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     Carolyn awoke and looked at the clock beside her bed. It was

2:35 A.M. and she was wide awake again. Ever since her date  with

Don,  she  had not slept the night through, but awakened  two  or

three times with visions of her with him and Connie in any number

of  steamy circumstances. This night, it had been the  three   of

them  locked  in an oral triangle. Her breasts were  swollen  and

erect,  and  her  pussy was flooded with the  excitement  of  her

dream.



     "Damn!"  she  swore  reaching  for  the  phone.  "Enough  is

enough!"



     "Hi," she said when the other party answered. "What are  you

doing?"



     "I was sleeping," came the groggy reply. "Is this Carolyn?"



     "Of course it is, Alan. How many other horny women call  you

in the middle of the night?"



     There was a moment of silence before his reply.



     "Wait a minute. I'm counting," he told her. "What's up?"



     "My nipples," Carolyn breathed to him. "I wish you were here

to suck them."



     There was no reply.



     "Alan? Are you there?"



     "I was just pulling down the sheet. Are you going to make me

jerk off again tonight, Carolyn?"



     "Why  don't you come over and do it here - or let me  do  it

for  you?  I  want your cock, Alan," Carolyn  breathed  into  the

phone.



     "Damn it! We've been through all that, Carolyn. I can't give

you what you want, so don't ask me for just part of it."



     "Don't you like my pussy?"



     "Hell,  I love it!" the man replied. "I just can't get  used

to  sharing it with anybody else, and you won't be tied down.  So

that doesn't leave us very much hope, does it?"



     "I've been dreaming about your big dick," she said, ignoring

his  allusions to her refusal to stop seeing other men  while  she

dated him.



     "Carolyn! I can't take this!"



     "Then come over and stick it in my cunt and my mouth. I want

to eat your cock, Alan!"



     The line was silent.



     "Alan, I have two of my fingers in my pussy and its  getting

so wet! Please come and fuck me!"



     There was a deep sigh on the other end of the phone and then

Alan cleared his throat.



     "I  can't do it," he told her. "I'm sorry, Carolyn.  I  just

can't take the roller-coaster ride!"



     Carolyn swore under her breath as she hung up the phone  and

opened  the  drawer of her nightstand. Inside was a  girl's  best

friend  -  her vibrator with a tube of  flavored  lubricant.  She

turned it on and pressed it to her clitoris. With the other hand,

she picked up the phone and dialed again.



     Connie's voice was barely audible.



     "This  is  Carolyn. I'm sorry I woke you up, Connie,  but  I

just had to talk to you."



     "Carolyn?" The woman on the other end was instantly awake.



     "It's  all right. I was just sleeping. Is  anything  wrong?"

Connie asked.



     "I  guess not. It's just ...  ever since I was with you  and

Don,  I keep waking up in the middle of the night. It's  sort  of

weird."



     "Guilty conscience?" Connie asked.



     "You've  got  to be kidding! Just the opposite.  I  know  we

don't  know  each  other all that well, but you  and  Don  really

turned me on, Connie. I don't know what to do about it."



     Connie  chuckled softly and Carolyn could hear her  stirring

in the bedclothes.



     "I  have  to go to work in the morning, or I  would  suggest

getting together right now. I usually don't go one on one with  a

woman,  but  there are always exceptions to every  rule,"  Connie

told her.



     "That would be great," Carolyn sighed. "I'm like that,  too,

but it was different with you. I don't know why it's affected  me

like this, but it has."



     "Maybe it was Don. He has that kind of effect on people. How

long have you known him?" Connie asked.



     "We  work  together. Actually, we never dated  before.  Last

night was sort of an experiment, I guess. Wow!"



     "Maybe  we  can do it again sometime," Connie  murmured  and

yawned into the phone.



     "Do you mean that?"



     "Sure,"  Connie  answered  and yawned once  more.  "Call  me

tomorrow."



     Carolyn  said  goodbye and hung up the  phone,  running  the

humming  vibrator over her clitoris until she felt  the  familiar

rush  of her orgasm building. Closing her eyes, she  concentrated

on the memory of Connie's fleshy thighs against her cheek and the

taste  of her pussy as wave after  wave on sensation washed  over

her. The two of them, she knew, had only scratched the tip of the

iceberg of passion!





     Don rolled over and put his arms around the ample body  next

to him, his cock lying along the deep crease of her buttocks.  He

felt  her  behind pressing back against him as he  caressed  her

breast.



     "Who was that?" he asked as she hung up the phone.



     "A friend of yours."



     "Carolyn?"



     "Uh huh."



     Don was silent.



     "Well?" she asked.



     "Well what?"



     "Aren't you going to ask what she wanted?"



     His hand went down to the hairy flesh between her thighs.



     "I  know what she wants. The question is - is she  going  to

get it?"



     "I  don't know," Connie answered quietly. "She's  different,

isn't she?"



     "Different?"



     "You know, it's like she... never mind."



     "You like her, don't you?"



     "She was nice."



     Connie  was cut off by a probing finger that suddenly  found

her clitoris. She twisted around and kissed the man next to her.



     "Did we turn you on?" she asked with a husky voice.



     "You know it! I think she loves your ass almost as much as I

do."

     She  felt his other hand slip down between her buttocks  and

probed  the tender flesh of her behind. It was a  relatively  new

area of eroticism that he had found for her and she wondered what

new treat would be in store this morning. The answer came quickly

as  he  turned her on her stomach and spread her legs.  While  he

probed  her cunt as deeply as his fingers could reach,  she  felt

his  tongue at the base of her spine beginning its  slow  journey

down to the twitching flesh of her pussy.



     She  moaned  in ecstasy as he tickled her asshole  with  the

tip of his tongue and then ran it down to the opening of her  wet

cunt.  Spreading the lips with his fingers, he tongue-fucked  her

for a few moments and then went back to tickling her behind. This

time,  one finger probed inside her ass as he continued  to  kiss

the broad, sensitive globes of her behind.



     "Please  be  careful, Don," she murmured. "I don't  like  it

when it hurts."



