To the three of us,” Bart said with a leer, and we clicked our champagne
glasses together, the first time I’d ever tasted that. Something I would
probably be able to say about several things before the night was through.
So far they’d done a good job of keeping the evening moving, with a
combination of genuine friendship and lewd double entendres. But now was
the moment of truth. I was going to finally lose my virginity. I just
hoped it would be in a heterosexual fashion first.
“Lana, why don’t you put Ricky–”
“Rick,” I said.
“Rick, right, `cause you’re a man now, not a boy,” he said. “Lana,
darling, why don’t you put Rick here at ease by showing him what I know he’s
been dying to see for a long time.”
“I know it’s long, I’ve already seen it,” she said, and leaned over to give
me a kiss on the lips. I tried to make it last longer but she pulled away
and stood up.
She was wearing the white chiffon negligee she had modeled for me earlier in
the week. Her big pendulous breasts were hidden by satin triangles, but I
could see them sway back and forth, almost revealing nipples as they moved
under the satin. Her round smooth belly was more apparent under the sheer,
see-through material, and below that I could make out pubic hair under the
satin triangle covering her crotch. From there it was just her thick,
sturdy thighs all the way down to the delicately plump feet and pink toes
that I had found a most unexpected delight in imagining wrapped around my
cock during my many daily whack sessions.
She leaned against the column by the edge of the kitchen bar and raised one
arm, then shimmied over to it as if she were doing a pole dance at a strip
club, shaking that big round ass at us. She leaned over, giving me a view
down her voluminous cleavage, and then slipped the arms down, bringing the
top of the negligee down to her nipples. She held one arm under her
breasts, making them bulge over it, and then tugged, gently, revealing a
little more, the aureoles, and then finally two fat eraser-like nipples.
Then she whipped around, bending over with her ass in my face. She reached
from the front and massaged her pussy until I could see the wetness starting
to form. She did it more vigorously and I got glimpses of her hairy red
pussy. Then she undid the snaps, and let the negligee fall to the floor and
turned, facing me.
She was nude at last, except for her high heels. Once I wouldn’t have
considered her sexy but now there was no woman on earth who seemed more
beautiful. I had grown to desire her big ballooning breasts, her flabby
arms, the little roll of fat under each armpit, the broad white tummy, the
thick trunk-like thighs, and above all her ass, her beautiful round white
ass, an ass you could lose yourself in like a desert (or a dessert, for that
matter). “Do you like what you see?” she asked.
Bart reached over and gave my crotch a playful tug, over before I could
freak out about it. “I’ll say he does, the stallion,” he laughed.
She came toward me, those fat breasts swaying, the tummy jiggling, and knelt
before me. “Take me, Rick,” she said, and kissed me, for real for the first
time, a hot open-mouthed kiss. I felt her fat heavy breasts, kneading them,
and let my hands swoop down to her big smooth alabaster ass. She began to
unbutton my shirt, and then she reached down, fumbling with my shorts. Bart
pulled my shirt off as she pulled my shorts all the way down to the floor.
“Isn’t it a beautiful cock, Bart?” she asked.
“It sure is, honey,” he said, and for a moment I was afraid he was going to
join in. But they seemed to know that I would give myself to them if they
let me lose my cherry with Lana. She put her mouth on it, an astonishing
sensation, ecstasy mixed with gratitude, that any woman would willingly do
that. But I was afraid of popping off quickly and I wanted to feel more of
her than I could reach, so I pulled at her to come back up to my level, and
she did.
Now she lay back on the couch, and I had my opportunity to play with all
those delights I had wanted for so long. I smashed my face in her huge
rolling tits, I kissed my way down that vast expanse of belly and then she
opened her legs to reveal that red bush and the even redder wet place
between it. “I– I’m not quite sure what to do,” I said.
“Just lap it like a kitten,” Bart said. “Good little pussy,” added Lana,
and so I bent down and got my first taste of that tart, metallic, musky area
in between. I licked up and down the slit, feeling the slippery lips open
up wider under my tongue. I did that for a couple of minutes but couldn’t
tell if I was getting her closer to anything, so I was kind of relieved when
she said “Now, Rick, fuck me now.”
I climbed back up on top of her, her belly moving under me like a beach
ball, and I felt Bart’s hand guide my cock into the right place and I was
practically sucked in. As I savored the feeling of each stroke in and out
of her velvety pussy, I saw Bart drop his pants and had a momentary flash of
worry before I saw that he was bringing his cock over to her mouth. She
sucked it vigorously, moaning for it as it bobbed in and out of her mouth,
just inches from my face. It turned me on, I had to admit, to watch live
cocksucking that close to me, and I took the opportunity of each hump to let
myself be brought closer to it, almost daring myself to see how close I
could get… and then suddenly the head popped out of Lana’s mouth and she
grabbed my head and then we were tongue-kissing again, with Bart’s cock in
between us, and I was licking his shaft, her lips, his cockhead, her tongue,
all at once when he howled and it started to jerk and I stuck my tongue out
as his shots of jism grazed my tongue and fired across Lana’s face.
I took the head in my mouth and sucked down the last shot, then
tongue-kissed Lana with a mouth of her husband’s cum as I ground my cock
deep into her fat red pussy and exploded in a tumultuous orgasm of my own.
I guess I wasn’t a virgin any more.