It was different but exhilarating.

I was on my way to meet a woman I felt I knew, but had yet to meet. Yes, I had seen her photos. Yes, I had read her thoughts, experiences, desires, and fantasies of her sex life, and she mine. But until the door opened to her home, she remained a mystery.

Until now.

By sheer chance, a business trip had taken me to her part of Florida. I told her I had extended the trip over Thursday night to allow us to meet, and unless I was grossly misinterpreting the situation, to fuck madly. What I had not shared was my return flight was Sunday, in the event reality was anywhere in my imagination.

I had seen photos of her, clothed and unclothed. Beyond well preserved for her age. She was wicked smart as well as possessing a level of depravity only a reciprocally depraved man could treasure.

Unsurprisingly, my anticipation rose as I approached her home. I had asked her to be naked when I arrived but suspected that was a lot to ask. It turned out it wasn’t…quite. I knocked at the door. When it opened, we both smiled, our eyes examining each other. I was in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, sleeves rolled halfway up my arms. She was in a white terry cloth robe.

Before a word was said, she undid the tie, allowing her robe to open.

“Come here,” she instructed.

As I took her in my arms, she swung the door closed and then wrapped her arms around me. I quickly found my arms inside her robe, caressing her back and her ass cheeks. I gave a good squeeze, then felt the back of her thighs. We kissed, gently first, then voraciously, as our anticipation turned to reality.

I pulled away, looked into her eyes, about to speak, when she placed a finger on my lips.

She whispered, “Don’t speak. First, we fuck.”

With a smile, she took me to her bedroom. As we entered, her robe hit the floor, and she climbed onto her bed. She leaned back on the pillows. Her legs spread a bit as one hand reached to her pussy, gently caressing it. The other went to her breasts, caressing them as well, while pinching her hard nipples. I could see all of her, and it was lovely.

“Take your clothes off,” she directed.

She watched as I kicked off my shoes, unbuttoned, then removed my shirt, unbuckled and unzipped my pants, and stood before her in my boxers.

She eyed me and said, “Everything.”

Her eyes followed the waistband of my shorts until my cock sprang from them. Then she looked, first at my cock, then my eyes. It was hard, but had further to go.

“Make it harder. Show me. Then fuck me.”

I did, stroking myself while she watched. But I didn’t fuck her immediately. Rather, I climbed on the bed and straddled her. I felt her fingers alternating between touching herself and grazing my balls. I knew she was excited, and hot, her breath deepening.

My face lowered to hers and I spoke for the first time. “Hello, Darlene. It is so nice to finally meet you.”

She smiled.

“I want to fuck you. And I will. But first, I’m going to eat you. I’m going to explore you from your ass to your clit, with my eyes, with my fingers, and with my mouth. You will come at least once, but only when I want you to. Only then I will fuck you. Are you good with that?”

“Do what you want to me, Greg. Then I’ll do what I want to you.”

I kissed her deeply. Then I slid slowly down, tasting every inch of her, her neck, her breasts, lingering on her nipples. She had one hand on my back, caressing me, the other on the back of my head, trying to guide me while keeping my mouth pressed to her skin.

Her legs, now spread, writhing in anticipation of the moment I sucked her into my mouth. Her stomach was firm and smooth. As I descended further, her right leg bent then leaned outward. I shifted toward that leg.

Finding the crease between her thigh and her lips, I could smell her and knew she was wet and would be incredibly warm when I arrived. She moaned as I licked the crease. She tried to push me to her center. But that would wait…a little.

I lifted her left leg and allowed my tongue to find her ass. Lightly, gently, I circled it. I could feel it pucker. Both her hands were on my head, pulling me to her. After a slight probe, I allowed my tongue to slide up. I went deep inside her. It was as I imagined; wet, hot, and sweet.

My mouth found her clit. She moaned. Then I sucked it into my mouth, teasing her with my tongue. She began to hump my face, her heels on my back. I slowed, not wanting her to come so soon, but she was beyond my control, so I sucked harder as she moaned and then thrust.

As wet as she was, cum surged from her as her hips thrust up, frozen in pleasure.

