Lillian

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It was the third consecutive day I'd been naked.

For the first two days, Katherine and Mila stayed with Karen and me. We just continued what the three of them had started and I accidentally walked in on. Four writhing, hungry bodies demanding physical attention. Whether in pairs, as I partnered with Karen, or in a group, I never thought 3-on-1 could be so much fun, we had a blast. But Mila and Katherine had to move on and "have a life."

"Now, I've got you all to myself," whispered Karen as she climbed back into bed.

The warmth of her body against my back as we spooned enveloped me and soothed any and all nerves not already calmed by the orgy in which I'd participated. Soon, I slept like a baby.

Soft, wet lips against the flesh of my neck.

Loving fingers caressing the curves of my waist.

Soft, hot breasts burning against the flesh on my back.

I love being roused by an impatient lover.

I pulled Karen's hand up to cup my left breast. Her hand took the clue and caressed the curves from the wall of my chest to the tip of my nipple. Karen even held her hand in front of my mouth so I could lick the tips of her fingers. Then, she slid her now slick fingers back across the nipple and made it even harder.

"Good morning," she whispered as she nuzzled the back of my neck.

I purred contentedly.

The wake up dance continued. She'd caress me. I'd move a little more. She'd kiss me. I'd move even more. She'd suck on my nipple. I'd be completely awake.

So, I turned towards her and held her to my breasts. Her tongue swirling around the hard flesh of my nipples and her hands encircling them, massaging them, making me more excited. Wanting more.

Karen moved down, kissing as she went. Soft, warm lips against my burning belly. I knew where she was going, and I wanted her to. I wanted to do the same for her, but, well, she was going down first, so who was I to argue? My legs parted in anticipation.

As she descended to my wanting sex, Karen's raven hair trailed her down my torso. Long and wavy, it was exotic. It was erotic. My husband always said he liked it when I did it to him. Now, I could understand why.

"-GASP-" My breath rushed out of my lungs and then back in. Even though I'd lost count of the number of times people had gone down on me in the last few days, it still took my breath away. Lips surrounding my clit and sucking in for a moment. Then, releasing and kissing the lips of my vagina. Hot tongue tracing the edges of my labia. My sex pouring out its appreciation.

Her hands snaked under my legs and up my torso. My legs instinctively went over her shoulders and around her neck. Those wonderful hands came back to my breasts and teased my nipples. Oh, how I'd forgotten how much I love this! Sure, I was beautifully reminded numerous times over the last couple of days, but there's something about having a tongue on your pussy and hands on your breasts when the tongue and the hands belong to the same person. The timing. The deliberate intent to tease and please.

"Talk to me, Lilly."

"Huh?"

"Talk to me," Karen's muffled speech didn't make any more sense than before. She had her tongue in my pussy. She was pulling on my nipples. What the hell was I supposed to say? "I don't want you cumming too soon. Talk and it'll distract you."

"What? But, what the hell am I supposed to -" Her tongue passed over my clit and I lost all concentration. Then, nothing. No tongue. No fingers. No nothing. I looked up.

Karen looked up at me. Her beautiful breasts hanging from her chest looked so exciting. I could still taste her nipples from several hours before. "No talk, no tongue."

"Talk about what?"

She bit her lower lip and gave a devilish look. "I want you to tell me what you like so much about sex with men." My eyes flew open. "Nope. Better yet. Tell me what it's like to have a real, flesh and blood cock inside of you."

"Karen, why?"

Her tongue dipped back down to my sex for a moment. It covered everything: my labia, my clit. Everything. Glimpses of the Promised Land. Then she looked back up at me. "Well, I haven't had sex with a guy since I was sixteen years old. I've forgotten what it's like. Whereas, you seem to have been pretty content with it for quite a while, otherwise, we would have done this sooner." Another lick. She climbed up and straddled my belly while lightly kissing my face and my lips. "Besides, I like to know all the naughty little things that make my girlfriends hot." Kiss.

"Before anything, I need foreplay." Karen kissed me again. She knew she'd won. I'd do anything for that tongue whether it was in my mouth of in my sex.

"Good girl." She descended again.

"A date. A romantic evening. Not just dinner and a movie, but attention. Listening. Knowing that what I'm saying is feeding something inside of the person I'm with. Knowing that they're interested in what's going on in my head. And I want to listen too. Not just to selfish prattling, but to real discussion." Keep in mind it took me a while to say this. Putting together a coherent sentence while another person's tongue is inside of you is a bit difficult. "Then, I love to dance. Feeling them against me. So close. So sensual in public." Her tongue pressed forward. Deeper inside of me. Bathing my lips. Tasting my love. Pulling more from me. Give. I thought, give her what she wants. She'll give right back.

"That's when it first happened."

"What," she asked.

"I knew I wanted to feel a cock inside of me."

"Mmmmmm."

I continued. "The boy I was dancing with had done everything right. I don't know. Maybe he didn't, but whatever he did, I wanted him. I could feel his sex pressing up against me as we danced. He put his hands on my hips to hold me close. Most of the time, I'd tell guys that I didn't want to dance like that. With him, oh, I wanted to. I wanted to dance closer."

