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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 relationship.
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 there, 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 getting 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 Alan 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.
Alan 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 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 lose 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 towelled 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.
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