“Oh… fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried, then collapsed.

I slid my body over hers, again kissing her as I traveled, eventually kissing her now dry lips. She was still heaving with deep breaths from her orgasm.

As I looked down at her, she smiled. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

It was my turn to smile. “Put me in you.”

Her hands took me. One cradled my balls, the other my cock. There was no need to slide the tip up and down inside her lips. She was already insanely lubed. She stuffed me into her. Then with both her hands grabbed my ass cheeks, spreading them while pulling me inside her.

We both groaned. I was so hot, I had to go slowly, savoring every tiny movement. She smiled again and squeezed her pussy.

“Come with me. I am ready when you are,” she whispered.

I accelerated, as did she, matching our thrusts. I felt her fingers probe my ass, one hand toying with my hole, which sent a charge directly to my cock. The other hand reached for my face, holding me, looking at my eyes as her chest again began to heave.

“Come now. I want all of you inside me.” Then she kissed me.

I exploded with her. Our breath and bodies became one as the pleasure flowed through us. It seemed to go on and on until she calmed, and I was drained.

I rolled off her, still breathing deeply. I rolled onto my side to look at her. The fingers of one hand traced her lips, sliding down her neck, across her nipples, over her stomach. They dipped into her sopping pussy, scooping up our blended cum. It was carried to her mouth for her to taste.

She sucked my fingers clean. Her hand, likewise, scooped cum from her pussy.

As she brought her dripping fingers up, I asked, “How does it taste?”

Darlene’s eyes widened a bit and a wry smile came to her. “You tell me how it tastes.” She shoved her cum dripping fingers in my mouth. 

Startled, I complied, sucking her fingers, tasting both my cum and hers. I knew hers, so the saltiness was mine. Not so bad blended with hers. A first. 

Darlene rose on one elbow, her now clean fingers gliding over my body, and mine hers. Discovery. In the dim light, our fingers adding to our visual exploration. Everywhere. 

"My turn," she said. Then she rotated until her head was above my cock. She excited me as I could feel my hardness returning. She took me in one hand, cradled my sack in the other, and took my cock in her mouth. I gasped at her touch. I loved it. 

Then her hips rose, one leg spread to straddle my head and she lowered her dripping pussy onto my mouth. My choice? None. I reached around to grab her ass cheeks and pulled her more firmly onto my face. I licked and sucked her as her hips rotated to spread our juices everywhere. 

Surprisingly, in an astoundingly short time, I got hard again. Darlene's mouth on me, her hand cradling my balls and two wet fingers circling my ass were irresistible. Yet I was determined to retain some control, to force her orgasm before I succumbed to her. 

She was humping my mouth. Thankfully she didn't have a cock or I would be gagging. Fighting back, I sucked her clit, slid the fingers of my left hand into her cunt, causing more cum to seep out onto my face, and slowly slid a finger from my right hand into her anus. 

I felt, more than heard, her moan as the first, then the second finger penetrated her. Her work on me was exquisite, but I stayed focused on her. I tried to read her reactions as I probed, twisted, and sucked her. Her humping became more aggressive, less control as everything from her ass to her clit took control. 

Her moans turned to grunts. Marginally audible but sensed through the vibrations on my cock. Her action on my ass and balls slowed, her mouth grew slack. Her orgasm began to ripple through her body. 

Her humping became one extended thrust onto my mouth as she screamed, not loud, simply a cry of pleasure. Her juice flowed onto my face and into my mouth. I drank her.

When she was done, she said nothing, and simply went to work. This time she cucked everything she could reach, my cock and each of my balls. Her saliva dripped to my ass, wetting it, allowing her to slide two fingers inside me. It was my turn to moan, then grunt, her fingers probing me as my cock probed her mouth. 

I tried to hold out. Really. I failed. As she reacted, I did. My hips raised, I muttered, "Oh, fuck," as I exploded into her mouth. 

She continued to suck me, more gently, though, until I was drained. 

Darlene pivoted back to me. She smiled at me, then kissed me. My cum flowed from her mouth as our tongues intertwined, her naked body pressed to mine. 

