Archive-name: 3plus/tryout06.txt
Archive-author: Friar Dave
Archive-title: Tryout - 6
PART SIX
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Kim was nervously flicking her
finger back and forth over the buttons on the cuff of her shirtsleeve.
"You're starting to sound like a high school kid waiting for her
date."
"That's how I feel."
Connie admitted that she felt that way herself. She looked at the
wall clock -- almost seven. She forced herself to stop pacing in front
of the large sectional upon which Kim was nervously sitting.
She glanced at Kim and again marveled at the lust her young lover
could inspire in her. Kim was wearing only the enormously oversized
Arrow shirt. It was tailored for a man -- a very big man. But it barely
contained the richly rolling swells of Kim's magnificent tits. The flash
of her long, bare legs beneath it led her thoughts to dwell on what lay
at their juncture and she felt her juices trickling in response.
"I feel kind of funny about doing this here, too," Kim said.
"Not me," Connie said happily. I've dreamed of this!" Impulsively,
she bent and kissed Kimberly's forehead, brushing one hand through the
luxuriant mass of her rich hair.
"But won't your husband mind?"
Connie took Kim's face in both hands and kissed her softly on the
lips. "I told you, honey -- Jerry and I talked about this and he said
the only way to find out is to try it out." And with Jerry out of town
for the night -- he was addressing a seminar in Rochester -- the timing
couldn't have been better. It was an experiment -- the first time either
of them had brought a lover to their home.
Both women tensed at the sound of the car pulling up outside.
Connie straightened and stepped back. "Do I look okay?" She pirouetted
for Kim.
"You look yummy." And it was true. Connie was wearing a pair of
designer jeans that molded themselves to her taut ass and trim legs. Her
blouse was a pale blue, loose and simply cut and light in weight. And
when she was standing sideways in front of a light, her firm breasts
were clearly silhouetted in it.
Connie smiled at Kim, then went to the door. She opened it and
beckoned to the woman standing at the base of the steps.
Emily smiled warmly and gracefully came up to the door.
"I hope I am not late!" she said in her breathy, softly accented
voice.
"Not in the least." Connie held the door for their guest and kissed
her lightly on her cheek. Emily was wearing something with a light
citrus scent. In one hand she held a Mark Cross briefcase; in the other
was a matching tote bag that clanged softly of glass.
"Welcome to my home!"
"Hello!" Kim stood and bounced over to Emily. A flush was already
rising in the lovely Oriental face. Kim bussed her on the cheek and the
flush deepened.
"Let me take your coat?" Emily put down her burdens and let Connie
help her out of the coat while Kim asked about the ride from New York.
Emily was wearing a beautifully tailored skirt suit in a herringbone
tweed and a white silk blouse with a bright red oversized scarf arranged
at the neck. She was at once business-like and alluring. Connie had no
doubt that Emily caused discomfort among her colleagues. With such
attire, she could easily move from business bitch to sex goddess and
back again with a shift in posture or expression.
"Shall we open some wine?" Emily asked, removing her jacket.
"Yes!" Connie chirped, closing the coat closet door behind her. The
glasses and a corkscrew were waiting on the coffee table. Emily was
putting three bottles of wine next to them.
Emily sat a foot away from Kim while Connie sat at the corner of
the sectional, facing them, and began opening the first bottle of wine.
"I was so pleased at your invitation," Emily said. "I had been
hoping you would phone me."
"We really wanted to get to know you better and thought this would
be the perfect way," Kim replied.
"We were delighted you could...come," Connie added. She was the one
who'd suggested Emily bring the wine. She'd told Emily that she would
take care of the food herself. Not that Connie could cook worth a damn
-- she'd ordered a delivery of hot Italian food from a rather pricey
establishment in Englewood. She poured wine into the three glasses.
"To new friends," Connie said, raising her glass. The others
followed suit, the gesture drawing Kim's shirt tighter across her
magnificent breasts and revealing one nipple already hugely swollen.
"May I take off my shoes?" Emily asked politely.
"Get comfortable," Connie said enthusiastically.
"Yes, take off whatever you like -- please!" Kim added, and then
blushed furiously. Connie chuckled and Emily merely smiled happily.
The three chatted about their fields of employment -- Connie could
not bring herself to call what she had "a career" -- and drank wine.
They talked about plays, movies and ballets recently seen. And drank
more wine. By the time Connie got the conversation around to the place
where they'd first met -- an adult toy store in Greenwich Village --
they'd killed the first bottle of wine and Connie was opening the
second.
