Suddenly, Kim grabbed Connie’s hips and rolled over, reversing their position; Connie was now on the bottom. But Kim’s sweetlystreaming cunt was still pressed against her lips, pouring its savory sauce into Connie’s thirsty mouth. Her fingers had come out of Kim’s ass during the change of place. With the same hand, she reached back to find the butt plug just as Kim began feasting on Connie’s eager snatch.
Shivering with pleasure at what Kim was doing with her lovely lips and tongue, Connie brought the butt plug into alignment and began working it slowly into Kim’s ass. Kim’s thighs began shaking and her knees gave out. She collapsed slowly atop Connie, her long legs extended back and to each side of Connie’s head. Connie kept up the licking and the pressure and suddenly the butt plug slid all the way home and was locked in place by the flutterings of Kim’s tight sphincter muscles.
Kim arched her head up long enough to hiss, “I feel like I’m taking a huge shit!” and then dropped her face back between Connie’s legs. Connie never stopped her snacking on Kim’s snatch and in moments, both women were shuddering to orgasm again.
Kim rolled off her and Connie squirmed around on the bed to be in her young lover’s arms.
“With that thing in my ass, I keep feeling like I’m going to cum again in a second,” Kim breathed into Connie’s mouth.
Connie responded by taking one prodigiously swollen nipple into her mouth and lightly bringing her teeth down on it. Kim shook and arched her hips and came again. Connie kept chewing that large nipple and slid her ungreased hand down to cover Kim’s cunt — and was shocked at the quantity of liquid seeping out of her. She sank two fingers suddenly into Kim’s quim and pressed her palm of her clitoris. She wiggled the fingers inside Kim and felt the liquids sloshing inside her. Kim was bucking her firm hips again, seeking — and Connie obliged. She curled her fingers inside Kim and found the swollen nodule of nerves on the upper part of her vagina. As soon as she began massaging the G spot, Kim screamed and arched up off the bed. She seemed unable to control the frantic rolling of her hips as she came and came. The juices flowed out of her spasming cunt, now. Connie could feel them on her hand, dripping.
Slowly, she removed her mouth from Kim’s nipple and her fingers from Kim’s cunt. The younger woman collapsed onto the bed again, still rippling with pleasure. Connie watched happily as Kim’s stomach and abdomen continued to contract. She knew Kim was still cumming and quickly plastered her lips onto her lover’s. Kim hugged her urgently as they passionately kissed long and deep. Their legs intertwined and each pressed against the other hungrily, as if trying to feel all her flesh against all of her flesh, as if trying to merge.
Later, Kim quietly said, “I wish you could stay the night.”
Connie, standing, smiled. “I’m planning to. We still have toys to break in.”
Kim’s joyous smile at having her lover stay the night with her became a slack-lipped look of pure lust. “Yes, those others…” Her fingers trailed down to her sodden crotch as if they moved on their own volition. “It’s too bad we can’t use them all at once somehow.”
“There’s too many for two of us.” Connie sat on the edge of the totally disheveled bed. “But we can always call Emily and invite her to join us sometime.” She leaned over and licked Kim’s belly. “For tonight, though, I want you all to myself.” She kissed Kim’s pubis.
“I can’t believe you’re going to be with me all night long,” Kim breathed. She was still aware of the butt plug, but had already gotten comfortable with it. “What about your husband?”
“He doesn’t mind…” Connie was kissing the insides of Kim’s thighs. She suddenly sat up. “Or did you mean something else?”
“Not originally, but — yeah, sure. Still.”
Connie thought for a moment. “I’d like that. It’s not his thing, but our anniversary is coming up. He won’t refuse me anything.”
Kim smiled and ran her hand over Connie’s back. “Neither will I.”
“I know.” She bent and started kissing Kim’s calves as Kim reached down to caress her tight ass cheeks with one hand while the other sought — and found — her mail order pulsating vibrator and the lubricating gel. She had an idea forming. When her finger brushed Connie’s tiny anus and the lithe, petite woman moaned and arched her butt against the digit, Kim’s idea became a certainty.
“Come up here, you slut,” Kim crooned. “It’s your turn to get butt-plugged.”
Connie groaned in anticipation and moved in willing compliance.* * *
Connie got home just after ten in the morning. The weather was unusually warm for late February and the two or three inches ofaccumulated snow was already melting into a large puddle that flashed blue-sky sunlight.
She’d purposely delayed returning, despite her eagerness to be with her beloved. If he’d been drinking the night before, he’d need a little time alone to come to terms with it.
And it was true: She *was* eager. Despite the splendid pleasures of the night before, the endless, self-indulgent satisfactions of her cravings for slippery sex with another woman — Kim, in particular — she ached to be with her man. The ache was in her heart and her head and other points, farther south. It seemed that the more she was with anyone else, the more she wanted Jerry.
She hesitated at the door and took a deep breath before she let herself in.
He was in the kitchen, drinking coffee from his favorite mug, a huge thing they’d found at a pottery fair two years before.
“Hello, wife,” he said. The New York Times was spread on the table next to a plate holding the surviving crumbs of a toasted English muffin. “Glad to see you.”
She grinned and felt the tears spilling down her face. She threw herself into his arms and held him as tightly as she could. “Goddam, but I love you!” she sobbed. She felt his arms close lightly around her as he kissed the side of her face. She calmed and finally slipped away to sit kitty-corner from him at the table.
“Well, what about last — ” both began saying, and then stopped and laughed.
“You first,” she said, reaching for the coffee carafe.
“I wondered about you, went to the gym, pumped for a while,wondered about you, played some racquetball, wondered about you,swam some laps. Wondered about you. Came home, ate, wondered about you, tossed the keys in the safe, wondered about you, juggled the lock. Then I wondered about you. Then I had a drink and watched TV. Then I took a shower and went to sleep.”
Her eyebrows went up.
“Yeah, just the one. I really didn’t feel like more than that. Kind of surprised myself. But I remembered that it didn’t help my wondering about you or anything else, and the one taste was nice but — ” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “It was all I wanted. Another one sounded good till I said it out loud and didn’t believe it — this time. Your turn.”
“Remember what I told you I wanted to do?”
He grinned, looked down into his crotch, nodded and said, “I sure enough do.” She half-rose to look down at the tent in his crotch, then sat again.
“Well, that and more.”
“Wow. I guess your sex drive is sated for a couple of days.”
“Are you kidding? I was sitting in a puddle all the way home, just thinking about what we better be doing ten minutes after I got here.”
He looked at his wristwatch. “That only gives us two minutes to get to the bedroom.”
She stood and began peeling off her clothes, which didn’t take long as she hadn’t bothered with underwear. She let the clothing lay where it fell and stepped naked to his side. She bent and unzipped his jeans, fished his cock out of his boxer shorts and straddled him. She began bending her knees, fitting the fat, flaring head of his cock into her swampy slit. The look of pleasure on his face sent a thunderclap of joy through her and they both groaned as she settled all the way down onto his big dick. His hands came up to cup her tight little ass cheeks as she began rocking on his prick. He ducked his head to suck on one lovely nipple and she felt the contractions already beginning in her cunt.
And as she posted and rode him to her second orgasm, she began telling him in great and vivid detail what she wanted for theiranniversary.
She would wait till they were in the bedroom before telling him about Emily — and the phone call she and Kim had made that morning.
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