When we had caught our breath, she again looked down at me. 

"You work from home, right?" she asked. When I nodded yes, she said, "Then there is no reason for you to leave. You will work from here. You will meet some of my friends. We will enjoy each other and you will serve." 

There was no question, neither in her words nor in her inflection. I was hers.

The rest of the evening passed as one might expect. Talk, touch, fuck, repeat. We did pause long enough to raid her fridge and somehow polished two bottles of wine. In our discussions, she mentioned her local nude beach and perhaps visiting her neighbors.

Sometime near dawn, I found myself spooned behind her, my right arm under her head, my left draped over her waist. As I woke slightly, my left hand found her breasts, caressing and lightly pinching her nipples to hardness. She moaned and I felt her ass press back into me. I had nothing left, but that didn’t stop my erection returning.

My hand eventually found its way down her stomach to just above her pussy. I let my fingers caress her smoothness until her left leg rose slightly, allowing me access. I kissed her neck as my fingers slipped inside her. She moaned as I whispered, “Relax. Let me do this.”

She pivoted slightly onto her back, spreading further. Her fingers toyed with her nipples as she moaned louder. I went slow, trying to prolong her buildup. My wet fingers probed everywhere as I read her body.

“Do you want to come?” I whispered into her ear. When she nodded ‘yes’, I said, “Do it. Come on my hand. Now.” Her hips rose shamelessly off the bed, pressing into my hand as she exploded. Then we slept.

When I next woke, Darlene had climbed onto the bed, sitting in the same light robe she had been wearing when she opened her front door. She had a bowl of fruit in her lap and a glass of orange juice by the bed.

“You need food,” she said, picking a piece of melon with her fingers and sliding it into my mouth. “I have our day planned. First, you cancel your flight home. It’s almost noon, so we are hanging here, probably watching the Buccaneer’s game this afternoon. Then we’re going over to my neighbor’s house for drinks. Sound good?”

“Lovely,” I responded. She smiled, opened her robe, rubbed a slice of melon over her left nipple, and said, “Oops, can you help me with this?”  I did.

The afternoon was wonderful. Football, beer, and Darlene. She managed to fit me into another robe, so the time passed with a combination of fondling, talk, and gentle caresses, licks, and kisses.

As the game was winding down, Darlene disappeared for a bit. She returned with a bowl filled with warm water, towels, shaving cream, scissors, and a razor.

“Lay back,” she instructed, opening my robe. “Time to clean you up. Trimmed is good. Completely smooth is far better.” With that, she began to spread the cream and began to shave me smooth.

I’m not sure why, but an attractive woman clinically handling my cock and balls is insanely exciting. As well, the harder a cock is the easier it is to shave, and she soon had a firm cock in her hand.

“Lift your legs,” she instructed. I did and she slowly and patiently shaved under my balls and around my asshole. When I was done, I was anticipating some relief, but she instructed, “Go take a shower and get dressed.”

An hour later we headed off to Michelle and Tom’s house. They lived across the street and down a few houses. I had on shorts and a Tommy Bahama shirt. Darlene had on a sundress. I’d patted her ass so I knew she had nothing underneath. Darlene carried a bag with a couple of bottles of wine and some appetizer stuff. She had zipped the bag shut so I wasn’t able to see what else might have been in there.

Soon enough, we were ringing the doorbell. Michelle answered and immediately gave Darlene an extended hug. She then turned to me. “So, this is Greg!” she noted as her eyes examined me. “He should do just fine.”

That was either ominous or thrilling…or both.

We walked to their screened patio where Tom was pouring a drink. We were introduced. Tom seemed as droll as Michelle was vivacious. Certainly an interesting couple.

We all sat. Darlene and I were on an outdoor couch while Michelle and Tom occupied lounge chairs opposite us. 

We made small talk, with an inordinate number of questions about me and how I met Darlene. There appeared to be little off limits as Michelle drilled into my background, likes, dislikes and what fantasies or stories Darlene and I had shared, even the details of a Pirate novel Darlene was crafting, which was a bit outside even Lush Stories prurient limits.