"The wine is making me quite warm," Emily announced, removing her
jacket and the silk scarf, then unbuttoning the top two buttons of her
silk blouse.
"Would you like to change into something more comfortable?" Connie
asked. "One of my husband's shirts might be quite comfortable."
"I -- "
Kim leaned over and put her face close to Emily's. "Come on -- get
comfy. I feel like a slob dressed like this with you dressed like that.
Besides, the food will be Italian and you don't want to get tomato sauce
on that lovely blouse." She glided one hand up Emily's arm to her
shoulder and squeezed slightly. Connie watched the lovely Japanese
woman's blush deepen and saw her nipples hardening within the blouse and
bra.
"If it would not be too much trouble -- ?"
"No trouble at all." Connie stood. "Come on." She held her hands
out the two women. They accepted her invitation and she led them toward
the bedroom.
"You have a lovely home," Emily said softly. "Beautifully
furnished." She was staring rather fixedly at the king-size waterbed.
Next to it was the makeup case that contained what Kim had brought to
the get-together: toys.
"Here." Connie produced a pair of padded hangers for Emily's career
clothing. Kim took one and hung Emily's jacket and scarf on it. The
smoldering Asian began to unbutton her blouse, but Connie stepped in
front of her. "Let me help," she said softly and slowly unfastened the
buttons.
"You have such a lovely complexion," Emily said quietly, and
brushed her fingertips across Connie's cheek.
"You have such a lovely throat," Connie replied and leaned her head
forward to kiss Emily's pale throat. She felt the Japanese woman shiver
and kissed the base of her neck as she finishing opening the blouse.
"I'll take that," Kim said from behind Emily, and then her hands
were brushing the blouse off Emily's shoulders. The white, seamless bra
was not designed to give support and Emily didn't need it. Her breasts
were full and perfectly round, and in exquisite proportion to the rest
of her curves. Within the bra, her nipples were very tiny and very hard.
Connie let her fingertips graze over the encased breasts and heard
Emily's sudden gasp of pleasure.
"And I'll take that," Kim whispered, standing behind Emily and now
pressed her lips to the silken shoulder as she unfastened the clasp of
the bra. Emily leaned her head back and turn her face, Kim's lips
descended on hers hungrily. Connie kissed her way down to Emily's
breasts, pushed the loosely hanging bra down. Emily let it slide of her
arms and then shivered as Connie began licking her breasts.
Connie was amazed at the firmness of Emily's tits. They were almost
hard and they were fabulously smooth. She wanted to paint them with her
tongue, but that would come later. She licked and kissed her way lower,
dropping to her knees. Her fingers found and undid the clasp and zipper
at the back of Emily's skirt. She slid it down the dark-stockinged legs
and sighed with pleasure against the firm abdomen when she discovered
the blue silk panties and the garterbelt holding up the dark stockings
-- also silk.
Emily stepped out of the skirt. While Connie tore herself away long
enough to put the skirt neatly across the night-table, Kim turned Emily
toward her and took her fully in her arms. They were still kissing
hungrily, passionately, and their hands were busily exploring each
other's body.
Connie skinned out of her jeans and unbuttoned her blouse, but left
it on. It was her only garment as she moved beside the two women. She
slipped her hands between them and began undoing the buttons of Kim's
shirt.
"You've got to see her nipples," she whispered to Emily.
Kim broke the kiss long enough to murmur, "And kiss them."
"Yes, yes, yes," Emily sighed, her fingers frantically joining
Connie's. The last two buttons tore off the shirt, but nobody paid
attention.
"You're breasts are magnificent!" Emily gasped and dropped her
mouth over Kim's huge, swollen left nipple. Connie did the same with the
right nozzle and Kim shuddered with pleasure. Kim put her hands at the
backs of their heads and pulled their mouths feverishly against her
heaving breasts. Connie began to lightly bite Kim's tremendously
engorged nipple and felt her young lover quiver.
"I c-can't st-stand," Kim stuttered.
"Bed," Connie said softly. Still fastened, the trio crossed the two
steps separating them from the bed. As soon as she felt the edge of the
bed against the backs of her knees, Kim began a slow-motion collapse.
Emily and Connie fell with her, one to either side.
The three women lay next to each other on the broad expanse of the
waterbed. Connie continued her tandem suckling with Emily for a few
moments, then began sliding lower on the bed, lips and fingers busy with
the happy work of further inflaming the lushly curved young woman. She
paused only long enough to slide Emily's silk panties down over the
garters and long, restlessly moving legs.
