Even though Babbs and Anthony remained married, they no longer lived together. Babbs bought a home near me in Westchester and Anthony has taken a small apartment in Manhattan.
Barbara has now come out of her shell. It only took three days for her to become a sexually liberated woman. In the last story, she went from being a timid little mousey lass to being a starving sexual lioness.
Barb and I met for lunch Monday and spoke about our sexual encounter a few weeks before. She told me about the dreams and fantasies that wracked her brain while she tried to sleep. Barbara, through no fault of her own, had been extremely sexually innocent/naive, having known nothing more than her husband's micropenis. I seemed to have kickstarted her Sex Ed course.
She was now a sexual powerhouse, and she wanted more. Her fantasies now ran to extremes. Far from being a sexually naive person, she was now an adventurous, albeit still naive, free spirit.
She dreamt of having three and foursomes with both men and women. She dreamed about having sex in public places. She wanted people to see the new Barbara. She had even purchased a new bed in anticipation of future conquests. It was a rather expensive Alaska Kingsize, 9ft x 9ft, a bed that would easily contain an orgy.
As we had lunch, she expressed her wish to be with two men. She couldn't get enough, she wanted to experience everything. Her exact words were, “I want to be fucked into oblivion.”
I told her that I had a young friend, David, who would most likely, be very willing to help out. His cock was, how shall I describe it? Massive, equine. Also, he was young, Twenty-five, and virile. He was very much like me in that he derived his pleasure from making someone else happy.
Barbara was intrigued, so she asked to meet him.
Seeing as he lived nearby, I texted and asked him to stop by the restaurant. David was a young tri-athlete with a long-distance runner's body and stamina.
He came to the restaurant and politely introduced himself as he sat down. David was a consummate gentleman. Well educated and well brought up. A respectful, respectable young man.
She thought herself very lucky to find two men to service her. We made small talk over lunch and drinks and Barbara asked when we could all get together for a little fun. David had no clue as to what he was getting himself into. The new Barbara was going to fuck him senseless. Maybe it would be the other way around.
Her panties were soaking wet thinking of the possibilities. She probably left a pussy print on the seat. The female server, who also had her eyes on us, knew why Barbara was squirming in her seat. We made arrangements to meet again at Barbara's home on Friday evening.
With four more days to go, Barbara was antsy with anticipation. Many times during those four days, she had shoved her hands in her panties and jilled herself to mind-numbing orgasms. This was something she could never achieve previously. She found herself daydreaming at work...rushing to her private bathroom for a quick finger full of herself. She even went so far as to lick her fingers after she came, something that would have repulsed her only a few weeks ago.
Friday took forever to arrive. After she picked and washed some fresh berries from her greenhouse garden, Barbara took a long relaxing bubble bath and applied dots of a delicate perfume to her breasts and thighs. This lioness was starving and her claws were sharp and ready.
David and I arrived at 5:00 PM bearing champagne and miniature pastries. Sitting in her living room, we nibbled on the pastries while polishing off a pitcher of Margaritas and shots of tequila. When we had finished our drinks and were quite relaxed. Babbs took David on a tour of her home and greenhouse, then we retired to her boudoir.
David and I both stood mesmerized as she did a little striptease for us. David was amazed at the body of this beautiful Forty-year-old woman.
She lay back on the bed and watched as David and I removed our clothes. True to form, I was wearing my signature Mickey Mouse nose boxers. David, at least, had more sensible underwear. Superman boxers for him. She giggled seeing this spectacle. We removed our shorts at the same time.
There was David's monster nine-inch cock, swinging back and forth, looking as though he had borrowed an elephant's trunk.
When Barb saw David's cock, her eyes bugged out of her head. She never expected a forearm-sized cock. (Don’t ever let anyone tell you that size doesn't count.) I felt rather inadequate with my mighty six-incher, but I work with what nature gave me. (I make up for my perceived inadequacies by being a voracious, and luckily, very good pussy eater.) She noticed that we had both shaved our boy bits for her. She licked her lips in anticipation.
We climbed up onto her bed, one of us on each side of her, and began to lightly stroke her nipples, those exquisitely sensitive, pink nipples. They stood out like pencil erasers, hard enough to cut glass. We both moved up to kiss her. It soon became apparent to her that David and I had no problems being this close to each other as we shared a steamy three-way kiss. This was going to be a very enlightening evening for her indeed.
We turned her onto her side. David hungrily kissed from her breasts down to her vulva, while I kissed her back and worked my way down to her tight little ass.
As we both met between her thighs, we could smell her musky excitement. David tasted the copious sweet juices that ran down her thigh. He worked his tongue across to her very swollen, glorious, thumb-sized clit as I hungrily tongued her sweet little rosebud. She thought that she had died and gone to heaven. That would be a recurrent thought throughout the evening.
Together, we used our tongues and lips to probe every inch of her southern territories. She was in sensory overload and immediately felt the beginnings of an orgasm building. Sensing this, we slowed our oral attack and teased her mercilessly. Our coordinated efforts brought her to a plateau and then let her down…brought her to another plateau and let her down again. So close!...sooo close! Aaarrrgh! Frustration! We were deliberately torturing her.
