Archive-name: 3plus/tryout03.txt
Archive-author: Friar Dave
Archive-title: Tryout - 3
PART THREE
The bottoms of the dark silken pajamas hung low on Kim's full hips,
accentuating the wonderful flare from her trim waist to her full
buttocks. Her ass twitched enticingly through the material and Connie
stopped in the bedroom doorway to watch and savor.
How can she be so beautiful and sexy? Connie thought. She barely
noticed the room's furnishings -- the dresser and armoire, the plush
rug, the floor-to-ceiling drapes -- because her eyes focused on the
queen-size bed and the woman standing before it and turning to face her.
Kim raised her arms to Connie and the petite ballet instructor
wasted no time in going to her -- and those fabulous breasts. She took
one in each hand and hefted them, then bent and mouthed each huge
nipple. When both were thoroughly slicked, Connie stretched up on her
tiptoes and began rubbing her own engorged nozzles against Kim's unusual
nipples. The sensation of nipples against nipples sent shivers of
pleasure through her lithe little frame. She slowly dropped to her
knees, her tongue out and busy on the firm, indrawn flesh of Kim's tummy
as she pulled the pajama bottoms down and for the first time saw Kim
completely naked.
The hairs around Kim's cunt were like those on her head -- reddish
blonde and abundant. Her thighs were pale and full with their firm
youth. Connie pushed Kim back and the younger woman sat on the bed,
letting Connie part her thighs and lick from her knees to her crotch and
back down.
Connie felt transported by what she was doing -- electrified. She
felt all the tiny, soft hairs on her forearms standing up as if a
current was running through her. Something about the musky, post-workout
scent of this young woman -- so long desired -- and the tautness of her
pale flesh tingled through her entire body. Every part of her seemed to
vibrate of its own accord and in harmony with every other part of her
physique. She wanted to return pleasure for pleasure a hundred-fold and
immerse herself in sybaritic abandon.
Kim's scent was rich, almost intoxicating. No matter how much
Connie wanted to delay and tease, as she licked and nibbled those
trembling, smooth thighs, she was drawn inexorably back to moist center
of her lover's lush furred cunt.
With a moan of surrender, Connie spread Kim's labia. The lips were
thick and prominent and all the more so for being swollen with lust. The
juices glistened brightly, even in the low light filtering into the
bedroom from the open door to the living room. At the apex of her pussy
lips was the protruding nodule of Kim's swollen clitoris.
With thumb and forefingers holding wide Kim's cunt lips, Connie
blew softly across the pink opening glimpsed within. She saw Kim's cunt
contract automatically and watched the little lift and hump of her
engorged clit. It was almost as if the small bundle of nerve-covered
flesh was leaping upward to capture more of Connie's hot breath.
She couldn't wait any longer.
Connie ducked her head forward and licked out with the tip of her
tongue, a long, slow, savory tasting of the juicy valley. Kim moaned and
shuddered and Connie felt her hands come down to grip her dark-curled
head and pull her closer.
She opened her mouth wide and dropped it down over Kim's cunt,
covering the entire area with her hot oral cavity. She felt Kim's thighs
quiver and slowly press down on her head and ears, trapping her there.
Connie released her finger-hold on Kim's cunt lips and began licking and
sucking and -- yes, even chewing (carefully) for all she was worth. As
she slipped her hands under Kim's taut ass cheeks, she stiffened her
tongue and pressed as far into Kim's cunt as she could reach, enjoying
the way Kim tried to capture her pink mouth muscle with her eager cunt.
She drew back until she held only the swollen knob of Kim's clit in her
lips and then sucked on it mightily -- all the way swiping the tip of
her tongue back and forth as rapidly and lightly as she could.
Kim's shuddering became a frantic, desperate bucking. Her rounded
hips humped up off the bed and she shook as if having a fit. Connie
could barely hear the moan rise in volume and pitch until it became a
shrill wail of pleasure, total and abandoned. She hung suspended like
that for long moments while Connie continued teasing at and toying with
her tortured clit, unrelentingly driving her farther and farther in her
orgasm. Connie simultaneously slid one hand farther beneath her lovely
blonde lover and speared her with a forefinger driven into the spasming
clutches of Kim's cunt and an index finger, slicked by copious overflow
of lusty lubrications, wedging its way into the fearsome constrictions
of Kim's almost virgin anus.