For a moment, Connie was presented with a quandary -- which
aromatic cunt to lick first? Kim's beautiful blonde quim was gleaming
and swollen with lust -- but there was Emily's perfectly shaped pussy,
with its compact tuft of straight, fine soft black hair, beckoning to
her from between the narrow patches of alabaster thigh above the dark
silk stockings.
The decision was made for her. With a soft moan of "I must taste
you!" Emily turned and buried her face between Kim's firm thighs, her
straight black hair falling forward and presenting a stunning contrast
with Kim's milky flesh.
Connie wasted not a moment. She quickly scooted around on the bed
and began kissing and caressing Emily's taut flesh. Her lips worked
their way down Emily's beautifully arched spine while her hands wandered
over her sleek flesh. She reached beneath Emily to take one tiny,
pebble-hard nipple in her fingers and tweak it. She heard Emily's moan
of pleasure and felt her shudder, and pinched the nipple harder. Emily
began to shake, her trim hips bucking.
Connie's lips found Emily's buttocks, firm and tight and arched up.
She licked back and forth on the inner swells, long savoring swipes of
her tongue, as she repositioned herself behind Emily. She took the
Japanese woman's hips in her hands and buried her face between her
cheeks, inhaling and savoring the rich, clean fragrance. Then Connie
began teasing, circular strokes of her tongue that never quite made
contact with the small, pink pinhole of Emily's anus. Connie slid her
hands around further, caressing Emily's abdomen and then stroking her
pubis, just as she heard Kim's grunts of orgasmic pleasure and felt the
bed undulate with her writhing.
Connie let one finger slip lower and began caressing the hard
nodule of Emily's clitoris. Emily stiffened and pressed her ass up and
back -- and Connie abruptly drove her stiffened tongue against Emily's
butt-hole. Emily shuddered and Connie slipped a finger inside her cunt
just in time to have the digit gripped and sucked by the contracted
muscles. She was shocked at the tightness, even after Emily's orgasm
passed. The woman had a minuscule cunt!
Connie pulled away, rolled to her back, then wiggled forward
between Emily's legs and beneath her cunt. She reached up with both
hands and grabbed the fine, round ass cheeks and pulled Emily's drooling
pussy down onto her mouth. Connie feasted. Emily's taste was clean, yet,
musky -- rich with the aroma of a mature woman in good health and high
heat. Emily's clitoris was swollen and quite prominent, large enough for
Connie to fastened her lips around it and suck, as if it were a very
tiny cock. She moved lower and tried to thrust her tongue into the tight
little Japanese snatch. She just barely got the tip of her tongue past
the swollen labia and into Emily's cunt when she felt the tiny pussy
grip her tongue-tip and begin pulsing.
Connie could hear Kim's wails of pleasure growing louder and more
high-pitched as Emily passed on the delights Connie was providing.
Connie moved her lips again to that wonderfully oversized clitoris and
reached worked one hand up between Emily's legs. As she lip-nibbled
Emily's clitoris, she worked one finger torturously into her tiny cunt,
struggling to get it deeper until she finally felt the swollen nodule of
nerves she sought. As she continued suckling at Emily's clit, Connie
began massaging her G-spot.
Emily froze, her inner muscles spasming, and loudly grunted against
Kim's cunt. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" Over and over, the sounds audible even above
Kim's shrieking and past the muffling of Kim's thighs. Connie could feel
the power of the guttural noises through Emily's taut frame.
Suddenly, Emily's belly and cunt tightened still further. Connie
felt her shifting, kneeling upright and heard her loud cry: "Oh! I
cannot stand it!"
A huge gush of juices suddenly was expelled from Emily's cunt,
literally flooding Connie's hand and chin. She was shocked into
motionlessness for a moment, thinking Emily had pissed on her -- and
then realized it was something else, entirely, something she'd never
before encountered.
Connie continued her lip and finger work and again Emily tensed and
gushed on her -- and then collapsed onto her side on the bed,
disengaging Connie's lips and finger. Her legs were drawn up to her
chest and she clasped her knees, panting and gasping and still
shuddering with pleasure. Connie quickly rolled behind her and licked
her tongue up and down the fat little muffin of Emily's labia.
"Please, no more! No more!" Emily moaned and Connie relented.
Kim rolled to her side as Connie did and they both wrapped Emily in
their arms. Kim leaned across Emily to kiss Connie, then whispered,
wonderingly: "Your face is so wet!"
