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Pepper Part, the First


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Pepper and I met at university back in the 70s; it was our sophomore year, if I remember correctly. We were both trying to get through our requirements and had several classes together; English Lit, math and such. It was such a long time ago I don't even remember how we got together. I am sure that it wasn't because she was an attractive, curvy blonde, with a "come-hither" look in her eyes. Yeah, right. Suffice it to say, we started to spend time together, probably because she was/is brighter than me, helping me through some of the tougher parts of the classes we had together. OK, I digress. We started out getting together for coffee after class or after studying and moved to grabbing lunch and very platonic "dinner dates". I say platonic because, despite the fact that she is a very attractive lady, well, that is it, she is a Lady and my upbringing kept me from breaking from being the epitome of a young gentleman. More's the pity. Unfortunately, the "inner me" was a basket of raging hormones, like most guys my age. Other than a chaste kiss and hug, from time to time, I kept my hands and hormones to myself. Well, mostly. My hands DID wander, from time to time.

We moved quite easily from being "study buddies" to good friends. Pepper helped me through the troubled waters of Academia and, I guess I helped her through the troubled waters of being an attractive girl on a college campus. We both dated other people, and she would come to me to discuss her latest "flame". I guess I became the "safe, older brother" she could confide in. (Since I had spent time in the military before starting college, I was a few years her senior, therefore, the "safe, older brother" part). Whether the latest guy was a prince or a bounder, she would discuss all the gory details with me. This became quite frustrating, as I actually wanted to replace all those guys with myself. But Pepper and I remained the best of friends and if she held the same feelings for me, she never allowed them to show.
So we went merrily on our way, sharing the vagaries of campus life, through sophomore, junior and senior years. Our senior year. Yep, that is when it all changed. Pepper fell head over heels in love. Yep, true love. The bug had bitten and she changed, overnight, from the serious, young co-ed about to graduate with a BA in French Lit, to the flighty young woman, in love with being in love and bubbling over with happiness. Peter, the young man who had captured her heart, was a pleasant enough young man, working on his MBA. Well, I should say, mostly pleasant as he, like so many MBA candidates tended to view his field of study and, of course, himself as a future MBA holder, as several cuts above the average Race of Man. He could be a bit stuffy and full of himself, but Pepper quite easily overlooked this, being so fully in love. So, I guess it shouldn't have been very surprising to me when, late in our senior year, she showed up at my apartment, in a dreamy fog, to announce her pending nuptials with the love of her life, Peter.

Just like old times. Well, maybe not so old. Pepper had stopped by to "discuss" her building relationship with Peter. Well, I guess discuss isn't the best description, either, as rather than conversation she was really seeking my approval and blessing. So, seeing how much in love my dearest friend was, I put aside my misgivings about the slightly arrogant young man and tried to be enthusiastic right along with her. A whirlwind romance was quickly followed buy a whirlwind wedding. Two weeks after graduation, Pepper and Peter were wed. I was even included in the wedding party, as one of the goomsmen, so I was right there when my beloved friend exchanged vows with the love of her life. I still had misgivings but, since she was deliriously happy, I kept my thoughts to myself. Peter, still had about eight months before completing his Masters so he moved Pepper into his bachelor digs on the edge of campus. There they set up housekeeping, she doing 99% of the keeping as Peter couldn't be bothered to do anything beyond his preparation of his thesis.

It was about this time, during the summer after our graduation and after her wedding that I received an offer to come to work for an engineering firm in the Pacific Northwest. It was a small company and the money wasn't all that grand, but with the dearth of engineers, at that time, I figured I could make a good place for myself there. So, off to the land of tall, pointy mountains and tall, pointy trees I went. There was a tearful farewell dinner with Peter and Pepper. Pepper was the tearful one, while Peter seemed to be relieved at the moving onward of someone he thought of as a potential rival. Even though he was mostly condescending, when I was around, it seems that I was considered by him to be a threat to his relationship with Pepper. Silly, yes, as she was so totally in love with and devoted to the arrogant twit. Oooops, sorry, my opinion of him just popped out, there. I was very happy for Pepper, since she was so deliriously happy, but Peter tended to rub me the wrong way; I wasn't sure he would make a good mate for my best friend.

Well, I settled in with my new employer, found a comfortable loft and set up my new life, totally out and on my own. The work was pleasant and not too taxing, and there was a great pub just down the block from my new digs. Pepper and I kept up contact by mail, a letter or two every month, hers extolling her new life and husband, mine, not so exciting, sharing the "fun and games" of a young bachelor in new surroundings. We both seemed to be putting together quite mundane, middle class lives, settling easily into our routines and even exchanging infrequent phone calls. It was those calls that became disturbing as Pepper intimated, indirectly, that she had to time her calls according to when Peter would be out of the house. It seems that, even miles and miles away, I was still somewhat of a threat to his peace of mind. But that was the only dark spot on an otherwise satisfying life. Things were going well at the office and in my free time, the Pacific Northwest offered much in the way of entertaining diversions. And, there was my neighborhood pub to warm the soul.

I did miss the comradeship and closeness I had had with Pepper. Since I tend to be a bit of a loner, I don't make friends easily. Though there was an abundance of female companionship at the pub, none really caught my fancy. I must admit, however, that there were some very intense "casual" encounters from time to time. But, unbeknownst to me, things were about to change in a very big way. As Pepper had done before me in University, so I followed in her footsteps. Yep, I fell head over heels in love. Met the Sweetest Young Thing (SYT for short). No, I do not hold any person to be a "thing". I have always had a problem with any guy who would treat a lady as his personal possession (probably a big reason why Peter, rubbed me the wrong way). He had a way of treating Pepper as his personal property. To him, she was an unpaid maid, cook, housekeeper, and hetaera to provide his pleasure. In short, Pepper was a beautiful prize or trophy to cater to his every whim and make him the absolute center of her universe. Pepper frequently recounted his actions confirming those conclusions, while continuing to love him with all her being. Peter had become her raison d'etre and that fact both saddened me and frightened me no little bit. I became frightened for her welfare.