At one point, the glare of the sun prompted Michelle to instruct, or was it order, Tom to lower the sunshades, blocking both the sun and the view.

Soon after, Michelle turned to Darlene and asked, “Mind if I have a look at Greg?”

“Of course not, Michelle. Have at him,” Darlene responded.

I was asked to stand and move closer to Michelle. Her eyes caressed me, then she instructed, “Take your shirt off.” As I did, she stood and let her fingers glide over my chest and back.

I looked at Darlene. She smiled back.

Done examining, Michelle stood in front of me, looked up, and said, “Now your pants. Everything.”

I turned to Darlene and said, “Jesus, are you two clones?”

“Close,” was all she said.

So, a moment later, I was standing naked, just as previously with Darlene, only this time the clothed spectators included Michelle and Tom. I wasn’t really embarrassed, but it was a bit awkward. Fortunately, I was firm but to raging hard-on to give me away.

Again, Michelle’s fingers explored, only now more aggressively. She squeezed my ass cheeks, ran her hands up my thighs, pushed my legs slightly apart so she could probe my ass and cradle my clean-shaven balls. She took my cock in her hand, sat back on her chair, turned to Darlene, and asked, “You ok if he eats me?”

Darlene simply smiled.

Michelle sat in her generously padded chair, leaned back, lifted her sundress, and said, “It’s yours, Greg. Make me cum.”

Like Darlene, she was smooth, but with a small tuft of fur above her slit. I dropped to my knees, spread her legs a bit further, and examined her. My fingers spread her slightly and I blew on her. With that, she grabbed my hair, pulled me to her and said, “Quit fucking around.”

I complied eagerly.

She tasted sweet as I buried my nose and tongue into her. Moist. When I licked her clit, she moaned. When I sucked on it, she thrust her hips and pulled me deeper. As I dined, I was aware of Tom removing his clothes and Darlene moving behind me. Her fingers slid up the back of my thighs then up my back. Coming back down she kneaded my butt cheeks then began to caress my balls.

I needed to regain focus on Michelle when she helped me. She raised her left leg and propped it over the arm of her chair. Now everything was open to me, so I ran my tongue from her asshole to her clit… several times. She moaned loudly.

“I told you he was good, didn’t I?” noted Darlene.

All Michelle could do was smile, moan, and pull me tighter to her. 

Michelle pulled her sundress up, exposing her stomach and her breasts. Tom, now naked, approached to help her lift it over her head. She was now naked, kneading her breasts as I began to slide a finger into her as I sucked. Her hips began to rotate, seeking more of my mouth and fingers.

As I tried to keep focus, Darlene was at work behind me. I could feel her hand on my cock, gently, slowly, stroking. Her other caressed my balls and periodically trailed her fingernails from my asshole down. Then I felt her tongue on me, first on my balls, then trailing up to my ass, circling.

It was my turn to moan.

I tried to stay focused. I desperately wanted Michelle to come. The fact Tom was watching, stroking himself, motivated me to be the one to make it happen for her. However, Darlene was doing a masterful job at finding and igniting every pleasure nerve, from the tip of my cock to my tight asshole.  I don’t multitask, or multifocus well.

In time, Michelle’s responses became more energized. Her moans grew louder, her pussy mashed into my mouth, she got wetter and her fingers grabbed my hair, pulling me into her. She was losing control and apparently didn’t give a shit that there were three people watching.

Then Michelle exploded. She gushed. She cried, “Oh, fuck, fuck!” It lasted until she pulled my face from her crotch and looked down at me. Still breathing heavily, she pulled me up her body until she could lick her cum and juice off my face.

“Not…too…bad,” Michelle whispered between breaths, still licking my face while kissing me.

“I agree,” Darlene noted, now kneeling by our side. “Can I share your favorite treat with Greg?” she asked Michelle. She nodded and smiled in response.

“Michelle loves to be fucked in the ass.” I looked at Michelle. She smiled and again nodded. Her hips thrust up into my crotch at the thought. “If you liked her last orgasm, wait ‘till you see her come with a cock in her ass, her fingers on and in her pussy and all of us watching.”