     Without removing his finger, he rose and kissed her  deeply.

She  could taste her pussy on his lips and was vaguely aware that

the sensation around her asshole had become more acute - and more

pleasurable as the kiss went on. Then he withdrew and his tongue

ran from the base of her neck all the way down her spine to where

his fingers continued to excite her most secret pleasure centers.



     She  gave herself up to the pleasure he was giving and  felt

her ass stretched wider and wider as he worked more fingers  into

the tender hole. Unlike previous occasions, the feeling was  not

one  of pain, but of gradual pleasure of a kind she never  before

felt.  She let him open her legs as widely as she could and  when

he  knelt  between  them, she knew what  would  happen  next  and

involuntarily  flinched  as the head of his  cock  pushed  firmly

against the excited ring of her anus. His fingers pulled her full

cheeks apart as he pressed slowly and gently forward. Before  she

knew  it, she felt herself filling up with his cock in a way  she

had  never  before known, and she felt the muscles  of  her  anus

relaxing to admit the slippery cock that was now sliding back and

forth.



     "Stick your finger up your pussy," he told her.



     She did and felt the odd sensation of his cock moving on the

other  side of the thin wall of tissue. The thought  excited  her

further and she moved her ass back and forth, trying to  increase

the sensations inside her.



     "Do you like it?" he whispered.



     "Oh,  Don!  I was so afraid you were going to  hurt  me.  It

feels so good, though."



     Indeed, she felt as if she was stretched open to her utmost,

and  each time he thrust his cock into her, she answered  with  a

thrust of her ass. Men had always liked her ass, it seemed. This,

though,  was  the  ultimate in fanny-worship,  she  thought,  and

arched  her  back  as Don's movements began to tell  her  he  was

starting to come. The motion excited her too, and she rubbed  her

clitoris harder and harder as Don continued to fuck her  asshole,

moaning and pumping his come into her.



     When  they  were finished they held each other  for  a  long

while  without talking. His lips were near her ear and  she  felt

his  breath  against the tender part of her neck.  They  showered

together and looked at the clock. It was nearly time for them  to

leave for work. Don dressed and went to the door.



     "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  rela-

tionship.



     It  had been Carlie who had brought her back to the land  of

the  living  by insisting she find a new  lover  immediately  and

forget about moonlight and roses. Together, the two women went to

Mexico  for a weekend to spend among the gigolos until they  were

both  fully  satiated.  At one point, they ran out  of  men,  and

Carlie  jokingly suggested they improvise with one another.  When

Connie  jokingly agreed, Carlie produced a vibrator and  jokingly

began  using  it on herself. By the time they were  done  joking,

they had jokingly eaten one another and used up the batteries  in

the  vibrator.  Connie, somewhere along the line,  confessed  her

affair  with  Cathy and Carlie confessed more  affairs  than  she

could remember.



     When they returned from their trip, Connie invited her lover

to a motel for a threesome with her aunt. The two women  stripped

him  and  tied him to the bed, one eating him while  he  ate  the

other. They made him come repeatedly until his chest and  stomach

was  covered  with sperm. Then they dressed and  left  him,  tied

spread-eagle  on  the bed. Just before they  walked  out,  Connie

called  his wife and told her where to find her husband. She  was

never proud of herself for doing it, but she felt it restored her

self-respect.  If  he had been honest, she knew, she  would  have

never been so hurt. Carlie laughed for three weeks.



     Ever  since then, she had kept sex in perspective  and  took

care not to confuse a good lay with moonlight and roses. Don  had

fallen  into  the  first category  but,  Connie's  defenses  were

falling slowly but surely. As much as she wanted to regard him as

nothing  more than a hot night between the sheets, she  sensed  a

special  chemistry  that raised danger signals. But  she  ignored

them  and continued increasing her involvement with him.  Neither

of  them  asked anything of the other, but Connie  was  ready  to

restrict her love life to him and him alone, were he to ask. But,

she knew, he would never ask - and she was happier for it.  There

were still a thousand Carolyns in the world and as many Raymonds,

Phillips and, perhaps, even one or two more Dons.





     Carolyn  stepped from the shower and rubbed herself  briskly

with  a large towel. She loved the feeling of the  soft  material

brushing  over her skin and continued rubbing long after she  was

dry. Her breasts tingled with the excitement of the towel and her

nipples  stood  erect and sensitive. She licked her  fingers  and

teased one while she continued to towel her crotch with the other

hand.



     Damn Alan, she swore to herself.



     She had dated him for almost a year, and the two of them had

experienced  a complete panacea of pleasure together.  Eventually,

though, he had become serious and possessive, constantly  talking

about  getting  married and settling down. She was not  ready  for

that,  and knew that a marriage would end in disaster.  He  would

not listen, though, and finally broke off their relationship. She

closed  her eyes and remembered one of their last times  together

as the towel slipped away and she continued rubbing her clitoris.



     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.



     She  came  as he was flooding her mouth with come,  and  she

kept  on  coming  as  he dropped the  feather  and  fingered  her

sensitive  pussy. He knew just how to make her come,  all  right.

She  remembered  the  feel of his lips on  her  clitoris  as  she

concentrated  on her growing orgasm. Looking down at her  crotch,

she  imagined  his head their, but the picture became  the  light

blonde  hair  and the mouth became Connie's as Carolyn  began  to

come.



     She  went to her bedroom and sat on the edge of her  bed  to

slip  on her pantyhose. She would probably be seeing  Don  today,

and  she  wondered how he would react to her after the night  the

three  of  them spent together. She also wondered  how  he  would

react if he knew she planned to meet Connie on her own. She had a

feeling he would not care. It was Don, she knew, who had set  her

up  to see Connie watching them. She smiled as she pulled a  soft

sweater  over her braless tits and wondered if Don was as bi-  as

his women. She suspected that perhaps he was and a plan began  to

form in the back of her mind.



     When she got to work, she dialed Connie's number and made  a

date  to meet her for lunch. At mid-morning, she bumped into  Don

as she went to get coffee.



     "Hello,"  she said saucily. "I enjoyed our date last  night.

