed in tight-fitting trousers and a colorful shirt open to the waist. He wheeled a large cart that held their dinner. "What are we having? I'm starved!" Connie said. "I think it's curried goat," Don told her. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be delicious." They talked quietly as they ate, words flowing from them easily. He told her of his divorce and the unhappiness he had left behind, and she spoke quietly of her life and the hopes she had always kept to herself. "I never considered remarrying because I never really believed I could be faithful to just one person," he confided. "I guess that means something." She smiled and avoided his eyes. "Maybe you don't have to," she said. "I feel the same way. Do you think you could stand your wife screwing someone else?" "I never thought so, but now I'm not sure. Tying your sex life to just one person just wouldn't seem to fit you," he told her. "Sometime I'd like to see what you're like with another man." Connie looked at him evenly. "Sometime I'd like to see what you're like with another man!" she challenged. Don blushed. "It depends on the man," he told her with a shrug. "Right now, I can't think of anyone that would fulfill your fantasy." Connie looked down at her plate. One of her secret fantasies was to be shared by two men. She had made it come true once, but the men were nervous and intimidated by one another. Perhaps, she later wondered, things would have been different if they had been bisexual. She remembered the feeling of cocks exploding in her pussy and her mouth at the same time and shuddered. They were curled up on a wide couch drinking a sweet liquor as Panna and Tasulla cleared away dinner. As the two of them moved around the room, she noticed that Panna's trousers were made of the same thin material as Tasulla's sarong. She could see his cock lying thick and long against his thigh and stared at it hungrily. Don saw her interest and gently rubbed her breast as she followed the young man. "I'm sorry!" she apologized when she realized what she had been doing. "You must think I'm terrible!" "I was wondering when you were going to get around to the real entertainment of the evening," Don laughed. "Panna and Tasulla think you're a very pretty lady. So do I!" "I feel funny!" Connie said self-consciously and put her head on his shoulder. She felt him motion and decided to close her eyes and wait. Moments later, she was rewarded by soft hands unbuttoning her blouse and feeling her breasts. When she opened her eyes, a naked Panna was standing over her, gently removing her clothes. His large cock hung down, its black head shining like a large plum. Next to her, an equally naked Tasulla was on her knees working Don's pants down his legs with one hand while the other fondled his stiff dick. "How do you like them?" he asked. "They're beautiful!" she breathed. "Look how lovely his cock is!" Tasulla knelt back and looked at her. "Panna thinks you very pretty, Lady," she said shyly, and the young man looked down at Connie expectantly. She leaned forward to kiss the head of his huge penis, running her tongue into the tiny slit. Beside her, Tasulla filled her mouth with Don's cock. Panna knelt down and buried his face between Connie's thighs and expertly licked her pussy. Without warning, he stopped and Tasulla took his place. The girl's touch was gentle and exciting as she ran her tongue into the secrets of Connie's snatch, but Panna was even more interesting as he engulfed Don's cock, his own nine inches sticking out straight. As Tasulla lapped her cunt, Connie reached out and stroked the huge black cock bobbing alongside of her. Don's eyes squinted shut as he enjoyed the remarkable blow-job he was receiving. Wriggling around, she captured the huge cock between her lips and marveled at the spongy feel of its head as she pressed her lips down on it. The tip of her tongue opened the large slit and she tasted the light saltiness of clear fluid. As she sucked more of it in, she could feel it jump as Panna's muscles spasmed at her touch. Concentrating, she took the black man's full cock deep into her throat and felt the coarse hair of his balls against her cheek. Tasulla was doing something interesting to her pussy, filling it with air one moment and sucking it out the next. No one had ever done that to her before, and the repeated sensation was sending eerie feelings up and down her back as she sucked the throbbing cock. Glancing down, she saw the black girl's hands busily frigging herself as she worked on Connie's soft cunt. Panna groaned as she relinquished his cock and slid around to grasp the girl's hips. Tasulla moved expertly to cover Connie's mouth with her pussy and raised one knee so that she could look beside her and watch the spectacle of her lover going down on Panna's huge cock as the two men sucked one another in the 69 position. Connie sobbed as she started to come and sucked eagerly on Tasulla's clitoris until she felt the tremors shake the pretty girl's body as they had hers. Beside her, Don humped furiously into Panna's mouth and