Kim's scream was clearly audible to Connie, even through the
muffling effect of Kim's shaking thighs. She wriggled both fingers and
felt her young lover stiffen in utter surrender.
Suddenly, Kim fell back to the bed, writhing and shaking and
moaning in pleasure. Connie knew the symptoms and knew what was needed.
She quickly disentangled herself and crawled up on the bed next to Kim
and they lavished desperate kisses and hugs upon each other.
"Oh, so sweet, so sweet, I'd forgotten how sweet," Kim babbled as
she caressed and squeezed Connie. She rolled Connie onto her side in the
circle of her arms and two embraced, twining their thighs and rubbing
pussies against legs as their hands made free and savored each other's
charms.
The sweetness became leavened with renewed passion. Connie couldn't
stop marveling at the lush curves of her new lover and Kim was
captivated by the taut, throbbing arousal of the older woman. As the
minutes passed, Connie found herself trying to resist the temptation of
Kim's wondrous breasts and amazing nipples -- and Kim found herself
trying to resist the rich, sweet, musky aroma of Connie's compact little
bush and her tight cunt.
Connie kissed her way down Kim's chest and began wallowing in the
abundance of her breasts. Her lips found and latched onto Kim's large
nipples and then she was drawn lower...across the plane of the young
woman's taut belly and abdomen to her lush cunt. She tried to tease
again, but couldn't resist: Connie's head ducked between Kim's long,
quivering thighs and she plastered her lips to Kim's reddish-blonde
thatch.
Not that Kim was passive.
Kim guided the smaller woman's legs till they straddled her,
reversed, and pulled Connie's petite twat down onto her mouth -- and
feasted. She licked and sucked the entire region, all the time running
her hands up and over the smaller woman's tight ass and tiny waist. Her
lips sealed over Connie's swollen clit and labia and her tongue delved
deep into her cunt.
Because of the disparity in their heights, the classic "69" simply
wouldn't work -- if lips and tongues were to be fastened to cunnies and
clits. But Kim had promised Connie a unique treat -- and fulfilling that
promise would also restore Connie's thirsty mouth to Kim's cunt.
Connie was dribbling her tongue over all over Kim's smooth abdomen
that she could reach -- but it wasn't enough. The curly thatch of
reddish-blonde pubic hair beckoned her and the rich scent of Kim's
juices was a siren's call. Her hands went around Kim's hips and then
clasped her magnificent buttocks. She squeezed hard enough to make the
younger woman gasp against her cunt and then began pulling herself
lower, relinquishing the delights of Kim's tongue on her cunt for the
satisfaction of feeling Kim's well-oiled pussy under her lips.
Connie felt the abundant swells of Kim's tits against her thighs as
she wriggled lower. Then Kim was gripping her hips and shifting her...
and she felt --
"AHHHH!"
Connie couldn't restrain the cry of pleasure. She knew what was
being done to her, though she'd never felt it before. Even as she buried
her cries of pleasure against Kim's savory cunt, she felt the larger,
younger woman pressing her huge nipple in her cunt. The touch was so
soft, yet so firm! An, more than that, the idea of it was sending her
into paroxysms. The enormous, broad expanse of Kim's unusual nipple was
being rubbed back and forth over Connie's immensely swollen clitoris and
then jammed against the split of her trim pussy. Almost without thinking
of it, Connie found her lips locked again around Kim's pulsating pussy
pout while her own hips were beginning to jerk uncontrollably. Connie
knew herself and knew she was working up through a succession of smaller
orgasms to a real, screaming whopper of a cum... and licked and sucked
all the more fervently on her new lover's cunt.
It was when she worked one hand a bit farther under Kim that the
taller woman started to moan loudly. Connie's fingers pressed against
her cunt and Kim found herself almost involuntarily hunching her hips
down, trying to capture the probing digits.
Connie rubbed the swollen cunt lips with one finger while
continuing to lick. When she sensed Kim couldn't stand any more, she
thrust the finger into Kim's cunt and then hung on for dear life.