You know how to treat a girl to a different evening!"



     Don smiled and looked around to make sure no one else was in

earshot.



     "The pleasure was all mine," he told her.



     "I wouldn't bet on it!" she laughed.



     He laughed.



     "Connie  enjoyed meeting you," he said. "Maybe we should  do

it again sometime."



     "Count on it!" she told him and went back to her office.



     She met Connie at lunch and after some small talk, she  told

her  what she was planning. Connie listened intently  as  Carolyn

talked.



     "I  thought you were just interested in the two of us,"  she

said  at  last.  "I  didn't realize  you  were  interested  in  a

foursome."



     Carolyn  looked  down at the tabletop and then  directly  at

Connie.



     "That  hasn't changed," she told her. "I still want it  with

you one on one. How about you?"



     "I'd  like that, I think," Connie replied softly.  "And  the

other sounds good too. I'd like to see Don in action with another

guy and see how he likes..."



     "Oh  my!"  Carolyn teased. "Don't tell me  that  rascal  has

gotten to your backdoor!"



     Connie  blushed and looked away. Carolyn reached out and  put

her hand on the other woman's arm.



     "I  didn't  mean anything, Connie. I mean, I've  done  it  a

couple  of times, too. It just hurts too much for me to  enjoy  a

whole lot, and Don's so big!"



     "He's  not so bad," Connie told her with a shy  smile.  "But

it's not something I'd like for a steady diet."



     "Are you busy tonight?" Carolyn asked.



     "Actually,  I am. Don's taking me to dinner. Believe  it  or

not,  it's  our  first  date. But maybe  we  could  get  together

tomorrow or the next evening."



     "Tomorrow,  then.  Come to my place after work  for  dinner.

Bring your toothbrush, if you want," Carolyn added coyly.



     "All right," Connie agreed, her breath beginning to  shorten

for  some  reason.  The  pact  the  two  women  were  making  was

surprisingly  exciting  for  her, as she could  see  it  was  for

Carolyn.

     "I feel like a schoolgirl," she laughed, trying to break the

tension building in her.



     Carolyn grinned.



     "I need another drink," she said. "You do strange things  to

me."



     Now it was Connie's turn to laugh.



     "Tomorrow night we'll see what strange things happen!"



     "It's going to be like forever. Especially with you and  Don

together  tonight."



     "Please,  Carolyn.  Don't be the jealous type  -  especially

about men. I don't think I'm ready for that."



     "Who me? Not a chance. I'm just thinking that you'll be  get-

ting a good shot of what I want while all I'll have is my  trusty

vibrator and the TV Guide! If you need company, Honey, give me  a

call!" Carolyn assured her.



     Carolyn smiled.



     "Don't  wait up," she told the other woman. "Believe  it  or

not, this is going to be our first date and I have a feeling it's

going to be a good one."



     Carolyn  nodded sagely. She wondered if perhaps Allen  might

change  his mind for one night. She did not relish  spending  the

evening  alone with visions of Don and Connie going  through  her

mind.



     "Tomorrow,  then,"  she confirmed. "See you  about  six,  if

that's all right."



     Connie smiled.



     "I wouldn't miss it for the world," she promised.



     Allen proved to be more steadfast than Carolyn suspected  he

could be, and she began to suspect he had other interests to keep

him  on  the  straight and narrow.  She  considered  going  to  a

singles place to see if she could get lucky, but decided  against

it.  At  the last moment, she dressed and went to  a  movie  that

advertised  two  "Thumbs  Up" from Siskel and  Ebert.  It  was  a

mystery thriller and she enjoyed it thoroughly. It was not  until

she  had left the theater on her way home that she  realized  she

had  not thought of Connie for hours. In bed, however, the  light

haired woman captured her thoughts as her fingers brought her  to

shivering  climaxes  before sleep and she  slept  soundly  until

morning.



     Connie rushed home to shower and change before Don  arrived.

She  hated  to admit it, but she was as nervous as she  had  been

before her first date in high school. Of course, that evening had

been a movie and an ice cream on the way home. The big event  was

a  kiss  in front of her door. With Don, she  wondered  where  it

would  lead! All she knew was that she was terribly  excited  and

could not wait to see him.



     Don  arrived promptly and kissed her lightly as  he  ushered

her to his car. He would not tell her where they were going,  but

headed out of the city and up the coast. When he pulled into  the

long  drive that wound up to the Castle Amboy, Connie  turned  to

him in shock. The Castle Amboy was notoriously expensive, had its

own airstrip and catered to a very exclusive clientele. In  fact,

she  had never met anyone who had actually stayed there, and  she

could  barely remember talking to anyone who had even had  dinner

in one of its fabled "dinner suites".



     "This is too expensive!" she protested.



     "Don't you think you're worth it?" Don laughed.



     "That's  not the point. You don't have to do this for me.  I

mean, you're sweet, but this is just..."



     Don laughed as she stumbled with the words.



     "Do you feel Caribbean tonight?" he asked.



     Connie shrugged and shook her head. Obviously, Don had  gone

to some trouble to set this up for her. A parking valet took  his

car  and a middle-aged man escorted them to their private  dinner

suite. Connie was not prepared for what she encountered.



     Passing  through  what seemed to be a  standard  hotel  room

door, they entered a luscious suite that overlooked the ocean. In

the  center  of  the room was a steaming hot  tub  surrounded  by

overstuffed  pads  and  thick chenille wraps.  Large  palm  trees

framed a long table holding a lush assortment of appetizers. Soft

reggae music accentuated the panorama of the sun setting into the

ocean. Connie stood overwhelmed for a moment.



     "It's beautiful!" she whispered to Don.



     "Join me in some good clean fun?" he indicated the  steaming

hot  tub and flipped a switch. Immediately the tub  frothed  with

turbulence as jets of air surged through it.



     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.



     "My  name is Tasulla, and I am from the island of  Tatu,  in

the Grenadines," the girl said in sing-song island accent. "I  am

to serve you tonight, and I will be helped by Panna. If you  want

anything  at all, simply call for either of us. We will never  be

that far away. And now, enjoy your drinks. When you hear my bell,

it  means I will be coming in in a few moments. I will  tell  you

when dinner is almost ready."