filled his own with the man's huge dick. Even as he was writhing under the pangs of his own orgasm, he stopped sucking and massaged the long penis until great fountains of white shot up and sprayed the two women with sticky come. A thick glob landed on Tasulla's cheek and Connie sensuously licked it off, savoring the strong taste of male sperm. Leaning over, she licked Panna's cock clean and then kissed Don deeply, letting her tongue carry the taste of come to him. "Wow!" she said. Don laughed. "Does that satisfy your curiosity?" "For the moment, anyhow," Connie told him. "There are probably a lot more things I have to learn about you!" "That goes double. I bet Panna's never been sucked like that in his life!" The young man grinned shyly and Connie looked at his cock lying flaccid along his thigh. She reached out and stroked it and felt the blood begin rushing back to swell it once more. Beside her, Tasulla giggled and she felt the girls hands stroking her ass. Panna's cock continued to grow until he had a full hard-on once again. He rolled over and she opened her thighs for him. The huge cock entered her quickly and easily, spreading her wide and pressing hard against her cervix. She spread her legs wide and stroked his hairy balls against the tender skin of her ass as he began fucking her. She closed her eyes and savored every inch of the long rod that was stretching her pussy to impossible limits. Tasulla had turned around and was stroking them where they joined, bringing her pussy to Connie's eye level. She watched as the beautiful brown legs parted to expose black lips surrounding a firey pink pussy. Don's white cock slid between the velvet lips and disappeared into the wet hole as Connie watched. The rhythm of the two fucking people was accentuated by Panna's deep thrusts and she realized Don was fondling her tit as he fucked Tasulla. Slowly and gradually, Panna increased his rhythm and Connie became less and less aware of Don and Tasulla although their slippery genitals were scant inches from her face. The huge cock had her entire attention and she knew Panna was getting ready to come. Her own orgasm was only moments away, and when the man started making frantic sounds and thrusting deep inside her, she wrapped her thighs around him tightly and thrust her ass up and down with a rotating motion that fucked him deep and strong. Her pussy flexed and flexed as she milked the big cock like a cow's tit and felt a river of come squirting out of her pussy to run down the crack of her ass. Don had pulled Tasulla up to her knees and drove into her from behind. Connie looked up at his cock going in and out of her and impulsively kissed her clitoris and the thrusting shaft with its wrinkled sac hanging down. Don was moaning and she could see white liquid seeping out around the driving cock as he shot into her. As his cock slipped out, she kissed the gaping cunt and his come flooded down into her mouth. Tasulla held onto Panna's chest as she caught her breath. Both of them might have been professionals, Connie thought to herself, but they had been soundly fucked that night! "When you take a girl to dinner, you really turn her head!" she remarked as they drove back toward home. Don laughed at that. "I love being with you!" he told her. "You're the most exciting woman I think I've ever met." "More exciting than Tasulla?" "She's a trained and seasoned pro. You're real. Besides, I think you're prettier. You're my type of woman." "That's why you took Carolyn back to your apartment and let me watch you screwing her, I guess. That's some kind of court- ship! I guess it's all right, though. I ended up screwing her too!" Don slowed the car down and half turned toward Connie. "I don;t want to say the wrong thing, but Carolyn was a long time ago and so was Suzy. I'm working on right now, and it's a lot more than I bargained for. You're enough woman to keep any man busy! I'm not the one-woman type, you might have noticed - no more than you're a one-man woman. I think we can work it out. If you'd like, tomorrow we can do something a little more ordinary." Connie flinched as she remembered her date with Carolyn. She regretted ever making it now. Don was beginning to say the right things and she had no desire to involve anyone as volatile as Carolyn in what promised to be a true love affair for her. "What's the matter?" Don asked. "Am I coming on too strong for you. I thought you wanted me to be honest." "Oh Don," she gasped, "I'm sorry. I was just thinking of something else. What you were just saying is wonderful. In fact, I feel just about the same way about you. It's just that I had made other plans for tomorrow and I'm wondering how I can break them. I love being with you!" She put her hand on his arm as she spoke and then slid it inside his shirt to caress his bare chest. His arm around her, he slid it under the hem of her blouse and cupped her breast, his fingers playing over the nipple as they drove. "Don't change your plans. We'll do it the following night and, if you want, we can spend the weekend together. I'm sure