Connie just nodded. She and Kim continued gentling Emily with soft
kisses and caress until the juicy Japanese lawyer finally relaxed and
caught her breath, stretching her well-curved legs and sighing.
"I am so embarrassed!" she confessed.
"I've never seen that before," Connie admitted. "Does it always
happen, gushing like that?" She met Kim's eyes. "When she came at the
end, these juices just spurted out of her!"
"Please, I am sorry," Emily said softly, half-sobbing.
"No, no -- it was wonderful!" Connie insisted. "Does it always
happen?"
"Only -- only when the pleasure is too great and does not relent.
Then I feel as if I must void my bladder -- but instead, this great
outpouring of juices happens. It has only happened a few times." Her
voice grew still quieter. "And only once with a man. Usually, it is with
a wonderful, voracious woman."
"It certainly makes me very hot. I almost came when you did that!"
Emily's eyes widened at the same time Kim's did. "We must see to
Connie's pleasures!"
"Yes!" Kim said, licking her lips. She and Emily began turning to
Connie -- but Connie glanced at the clock and groaned.
"No, we can't -- food's going to be here in ten minutes. After
dinner, though -- promise?"
Emily giggled sweetly. "Yes -- you will be our after-dinner
dessert!"
"You're in for a treat," Kim said. "She has an amazing tongue."
"Oh?"
Kim smiled shyly and then slowly extended her tongue. Out -- out --
out -- and then up till it barely touched the tip of her nose.
Connie stared and felt her juices beginning to flow even more
freely. She leaned her head forward and licked the underside of Emily's
tongue.
"Dessert!" she whispered. "But first -- dinner." She rolled away,
hearing her cunt squish with unsatisfied juiciness. She stood beside the
bed and said, "The delivery will be soon. Come on, girls -- get
dressed!"
"You sound like one of the school mistresses at my boarding
school," Emily said, laughing sweetly and languorously climbing out of
the bed. Kim sighed deeply, her fabulous tits rising and falling, then
sat up with the lithe ease of her youth and clambered off the bed.
Connie handed Emily one of Jerry's big flannel shirts while Kim
rebuttoned her oversized shirt. Connie pulled on a lounging robe and
fastened the sash carefully; she didn't want the delivery-man to get
ideas that weren't welcome. While Kim and Emily washed their faces and
hands, Connie got out the plates and tableware. Then it was her turn to
wash up -- regretfully, because she loved the feel of the savory woman-
sauces drying on her face and chest.
Still, she didn't need the delivery-man getting a whiff of her
sapphic adventures, either.
She rejoined Kim and Emily just as Kim was saying, " -- never met
him...but I'd like to!"
Emily's expression was one of surprise. "Connie -- Kim says she has
never met your husband. I would have thought he'd prefer to join the two
of you!"
Connie poured herself some more wine and laughed. "It's just not
his thing, sad to say. But I have a surprise for Kim."
"Oh?" Kim looked as if she were afraid to be hopeful.
"Remember I told you he wouldn't refuse me anything for our
anniversary?"
Kim nodded.
"Guess what I asked for."
Kim shrieked and threw her arms around Connie. "Oh, you're
wonderful!"
"Am I to understand correctly?" Emily queried. "For your
anniversary, you asked your husband to join you and Kimberly for a
tryst?"
"More like an orgy," Connie said, just as they heard the truck pull
up outside. She grabbed her wallet from the small writing desk and got
to the door just as the bell rang.
The delivery-man was a tall, heavily built young man with a strong
face -- and busy eyes. As Connie opened the door, her leered down the
front of her robe, than brazenly ogled Kim and Emily as Connie directed
him to unpack the aluminum hotpack containers on the dining table.
Connie signed the receipt and strode to the door. Only when she
turned did she realize he hadn't followed her.
"Sure I can't deliver anything else for you fine looking ladies?"
He had cocked one eyebrow in what he probably thought was a devastating
expression. Connie thought he looked stupid.
"Positive. Do you want a tip?"
"Hey, babe, depends. I'd like three of them."
She opened the door. "Out."
"Hey, what's the problem -- "
Emily stepped toward him and assumed a karate stance. "Do not test
my patience -- leave!"
"Hey, I didn't mean nothin', just thought you ladies might enjoy
having ten inches of Italian sausage." But even as he blathered, he was
backing toward the door.
As soon as he stepped through, Connie closed the door on his
muttered, "Fuckin' frigid lezzie bitches need -- "
Shaking her head, Connie stepped into the dining area with her two
lovers.