     As she stood up to leave, Connie saw her silhouetted against

the  evening  sky.  Her buttocks were firm and  round  under  the

sarong,  and  as she stepped away with a long,  sensual  sort  of

movement, Connie saw the shadowy trace of her curly bush. Nor was

the  girl's lush sensuality wasted on Don, she noted.  Under  the

water, the foot slowly rubbed her cunt as they watched the  round

globes of Tasulla's behind disappear through the panel.



     "I thought you would appreciate this place," Done told her.



     "It  must  cost a fortune! How did you ever find  out  about

it?"



     He shrugged.



     "Business,"   he   told  her.  "It's  a   rather   exclusive

organization,  but  it's  world-wide and  caters  to  a  corporate

budget. There are various degrees of service, of course, but  the

theme is always on elegance. It's your kind of place! How do  you

like the help?"



     "I'm waiting to see Panna," she grinned. "I assume he's  the

male counterpart of that beautiful creature."



     "You'll soon find out," Don told her and slid around the hot

tub to sit beside her.



     Under  the  water, she found his soft cock and  squeezed  it

slowly  before  she found his balls floating loosely in  the  hot

water.  Without warning, he took her face between his  hands  and

kissed  her  deeply. Then he held her close to him and  they  sat

quietly  with  their  arms  around  one  another  as  the   water

bubbled frantically.



     "Oh Don!" she whispered. "I don't want to love you!"



     "It's  all right, Connie," he told her. "You know I'm  crazy

about you. We'll work it all out. We're the same kind of  people.

It's going to be wonderful."



     She buried her face in his neck and felt his arms around her

tighten.  She  no longer felt like the big horse of a  woman  she

always  thought herself to be. Instead, she felt small,  delicate

and  protected  in his arms. They stood in the steaming  tub  and

kissed  again. This time, her hands ran down over his behind  and

then  up to clasp the back of his neck. His penis was  no  longer

soft but pressed against her belly as they stood.



     "You make me feel so good!" she murmured. She wanted to  say

more, much more, but she was afraid to spoil the moment.



     She did not have to, for his hands running over her back and

holding  her waist talked for him. They really knew  very  little

about one another, but the feeling was there, all right. She  was

too  street-wise to hope it would last forever, but she  knew  it

was much more than a fast lay!



     Don's hands moved further and soon he was cupping her  large

buttocks, pulling her close to him  as he continued kissing  her.

Connie liked to have him play with her behind because she knew he

really appreciated the smooth, round globes of her ass. His penis

continued  pressing against her belly and she slid her  own  hand

down to finger its probing tip.



     A tiny bell rang somewhere.



     "Oh damn!" Connie swore. "I've never fucked in a hot tub!"



     Don laughed and pulled her down into the water, causing  her

to  straddle  him. She squealed in surprise as his  cock  pressed

against  her pussy, and she shifted her weight to let  him  enter

her.



     "Tasulla  is  going to catch us!" she giggled and  felt  his

cock sliding along the tight walls of her cunt.



     "Would  you  like another drink?" Tasulla said  from  behind

them, causing Connie to freeze momentarily.



     "Not  right  now," Don replied. "We're working  on  our  own

recipe."



     The  island girl giggled as Connie rotated her hips  on  his

cock. Don raised himself trying to thrust into her and lifted her

ass almost clear of the water. She knew the girl could easily see

his  cock  going  into her and blushed  when  she  realized  that

Tasulla showed no inclination to leave them.



     Instead,  she  felt strong hands massaging the back  of  her

neck and realized Tasulla was in the hot tub with them. The hands

felt  good, as did Tasulla's muscular body pressing her flank  as

she felt Don going deeper and deeper into her. In the water,  she

felt almost weightless. Tasulla's hands were rubbing her back and

slipping under her arms to lightly cup her full tits.



     "Such a pretty lady and such a big man," the girl crooned as

she fondled Connie's tits and tweaked her nipples.



     "Oh God!" Connie moaned as her orgasm began to come.



     Don was already moving in short spasms that told her he  was

shooting deep inside her and she buried her face in his neck  as

she  came. Tasulla laughed softly and slipped her hand under  the

water to caress Connie's pussy.



     "How was it?" Don asked.



     "Too  much! You do things to me nobody else even  thinks  of

doing!"



     "Hungry?"



     Connie  nodded as she watched Tasulla climb out of the  tub.

She  was an ebony statue with glistening breasts and firm,  round

buttocks. Her muscular thighs framed a bush of tight curls as she

picked up a broad terry cloth and wrapped it around Connie.



     "Dinner be ready soon," she said and left the room, carrying

her scanty costume with her.



     "Is that part of the service?" Connie asked as they  watched

the black girl undulate from the room.



     "The  dinner suite comes with a complete fantasy," Don  told

her. "Tasulla is highly trained and very capable, I'm told."



     They  toweled  briskly and dressed as Tasulla  entered  the

room  once more. This time, she was accompanied by a young  black

man  dressed in tight-fitting trousers and a colorful shirt  open

to the waist. He wheeled a large cart that held their dinner.



     "What are we having? I'm starved!" Connie said.



     "I think it's curried goat," Don told her. "Whatever it  is,

I'm sure it'll be delicious."



     They  talked  quietly as they ate, words flowing  from  them

easily.  He  told her of his divorce and the unhappiness  he  had

left behind, and she spoke quietly of her life and the hopes  she

had always kept to herself.



     "I  never  considered  remarrying  because  I  never  really

believed I could be faithful to just one person," he confided. "I

guess that means something."



     She smiled and avoided his eyes.



     "Maybe  you don't have to," she said. "I feel the same  way.

Do you think you could stand your wife screwing someone else?"



     "I  never thought so, but now I'm not sure. Tying  your  sex

life  to just one person just wouldn't seem to fit you," he  told

her.  "Sometime  I'd like to see what you're  like  with  another

man."