we can find something to do! - Or somebody!" Connie giggled and ran her hand between his legs to feel the bulge of his soft cock. They continued in silence for a long while, each savoring the lush pleasure of being close to the other. When the car stopped in front of Connie's building, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately. "Do you want to come in?" she asked. "It's late," he told her regretfully, "and we have to work tomorrow. We'd better save it for later. Besides, I don't think there's much more left." She smiled and opened the car door. "Leave your curtain open," she told him. "I want to see you getting ready for bed." When she had gotten ready for bed, she slipped on a robe and looked out the window. Don waved to her. He was naked, laying on his bed. His cock was still soft and hung down between his open legs. She waved back and let the robe slide down her body, exposing her broad, white bottom. She knew how much he loved her ass and she ran her hands over it knowing he was watching her every move. Slowly, she crawled up on her bed, exposing the soft flesh between her thighs as she drew herself up on the bed. Reaching over, she turned out the light. Don's light remained on for a few moments as he savored the evening and thought about Connie. She was more than just attractive - she was the most exciting woman he had ever known and he wondered if she had any idea of how attracted he was to her. He slowly rubbed his cock as he remembered Janna's going in and out of her. She was even less inhibited than he and was probably laying in the dark watching him. He stood up and thought about going over to her apartment to fuck her, but thought better of it. He was fucked out! Connie arrived at Carolyn's apartment after much indecision. She did not want to alienate the woman, but her growing relationship with Don made a sexual encounter such as Carolyn suggested somewhat awkward. Had it been another man, she would have rejected it immediately. But the tryst with Carolyn was just off-beat and excitingly wicked enough to pique her curiosity. "I'm just a hot-blooded slit!" she told herself as she had so many times in the past. Connie had long ago recognized that she had never really been seduced, but had been a passive seductress. Her early affair with Kathy had been as much prodded along by her as anyone, and she remembered her persistence in finding out just how far her Aunt Carlie would take her. Connie loved sex in all its forms and each time she tried something new, it seemed, she found something else she liked. As she rang Carolyn's doorbell, her stomach filled with tiny, fluttering butterflies that grew to be 747's as the door opened and Carolyn stood before her dressed in an ultra-sheer gown that hugged her trim body like another skin and displayed every dimple and hair as if it was not there. She was truly breathtaking. "Like my outfit?" she asked with a wink. "It's great!" Connie told her. "I wish I could get away with something like that. I'd just look like the great white whale!" Carolyn gave her a playful kiss and squeezed her behind. "If you were wearing something like this, I'd rape you on the spot!" she said when she closed the door. Connie stroked the other girl's behind and felt the warm flesh under the slippery material. "Maybe you wouldn't have to," she replied. "I bought something for you," Carolyn told her, indicating a package on the sofa. "I had to guess at the size, so try it on while I finish getting dinner ready." Connie protested, but opened the package. Inside was a gown similar to Carolyn's. Connie looked around the apartment and began unbuttoning her blouse as the other woman moved about the kitchen. While Connie changed, Carolyn kept up a light conversation, chatting about the weather, her job and her last vacation. Connie could tell she was nervous with anticipation, and felt her own butterflies growing as she slipped off her clothes and let the thin, slippery material slide over her body. In the mirror, she could see why Carolyn had bought it. Her breasts stood out opaquely and she could see the traces of each little bump around her nipples. Her pubic hair was a dark shadow that moved sexily as she walked and, turning around, she saw her ass stood out round and firm. Putting her hands on her hips, she flexed the muscles in her buttocks and saw the material jump as her ass cheeks firmed and relaxed. It was the sexiest thing she had ever worn. A low whistle from behind signaled Carolyn's approval. "I was about to say dinner's ready, but I think I'd rather eat you!" she said as she ran her hands over Connie's waist and hips. Connie put her arms around her and cupped her trim buttocks, feeling her warm body against hers. "I'd like that," she whispered huskily. The butterflies were flying high. Carolyn broke away suddenly. "Come on! We eat first. If I start with you, I'm liable to go all night!" Connie laughed and followed Carolyn to the small alcove that served as a dining room. Her appetite was set for something other than food, but she could see the woman had put some effort into the meal which was steaming and looked delicious. They sat down and Carolyn poured two glasses of white wine to offer a toast. "To our very special friendship," she toasted. Connie looked directly into her eyes as she sipped the delicious wine. Any doubts she had had about the night had gone away. As Carolyn dished out the shrimp bisque, Connie watched her small breasts move under the sexy gown she wore. "It looks delicious!" she said and tasted it. "Mmm! It's wonderful." "I like to cook, but I don't often get a chance. I thought you'd enjoy it tonight. Eat up, girl. You're going to need the energy!" As they ate, Connie saw that Carolyn was openly staring at her breasts. "Do you like them?" she asked. "What? Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I was letting myself get carried away. You have a great set. In a little while, I'll show you how much I like them." "They've gotten me in trouble before," Connie replied lightly, and went on to tell her about her early experiences with Kathy, adding just enough detail to spice the conversation. As she talked about Kathy, visions of Carolyn's naked body filled her mind, and she felt herself getting wetter and wetter. Carolyn, too, was feeling the effects of Connie's story and poured each of them a healthy glass of wine and suggested they go into the living room where soft music was playing. "Can I help you clear the table?" Connie asked. "No. Just make yourself comfortable," Carolyn told her. "I'll get dessert for us, and then we can continue our conversation. There are some pictures in the album on the coffee table, if you like snap shots." She said the last with a bit of a leer and Connie knew to look at the picture album before she did anything. "Carolyn!" she whistled. The album was filled with photos of Carolyn in all poses of sexual abandon with any number of people. In one, she and four men made up an interesting configuration while two other women looked on. Connie assumed a fourth took the picture. Another photo showed the four women performing an intricate daisy chain with Carolyn in a pivotal position between two of them. One complete section dealt with Carolyn and a handsome young man. No one else was in the pictures, and Connie was sure they had been taken with an automatic time-delay camera. "That's Alan," said Carolyn sitting close beside her. "Best fuck I ever had. He could keep it hard for hours!" Connie smelled her perfume and also the unmistakable odor of excited pussy - perhaps her own! Connie turned the page and saw Alan fucking Carolyn dog-style, Carolyn jerking off Alan, and Alan's tongue laving Carolyn's pussy. "I can't believe you have all these pictures," Connie said. "What if someone gets ahold of them?" "I keep them locked up, normally. I took them out tonight because I thought you might like them." "You're a little sex bomb!" Connie laughed. "What's the wildest thing you ever did?" Carolyn laughed. "I don't know. I pulled a train on five guys when I was nineteen," she said, "but the Butterflies were a lot more exciting than that." "The Butterflies?" "Sort of a club I belong to. We get together every couple of months and party. Everybody's bisexual, and you know how much fun that can be!" Connie nodded but did not get a chance to say anymore as Carolyn's mouth came down on hers, tongues lashing one another in a frenzy. Carolyn's hands roamed over Connie's large tits and she, in turn, fondled the other girl's nipples and felt them grow stiff and hard. Without breaking their kiss, they stripped one another's gown away and Connie ran her hand down the length of Carolyn's smooth body, feeling her smooth, tight ass. "So pretty!" Connie murmured as they finally broke their kiss for Carolyn to slip down and begin sucking an excited nipple. She slipped further down until she was kneeling on the floor between Connie's feet, her cheek resting on the other girl's stomach. "Lie back and lift your legs," Carolyn told her. Connie obeyed and looked down. Carolyn bent to her open cunt and captured the swollen clitoris between her lips. Her wet tongue wiped langorously from the rich nest of hair to the puckered anus and back again. Connie closed her eyes in ecstasy as Carolyn's tongue ran in and out of her pussy while a wet finger tickled her asshole. Carolyn sucked and licked her as no one had for a long time. Not even Don with his experienced tongue, or Suzy with her eager mouth, had come close to bringing her this much concentrated pleasure and her orgasm came within moments. Carolyn slid up onto her and kissed her again. She could taste her cunt on the other girl's lips and cupped her ass as she returned the kiss. Then she eased her body over until she was on top of her and slid back to her knees beside the sofa. It was her turn! Lifting the small woman's leg, she placed a full kiss on her pouting cunt and tasted the wet juices running out of it. The odor of Carolyn's was a little stronger than she had remembered, but it fired her lust even more and she caught the girl's fat clitoris in her lips and bored her tongue