Finally, the teasing became too much to endure again and she grabbed both of us by the hair and pushed our faces deeper into her tortured holes. She bucked her hips like a wild horse as a continuous wave of mind-numbing orgasms took her. She held our heads so tightly to her groin that we could barely breathe. As she came, she screamed so loudly that I thought certainly the neighbors had to hear her.
This was just the beginning. Much like last Friday, she was gonna get ridden very hard and put away wet.
When she had recovered from her wave of orgasms, she made the two of us lie in a scissor position, our balls and asses together. She held our cocks together and took both of them in her mouth at the same time. She did her best to engulf both of us with her wet warm mouth.
She found this rather difficult as we both were rather thick. (Well, at least David was.) Trooper that she is, she weathered the storm and very soon had both of us moaning and thrusting upwards into her mouth. We were far from passive though, I was rubbing Barbara's clit and David had his middle finger cozily ensconced in her back door.
Almost simultaneously and without warning, we erupted in her mouth. Torrents of semen splashed the back of her throat as she tried to swallow whatever she could. A large portion of it ran out of her mouth but she hungrily slurped it up and did her best to swallow the overflow. When both cocks had finished pulsing, she sucked each one of us dry, dragging every last little bit of cum out of our cocks. I thought to myself, “Fuck! She's turning into a cum fiend.”
We relaxed and popped the champagne, leisurely sipping and feeding each other fresh berries from Barbara's garden. It became obvious to Barbara, watching us feed each other, that there would be many very interesting and deviant acts performed in this bedroom tonight. She thought to herself, “It’s gonna get hot as fuck in here.”
She asked us if we had ever spent any time sexually together. We admitted to having been in threesomes, foursomes. We'd been to swingers clubs together, having sex with a gal on a table where people were eating dinner. She desperately wanted to be in on this. It had always been a hidden fantasy of hers to watch two men suck each other off as she played with herself.
With the champagne finished, she went to her night table and withdrew a long thick double-ended dildo and the tube of warming lube, both of which I had bought for her. She told us that she wanted to see us 69 each other while she DP'd herself with the dildo. David, sweet easily recharged youth was already hard again. Me? Fear not, I had my little blue pills.
We maneuvered ourselves into a sixty-nine side-by-side and started gently teasing each other's cocks with our tongues.
As we sucked and teased each other's manhood, Barbara lubed the double dong and inserted one end in her rear and the other end in her twat. Again, she had died and gone to heaven. David and I were thoroughly engrossed in sucking each other's cocks as Barbara frantically rammed the dildo into her pussy and rosebud. The double penetration caused her holes to spasm, sending her into a state where her sight and hearing dimmed. All energy was focused on her lady parts.
A thousand suns exploded in her pelvis, and she collapsed, senseless, on the bed. She didn’t know what had happened to her. She couldn’t survive too many more like that one.
She deliberately slowed her breathing and contented herself to just watch as her lovers built to their own orgasms. She slowly licked her juices off of the dildo. “Mmm, I’m gonna like eating pussy.”
Sensing David's imminent eruption, I aimed the swollen beast over my shoulder toward Barbara and splashed her chest and belly with David's fiery blast. David had no intention of wasting my swimmers as he viciously sucked and bobbed on my cock. I held on to the back of David's head as I blasted wave after wave of hot come into the depths of David's hungry mouth.
This time, we wouldn’t recover so quickly. We had come multiple times within the last hour. We needed time to recharge, so we regaled Barbara with stories from our threesomes and our sexual adventures at Long Islands' many swingers clubs. She was awed by our doings. Two or three men with one woman, three women, and two men, etc.
She wanted it all and she didn’t want to wait. Having tasted her own pussy, she wanted more! She wanted someone to sit on her face and drown her in pussy juice the same way she had done to me last week. There was a burning fire in her that could not be quenched by semen alone. She was a ravenous beast and needed to feed.
Her hubby, Anthony, had unknowingly awakened and freed a sexual Kraken. A monster that had lived starving and dormant deep within her for too many years. She needed to taste pussy! She wanted to feast on the juices of a wild twenty-something-year-old vulva. Next week.
She pleaded with us to find some young lass to fill her needs. We both knew of a few wild girls that would be more than willing to donate their genitals and fluids to her cause. Her sexual hunger was out of control, she swore to us that she wouldn’t let anyone tame her this time.
Having fully recovered, I told her that we wanted to spit-roast her. She looked bewildered. "What the heck is a spit roast? Is that like double penetration?”
David chuckled at her naivete and explained to her that ‘spit roasting’ meant that she’d have one cock in her mouth and one in her pussy or butt. “With double penetration, one of us will be in your box and the other in your ass. Or, maybe we’ll both be in your pussy at the same time. We’ll see.”
Stunned by this new information she asked, “Wait! What!? Is that really possible? I hope you’re kidding about that.”