     Connie looked at him evenly.



     "Sometime  I'd  like to see what you're  like  with  another

man!" she challenged.



     Don blushed.



     "It  depends on the man," he told her with a  shrug.  "Right

now, I can't think of anyone that would fulfill your fantasy."



     Connie looked down at her plate. One of her secret fantasies

was to be shared by two men. She had made it come true once,  but

the men were nervous and intimidated by one another. Perhaps, she

later wondered, things would have been different if they had been

bisexual.  She remembered the feeling of cocks exploding  in  her

pussy and her mouth at the same time and shuddered.



     They were curled up on a wide couch drinking a sweet  liquor

as  Panna  and Tasulla cleared away dinner. As the  two  of  them

moved  around  the room, she noticed that Panna's  trousers  were

made of the same thin material as Tasulla's sarong. She could see

his cock lying thick and long against his thigh and stared at  it

hungrily.  Don saw her interest and gently rubbed her  breast  as

she followed the young man.



     "I'm  sorry!" she apologized when she realized what she  had

been doing. "You must think I'm terrible!"



     "I  was wondering when you were going to get around  to  the

real  entertainment  of  the evening," Don  laughed.  "Panna  and

Tasulla think you're a very pretty lady. So do I!"



     "I  feel  funny!" Connie said self-consciously and  put  her

head  on his shoulder. She felt him motion and decided  to  close

her eyes and wait.



     Moments  later, she was rewarded by soft  hands  unbuttoning

her  blouse and feeling her breasts. When she opened her eyes,  a

naked  Panna was standing over her, gently removing  her  clothes.

His  large  cock hung down, its black head shining like  a  large

plum.  Next  to her, an equally naked Tasulla was  on  her  knees

working  Don's pants down his legs with one hand while the  other

fondled his stiff dick.



     "How do you like them?" he asked.



     "They're beautiful!" she breathed. "Look how lovely his cock

is!"



     Tasulla knelt back and looked at her.



     "Panna  thinks you very pretty, Lady," she said  shyly,  and

the young man looked down at Connie expectantly.



     She  leaned  forward  to kiss the head of  his  huge  penis,

running her tongue into the tiny slit. Beside her, Tasulla filled

her  mouth with Don's cock. Panna knelt down and buried his  face

between  Connie's thighs and expertly licked her  pussy.  Without

warning, he stopped and Tasulla took his place.



     The  girl's  touch was gentle and exciting as  she  ran  her

tongue  into the secrets of Connie's snatch, but Panna  was  even

more  interesting as he engulfed Don's cock, his own nine  inches

sticking out straight. As Tasulla lapped her cunt, Connie reached

out  and  stroked the huge black cock bobbing alongside  of  her.

Don's eyes squinted shut as he enjoyed the remarkable blow-job he

was  receiving.  Wriggling  around, she captured  the  huge  cock

between her lips and marveled at the spongy feel of its head  as

she pressed her lips down on it. The tip of her tongue opened the

large slit and she tasted the light saltiness of clear fluid.  As

she  sucked  more  of it in, she could feel it  jump  as  Panna's

muscles  spasmed at her touch. Concentrating, she took the  black

man's full cock deep into her throat and felt the coarse hair  of

his balls against her cheek.



     Tasulla  was  doing  something  interesting  to  her  pussy,

filling  it with air one moment and sucking it out the  next.  No

one had ever done that to her before, and the repeated  sensation

was sending eerie feelings up and down her back as she sucked the

throbbing  cock.  Glancing down, she saw the black  girl's  hands

busily  frigging  herself as she worked on  Connie's  soft  cunt.

Panna  groaned  as she relinquished his cock and slid  around  to

grasp  the girl's hips. Tasulla moved expertly to cover  Connie's

mouth  with her pussy and raised one knee so that she could  look

beside  her  and watch the spectacle of her lover going  down  on

Panna's  huge  cock as the two men sucked one another in  the  69

position.



     Connie  sobbed as she started to come and sucked eagerly  on

Tasulla's  clitoris until she felt the tremors shake  the  pretty

girl's  body as they had hers. Beside her, Don  humped  furiously

into  Panna's mouth and filled his own with the man's huge  dick.

Even  as  he was writhing under the pangs of his own  orgasm,  he

stopped sucking and massaged the long penis until great fountains

of  white shot up and sprayed the two women with sticky  come.  A

thick glob landed on Tasulla's cheek and Connie sensuously licked

it  off, savoring the strong taste of male sperm.  Leaning  over,

she licked Panna's cock clean and then kissed Don deeply, letting

her tongue carry the taste of come to him.



     "Wow!" she said.



     Don laughed.



     "Does that satisfy your curiosity?"



     "For  the  moment,  anyhow," Connie  told  him.  "There  are

probably a lot more things I have to learn about you!"



     "That goes double. I bet Panna's never been sucked like that

in his life!"



     The  young man grinned shyly and Connie looked at  his  cock

lying flaccid along his thigh. She reached out and stroked it  and

felt  the blood begin rushing back to swell it once more.  Beside

her,  Tasulla giggled and she felt the girls hands  stroking  her

ass.  Panna's cock continued to grow until he had a full  hard-on

once again. He rolled over and she opened her thighs for him. The

huge cock entered her quickly and easily, spreading her wide  and

pressing  hard against her cervix. She spread her legs  wide  and

stroked his hairy balls against the tender skin of her ass as  he

began fucking her. She closed her eyes and savored every inch  of

the long rod that was stretching her pussy to impossible limits.



     Tasulla  had turned around and was stroking them where  they

joined, bringing her pussy to Connie's eye level. She watched  as

the beautiful brown legs parted to expose black lips  surrounding

a firey pink pussy. Don's white cock slid between the velvet lips

and  disappeared into the wet hole as Connie watched. The  rhythm

of the two fucking people was accentuated by Panna's deep thrusts

and she realized Don was fondling her tit as he fucked Tasulla.