How some ever, my SYT was occupying nearly my every waking thought, distracting me at the office and robbing me of the power of coherent thought and speech when I was in her presence, or even just thinking of her. That was Betty, s'cuse me, Elisabeth Caitlin Mary-Martha Cliften-Smyth. The most delectable, adorable English-Irish lass packaged in a tiny, dark haired, dark eyed bundle with pale, creamy, flawless skin. And yes, I had many opportunities to thoroughly observe every luscious square and round centimeter of that lovely form, and legs that seemed to go on forever. All these in a diminutive, five foot nothing whole (yes, unbelievably long legs in such a compact form). She would seriously try the vows of the most dedicatedly celibate monk. To elaborate in a less effusive manner, she had midnight black, silky hair that hung loosely, flowing smoothly to just below her shoulders, very thick with a bit of a natural wave to it. Her eyes, also showing her pure Celtic genes, were also dark, the pupils merging with the iris with scarcely a hint of where they came together. Her lips were in the shape of a bright red heart and her nose quite small turning up at the tip. High cheekbones and a strong, pointed chin rounded out her face with an overall heart shape to it. Her body was purpose designed (and built) for sin...or pleasure...or both, actually. She was very rightly named Betty for her likeness to Betty Boop, of old cartoon fame, was uncanny. No, there was nothing cartoonish about her, but put her in the classic "little black dress" and spike heels and the impression that she had just stepped out of those sexy cartoons was complete. On that small frame, her full, C-cup breasts stood proudly above a tiny wasp waist. Her thighs, under that "little black dress" were full, firm and sweetly rounded. And from behind, her heart shaped bottom left men panting and drooling as she walked by. Early on in our courtship, I found that under that "little black dress" and, truly, all of her clothing, casual to formal, she delighted in wearing the most feminine and quite often, racy, sexy lingerie; and since I am a great fan of sexy lingerie, this was an added plus to the Girl of my Dreams(tm).

Did I mention that Betty was the most gorgeous Lady I had ever met? Oh, and that I was just as hopelessly in love with her as Pepper was with Peter? I wasn't sure if I had made that clear. She was the brains of our team, her wisdom and insight going a long way to keep this young bachelor out of all sorts of trouble. Surprisingly, and I chalk this up to her wisdom, we had a fairly long courtship. Of course I proposed to her on a regular basis, and mostly she just brushed it off with a giggle and one of her entrancing smiles, even though she and I were always an exclusive pair almost from the moment we met. Somehow, we just hit it off. We were the perfect compliment to each other. But we had been dating and almost living together for nearly a year before she actually agreed to our engagement. Even so, it was another year before Betty and I finally tied the knot. Yes, a fairly long engagement, but well worth the wait. Betty and I had time to really get to know each other, before the wedding, and I believe that was one reason our partnership worked so well for so long. Betty knocked herself out, planning the wedding, and like the perfect groom, when asked my opinion on something or other, I would just smile and agree. After all, the wedding is actually for the bride, rather than the groom. I showed up, on cue, said my lines and waited for my next cue. Betty was in seventh heaven when it all came together. All her planning and stress paid off. Me? I just showed up on time, said "I do" and let it soak in that I had married the most beautiful, sexiest and most perfect woman in the world.

Much to my surprise, Pepper and Peter showed up for the wedding. And Peter tended to be, mostly, pleasant through it all. I guess now that I was officially "taken", I didn't present quite as much of a threat to him. He was still his supercilious, arrogant self but he was almost bearable. Until, that is, on the way to find a bathroom, I happened to turn a corner and almost bumped into Peter in a shadowed alcove. He had one of the bridesmaids cornered, passionately deep-throating her with his tongue while one hand was under her skirt and the other had freed a beautiful breast from her tight bodice, teasing and pinching the swollen nipple eliciting an excited groan from the young lady.

Peter was totally oblivious to my presence but Laura, the bridesmaid, happened to glance in my direction at just that time and gave me a languid wink. Now, you have to know about Laura, I didn't hold that erotic tableau against her. She really is just a lady who loves sex in almost any way, shape or form. The fact that she was getting hit on by one of the male wedding guests is hardly surprising; she probably didn't even know he was married, let alone married to the groom's best friend. Laura just lived for good sex. The fact that she was getting hit on by one of the male wedding guests is hardly surprising. She probably didn't even know he was married, let alone married to the groom's best friend. As a matter of fact, before I met Betty, Laura and I had a short fling and then went our separate ways, no hard feelings, and remained friends. And I was torn, at that moment, because Peter was cheating on my dearest Pepper. That one fact made me want to blow my top and rip his head off, right there. On the other hand, it was a very hot scene, going on in that alcove. By the time all this went through my mind, Peter had exchanged his hand up Laura's skirt for his cock up her dripping cunt. She was leaning back against the wall, her left leg wrapped around his ass pulling him in harder with each of his rapid thrusts and his cock was slamming into her snatch with enough force to elicit a sharp grunt from Laura each time Peter bottomed out.

Though I felt guilty watching Pepper's husband fucking behind her back, the voyeur in me was rooted in place, absorbing the scene presented before me. Laura looked right at me and smiled before her back arched, throwing her head back as she started to climax. I used that moment to exit the area, heading again for the Men's Room, smiling as I thought of the surprise that Peter was in for. He hadn't taken the time to do more than unzip and begin fucking Laura. He hadn't dropped his britches, just unzipped and whipped his cock out, so he would soon experience, much to his dismay, one of Laura's most endearing, sexiest traits. She is a squirter. And not just a little bit, she tends to really soak wherever she is.