"Were you really going to hit him or something?" Kim asked.
Emily smiled. "I don't know the first thing about fighting, but
most ignorant men believe all Japanese are ninja assassins, trained from
birth in deadly martial arts." Her smile faded. "It's unfortunate he is
such a pig; he could be quite attractive, otherwise."
"'Ten inches of Italian sausage'!" Connie repeated, shaking her
head. She was setting the food onto serving dishes and the room was
filling with the aroma of lasagna, veal parmigiana, chicken francesi,
spaghetti, meat sauce.
"Speaking of which..." Kim said, hinting not too subtly.
Connie laughed, then explained to the bewildered Emily: "Kim is
very eager to meet my husband."
"He must be a remarkable man," Emily said courteously.
"Actually, she's more interested in his remarkable penis."
"Excuse me?"
Connie doled herself spaghetti and took a piece of the veal. "Tell
her, Kimberly."
Kim, blushing, said, "I've always wanted to make it with a man who
was really well-hung and -- well, Connie's married to one."
"Oh?" Emily was delicately cutting into the chicken.
"Yeah, Jerry's hung, all right," Connie explained. She put down her
fork and held her hands up about ten inches apart. "And thick as my
wrist. And he knows how to use it!"
"I see," Emily said. "And it is not painful for one as petite as
you?"
Connie shrugged. "Sometimes a little, but he's so gentle and gets
me so wet that it feels great. Feels like my whole body is impaled on
him." She helped herself to some antipasto. "You must have a tough time
with big dicks." She turned to Kim. "Smallest little pussy I've ever
seen on a grownup."
Emily nodded. "It was, in fact, the biggest reason Pete and I
stopped associating."
"Huh?" from Connie.
"My most recent lover. We were together for almost two years. He
was very well-endowed, quite similar to your description of your
husband. He was also sweet, loving, gentle and careful. But total
insertion was never achieved and always it was too difficult for me to
enjoy. He was always wiling to employ other means to give me pleasure,
but it became an on-going source of tension for us. That, combined with
my frequent associations with women, led me to desire his sexual
attentions less and less frequently." She took a precise bite of her
chicken.
"Think he'd like me?"
Emily put down her knife and fork and stared across the table at
Kimberly. "He'd certainly find you sexually attractive, but such a
liaison would be very difficult for me, if you and I are to continue
being friends. I loved him very deeply."
"Oh, well," Kim said sadly. "Easy come, easy go."
"If it was easy come," Emily said, "he and I would still be
together." The trio laughed.
"So -- do you prefer men or women?" Connie asked.
"I prefer women, but I enjoy the strength of a man, too," Emily
said.
"Kim?"
"I dunno. I like men a lot, but seem to get along better with
women."
"What about you, Connie?"
She smiled at Emily. "Equal-Opportunity sex fiend." She speared a
piece of veal. "I love hard cock any place I can fit it, and I crave
sweet lips and hard nipples. As you may have noticed."
"Have you ever had both?" Emily asked.
"Oh, sure." Connie laughed. "In college, I was into some pretty
wild orgies. Haven't been into it, though, since Jerry. I fantasize
about it, still, and soon Kim is going to help me have it again -- with
Jerry!"
"But there's nothing we can do about your favorite fantasy, hon,"
Kim noted.
Connie sighed. "Still, it'll be great."
"What is that fantasy?" Emily asked, and reached for the wine.
"I love to get a hard one in my butt while I eat a sweet pussy."
"But your husband is too large?"
Connie nodded. "Tried, but he wouldn't go on with it when he saw
how difficult it was for me."
"A most remarkable and loving man."
"You bet," Connie agreed. "But what are your fantasies, Emily?"
"I have enjoyed all of those that are possible," she replied.
"What are the impossible ones, then?" Kim chimed in.
Emily blushed. "Well, I would like to know what it is like to be a
man, with a woman, to slide slowly into her and feel her opening to me
and on my flesh."
"Hmmmm, that's a tough one, alright," Kim agreed.
But Connie was looking at Emily thoughtfully. "You know, there
might be a way you could get an idea of what it's like."
"Oh, I have simulated it using marital aids -- "
"What?" Connie asked.
"dildos," Emily explained.
"No, I mean another way." She paused to wolf down another bite of
veal. "It won't be the same as having a cock, but you'll know what it's
like to slide into a woman and feel her opening to your flesh."
"I don't understand," said Emily.
"You will," Connie said. "Later. Pass the wine?"
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