     Slowly and gradually, Panna increased his rhythm and  Connie

became  less  and less aware of Don and  Tasulla  although  their

slippery genitals were scant inches from her face. The huge  cock

had her entire attention and she knew Panna was getting ready  to

come.  Her  own orgasm was only moments away, and  when  the  man

started making frantic sounds and thrusting deep inside her,  she

wrapped  her thighs around him tightly and thrust her ass up  and

down with a rotating motion that fucked him deep and strong.  Her

pussy  flexed and flexed as she milked the big cock like a  cow's

tit  and felt a river of come squirting out of her pussy  to  run

down the crack of her ass.



     Don  had pulled Tasulla up to her knees and drove  into  her

from behind. Connie looked up at his cock going in and out of her

and impulsively kissed her clitoris and the thrusting shaft  with

its wrinkled sac hanging down. Don was moaning and she could  see

white liquid seeping out around the driving cock as he shot  into

her. As his cock slipped out, she kissed the gaping cunt and  his

come flooded down into her mouth. Tasulla held onto Panna's chest

as  she  caught  her  breath.  Both  of  them  might  have   been

professionals,  Connie  thought  to herself, but  they  had  been

soundly fucked that night!



     "When you take a girl to dinner, you really turn her  head!"

she remarked as they drove back toward home.



     Don laughed at that.



     "I  love  being  with you!" he told her.  "You're  the  most

exciting woman I think I've ever met."



     "More exciting than Tasulla?"



     "She's  a trained and seasoned pro. You're real. Besides,  I

think you're prettier. You're my type of woman."



     "That's why you took Carolyn back to your apartment and  let

me  watch you screwing her, I guess. That's some kind  of  court-

ship!  I  guess it's all right, though. I ended up  screwing  her

too!"



     Don slowed the car down and half turned toward Connie.



     "I don;t want to say the wrong thing, but Carolyn was a long

time  ago and so was Suzy. I'm working on right now, and  it's  a

lot  more than I bargained for. You're enough woman to  keep  any

man busy! I'm not the one-woman type, you might have noticed - no

more than you're a one-man woman. I think we can work it out.  If

you'd like, tomorrow we can do something a little more ordinary."



     Connie flinched as she remembered her date with Carolyn. She

regretted ever making it now. Don was beginning to say the  right

things  and  she had no desire to involve anyone as  volatile  as

Carolyn in what promised to be a true love affair for her.



     "What's  the matter?" Don asked. "Am I coming on too  strong

for you. I thought you wanted me to be honest."



     "Oh  Don,"  she gasped, "I'm sorry. I was just  thinking  of

something else. What you were just saying is wonderful. In  fact,

I  feel just about the same way about you. It's just that  I  had

made  other plans for tomorrow and I'm wondering how I can  break

them. I love being with you!"



     She  put her hand on his arm as she spoke and then  slid  it

inside his shirt to caress his bare chest. His arm around her, he

slid  it under the hem of her blouse and cupped her  breast,  his

fingers playing over the nipple as they drove.



     "Don't  change your plans. We'll do it the  following  night

and, if you want, we can spend the weekend together. I'm sure  we

can find something to do! - Or somebody!"



     Connie giggled and ran her hand between his legs to feel the

bulge  of  his soft cock. They continued in silence  for  a  long

while,  each  savoring the lush pleasure of being  close  to  the

other.  When the car stopped in front of Connie's  building,  she

wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately.



     "Do you want to come in?" she asked.



     "It's  late," he told her regretfully, "and we have to  work

tomorrow.  We'd better save it for later. Besides, I  don't  think

there's much more left."



     She smiled and opened the car door.



     "Leave your curtain open," she told him. "I want to see  you

getting ready for bed."



     When she had gotten ready for bed, she slipped on a robe and

looked out the window. Don waved to her. He was naked, laying  on

his  bed. His cock was still soft and hung down between his  open

legs.  She  waved  back and let the robe  slide  down  her  body,

exposing her broad, white bottom. She knew how much he loved  her

ass  and  she ran her hands over it knowing he was  watching  her

every move. Slowly, she crawled up on her bed, exposing the  soft

flesh  between  her  thighs as she drew herself up  on  the  bed.

Reaching over, she turned out the light.



     Don's light remained on for a few moments as he savored  the

evening  and  thought  about  Connie.  She  was  more  than  just

attractive  - she was the most exciting woman he had  ever  known

and  he wondered if she had any idea of how attracted he  was  to

her. He slowly rubbed his cock as he remembered Janna's going  in

and  out  of  her. She was even less inhibited than  he  and  was

probably laying in the dark watching him.



     He stood up and thought about going over to her apartment to

fuck her, but thought better of it. He was fucked out!



     Connie arrived at Carolyn's apartment after much indecision.

She  did  not  want  to  alienate  the  woman,  but  her  growing

relationship  with  Don made a sexual encounter such  as  Carolyn

suggested  somewhat awkward. Had it been another man,  she  would

have rejected it immediately. But the tryst with Carolyn was just

off-beat and excitingly wicked enough to pique her curiosity.



     "I'm  just a hot-blooded slit!" she told herself as she  had

so many times in the past.



     Connie  had  long ago recognized that she had  never  really

been seduced, but had been a passive seductress. Her early affair

with  Kathy had been as much prodded along by her as anyone,  and

she  remembered her persistence in finding out just how  far  her

Aunt Carlie would take her. Connie loved sex in all its forms and

each time she tried something new, it seemed, she found something

else she liked.



     As  she  rang Carolyn's doorbell, her  stomach  filled  with

tiny,  fluttering butterflies that grew to be 747's as  the  door

opened  and  Carolyn stood before her dressed in  an  ultra-sheer

gown  that hugged her trim body like another skin  and  displayed

every  dimple  and  hair as if it was not there.  She  was  truly

breathtaking.



     "Like my outfit?" she asked with a wink.



     "It's great!" Connie told her. "I wish I could get away with

something like that. I'd just look like the great white whale!"



     Carolyn gave her a playful kiss and squeezed her behind.



     "If  you were wearing something like this, I'd rape  you  on

the spot!" she said when she closed the door.



     Connie  stroked  the other girl's behind and felt  the  warm

flesh under the slippery material.