As if the situation wasn’t erotic enough, the thought of fucking Michelle to another orgasm while I exploded in her ass made my cock twitch. I looked down at her. “Can I come in your ass?”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t. And so would Tom,” she noted with a wink.

As we spoke, I could feel Darlene’s fingers caress my cock, balls, ass, almost absentmindedly… but I knew it wasn’t. Then she spoke.

“I’ve got one condition in this deal,” she stated. “I’m going to fuck your ass, Greg. I’m going to fuck you while you fuck Michelle.”

I looked at Michelle. She was studying my response. She wanted this. But so did Darlene, in a bit of a perverse way, or maybe a bit of her dom rearing its head. She knew I’d never been fucked that way. Yes, I’d had a finger or two penetrate me from kinkier dates. But never more than that. Clearly, Darlene wanted to be my first. And she knew, at this point, there was no possible way I could deny her.

She didn’t wait for my response. She pulled me up and back from Michelle. From somewhere, she found a bottle of lube, squirted some in her hand, and coated my cock. Michelle seemed to be in a trance, watching me while the fingers of one hand pinched her firm nipples while her other hand crept over her stomach toward her pussy.

Apparently, Darlene judged me firm and lubed enough. “Lift her legs,” she instructed, placing the tip of my cock at her smooth puckered hoed. Placing her other hand on my ass, she both pulled and pushed me, the pressure mounting until Michelle’s ass allowed my head to penetrate. Her eyes closed and a deep moan emerged from her. Now the fingers that had been reaching for her pussy were inside her, sliding deeply. Her other fingers had found her clit, sliding over and around.

Then my cock fully penetrated her. Michelle grunted, her eyes opened wide, looked directly at all three of us, Darlene, Tom and me. Then her eyes closed, her fingers continued her work and I tried to begin a rhythm.

I had sensed more than seen Darlene moving to a position behind me. She had been messing with the lube, as I felt her slick fingers slowly penetrating my ass. Then something larger. She was directly behind me, an arm now around my chest and the tip of some sort of dildo beginning to press against me. She must have donned some sort of harness by the way she was moving and her free hand.

“Don’t move for a minute,” she instructed. I stopped thrusting as the pressure intensified. I tried to relax when suddenly I felt the penetration. Now it was my turn to moan…and I did, more so as the rubber cock slid all the way in.

Everything froze for a bit as we all took stock of what was happening. Then I began to move, and soon the three of us found a rhythm. It felt great fucking Michelle while watching her frantically toy with herself. I felt full, the initial pain shifting to pleasure. The most exciting part was going on in my head.

As if reading my mind, Darlene leaned forward, wrapped her arms around me, and twisted my nipples. Another moan. She whispered, “You love this, don’t you?” I nodded. “Remember before you committed to visit me, I asked if you’d be my toy? You hesitated, but said, ‘Yes’?” Again, I nodded. “Now you really want it, don’t you? To be my toy? To be mine?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes.”

She thrust harder, deeper. “Then come now. Come in Michelle’s ass. She’ll know. Trust me. She’ll come with you.”

I thrust harder.

I looked down at Michelle. Her eyes were closed in concentration. Her fingers aggressively toyed with her clit while others penetrated her. “Open your eyes, Michelle. Watch us while you come,” I instructed. Her eyes opened.

It started deep inside me. Powerful. I thrust into Michelle’s ass deeper. Darlene thrust deeper into me as well. Her hot breath on the back of my shoulder turned into a bite, hard. I loved it, and exploded. Michelle let out a high-pitched moan.

I collapsed onto Michelle. Her arms wrapped around me. I felt the cock leave my ass as Darlene likewise relaxed onto my back.

Michelle turned her face toward Tom, his cock, still in hand, just inches away. Her mouth opened and took it as he came. She gulped most of his cum, but some leaked across her lips. She pulled back, smiled contentedly at me and kissed me. Sloppy. Erotic. Good.

I heard Darlene, her voice just behind my left ear. “Will he do?” she asked Michelle.

“Oh, he’ll do just fine…if you can keep him.”

“This boy’s going nowhere,” Darlene responded. “He’s ours.”