So, I had made it to the Men's Room and was about done with my business, when the door slammed open and Peter burst in, turning the air blue with his language and frantically brushing at his sopping wet crotch. Laura had left him a sweet present. "God-damned fucking bitch. I should have slapped the shit out of her for doing this to me," he was saying, adding quite a few extra choice expletives. Then he looked up and noticed me standing there. He tried to cover up saying, "Damned waitress wasn't looking where she was going and dumped a pitcher of ice water all over me." By this time I had crossed the room, deciding in those seconds, to give vent to the anger that had flared earlier. Without missing a beat, my hand snaked out and closed on his throat, pinning him to the wall behind him. His eyes just about bugged out of his face from fear and having his wind cut off all at the same time. He was also trying, futilely, to disengage my hand from around his windpipe, his mouth moving like a fish.

"You fuckin', slimy, pile of stinking offal," were my first words. Though I kept my voice even, it was obvious to Peter that I was barely holding in my anger. "Don't give me that "waitress" shit, I saw you fucking that bridesmaid, fucking another woman behind my best friends' back," I all but hissed at the scared wimp in front of me. As I drew back a fist with the intent of rearranging his facial features, it suddenly became apparent that his fear had turned to terror. If it was possible, his britches became even more sodden as his terror took away his bladder control. He didn't just piss his pants, a bit, in fear, the total contents of his bladder ended up soaking his pants and the floor at his feet.

The incongruousness of the situation, Peter against the wall, his pants soaked with Laura's cum and his urine, standing in a growing puddle at his feet, broke through my anger. I released my strangle hold on his throat and stepped back to keep my feet out of the mess. Unsupported, Peter sank down to the floor heedless of the noisome puddle, massaging his throat, trying to get back his powers of speech. "I am not going to tell Pepper about how you can't keep your small dick in your pants, for now," I told him with better self control, "however, if I EVER even get an inkling that you are cheating on her, again, I am sure my testimony about you fucking Laura at my wedding, will go a long way in a divorce trial toward Pepper getting rid of you and taking you to the cleaners." The irony of my last words made me chuckle adding, "and right now, you really NEED the cleaners."

Returning to the reception, I was amazed to see that much less time had elapsed than I had expected since I had left to find the Men's Room. Slipping into my chair next to my gorgeous bride she turned to me and asked, "You were gone a little longer than I expected, is everything alright?" Putting on my best smile I replied, "Oh yeah, just ran into an interesting scene in the bowels of the building that captured my attention for a moment. It seems one of your bridesmaids was off in a corner getting a little for herself." My bride got that knowing look in her eyes saying, "And knowing you, my love, the voyeur in you kicked in and you just had to watch. One of my bridesmaids, huh? Let me guess, Laura was getting her tight little blonde pussy licked or fucked by one of the guests, am I right?" Reading the look on my face she continued, "Well that little slut, and I mean that as a compliment, really. Leave it to her to find someone at MY wedding for her to seduce." Laura and Betty had been friends for many years and had even exchanged boyfriends a time or two so there was no rancor in Betty's comments.

Betty's openness about sex and her delight in experimentation would lead to some very interesting situations in coming years. But for now, I just knew that all I wanted was to get her out of this stuffy reception hall, out of her clothes, except for, perhaps, her stockings and garter belt, and spend the next few days locked in a Bridal Suite fucking like minks. We were due to stay at the Sheraton in Portland for two nights before our flight to Hawaii. Betty's parents had arranged and paid for our two week honeymoon at the Outrigger Waikiki Hotel right on Waikiki beach. The party was still going on, here, and looked like it would last quite awhile more, even without the Bride and Groom so Betty and I slipped quietly away to finish the few traditions left. After the tossing of the bouquet and the garter, we would head out and the party could go on into the night.

Betty's mother, Claire, marshaled the young ladies in one group and the young men in another. While I knelt down at Betty's feet with one knee up, Betty placed her foot gently on my knee and lifting her skirts above her knee, allowed me to remove her garter, slowly moving it down her white stocking clad leg. One could almost hear the drooling coming from the men in the audience as they watched this display. Her garter removed, Betty let her skirts drop back down, turned around with her back to her ladies and threw her bouquet over her shoulder. And who should be the lucky lady to catch it but Laura. Betty and I, knowing what had transpired in another part of the hall shared a belly laugh at the irony. I looked at Laura and returned the wink she had given me earlier. Now, when I launched the garter toward the gaggle of young "gentlemen" there was almost a fight among them over that little piece of lace. The fellow who finally laid claim to it (thankfully NOT Peter) was seen to hold it to his nose, taking a long, deep sniff of Betty's perfume.

To shorten the story a bit, we made it to the limo, the limo took us to the Sheraton and we finally found ourselves ensconced in the rather opulent Bridal Suite. Now, we stood there in the middle of the living room, just drinking in the sight of each other. Me like a dunce in my rented tux and Betty like a vision in her white gown. I am not good at describing women's fashions so I won't bore you with her gown except to say it covered her from throat to heels, hinting at the luscious body hidden beneath. I knew, from removing her garter, that she was wearing white stockings but that is all I knew about her lingerie. I was anxious to get that gown off of my love, but I wanted to do this right so I poured two flutes of champagne, giving one to Betty. I raised my glass in toast to my bride and to the start of our long life together, "To the most beautiful woman I have ever known, may our life together be long and filled with happiness, may our troubles be few and small, and may we be a blessing to those around us." "Hear, hear," was all the Light of my Life needed to add. After draining our glasses in acknowledgement of the toast and carefully placing them on a nearby table, Betty flowed into my arms and I could finally kiss her the way I had longed to through the service and the reception. Our lips met and parted, our tongues dancing and tangling and time stood still in the circle of our arms.