Kim rammed Connie's little cunt down against her huge nipple and
screamed her pleasure as she bucked and heaved. She held the smaller
woman's taut left ass cheek with a knuckle-whitening grip; her other
hand squeezed her own tit just as hard and vibrated her enormous nipple
area as hard and rapidly as she could against Connie's swollen cunt.
Connie felt her orgasm swelling in her flat belly and thrust a
second finger into Kim's constricting cunt. The younger woman howled
again and bucked for more, so Connie gave her a third -- and then a
fourth finger. She waggled the four digits inside Kimberly, feeling the
juices ripple and flow -- and then Connie was caught up in her own peak.
She ground her cunt down, down, down, trying to capture Kim's
gigantic nipple in her aching quim and shuddered with pleasure, moaning
and writhing on the soft, lush curves of her overheated Sapphic lover.
After uncounted waves of pleasure had finally washing both of them,
they collapsed, half-sobbing with relief, against each other. Connie
somehow found the strength to reverse herself and welcomed Kim's soft,
cuddling. She happily, languorously licked her juices from Kim's still
huge nipple, and ten did the same for the other -- "So it won't feel
left out," she explained.
"Mmmmmm."
Then she lay her head upon the pillows of Kim's spectacular breasts
and savored the gentle undulations of her breathing as Kim wrapped her
arms about her.
When Connie stirred, Kim woke, too. Connie turned her face up for a
kiss and it quickly became passionate. Kim's nipples hardened quickly
and Connie raced Kim's. When the kiss finally ended, both were panting.
"I could do this forever," Kim said, breathlessly.
"So could I -- but I'd miss Jerry." Connie giggled.
"Greedy, aren't you?"
"I want it all!"
"If you had it all, would you share it?"
Connie's smile faded slowly and became wistful. "I would but Jerry
just isn't interested. Hasn't been, anyhow."
"I didn't mean it that way!"
Connie kissed her lightly on the chin. "Are you sure?"
Kim had a thoughtful expression for the next few moments. Then:
"Maybe I did. It's not a bad idea."
"I think it's a terrific idea." Connie rolled onto her side and ran
one hand lightly up and down over Kim's abundant curves. "And you'd get
to find out what it's like to be really filled up."
"You filled me up pretty good with your fingers. How many did you
have in me?"
"Four."
Kim rolled her eyes. "No wonder. I can never get more than three in
me."
"Mine are smaller. See?" She held up the accused fingers and
wiggled.
"Sure, a little, but sometimes I think there's something wrong with
me. All I can think about is finding a guy with a big one -- "
"Who knows how to use it."
"Right -- but then I wonder if it could get it me. I mean, when I
get turned on, it seems like I just squeeze and squeeze and -- " She
giggled. Connie was nodded solemnly.
"I know. I felt. Guys must love it. But don't worry -- if a baby's
head will fit through there, anything will."
"Maybe when I get a little older."
"Has nothing to do with it. When I was in college, I was into a
whole orgy scene for a while. One of the other girl was this sophomore,
not much bigger than me -- and she liked having a fist in her every now
and then."
Kim's eyes widened. "A fist?"
"Uh-huh. I mean, first a couple of fingers, then more fingers, then
the whole hand. When she really started cumming, she'd take a clenched
fist and came so hard she actually lost consciousness a few times. It
was kind of a strange turn-on to see a woman my size cumming while a
big, hairy guy had his fist, wrist and part of his forearm reaming her
out." Connie shook her head, remembering. "I mean, she was so tight that
usually it was hard work to get two fingers in her. But when she got
going -- once she had two guys at once in her vagina and loved it. And she
was maybe nineteen at the time."
She kissed Kim lightly on the nearest nipple. "Don't worry, honey
-- you can take it...from the right guy."
She sat up easily and arched her back. Kim couldn't resist running
one hand over Connie's sleek back and the older woman purred, catlike,
at the petting. Finally she stood and turned to look down at her
magnificently proportioned lover. "You know, I want to do this again."
"And again."
"And again."
"Et cetera."
"But it's going to be hard keeping my pants dry when I see you in
class."
"If you get too moist, I'll just have to do something about it."
"Like take them off for me?"
Kim nodded. "When can we get together like this again?"