     "Maybe you wouldn't have to," she replied.



     "I bought something for you," Carolyn told her, indicating a

package  on the sofa. "I had to guess at the size, so try  it  on

while I finish getting dinner ready."



     Connie protested, but opened the package. Inside was a  gown

similar  to  Carolyn's. Connie looked around  the  apartment  and

began  unbuttoning her blouse as the other woman moved about  the

kitchen.   While  Connie  changed,  Carolyn  kept  up   a   light

conversation,  chatting  about the weather, her job and  her  last

vacation.  Connie could tell she was nervous  with  anticipation,

and  felt  her  own butterflies growing as she  slipped  off  her

clothes and let the thin, slippery material slide over her body.



     In the mirror, she could see why Carolyn had bought it.  Her

breasts  stood out opaquely and she could see the traces of  each

little bump around her nipples. Her pubic hair was a dark  shadow

that moved sexily as she walked and, turning around, she saw  her

ass stood out round and firm. Putting her hands on her hips,  she

flexed  the muscles in her buttocks and saw the material jump  as

her  ass cheeks firmed and relaxed. It was the sexiest thing  she

had ever worn.



     A low whistle from behind signaled Carolyn's approval.



     "I  was about to say dinner's ready, but I think I'd  rather

eat  you!" she said as she ran her hands over Connie's waist  and

hips.



     Connie put her arms around her and cupped her trim buttocks,

feeling her warm body against hers.



     "I'd like that," she whispered huskily. The butterflies were

flying high.



     Carolyn broke away suddenly.



     "Come  on! We eat first. If I start with you, I'm liable  to

go all night!"



     Connie laughed and followed Carolyn to the small alcove that

served as a dining room. Her appetite was set for something other

than  food, but she could see the woman had put some effort  into

the  meal which was steaming and looked delicious. They sat  down

and Carolyn poured two glasses of white wine to offer a toast.



     "To our very special friendship," she toasted.



     Connie  looked  directly  into her eyes as  she  sipped  the

delicious  wine. Any doubts she had had about the night had  gone

away. As Carolyn dished out the shrimp bisque, Connie watched her

small breasts move under the sexy gown she wore.



     "It  looks  delicious!" she said and tasted it.  "Mmm!  It's

wonderful."



     "I  like to cook, but I don't often get a chance. I  thought

you'd  enjoy it tonight. Eat up, girl. You're going to  need  the

energy!"



     As  they ate, Connie saw that Carolyn was openly  staring  at

her breasts.



     "Do you like them?" she asked.



     "What?  Oh,  I'm  sorry. I guess I was  letting  myself  get

carried away. You have a great set. In a little while, I'll  show

you how much I like them."



     "They've  gotten  me  in  trouble  before,"  Connie  replied

lightly, and went on to tell her about her early experiences with

Kathy,  adding just enough detail to spice the  conversation.  As

she  talked about Kathy, visions of Carolyn's naked  body  filled

her mind, and she felt herself getting wetter and wetter.



     Carolyn, too, was feeling the effects of Connie's story  and

poured each of them a healthy glass of wine and suggested they go

into the living room where soft music was playing.



     "Can I help you clear the table?" Connie asked.



     "No.  Just  make yourself comfortable,"  Carolyn  told  her.

"I'll  get  dessert  for  us,  and  then  we  can  continue   our

conversation. There are some pictures in the album on the  coffee

table, if you like snap shots."



     She  said the last with a bit of a leer and Connie  knew  to

look at the picture album before she did anything.



     "Carolyn!" she whistled.



     The album was filled with photos of Carolyn in all poses  of

sexual  abandon with any number of people. In one, she  and  four

men  made up an interesting configuration while two  other  women

looked  on.  Connie assumed a fourth took  the  picture.  Another

photo  showed the four women performing an intricate daisy  chain

with Carolyn in a pivotal position between two of them.



     One complete section dealt with Carolyn and a handsome young

man.  No one else was in the pictures, and Connie was  sure  they

had been taken with an automatic time-delay camera.



     "That's Alan," said Carolyn sitting close beside her.  "Best

fuck I ever had. He could keep it hard for hours!"



     Connie  smelled her perfume and also the unmistakable  odor

of  excited pussy - perhaps her own! Connie turned the  page  and

saw Alan fucking Carolyn dog-style, Carolyn jerking off Alan, and

Alan's tongue laving Carolyn's pussy.



     "I can't believe you have all these pictures," Connie  said.

"What if someone gets ahold of them?"



     "I  keep them locked up, normally. I took them  out  tonight

because I thought you might like them."



     "You're  a  little sex bomb!" Connie  laughed.  "What's  the

wildest thing you ever did?"



     Carolyn laughed.



     "I  don't  know. I pulled a train on five guys  when  I  was

nineteen,"  she  said,  "but  the Butterflies  were  a  lot  more

exciting than that."



     "The Butterflies?"



     "Sort of a club I belong to. We get together every couple of

months and party. Everybody's bisexual, and you know how much fun

that can be!"



     Connie  nodded  but did not get a chance to say  anymore  as

Carolyn's mouth came down on hers, tongues lashing one another in

a  frenzy.  Carolyn's hands roamed over Connie's large  tits  and

she, in turn, fondled the other girl's nipples and felt them grow

stiff  and hard. Without breaking their kiss, they  stripped  one

another's  gown away and Connie ran her hand down the  length  of

Carolyn's smooth body, feeling her smooth, tight ass.





     "So  pretty!"  Connie murmured as they finally  broke  their

kiss  for  Carolyn  to slip down and  begin  sucking  an  excited

nipple.  She slipped further down until she was kneeling  on  the

floor  between  Connie's  feet, her cheek resting  on  the  other

girl's stomach.



     "Lie back and lift your legs," Carolyn told her.