And, suddenly, we were racing toward the bedroom, beginning to shed our formal clothing. Well, I was having more luck at the "shedding" than my bride. It seems that a tux is far easier to remove "in a hurry" than the gown Betty had been layered into. While I was down to my briefs (no, NOT tidy whities but stylish Euro low rise design) by the time we reached the foot of the bed, Betty was still attempting to undo the myriad of buttons that ran from her throat to the hem of her gown and from her elbows to her wrists. With a lustful, though panicky look in her eyes, she implored me to help, "Damn these things, they looked gorgeous before I thought about how difficult they make getting naked for my loving husband. And my pussy is so horny for your hard cock I want to scream. Heeeellllpppp Meeeeeeee!" she wailed. The look on her face was priceless and it was all I could do not to laugh, but I was probably just as horny for this beautiful lady in front of me. Taking her hand and drawing her to me, I began helping Betty unbutton the sleeves of her gown. With both of us working, we soon had the right sleeve undone and began on the left. There must have been several buckets full of those microscopic buttons on that gown.

With both sleeves undone, Betty and I were free to head toward the prize, the gorgeous and oh so sexy lady within. Each of those microscopic buttons that we unfastened revealed more of Betty's glorious, alabaster skin; her throat, her upper chest and then the swells of her delectable tits came into view in quick succession. As I said, her gown had thoroughly covered all of her charms, though her bodice was sufficiently close fitting to accentuate without revealing. I had no idea of what was under her white outer garment. Now, though, as each button was released, my passion rose at each new revelation. Her beautiful tits were held up, without being hidden, by a white satin bustier, revealed in full, as the last button below her waist was undone.

With a sexy shrug of her shoulders and delightful shimmy of her hips, Betty completely divested herself of the gown. As it formed a puddle around her dainty feet, I stepped back to take in the magnificent view. That white satin bustier was cinched tightly at her waist creating an amazingly sexy shelf giving support to her marvelous tits. The cups, being cut away in front, exposed her silver dollar sized areola, strategically rouged giving them a deep coral hue. Surmounted by very stiff, swollen nipples the size of my fingertip, it was a view that made my mouth water. Below the bustier she wore a white lace garter belt with six garters holding up those white silk stockings encasing her endless, sweetly curved legs. Oh, and did I mention no panties? She had been next to me all day, sans panties, with her pussy dripping her honey down her thighs and I hadn't known. Her pheromones though, permeating the air around her, had kept me in a constant state of arousal.

All of this my fevered mind took in and registered in an instant. I reached out my hand to her and drew her out of the puddle of silk and lace at her feet, drawing her, once again, into my arms. Our lips met, again, with more passion and hunger, this time. Our hands were everywhere, caressing, pinching, and tracing delicate curlicues over each other's flesh. Our tongues now danced a fevered rhythm teasing and entwining with increasing fervor. My hands roamed down her back and across that luscious, heart shaped ass, pausing to grope and squeeze and enjoy the feel of that silky skin beneath my exploring fingers. Betty broke the kiss suddenly, sliding down my body placing kisses down my chest, nipping at each nipple and continuing down, grasping my briefs by the waistband and pulling them down over my rampant cock, which by now was copiously drooling pre-cum. Not wishing to waste a drop, those ruby lips quickly engulfed my rigid pole, sliding all the way down 'til I could feel the exquisitely sensitive head begin to slide down her throat.

I hardly have to explain what an excellent cocksucker Betty is. Like her friend Laura, Betty loves sex and has done her best to learn how to please her partner. I say partner because, while men primarily caught her fancy, occasionally she like nibbling on a succulent tit and licking a tasty pussy. On more than one occasion, Laura had joined us in our play times and Betty gave as good as she got, from both of us. Now she was putting all her learning, skill and native talent to work. Starting with my stiff prick buried in her throat and without breaking eye contact, my love began to slowly raise her head, keeping a tight suction with her lips around my shaft. At the top of her stroke just below the head of my dick, her tongue swirled around it, licking with broad strokes and then, making a point with the tip, delving into the slit, licking up all the pre-cum that had gathered there.

She continued that pattern, down and up, licking and sucking over and over, gaining speed with each stroke, one tiny hand following her lips up and down while with the other she gently caressed my balls, running her fingernails all around the sack, and giving and occasional soft squeeze. Already aroused almost beyond endurance, I could feel the cum beginning to churn deep in my nuts, the pressure to release building by the minute. One more trip all the way down, and the head of my dick was once again buried deep in her throat. And now Betty began to hum, the vibration transferring from deep in her throat to the overly sensitive crown of my cock. My orgasm suddenly was upon me, my sperm pulsing up from my balls, coursing through my cock, I could feel every hot spurt as I pumped my offering of love down my sweet lady's throat. With a loud bellow, my back arching, my head thrown back I came and came, seemingly buckets, pouring down Betty's throat and her not losing a drop.

Now my darling minx, sensing my climax was ending, slowly withdrew up my still hard cock pole. She paused with her lips around the head, once again, this time licking the last few dollops of cum from my slit. Still looking me in the eye, she leaned back with a smile, her pointed pink tongue licking any stray drops from her bee stung lips. "That was just the beginning, my love. I wanted to get you off fast the first time so you could last longer when you shove that marvelous piece of meat in my hungry cunt," she told me with a wicked twinkle in her eye. "Tonight we are going to wear him down with such a bout of fucking that he will be soft for hours, but I see we aren't quite there, yet."