Connie cocked her hips and looked thoughtful. "This is Tuesday...
You have any free nights later this week?"
Kim sat up smoothly, all her rich curve rippling beautifully.
Connie was again fascinated by the lack of an swaying in Kim's big
breasts; they were so firm that they hardly bounced at all.
"Well, I have a wine-tasting party tomorrow night and Thursday I
have a class at the New School."
"What?"
Kim blushed slightly. "I'm studying a language." She looked up to
find Connie staring at her.
"Give."
"Chinese." She shrugged. "I've always been fascinated by the
culture and country and traditions and someday I want to visit China."
"Good! What about Friday?"
"Nothing so far."
"Let's you and I go out." Connie's eyes were sparkling.
"Sure. Where?"
"Shopping."
"Huh?"
"I'm going to take you to a toy store -- an adult toy store. Can
you bring your car into Manhattan Friday?"
"I have to bring it in every day," Kim groused. "What a pain in the
ass."
"I'll bet it is. I'll meet you in the Village. What time do you
finish for the day?"
"Any time after five."
"Fine. Have the car in a garage in the Village somewhere near West
Fourth and Sixth Avenue. I'll meet you at the Cornelia Street Cafe at
six. I'll be wearing a red rose, so you'll recognize me with my clothes
on."
Kim laughed and stood and hugged her tightly. "I feel funny about
going into a sex-aid store."
"Relax, honey -- I'll protect you."
"But -- why?"
"I want to get us some toys. Like Joni's Butterfly, and maybe some
nice vibrators or dildos or both ... and I want to be wicked!"
She said it with such a pixie-esh expression her face that Kimberly
had to giggle and hug her again.
"Will you be wicked with me?" Kim asked.
"Count on it."
"It's a date!" Kim agreed.
* * *
When Connie stepped into the house, she found Jerry sitting in the
living room, staring at CNN. A snifter was on the end table next to his
chair and the brandy bottle -- half-empty -- was next to it.
He didn't look up at the sound of her entrance.
"Hi, husband."
He hit the MUTE button on the TV's remote control and turned.
"Hello, wife."
She walked over to him and bent at the waist to kiss him. The kiss
lingered.
"I know that taste," he said. His speech was still clear. "I take
it you were successful."
She doffed her coat and sat on the other part of the sectional.
"Yes. And it was lovely." She flicked her gaze at the snifter and
bottle, then back to him, waiting. He understood.
Jerry was a recovering alcoholic. He'd fallen a few times, but
generally went through his days. By agreement, they kept a small bottle
of brandy in the house. A long time ago, they'd made an agreement and
had a safe installed in the wall of the bedroom. Only Connie had the
combination. She would never question him if he found himself unable to
resist -- provided that before he reached for the booze, he stashed the
car keys in the safe and juggled the combination.
"They're in there," he said. "I wasn't sure I could handle it if
you stayed the night. I'm not getting any younger and I wonder,
sometimes, if this one is going to be the lover you fall for --
forever." He shrugged, slightly uncoordinated.
There was another, older, more powerful agreement between them --
complete honesty.
"I could really fall hard for her."
"I could tell."
"But I couldn't live without you, every day, right here -- holding
me." She felt tears welling in her eyes. "Just the thought of not being
in your arms..." She shook her head too hard, too fast. "I can't stand
that thought."
"I feel the same way. So -- " He nodded toward the snifter. "But it
doesn't help enough."
"Does my being here help enough?"
He stared at her until she added: "Rhetorical question."
"You goddam betcha. Would you put some coffee on?"
The tears overcame her defenses, despite the genuine smile. "You
goddam betcha."
"Want to talk about it?"
"See previous response." She stood. "By the way, she wants you,
too. A lot."
He closed his eyes and wrinkled his forehead, then exhaled slowly.
Finally: "Me? All of me?"
"Don't be silly. I'm the only person who could want all of you the
way I do."
"I know. Help me stand." He held out his hand. She took it, knowing
he didn't physically need it, and led him into the kitchen. As she made
the coffee, she told him about the planned date at the sex-aid store and
Kim's cravings.
Later, as they undressed each other for bed, she told what she and
Kimberly had done and said, and what she planned for Friday night.
In detail.
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