I loved watching Jack make love to Connie, whether it was before or after my turn with him. And I did love the way he could give me orgasms. Among our “adventures,” Connie had given me a lesson on how to give a great blow job and that time Jack even erupted in my mouth! Sometimes, though, not everybody was able to join in, and so it came about that I was planning to get together with Connie and Jack at her place for a threesome. So you can imagine how much I was looking forward to our evening together while my husband worked the late shift.
I arrived wearing a short cotton skirt printed with flowers, a silky blouse with the top two buttons open, my newly acquired thong and a push-up bra. Connie came to the door in a very see-through negligee that reached below her knees, and it was easy to tell that that was all she was wearing. I looked over her shoulder for Jack and could see that at least he wasn’t in the living room.
“I guess Jack isn’t here, yet?” I asked.
“He just called. He had to cover another shift at the gym.”
I was crestfallen, but Connie said, “That doesn’t mean we can’t have a good time!” She had a seductive smile on her face.
Connie stepped closer to me and put her hand on my breast. Now I’d seen Connie and Julie play with each other in front of the men and me, but up until that moment I had pretty much concluded that that was not for me – that religious upbringing again.
Anyway, I was dumbstruck and I’m sure Connie felt my hesitancy. But she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. Yet I was still not reacting. Then she wrapped her other arm around me and pulled us close, our breasts pressed together with her hand. Our bodies, all up and down, were touching. It felt so nice.
She pecked tenderly at my lips as she started to kiss me again. Before long, our mouths were open and then her tongue played in my mouth. And there it was. I could feel the reaction down below. She licked my neck and started undoing my blouse. Oh my god, this wasn’t happening, but it was. Now my nipples were tingling, pressing against my very flimsy bra.
As Connie dragged her tongue down to tops of my breasts, she took my hand and held it against her own chest. I had never felt another woman’s breasts, and there, under the sheer fabric, her beautiful globes were firm and somehow cool to my touch. Her nipples had popped out and I found myself doing what the men liked to do with me, squeezing and twiddling them gently.
Connie managed to drop my blouse to the floor and pull the top edge of my bra off my nipples. She licked all around them and gently touched her tongue to the very tip. As she kissed each side and took one nipple between her lips, she unbuckled the bra. My whole body, naked from the waist up, was on fire and my juices had soaked through my thong! I couldn’t believe it was another woman doing this to me. It was so exotic, so naughty, so right. I started to moan.
Soon Connie’s hands were sliding down the side of my ribs and then my hips and then across my belly pressing in against my skirt against my pubic bone. She started kissing me again as her hands found the hem of my skirt. I felt her cool hands slide up the outside of my thighs and reach around to my almost bare rear. She pulled me hard against her and started rocking her pelvis against mine. Then one hand came around to the front and onto my belly, sliding down the outside of my thong and between my legs.
Her touch was so gentle down there. Rubbing softly in rhythm with my now rocking hips. Then she was pressing the cloth between my lips. Pressing a little harder. Pressing the cloth against my opening.
“We have to get rid of this,” she finally said. I appreciated the pause and let her slide my thong down off my legs and unzip the skirt. Connie stepped back and gazed at my naked body. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” she whispered hoarsely, as if someone might overhear her, “You are so beautiful.”
Connie knelt in front of me and started kissing my legs. Her hand pressed against the bushy fur on my tummy and just caressed me there. Then a thumb reached under and started rubbing my lips. Oh God!
I felt Connie’s four fingers push between my legs once again and start rubbing across my lips ever so lightly at first. I was breathing hard and let out a guttural moan as her middle finger pressed into the wet wet wet space between those lips. Her hand reached further back and soon her fingers were rubbing in a circle around my vagina. I grabbed onto the nearby chair to keep my knees from buckling.
Connie used her other hand to keep me from falling as two of her long thing fingers pushed deep up inside me. It felt so wonderful, her thrusting inside, her probing every corner, every pleasurable place inside. My moans became louder. Without a word, Connie got me to sit on the edge of the sofa, her fingers still stroking my love nest. She started kissing my inner thighs and licking beside my pussy. With her fingers still driving up up up, she started licking my little bump. Then it was her tongue that was playing in my vagina! And wave after wave of the most incredible climax convulsed my whole body.
Connie and I sat on the sofa, caressing, kissing and running our fingers through each others’ hair. She was still in her gown but her body looked and felt so wonderful through the fabric, though I didn’t reach between her legs.
I finally got my courage up. “Can I … Should I … Do you want me to … you know…”
“Yes, Yes, Yes, I want you to fuck me now!!!” She was a lot more blunt about things than I was, even after what had happened on other nights.
I wasn’t sure I knew what to do, exactly, but after all, I’d had a good lesson. I reached down and started to pull off her negligee. She raised her butt so I could pull it past. And then, as she held her hands up, I tugged it off the rest of the way. Now we were both naked.
I started kissing her neck and then her chest and it was great fun sucking on her nipples. She must have been in a hurry because she took my hand and held it right between her legs. I started rubbing her pussy and everything was wet down there. “Oh yes yes yes, she moaned as i found her clitoris.”
She pushed my hand further back and it was obvious what she wanted. I pressed two fingers into her. It was an amazing feeling, another woman’s vagina. I’d only a few months ago started fingering myself – that religious upbringing again – and it, well, just felt different. But it was clear she loved it as I started stroking her as I sucked on her nipples one after the other.
But she wanted something else, and she gently pushed on my shoulders so I got the message. Kneeling in front of her, her legs apart, there was her pussy. Unlike me, she shaved everything. And my fingers were still inserted. She really was a beautiful woman. And I was close enough to take in the aroma of her sex. I’d seen other girls naked in gym class, but never really looked at their pussy’s in this way. And you know what? It was incredibly erotic!
Well I knew what she wanted. I’d always thought it would be disgusting. But I took out my fingers and started kissing her pussy lips. She moaned with pleasure. Tentatively at first, I stuck my tongue out and started licking. She really liked that!
Then I pushed my tongue between the folds. Such a wonderful, musky taste. The more she reacted, the more I wanted to lick her in there. All the more when I found her clitoris. “Fuck me. Fuck me,” she managed to speak.
I knew what she wanted and I pressed my face into her sex and my tongue as deep as it would go into her vagina. “She’s cumming. She’s cumming,” I realized and I kept up my intense licking. I was so very happy about that.
When that ended, we sat on the sofa again, kissing, caressing, and this time, playing between each others’ legs. We both had more orgasms, but a favorite came when she said, “Let’s do 69.”
Oh, and Connie did admit that Jack hadn’t been invited in the first place.