When I could catch my breath from such a strong and sublime climax, I reached down and gently pulled her to her feet. I then lifted her up in my arms and headed for the bed. "I haven't had a chance to carry you across a threshold, as yet, but this will have to do for now," I said as I deposited her on the king size bed. "Now, my pretty, I am going to ravage you 'til you cry uncle or at least 'til you end up with a contented smile on those ruby lips of yours." And with that arrogant statement, I dove between her softly rounded alabaster thighs, burying my face in the fragrant valley at their junction. Her pussy, presented before my nose, was completely devoid of fur, save for a tiny landing strip just above her hooded clit. Her outer lips were already swollen from desire and spreading apart, revealing her inner lips and entrance to her sweet cunt. Her clit was so engorged from the passion controlling her, that it was more than peeking out of its hood. And now she pulled up her knees and spread her thighs further apart, giving me much better access to that luscious dripping cunt and exposing the tight star of her asshole to my gaze. My gawd, she is beautiful lying there open and exposed. The sight became too much for me and I dove in with lips and tongue, licking and nibbling from her asshole to her clit and back, pausing only to suck and nibble her swollen lips and slide my tongue as deeply as possible into her drooling snatch.

By now, Betty's hips could not be held still and she had placed her feet back on the coverlet, using the leverage to arch her back, causing me to hold on tight so as not to lose contact with her stiff clit. While my tongue strummed a new tune on her vibrating pleasure button, I slid one, then two fingers deep in her slippery pussy. My fingers quickly reached their goal, Betty's g-spot, which I began stroking in time with the strokes of my tongue on and around her clit. Only able to take about a minute of this treatment, Betty suddenly arched her back, her feet and the back of her head being the only parts of her still in contact with the mattress. A long drawn out very high-pitched wail was torn from her throat as the orgasm claimed her, body and soul. I continued my ministrations allowing her to come down slightly before sending her into her next climax. And now she surprised me. I had always known she was multi-orgasmic but now, somewhere around her fifth or sixth cum, she began to squirt, and not in a small way, she filled my mouth and covered my face and neck with her sweet nectar.

What with all the foreplay and making love to the most beautiful woman in the world with my tongue, I was achingly hard and dribbling pre-cum, once again. So, with one smooth motion, I slid up her still lingerie clad oh so sexy body and with one long stroke, buried my prick in her slippery cunt up to the hilt. Another long scream came from her lips as I started pounding that wet pussy hard and fast, my intention being to bring us both to another fast climax, this time together. "Yes, Yes, Yes, baby, that's it, pound my cunt hard," was all she needed to say, "shove that prick as far into me as you can, make me feel it in my throat." Sweat was pouring from both of us, and Betty grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me deeper into her, her legs wrapping around my legs to give her more leverage. Each plunge of my prick into that wet twat elicited a grunt and moan as my cockhead bottomed out. My balls had pulled up tight against my body and I could feel the cum getting ready to pump up my cock and into her wetness when Betty, almost incoherent now, asked me for a favour. "Baby, I wasn't a virgin for our wedding, baby," she panted, "but will you take the only virginity I still have? Please fuck my ass and make me cum even harder than you already have," was her breathless request. Hardly believing what I thought I had heard, I gazed deeply into her eyes and she gave an almost imperceptible nod, catching her lower lip with her perfect teeth in anticipation.

Almost reluctantly I slid my wet, slick cock from its home in her slippery pussy and pushed the tip gently against her puckered star. "Don't tease, baby, PUSH!" was Betty's demand, so, as she pushed out, to open up, I gave one sharp thrust and found myself half buried in the hottest, tightest sheath my dick had ever felt. Betty gave a little jump and a squeak as I slid into her most intimate place and another nod to encourage me even deeper. I took this cue to push deeper into her colon 'til I felt my tight nuts up against her cheeks, then began a slow slide out leaving just the swollen head of my prick still in her clasping asshole. Keeping my eyes locked with hers, I began to pick up the pace with longer, deeper and faster thrusts, each one drawing a moan from my sexy bride. It was a short climb back to where we were and Betty began to meet me thrust for thrust, trying harder to get more of my pistoning prick deeper into her bowels. And suddenly, we were there. Betty screamed, arching her back once again, her hips bucking against me, the mother of all climaxes taking over her consciousness. Her clutching asshole pushed me over the edge and my swollen balls began emptying themselves of huge quantities of sperm, pumped up my cock and deposited deep in her colon. Each pulse keenly felt, each spasm an exquisite agony.

We held that rigid tableau for an eternity, it seemed, 'til we both began to relax in post orgasmic bliss, our eyes still locked together, still joined with my stiff cock in her tightly gripping anus. I collapsed on her sweet breasts, my arms no longer able to hold me up, and, with my arms wrapped tightly around my Love, rolled us gently onto our sides loath to separate that most intimate joining. She gazed into my eyes and, with a wistful smile said. "Thank you darling, that was better than wonderful." So saying, my Betty rested her head against my chest falling instantly to sleep. The last act I remember was tugging the coverlet over us, wrapping us in a warm cocoon then falling asleep.

The next two weeks breezed by in similar fashion. The Outrigger Waikiki was sumptuous, the beach paradise. Betty and I spent hours on the beach and even more hours fucking like rabbits. Every place we could in that suite we "christened", many times leaving puddles of our combined love juices in other than ordinary places for the housekeeping staff to ponder over. We were even able to get a quickie in while riding the elevator down to the lobby, one afternoon. Betty, with her hair trigger pussy even managed to cum before the elevator doors opened to admit more tourists. That car reeked of sex as we got out, surely puzzling those self same tourists, and maybe sparking some of them to sex play, themselves, when they reached their own rooms.

We returned to our everyday lives, after the honeymoon, sated for a short time and looking forward to what life had in store for us. Mundane life seemed kind of dull after two weeks of celebrating on Waikiki Beach, but Betty and I had each other, which made life a continuous celebration. Betty returned to the small law firm where she was a very junior associate and I returned to my work as a junior engineer. While it was mundane life we returned to, it was life made so much brighter by each of us as compliment to the other. The rough patches didn't seem so rough and the dull patches not dull at all, our relationship and love smoothing and brightening the way.

