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Missed Dinner


It was 4:30. He knew he shouldn’t have waited so long to
call, but he had hoped he wouldn’t need to call. Picking
up the handset his fingers found the familiar digits. After
three rings she answered. “Hey there sexy, why aren’t you gone yet?” Kylie
said, curiosity flavoring her words. He swallowed. Scott knew he was over reacting, but only
a little. They hadn’t missed a Friday night dinner date
since they started them four years prior. They’d taken
a break from them when Kay was pregnant with Christine;
but they’d resumed them not too long after Chrissy was
born. “I’m going to be late, ” he grumbled. The four
or five seconds of silence felt like an eternity to him.
“How late?” came her reply. “We should order pizza tonight, ” he said, pissed
at himself more than she could ever be. “The kids are at moms and our reservation is all set…you
can’t handle this on Monday? Or even tomorrow morning?”
“The customer is calling me in about ten minutes. He
needs to go over another set of changes to the design. He
said he needs to get this nailed down today. I know if we can’t
help him he’ll just take the work to Belko, and I won’t
be the one to cost us a half million dollar job. I tried pushing
it off, but the old man is set in his ways. I’m sorry, ”
Scott stammered. “No no. I’m sorry. I know how important this project
is. I’ll see if my parents can watch them again next week,
ok?” “What about tonight?” he queried. “I’m bummed but not pissed. We order a couple of pizzas
when you get home, and we’ll put a serious hurtin’ on
the twelve pack of Sam’s I picked up today.” Scott never failed to be impressed at how easy Kay rolled
with it. Nothing ever seemed to rattle her or throw her off
her game. “So how late are talking?” she asked. “I’ll be doing the changes while he goes through them
on the phone. I don’t anticipate the whole thing to take
longer than two hours, two and a half at the extreme.”
“So you should be home around sevenish?” “Sounds about right; six thirty could be an optimistic
goal.” “I’ll plan for seven. Go get ready for your call so
you can get home okay. I love you.” “I love you too, ” he answered, and then the line clicked

Scott opened the AutoCAD drawing and tried to determine
just what layout change they could possibly want to make
this time. As he felt his frustration grow the phone rang.
“Beltford and Grimmel, how can I help you?” he asked
into the receiver. “Scott, is that you?” the grizzled voice on the other
end asked. “Yes Mr. Waterson, this is Scott.” The old man was
fastidious when it came to the design layout of his projects.
There had already been a half dozen changes and Scott wasn’t
sure just what else could be tried. “Scott my boy, I just wanted to call you and tell you what
a fine job you’ve done. You’ve put up with every ounce
of bullshit I’ve given you without one single gripe and
that isn’t easy to do, I know. This was the last bit of it.
There is no design change, I just wanted to personally tell
you thank you, and let you know that the paperwork will be
in your office first thing Monday morning. We’re looking
forward to working with you.” Scott sat in stunned silence as Mr. Waterson continued
to heap praise at Beltford and Grimmel and rambled on about
various other projects that have not started as smoothly.
After fifteen minutes of this he couldn’t decide whether
he should be pissed at this blatant waste of his time or thankful
at the sincere praise. “Scott? Are you there?” came the old mans voice. “Yes Mr. Waterson, I was just going over the layout…”
“Bullshit…you were zoning out an old man’s ramblings,
and that’s fine, I’d do the same. Again I thank you for
your diligence. We’ll be in touch.” Then the line went
dead. Scott looked at the clock and was amazed that so little
time had passed, it was only five minutes of five. Quickly
shutting down his computer he ran the numbers through his
head. Kay didn’t expect him until seven, six thirty at
the earliest. Leaving now he’d be home around five thirty;
he could make it twenty after if he wanted to risk a ticket.
Deciding that an hour to an hour and a half early was better
than half that time plus a speeding ticket, he decided to
play it safe. Dinner at Bellisimo’s was still out of the
question, but pizza and a night without kids was still very
much on the menu. He jumped in his truck full of anticipation
of what the night could bring, failing to imagine half of
what would transpire.