     Connie obeyed and looked down. Carolyn bent to her open cunt

and  captured  the  swollen clitoris between her  lips.  Her  wet

tongue  wiped  langorously  from the rich nest  of  hair  to  the

puckered  anus and back again. Connie closed her eyes in  ecstasy

as  Carolyn's  tongue  ran in and out of her pussy  while  a  wet

finger  tickled her asshole. Carolyn sucked and licked her as  no

one  had  for  a long time. Not even  Don  with  his  experienced

tongue, or Suzy with her eager mouth, had come close to  bringing

her  this much concentrated pleasure and her orgasm  came  within

moments.



     Carolyn  slid  up onto her and kissed her again.  She  could

taste her cunt on the other girl's lips and cupped her ass as she

returned the kiss. Then she eased her body over until she was  on

top of her and slid back to her knees beside the sofa. It was her

turn!  Lifting the small woman's leg, she placed a full  kiss  on

her pouting cunt and tasted the wet juices running out of it. The

odor of Carolyn's was a little stronger than she had  remembered,

but  it  fired her lust even more and she caught the  girl's  fat

clitoris in her lips and bored her tongue along the length.  Then

she  peeled  back the tiny folds at its tip and licked  it  more.

Carolyn twisted and squealed as Connie worked. Digging her  heels

into Connie's back, she came violently, gasping and shuddering as

the other woman gave her no mercy, but pressed her face into  her

cunt and shook her head as if she was possessed.



     Finally,  the  two lay back in  exhaustion,  Connie's  cheek

pressed against Carolyn's wet thigh.



     "My  God, you're good!" Carolyn exclaimed. "I  haven't  come

like that for years - not even with a vibrator!"



     "Don't tell me you use a vibrator!" Connie said.



     "Sure. It's a girl's best friend. Don't you have one?"



     Connie shook her head  as they untangled themselves and  got

off the sofa.



     "Come  on,  then,"  Carolyn  laughed.  "The  night  is  just

beginning!"



     In her bedroom, Carolyn displayed her collection of  dildoes

to Connie's amazement. They came in all sizes and colors, some so

life-like  they  scared her. At Carolyn's insistence,  she  chose

one, a nine-inch replica of a penis that seemed impossibly  wide,

although Carolyn assured her it was nicely accommodated. When she

picked  it up, she found it was made of a rubbery substance  that

felt  not unlike the real thing. Carolyn flipped a switch in  its

base and it came to life, vibrating and twisting in her hand.



     Carolyn led her to the wide bed and began kissing her slowly

and  sensously from her head to her navel. Her fingers played  at

Connie's  pussy as she sucked the big girl's tits  and  caressed

her smooth skin. Her hairy bush rubbed against Connie's thigh and

she  opened  her legs to make the wet lips smear a wet  trail  of

pussy  juice along the bigger woman's leg Connie raised one  knee

and let her slip two delicate fingers into her cunt as  Carolyn's

tongue swirled around the dimple of her navel and across her soft

pubic hair.



     Carolyn  replaced her fingers with the  twisting,  throbbing

dildo and Connie gasped as the vibrating cock entered her vagina,

spreading  the  walls almost to the limits  of  their  endurance.

Moments later, she felt a second one playing across her  clitoris

as Carolyn pivoted around on the bed to bring her dripping  pussy

to  Connie's lips. While Connie sucked the girl's  clitoris,  she

reached down and took the dildo rubbing her clit from  Carolyn's

hand and slowly inserted into the girl's pussy. Carolyn  squealed

in  excitement  and rotated her pelvis into Connie's  mouth.  Her

strong  woman  odor  evoked a heady sensation in  Connie  as  she

watched  the  broad  vibrator sliding in and  out  of  her  cunt.

Carolyn's  ass  rode high and vulnerable, and Connie  tickled  it

with  a  wet finger as she spread her own legs as widely  as  she

could. Without hesitation, Carolyn began finger-fucking  Connie's

ass  and Connie returned the favor with gusto as  another  orgasm

built within her.



     As  the  two  women twisted and  shuddered  their  ecstasies

between them, Connie altered between reveries of Kathy's feverish

caresses  and  the steamy presence of  Carolyn's  highly  skilled

touch. The heavy taste and odor of cunt lingered in her mouth and

when  they kissed, she tasted the subtly different taste  of  her

own pussy on Carolyn's lips.



     It  had  been Kathy who had first thought of  rubbing  their

pussies  together, but it had been she who had turned it  into  a

lush  and sensual kiss. This night, it was Carolyn who  scissored

their  legs  together  until her wet  cunt  pressed  squarely  on

Connie's,  both sets of lips open and pulsing with  desire.  They

moved  against  one another in slow, heavy circles,  making  sure

of  full  contact on one another's vulva and  clitoris.  As  they

moved, Carolyn took one of Connie's feet and sucked her toes  one

by one while Connie did the same. Their juices flowed and mingled

as each experienced orgasm after orgasm. Finally they  collapsed,

exhausted.



     Connie awoke and stretched. Carolyn was sprawled beside her,

snoring lightly and she quietly eased herself out of bed and went

into the bathroom. Sitting on the john, she examined herself  and

saw  her pussy lips swollen and red. She peed and patted  herself

tenderly  with  the toilet paper. Carolyn's lips and  thick  cunt

hair  had taken their toll on her soft flesh. Looking in  on  the

bed,  she  could see Carolyn sleeping on her back with  her  legs

spread wide. Her pussy lips were dark and puffy and her  clitoris

lay full and prominent. Had not Connie had such satisfying  night

already,  she  would have been tempted to  taste  those  luscious

petals again.



     Instead,  she  quietly  slipped on  her  skirt  and  blouse,

stuffing her underwear and pantyhose into her pocketbook. Softly,

she kissed the sleeping girl's nipples and then her lips.



     "Good  night, Carolyn," she whispered and was answered by  a

warm moan.



     Outside,  she felt the cool night air against her bare  skin

and  slid into her car. As she drove home, she could still  taste

the  girl's  strong  pussy on her lips  and  she  remembered  the

excitement  of making such illicit love. As she drove along,  she

continued  thinking and her pussy began to seep once  more.  This

time,  however, she was thinking about Don and the way he  fucked

her the last time they were together and the way he had held  her

after the passion was spent.



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