So things went along, day to day. The sex got better, and better, our love drew us closer together and our friends became even closer. Laura, the girl who had caught the bouquet, joined us in our play from time to time and not long after our wedding, she found a young man and they were wed shortly thereafter. It didn't take long for us to begin "wife swapping" as it was called in those days. Laura and her new husband John were eager participants and John and I loved to watch our wives giving pure pleasure to each other. There were a few other couples in the area who we played with from time to time but Laura and John were our closest everyday AND play friends. Then, some years later, Betty and I were to discover a new club to the north of us, for couples who wanted to "swing" as they were now calling it, in a more relaxed, social setting. Started by a dear couple who desired more from a get together than just sweaty sex, the Club became one of our favourite destinations for a long weekend, even if it meant driving several hours. John and Laura often attended those early house parties with us and we ended up making many more lifelong friends in those hedonistic days.


Other participants in our earlier lives made appearances from time to time, the most interesting event, during that time, happening in the lives of Pepper and Peter. Peter had become a partner in a large accounting firm in a large Midwestern City, while Pepper became a French Lit instructor in a local college. I would receive a note from her in the mail, from time to time, and things didn't seem to be getting any better in their relationship. I suspected that Peter had kept up his philandering ways and Pepper was getting wise to the fact that he couldn't keep his little dick in his pants. It all came to a head a couple of years after our wedding. Peter had risen rapidly in his company, seemingly miraculously. And though his income should have risen with his promotions, Pepper hinted, in her letters, that, though they lived quite frugally, they never seemed to be able to make ends meet. She just couldn't figure out where all Peter's money went. And it seemed that Pepper's ardor for Peter was definitely on the wane what with all of his indiscretions.


Pepper, quite wisely, I believe, decided to retain the services of a private investigator to look into both Peter's peccadilloes and his finances. What that most eminent investigator uncovered was to be a shock to us all. Well, maybe not his sexual affairs because, by this time, even Pepper knew she had never been the only woman in her husband's life. It was his financial affairs that got everyone's attention, including the unwanted, by Peter anyway, attention of the Federal Securities and Exchange Commission. That PI, of course, uncovered all of Peter's girlfriends and provided Pepper with photos to show his playtimes. But while delving into the financial records, the investigator uncovered a complex and very lucrative case of securities fraud put together by Peter and the senior members of his firm, evidence that he at once turned over to the SEC. And now, suddenly, Peter's carefully crafted life came all unraveled and crashed at his feet. Pepper, with the wealth of evidence provided by her private investigator, immediately filed for divorce. The Feds, after confirming the evidence, independently, immediately arrested Peter and the senior partners. The Federal Accountants were kind enough to help Pepper separate from the hidden bank accounts, the wages Peter had earned and which she was entitled to half of, from the proceeds of the phenomenal fraud Peter and his partners had engaged in. With all of this damning evidence, Pepper was granted an immediate divorce and her half of the marital property came to a very sizeable sum. Peter's Federal trial lasted three years with all the legal wrangling, during which time he stayed behind bars as a flight risk. Eventually, the senior partners rolled over on Peter, and received lighter sentences. Peter, however, was sentenced to 10-15 years in a Federal medium security prison. He could now learn how it felt for all those women he had used as just sex objects. I heard, much later, that Peter was the belle of the ball, being the premiere prom date for his bunkmate, LeeRoy, several years running.

To illustrate the depth of love my sweet Betty held for our friends, the summer after Pepper's divorce was final, a matter of a few weeks, actually, Betty invited Pepper to spend as much time with us as she needed, to "get her head together" and make her transition easier. Betty knew of my longtime love and concern for Pepper and, credit to her confidence in our relationship, had not a qualm with having Pepper stay with us for however long. Pepper, on her part, was a bit reluctant, at first, fearing that Betty might harbor a tinge of jealousy about her early relationship with me. This was quickly assuaged as Betty made her feel totally at home and even asked Pepper to think about moving in with us, if she could find a position at one of our local colleges. So, Pepper moved in with us for the summer and we all settled into a comfortable routine. Betty's duties at her law office were minimal, through the summer months, so she and Pepper got to know each other well and became almost like sisters.

I now became the owner of an idyllic existence. The two loves of my life, living under my roof. Two gorgeously delectable ladies eye candy of the first water. And it soon became apparent that the ladies found it easy to love each other. In more ways than one as I discovered one day upon returning early from work. Now, I knew that a part of Betty was attracted to the lovely Pepper. And I also knew that she would probably try to get into Pepper's panties at some time in the near future. I didn't know how Pepper might react as I didn't think she had ever been interested in girls. I really found that I had nothing to be concerned about.

As I said, earlier, Betty was the brains of the family, and her fiscal insight had allowed us to purchase a nice, 70s sprawling ranch type home, not small, but not huge, either. Four bedrooms and 3 1/2 baths on a little over an acre with lots of tall pine and fir trees screening us from our neighbors and a large open patio for us to spend our languid summer days. And that is where I found them, sitting together on one of the double chaise lounges s**ttered around the patio, soaking up the Pacific Northwest summer sun. Yes, they were slathered with the proper suntan lotion and yes they were lying out in the sun, sorta working on a tan. But that is where the similarity to the sunbathing one would see at the local public pool ended. While I know that they had started out all prim and proper, if either of those beautiful sexy ladies could ever be termed prim and proper, that facade, I am sure, evaporated rather rapidly in the summer heat. I noticed that someone had made a pitcher of what appeared to be Margaritas which was obviously less than half full, now. Further, what had been two very skimpy bikinis was now strewn across the patio and the girls were definitely stark naked. And to top it off, they were wrapped in a tangled embrace, lips and tongues dancing as if they couldn't get enough of each other. I would have worried about sunburn if they hadn't been so thoroughly covered with lotion. And a separate part of my mind took note of the fact that they wouldn't be having any bikini lines, this summer.