Karen stopped sucking on my sex to climb back to me. I wrapped my arms and legs around her as we kissed. "Fuck, you are so hot, Lilly."

I sucked on her tongue like it was her sexual focal point. Feel me, I thought. Feel my sex. Feel me wanting you. "More," she said before returning between my legs.

"I took him by the hand and led him behind the bleachers."

"This was at school?"

"Yes," I replied.

"At a dance?"

"Yes." I was a little unnerved that she was asking questions.

"And you wanted to do it in front of people?"

I pulled my legs together and pressed her to my sex. "I'm talking. You're eating." The smile on her face betrayed her. She liked me to be forceful. Good to know.

"So, I pulled him behind the bleachers where others were making out and doing it. I was so hungry for him that I pulled down his zipper and pulled it out. I didn't even look at it. I just felt it and stroked up and down its length. He melted in my hands. He'd do whatever I wanted, just like I'd do whatever he wanted at that moment. I wanted him. So, I told him to pull my panties down and then pulled him to me. Just the head at first. The hot, thick head between my lips." Karen made her tongue fat and pushed it inside of me. I stroked her luscious mane of hair. God, she was so good. I felt guilt about talking about sex with someone else, but she wanted it. She needed it. I had it.

"Then," I continued, "after I'd quietly cum, you know, just enough to encourage you for more, he picked me up and slid inside of me and lit me on fire. It was a dildo, a tongue and fire all rolled into one. Feeling his hard flesh in me, rubbing against my spot, inside of my wet, open sex. All I wanted was to be taken. I didn't want anything to do. I wanted to feel him inside of me and to feel him do whatever he wanted. I wanted us both to explode."

Tongue fat. Tongue deep. Hands pulling my nipples to their excited points. Teasing me. Exciting me. Taking me.

"And we did. I exploded around him. He exploded inside of me. I loved it. Feeling my lover inside of me. Literally. Knowing that he had me on him too. God, that was hot."

Karen pulled up and climbed up. Kissing along the way, she stopped to wrap my legs around her waist. Tossing her hair back, she said, "Thank you, Lillian." I looked at her with desire. I hadn't cum while she ate my sex, but I was hot. I was pouring. My sex was open and in need.

That's when Karen thrust forward.

The entire shaft entered me in one stroke and I screamed. "Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" Then nothing but stillness. Karen was on top of me. Her strap-on, which I hadn't seen her putting on, was deep inside of me. Her gorgeous breasts crushed against mine. Her mouth teasing mine. I gasped for air. It just took a moment, and then, we started.

"Are you O.K.? I'm sorry, but," I put my hand on her mouth.

"Shhhh. I'll tell you what I don't like something. O.K.?"

"Yeah, Lil, but - "

"Shhhh. Fuck me, Karen. You get me to tell you about the only live cock I ever really got hot for and then you start fucking me with an even bigger one. You want to fuck me." I kissed her. "I want you to fuck me." I kissed her again. "Fuck me like a good girl." She was inside my head. I don't know how, but she knew how to get me hot. I was glad. I just wanted her to do it.

So, she closed her mouth over my nipples. In and out. The cock was part of me. My sex welcomed it and caressed it. The contours met every part of me. They perfectly caressed my soul and elicited cries of passion and pain. The good kind of pain.

As she thrust forward, Karen shuddered a bit. The stimulation on her clit peaked as she thrust into me. The cock pleasuring us both. But I wanted her to be even more excited, so I reached up and sucked on her nipples. The beautiful breasts hung down as she lay over me. I just took them and caressed them like they needed to be. Sucking her nipples brought cries from her throat that rivaled mine.

Our symphony of sex built. It had been going for quite some time and kept getting louder and louder. Every touch. Every caress. Every movement added to the excitement and fed my hunger more. The more the hunger was fed, the more the appetite grew.

I was on the bubble. The thin line between sexual labor and satisfaction, but my lover wasn't there yet. So, I thought of something to keep me from exploding: my husband. I thought about the years of anguish. The dissatisfaction. The mistaken belief that I could do nothing about it. Then, my Asian beauty said those words every person loves to hear from their partner when thinking of such unpleasant things: "I'm so close."

"Cum for me, baby." I said. I dove back into it. The cock. The tits. The woman laboring on top of me to meet both of our needs. The fire inside of me knowing that I'd been reborn and released from my own purgatory. Thrust. Kiss. Nipples. "Cum for me, Karen." The sheets. Every nerve feeling sexual electricity. "Cum inside of me, baby. Even better than that cock I told you about." My legs locked around her back. She was going nowhere until I got what I wanted. "Cum in me, baby. Cum. Cum." Our eyes locked and we both fell into the chasm.

White light. Heat. Every breath, so sensual. Just being alive was erotic. The afterglow of orgasm, especially the great ones, is the best drug anyone would ever need to try.

So, we lay there. Me wrapped around Karen. Karen in a puddle on top of me.

I'd had glimpses over the previous days, but now, it was as if God had sent this angel to me with a message. My old life was over.

My new life was beginning.

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