along the length. Then she peeled back the tiny folds at its tip and licked it more. Carolyn twisted and squealed as Connie worked. Digging her heels into Connie's back, she came violently, gasping and shuddering as the other woman gave her no mercy, but pressed her face into her cunt and shook her head as if she was possessed. Finally, the two lay back in exhaustion, Connie's cheek pressed against Carolyn's wet thigh. "My God, you're good!" Carolyn exclaimed. "I haven't come like that for years - not even with a vibrator!" "Don't tell me you use a vibrator!" Connie said. "Sure. It's a girl's best friend. Don't you have one?" Connie shook her head as they untangled themselves and got off the sofa. "Come on, then," Carolyn laughed. "The night is just beginning!" In her bedroom, Carolyn displayed her collection of dildoes to Connie's amazement. They came in all sizes and colors, some so life-like they scared her. At Carolyn's insistence, she chose one, a nine-inch replica of a penis that seemed impossibly wide, although Carolyn assured her it was nicely accommodated. When she picked it up, she found it was made of a rubbery substance that felt not unlike the real thing. Carolyn flipped a switch in its base and it came to life, vibrating and twisting in her hand. Carolyn led her to the wide bed and began kissing her slowly and sensously from her head to her navel. Her fingers played at Connie's pussy as she sucked the big girl's tits and caressed her smooth skin. Her hairy bush rubbed against Connie's thigh and she opened her legs to make the wet lips smear a wet trail of pussy juice along the bigger woman's leg Connie raised one knee and let her slip two delicate fingers into her cunt as Carolyn's tongue swirled around the dimple of her navel and across her soft pubic hair. Carolyn replaced her fingers with the twisting, throbbing dildo and Connie gasped as the vibrating cock entered her vagina, spreading the walls almost to the limits of their endurance. Moments later, she felt a second one playing across her clitoris as Carolyn pivoted around on the bed to bring her dripping pussy to Connie's lips. While Connie sucked the girl's clitoris, she reached down and took the dildo rubbing her clit from Carolyn's hand and slowly inserted into the girl's pussy. Carolyn squealed in excitement and rotated her pelvis into Connie's mouth. Her strong woman odor evoked a heady sensation in Connie as she watched the broad vibrator sliding in and out of her cunt. Carolyn's ass rode high and vulnerable, and Connie tickled it with a wet finger as she spread her own legs as widely as she could. Without hesitation, Carolyn began finger-fucking Connie's ass and Connie returned the favor with gusto as another orgasm built within her. As the two women twisted and shuddered their ecstasies between them, Connie altered between reveries of Kathy's feverish caresses and the steamy presence of Carolyn's highly skilled touch. The heavy taste and odor of cunt lingered in her mouth and when they kissed, she tasted the subtly different taste of her own pussy on Carolyn's lips. It had been Kathy who had first thought of rubbing their pussies together, but it had been she who had turned it into a lush and sensual kiss. This night, it was Carolyn who scissored their legs together until her wet cunt pressed squarely on Connie's, both sets of lips open and pulsing with desire. They moved against one another in slow, heavy circles, making sure of full contact on one another's vulva and clitoris. As they moved, Carolyn took one of Connie's feet and sucked her toes one by one while Connie did the same. Their juices flowed and mingled as each experienced orgasm after orgasm. Finally they collapsed, exhausted. Connie awoke and stretched. Carolyn was sprawled beside her, snoring lightly and she quietly eased herself out of bed and went into the bathroom. Sitting on the john, she examined herself and saw her pussy lips swollen and red. She peed and patted herself tenderly with the toilet paper. Carolyn's lips and thick cunt hair had taken their toll on her soft flesh. Looking in on the bed, she could see Carolyn sleeping on her back with her legs spread wide. Her pussy lips were dark and puffy and her clitoris lay full and prominent. Had not Connie had such satisfying night already, she would have been tempted to taste those luscious petals again. Instead, she quietly slipped on her skirt and blouse, stuffing her underwear and pantyhose into her pocketbook. Softly, she kissed the sleeping girl's nipples and then her lips. "Good night, Carolyn," she whispered and was answered by a warm moan. Outside, she felt the cool night air against her bare skin and slid into her car. As she drove home, she could still taste the girl's strong pussy on her lips and she remembered the excitement of making such illicit love. As she drove along, she continued thinking and her pussy began to seep once more. This time, however, she was thinking about Don and the way he fucked her the last time they were together and the way he had held her after the passion was spent. --