Now, as they didn't seem to have noticed my presence, so far, I quietly backed into the dim house to continue my voyeuristic pleasures. I was very curious to see how far Pepper was prepared to go with this. I knew Betty wouldn't push her, but would happily extend their pleasure to whatever extent Pepper allowed. This could be one extremely hot afternoon, and perhaps, evening. The action hadn't slowed down as I retreated to the house and now Betty was kissing and nibbling her way down Peppers throat and across her chest, I knew, heading for those delectable mounds with their stiff nipples. Peppers tits were capped with large, puffy areolas, the nipples standing up at least a half an inch tall and almost that much across. Her areolas were dark brown and almost as large as Betty's. And now one of those luscious nipples was disappearing into Betty's hungry mouth, her lips spreading around the areola and from the alternate hollowing of her cheeks, I could tell that Betty was sucking Pepper's sweet nipples with a vengeance. Now, Pepper has to be given credit, too, as she was arching her back, and, with one hand on the back of Betty's head and the other around her tit, she was trying to get as much tit into Betty's mouth as she possibly could.

Betty was purring loudly and Pepper was making short, gasping moans as Betty did her best to drive Pepper wild. As Betty made to change tits and moved her lips from one to another, Pepper cried out as she felt the momentary loss, but began gasping again as Betty's lips latched onto the other nipple, sucking and gently biting that fleshy nubbin. Meanwhile, Betty's hands had been busy, too, caressing Pepper everywhere she could reach and eventually drifting down between her legs, which Pepper had now spread wantonly across the chaise. Betty's fingers had begun to play a tatoo on Pepper's clit, occasionally dipping into her steamy depths only to reappear and slip and slide around her lips. Between the suckling on her nipples and Betty's fingers stirring up her cunt, Pepper was fast losing contact with the outer world. Pepper's hips were bouncing in time with Betty's thrusting and teasing fingers and Betty for her part had abandoned those marvelous tits and was again kissing and nibbling her way south, ending, eventually with those lovely ruby lips wrapped around Pepper's very stiff and now overly sensitive clit.

Betty had now moved down between Pepper's legs for better access and while her lips and tongue teased Pepper's swollen clit, Betty's fingers were fucking fast and hard in and out of Pepper's dripping snatch. By now, Pepper couldn't keep her sweet ass still. Her rump was bouncing up and down and rolling from side to side all the while her hands were gripping Betty's head, fingers tangled in her hair, trying to pull Betty's face deeper into her pulsating pussy. And that, as they say, was that. With a scream that probably had the neighbors thinking about calling 911, Pepper's whole body went rigid, her orgasm controlling her completely while Betty kept lapping at her wet cunt, not allowing her to come down. Betty could be a real tease with her girlfriends and it was no different in Pepper's case. Without letting her take a breath, Betty kept Pepper climaxing, going from one high to the next, keeping her locked in pleasure, her pussy exploding in a physical supernova.


"Enough, enough, enough," Pepper cried between shudders. She feebly tried to push Betty away from her steamy, dripping, oversexed cunt, but Betty was having too much fun with her new lover. "Pleeeeeeeeeease," Pepper begged and Betty finally relented with a throaty giggle. "You are soooo tasty, girl, I can't get enough of your sweet pussy," my sexy naked wife apologised. She slithered up Pepper's oiled body to share a long soulful kiss, letting Pepper taste her own sweet, musky honey. Pepper cradled Betty's face gently between her open palms and they exchanged quiet words and giggles, the words too low for me to hear, but the giggles loud enough to show they were very much enjoying the shared loving.

"Why don't you get out of those hot clothes and join us, baby?" my sweet wife called, loud enough for me to her, all the time giggling and staring into Pepper's sky blue eyes. BUSTED!!! I had been sandbagged. It suddenly became clear that those two devious vixens had planned the whole thing, waiting 'til they heard me enter the house to start their playtime, planned it as a whole tease to get me involved in their circle of love. Like I really needed any encouragement, but they both had wanted to ease me into the idea in case I had any misgivings.


Sauntering across the patio, my clothes still in place (well, I HAD to assert SOME minor amount of control, didn't I?) I paused to heft the margarita pitcher before speaking. "How about we take the pitcher and adjourn to the cool of the house to continue this. It's too hot, in the sun, for comfort, at least for what I have in mind," I commented, trying to act nonchalant and suave. Giggling, the girls jumped up, "Just the invitation we were waiting for, hon," Pepper responded over her shoulder as they raced hand in hand across the hot concrete to the dim cool shelter of the family room. Here I was, left flat footed, once again, the brains of the bunch 'way ahead of me. Crossing the patio, still carrying the pitcher of booze, I re-entered the house trying to get my eyes to adjust to the dimness. I still couldn't see much but off toward the back of the house, I heard their giggling, again, and figured they had headed for the Master Bedroom and the king sized bed waiting there.

Emulating my two sweet ladies, like their bikinis strewn across the patio, my clothing was soon strewn all through the house, from the patio door through the family room and down the hall toward the bedrooms. Arriving at the foot of our Cal King sized bed, still clad in my briefs, I was amazed at the beautiful tableau spread there before me. "Started again without me, I see," was the only clever response I could think of. "Of course, baby," from my sexy bride, "and we will continue to be ahead of you until you skin out of those panties and join us." Taking the not so subtle "hint", I was immediately surrounded by the most delicious "puppy pile" of naked, wiggly female flesh. Pepper grabbed me and initiated our first very non-platonic kiss while Betty began nibbling and licking her way toward my steel stiff dick. When Pepper finally broke what had to be one of the most sensual and stimulating, deep French Kisses I had ever experienced she said, "You have no idea how long I have waited for that kiss, Dearest."

