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double penetration videos 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.
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.
“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 relationship.
Deb looked classy — I liked her tightly creased pants and high
heels. Her short, light brown hair had blond highlights and
swept over the top of her head. She wore dark glasses that
framed her piercing brown eyes. Her lips were shiny with
lipstick and when I saw the stain on her beer glass I thought
about what it would be like to have a similar stain around my
cock. Her small mouth seemed barely big enough to fit around my
generous member — but I wanted the chance to see.
She was keeping up with me in beers and since I was starting to
feel pretty good, I knew that she had to be as well. We talked
about dope. “I haven’t been stoned in years,” she said. I
invited her out to my Jeep for a smoke and she agreed.
We tuned up and talked. “God, I’m horny,” she blurted. No need
to tell me twice — I leaned over and kissed her. We sat kissing
for several minutes, then she rested her hand on the inside of my
thigh. My hardening cock was only a couple inches away. She
moved her hand up and rest it gently on my dick. It wasted no
time in getting hard as rock; “you’re hung like a horse!” Deb
exclaimed as she ran her hand over my masterpiece. “Take a
look”, I offered as I unzipped my pants and pulled them to my
knees. My rockhard shaft bounced free and pointed straight up. (more…)
I couldn’t resist and I lifted her leg and
started sucking her again. Debbie moaned and cried as she came again, her
hands pushing my head against her, grinding my face into her cunt. She was
really wet and almost gushing in my face. After that, she pulled me to her
and kissed me, tasting her own juices as I tasted mine on her lips and tounge.
Debbie rolled over and hit an intercom button next to the bed. John’s
voice sounded and Debbie asked him to come upstairs saying she had something
she wanted to show him. I was apprehensive but Debbie rolled back and then
laid me back, laying on top of me and sucking like a wanton slut on my clit.
Her soaked pussy lowered to my lips and I was powerless to refuse. I lapped
her up eagerly as I felt my orgasm build. I don’t know how long we laid like
that, but just as I started to come, Debbie pulled my legs back under her
arms, spreading me wide and shoving her tounge deep into my hole. I could
feel my juice on her face as she rubbed her tounge and mouth over my swollen
pussy, giving me one orgasm after another. Somewhere I slid three fingers
into her pussy and was ramming her with them. I heard Debbie say “Don’t just
stand there, join us!”
And it took her three days!”
We all laughed and Debbie blushed slightly. Why was she embarrassed? I felt
like she should be proud of her beautiful bod. We talked about painting and
of course sex for a while, then John suggested that we take a dip in the hot
tub. I was ready, the wine already relaxing me and making me feel a bit wild.
Debbie explained that she and John never wore suits in the hot tub, but that
I was welcome to wear one of hers (if it would fit that is). We let John go
into the tub first while I said I’d like to try on one of Debbie’s suits.
John went downstairs and undressed by the tub while we went into the master
bedroom. Debbie opened a drawer and told me to look through her suits and
see if anything would fit. She stepped over by the bed and stripped out of
her clothes quickly. I followed her example and quickly removed my clothes.
Now we were both naked and close to each other, and I felt myself tremble
as she came closer. Her hands cupped my breasts and kneaded them, sending a
wave of pleasure over me. I reached up to hers and felt their warmth and
their fullness. Debbie begged me to suck her nipples and I leaned forward,
thinking how exciting this was. I licked her large and dark nipples, and
sucked them the way I like it. I pinched them between my lips, and tugged
gently. Debbie moaned softly the whole time, her hips swaying and she was
breathing deeply. I guess I really got into it, and she had to pry me off
her breasts to kiss me.
Before I go on, let me explain that while I’d been to bed with my boy-
friend and my best girlfriend, I’d never made love to another woman. My best
friend and I shared my boyfriend, not each other. I wondered afterwards about
it, because everytime our bodies had touched or brushed each other, I felt so
incredibly sexy. I’ve seen porno movies and girls doing girls, and it doesn’t
turn me off, but it does excite men with the “nastiness” of it. But then, I
was raised by very religious parents too, and at 25, I’d finally gotten over
feeling guilty about enjoying sex. I’d also found that I enjoyed teasing my
boyfriend by dressing and exposing my tits or pussy, like a tank top pulled
down so my tits were exposed. But I’d never been with another woman and I
wondered about Debbie’s bold squeeze of my breast. Sitting at the table,
every time I saw her cleaveage I could feel my pussy throb.