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Shared Experience
Heather Towne |
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The first time David asked me, I said
no. And the second and third time. By the fourth time, I got
pissed off. "Okay, you want a threesome, I'll give you a
threesome! I'll drag some perv off the street - a guy, mind you -
and you and him can take turns fucking me senseless! How'd you
like that!?"
He didn't. He sulked, and mumbled something about our love life
getting stale and how I used to like to experiment and how wild we
were before we moved in together; all valid points, I realized
unhappily. Suffice it to say that he eventually got his wish. On
the one condition that I got to choose the woman from the on-line
catalogue at the escort agency that he just happened to have
bookmarked.
So, I chose the woman; someone impersonal and professional,
someone who would do her job, well, and disappear, not get
involved beyond the physical. And, as I talked to the
receptionist at the agency to set up a date and time, I wasn't at
all surprised to find that my recently dormant feelings of burning
sexual anticipation had been seriously rekindled: the trembling of
the hands and voice, the cold sweat, the hardening of the nipples
and the dampening of the pussy - the feeling that I was sexually
alive and didn't give a fuck what the world thought!
Thus, by the time our sex toy for the evening arrived, I was
probably even more aroused than David. And he was plenty aroused;
our preparatory hour-long, multi-positioned love-making session
had left little doubt about that. I answered the doorbell before
the first ring had dissipated. "Hi," I said to the young woman on
the doorstep. I felt my whole body start to shake slightly as I
eyeballed the gorgeous filling to David's fantasy sandwich. She
was green-eyed and blonde-haired, and her provocative lips were
painted blood-red, her face delicate and inviting and pretty, her
body curvaceous and outrageous. She had the unlikely combination
of huge breasts and tiny waist - something you normally only see
in porn videos and TV exercise shows. As she stared at me staring
at her, my face flushed red and sweat pin-pricked my pale skin.
I'd had a few lesbian encounters in the past, but nothing of her
magnitude.
"Hi, I'm Cassandra," the super-sized supermodel said, shattering
the awkward silence. "Can I come inside?"
Hopefully, I thought, hopefully. I smiled nervously, my mouth as
dry as English wit. "Uh, sure ... sorry, Cassandra. I'm Amy. I was
the one who, um, phoned about you."
She nodded and slipped past me, and I caught the scent of her
sweet, sweet body spray; caught it and held it and closed my eyes
and reveled in it. It clouded my head, warmed my body, and left me
vulnerable to any and all suggestions. This lady was clearly
packing heat.
"So, where's the lucky guy?" she asked pleasantly.
"Huh? Guy?" I gave my head a shake. "Oh, yeah - the guy." I
yelled,
"David!" then escorted sexy Cassandra into the living room.
David burst onto the scene like he'd been shot out of a cannon,
exchanged greetings with the main dish in our upcoming sensual
meal, and then led her down the hallway and into our bedroom.
After a couple of anxious minutes, he remembered that a threesome
involved three, and ran back and grabbed my sweaty hand with a
sweaty hand of his own. "You still want to go through with this?"
he asked, feigning earnestness.
"Well, I-"
"She's one sweet babe, huh?" he interrupted, staring dreamily off
down the hallway, his whole body twitching with excitement. I
hadn't seen him so gung-ho since I'd buckled myself into a
strap-on six months previous.
"Not as good-looking as you, of course," he added hastily, licking
his lips. "Man, you sure know how to pick 'em, baby!"
He dragged me down the hall to where Cassandra awaited us.
Efficient professional that she was, she had already stripped down
to her black bra and panties. "I thought I'd get comfortable," she
said casually. David and I jammed each other in the
doorframe for a moment, then stumbled across the threshold. I
coughed out the following words: "Uh, so ... how should we get
started? I mean..."
"Well, since this is David's party," Cassandra replied, gliding
towards us, "how 'bout if I get started with ... you." And she
took me in her arms and kissed me on the lips.
I closed my eyes and let her soft, warm, knowing lips dissolve
into mine. I hugged her buff body and opened my mouth and let her
tongue roam inside. She explored my mouth and my lips, and then
swirled her tongue up against mine in an erotic ballet that I
wished would never end. We grew bolder and more heated and
passionate, and mashed our mouths together, our breasts pressed
tight against one another, my pointed nipples tingling with
sensation.
The forgotten David inserted himself back into the picture by
wrapping his arms around the both of us. Cassandra broke the seal
on our sucking mouths, sending me headlong from heaven back down
to earth. "I think we got David's attention," she quipped.
David was naked, and his hard cock was pressing into Cassandra's
soft, tanned thigh. She guided him over to the bed like a mother
guides a googly-eyed child into a candy store. She unfastened her
bra and tossed it aside, and David fell upon her breasts and fed
on them, gorging himself on her massive, bronze tits. She winked
at me over his shoulder and said, "Come on, Amy, three's not a
crowd."
I slipped off my shorts and t-shirt and was naked. I skipped over
and playfully slapped David on the ass. He yelped and looked
around at me, his tongue hanging out, Cassandra's tits glistening
with his hot saliva. "Here's how we're going to do this,"
Cassandra said matter-of-factly.
"First time out, anyway." She quickly instructed her two
over-eager sex students on the proper positioning.
When she was done, she was flat on her back on the bed. I was
straddling her stomach and David was astride her face. He gripped
the headboard with whitened knuckles, staring blindly at the
wallpaper, his thick cock buried to the balls in Cassandra's
mouth. I fondled her tits, rolled her swollen nipples between my
fluttering fingers, and then bent down and sucked on her rubbery
nubs. Cassandra disgorged David's triple X erection and
ordered me to pull down her panties. I pulled down her panties -
and grinned. It was only when David's ears finally cottoned
on to the sound of me bouncing up and down on Cassandra, moaning
more and more frantically, that he twisted his head around to find
out what all my excitement was about. He stared, wide-eyed, at me,
as I rode Cassandra's long, hard cock.
I smiled contentedly as his eyes flew back and forth between
Cassandra's cock buried in my pussy, and his own cock buried in
Cassandra's mouth. "Something for the both of us, sweetie,"
I groaned, already on the cusp of a mammoth orgasm.
His body signaled the agreement his mind was slow in acknowledging
by convulsing wildly as his jerking cock sprayed white-hot semen
into our transsexual's very talented, very versatile mouth. I
quickly joined him in Cassandra-inspired ecstasy. |
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