I know I must have had that "deer in the headlights" look after that stunning revelation. At the sound of the wicked chuckle coming from my wife somewhere near my nether regions, everything suddenly fell into place. These two gloriously sexy ladies had sandbagged me twice. "Now it finally dawns on him," this from my devious, scheming bride. "Baby, we've been plotting and planning this for weeks, finally getting you and Pepper together since you two never had the sense to, 'way back when," Betty continued. "Dearest, we were both trying too hard to be 'just friends', all through school," said Pepper, "and I now know how much I missed." Betty was still doing distracting things with those sweet ruby lips, sliding up and down my cock, making it difficult to concentrate. It almost made me miss Pepper's next request, "Please make love to me like we both wanted all those long years ago." Then, from the sexy vixen whose lips had been, a second before, wrapped around my stiff prick, "Yeah, baby, fuck her good and make her family."

Not needing any more encouragement, I dove headfirst, so to speak, into the challenge. Pepper rolled back into my arms, being careful not to disturb Betty who had gone back giving her perfect imitation of a vacuum cleaner on my stiff dick. We took up where we had left off, our lips crushing against each other, our tongues twining, dancing, battling and teasing. My hands were caressing her back and running down to her sweetly rounded ass, fingers alternating between feather light touches and arching to bring my fingernails into play. Gently scratching here and there, giving Pepper cause to jump and writhe a bit, showing her pleasure with her delightful giggle. My lips now started the journey of a lifetime, tracing first her jaw line, then her throat. I nibbled and placed tiny kisses along her collarbone from shoulder to shoulder, then, not being able to stand the temptation any longer, swooped downward, capturing her swollen left nipple between my lips. The attention to Pepper's nipple caused a long drawn out gasp to escape her lovely lips and she grabbed the back of my head, trying to force more of her sweet tit between my lips.

Betty was still Hoovering my stiff pole and I was having trouble keeping my mind on Peppers lovely tits. "Babe," I said as I tried to pry her loose, "put that wiggly tongue to good use between Pepper's thighs so I can keep my mind on the job at hand." The throaty, naughty laugh from deep in my wife' throat preceded her comment, "yeah, baby, that is one tasty pussy, I might even share it with you in a bit." Her change of location gave me the presence of mind to be able to get back to taking proper care of Pepper's now very swollen nipples, which I immediately began munching on, once again. Her immediate response was a long drawn out "Yessssssssssssssssss!!!" while trying to stuff both tasty mounds into my mouth at the same time. Betty's ministrations were reaping fine results, too. The tongue-lashing she was giving Pepper's dripping snatch had Pepper writhing and moaning all over the bed, causing Betty and me to hang on for dear life to keep Pepper from getting away from us.

As I removed my suctioning mouth from Pepper's sexy titties, moving my lips further down her belly, intending to share her steamy pussy with my hot bride, her hands immediately took over the duty of pulling, rubbing and pinching her own nipples. "Move over you oversexed slut," I playfully growled at my cuntlapping wife, "share your lickable toy with Daddy." "Grrrrr," was her only response as she made room for me. Reversing position, she threw a leg over Pepper and pushed her gushing cunt down to Pepper's eager tongue and lips.

"Oh Gawd YES!!!" came from Betty as Pepper began nibbling and sucking on her sloppy, wet snatch. For my part, I was giving as good as Betty was getting, licking Pepper from asshole to clit and back again. I alternated between licking her dripping pussy hole and biting and sucking her swollen lips. Her tart and sweet flavour was intoxicating and I shoved my tongue as deeply as I could into Pepper's hot pussy to get all her honey that I could. My nose kept bumping her swollen clit causing her to jump at each contact. "Babe, lean up as far as you can, I have to get my cock into this slippery cunt NOW!!" I said, getting up on my knees and guiding my rampant hungry prick towards Peppers sweet dripping cunt.

As Betty sat up without allowing her pussy to lose contact with Pepper's flicking tongue, I reached under Pepper's thighs and lifted and spread her legs even more. This opened her up so I could more easily shove my steel hard dick deep in that slippery, boiling slit. And, finally, shove it home I did and could hear Pepper's delighted squeals, muffled as they were by my slutty mate's throbbing cunt. Pepper's slippery hole was tight and hot as my cock sank deep in her belly. Definitely well worth waiting all those years for. Not giving her any time to react, I began pounding that sweet snatch with long, fast thrusts. Each thrust bringing a moan or grunt still muffled by Betty's sweet, dripping love hole. I grabbed Pepper's hips for added leverage and leaned forward, capturing my Betty's lovely lips in a searing, deep, wet, sexy, passionate kiss just as she began cumming all over Pepper's lips, chin, throat and squirting all over Peppers gorgeous tits. Having been over stimulated for so long, the sperm began boiling up from my balls, shoving its way up my rigid meat and gushing deep into Pepper's womb. I bellowed loudly with the feeling of my hot cum splashing and coating Pepper's velvet walls, which brought her to a bucking, bouncing, screaming climax of her own as my hot spunk filled her cunt and squirted out around my still pistoning prick to soak into the very rumpled coverlet under us.

We three held that erotic tableau for what seemed like a sweet lifetime before collapsing into a sweet, sweaty puppy pile. The coverlet became even more soaked as my softening cock slithered out of Pepper's well fuck twat and our juices poured from her gaping hole. Betty and I each curled up, one on each side of Pepper and enfolded all of us in a tangle of arms and legs and like that, we all fell into a sexually sated slumber.


The End.....for now...