“Not too shabby, ” thought Scott as he turned onto
his street at twenty three past five. “I’ll be in the
driveway in two minutes and in Kay’s arms in three.”
Entering the driveway he pulled around Kylie’s Jeep
Wrangler intending to park in front of the garage behind
the house. When he got there, his spot was taken by an unfamiliar
blue Nissan Pathfinder. Killing the engine he stared for
a moment, trying to jog his memory and see if a name could
be attached to this vehicle, but he came up blank. Exiting
his truck he walked around the strange SUV and placed his
hand on the hood: it was still warm. Scott decided to enter the house through the back door.
Stepping into the mud room, he slipped off his sneakers
and walked through the kitchen towards the living room,
curious as to the whereabouts ok Kylie. No sound emanated
from the living room, but he peered in anyway, his belief
that she wasn’t there verified. Standing mannequin
still he listened, and was rewarded with a sound from upstairs.
It was a moan. It was Kylie moaning, in the way she did during
foreplay. His cock grew to its full six and a half inches with the next
moan that filled his ears. He could picture her lying across
the bed nude, her chestnut hair spilling around her head
in a silken puddle, her legs spread as she slowly worked
her blue vibrator over her pink wetness. Not wanting to reveal himself to her he stole silently
up the stairs, halting at the fourth step when his mind was
rocked by a thought that had been pushed from his mind by
the lustful images of his wife in various poses of self pleasure:
whose Pathfinder was parked in our driveway? Standing dead still his heart hammered in his chest as
new images flooded his mind: Images of another man having
his way with his wife. Bending her over on their marital
bed and stuffing her from behind as Kylie clawed at the sheets
in the throes of passion. Kylie bouncing atop this mysterious
lover, her 36B breasts jostling in time to their rhythmic
fuck. Though he did enjoy these images to a degree, the idea of
this happening without his knowledge is what tainted them
for him. As if on cue his fears were confirmed. Another noise
drifted down the stairway to his waiting ears, and it wasn’t
Kylie. Certain now that another man was in his bed with his
wife Scott crept up the remaining stairs, intent up catching
them in the act. With cat like stealth he crept down the hall, slowly approaching
the three quarter closed bedroom door, the two different
moans differentiating themselves further the closer
he got. Entering their bedroom, the bed was on the left wall,
with their dressers and closet on the wall the door swung
to. This would afford Scott an unobstructed view of half
of their bed from his current vantage point with his next
step. Steeling himself he slid forward and peered inside
through the cracked door, the vision before him making
him feel like a prophet or fortune teller; be it one with
a skewed view. Kylie was on her knees facing away from him at an angle.
The upper body of her five foot ten inch frame was resting
on the mattress, her head turned from him looking towards
a window; her ass in the air, her wet pussy being filled by
a long black cock. Scott watched with a combination of shock and voyeuristic
pleasure as his wife took what looked to be at least eight
inches of thick cock into her hot pussy without so much as
a whimper of pain, only moans of utter satisfaction. With
much effort he forced his gaze to leave the heavy body of
his wife that was clearly building to an amazing climax
from the deep slow fucking she was receiving, to the body
of the one that was filling his wife with more cock than he
carried between his legs. Her lover, though kneeling, looked to be no taller than
Kylie: the upper end of the five foot scale, and surely no
more than one hundred and twenty pounds, if that. Her blonde
hair felt across her delicate shoulders in a cascade of
mild curls, ending at the middle of her back. She had a tattoo
barely visible above the leather thong, which Scott assumed
was the harness for the faux cock she was fucking Kylie with,
that looked like a rose and thorny vines. The rest of her
back was an image of perfection, marred not by ink or blemish.
Her figure was an hourglass, though not nearly as thin in
the middle, but lacking of curves she was not. Her body carried
the same bronze hue from head to toe as far as he could tell.
She was either a master of the sprayless tan, or no stranger
to sunbathing in the nude. Scott was certain it was the latter.
He watched transfixed as this blonde goddess continued
to fuck his wife, uncertain why the rage he felt when he was
sure a man was in his bed had fled as soon as he saw it was a woman.
He stared as the slow and steady assault on his wife’s
pussy lead her toward orgasm. Unaware of when it had happened, Scott suddenly realized
he was slowly stroking his rock hard member in time with
the slow thrusts of his wife’s blonde lover. He gaped
in true voyeur fashion as Kylie arched her back, tossing
her head about as her right hand found her supple breast,
her climax imminent, and her moans uncontrolled. With a cry Kylie came hard, as did Scott spilling his seed
on the carpeted hall floor. Her heaving body fell forward,
off the dildo that had sent her to the stratosphere. She
laid face down, shivers running through her heaving body
as her orgasm subsided. Her lover stood and removed the
dildo and harness before slinking into the bed along side
his wife, her right leg draped across Kylie’s left. Scott grew erect almost instantly when he stole his first
complete look at his wife’s lover. Her chest had to be
a 38C. Her stomach was as toned as any infomercial pitch
woman that was trying to get you to buy the latest and greatest
exercise device. The delicate bone structure of her face
was a nearly perfect oval, but her eyes were her defining
feature above all else. Perfectly placed on either side
of her petite nose, the green orbs appeared to have been
cut from a flawless dark emerald. They sparkled as if lit
from within by the smoldering coals of a bonfire. His gaze was locked on this gypsy goddess as she bent her
faultless lips to his wife’s bare back; planting kisses
that though delicate in delivery conveyed a passionate
lust that was clearly nowhere near to being sated. He stared
as she worked her way along Kylie’s spine. Anticipating
the moment she would be kissing the firm globes of his wife’s
ass he leaned too close to the cracked doorway, and was spotted.
She paused in the middle of Kylie’s back, her bright green
eyes widening when she spied him. His cock again erect and
in hand, Scott didn’t move. He knew he was caught, and
was unsure how the coming moments would go down. Feeling
like the caught voyeur that he was, the fact that his wife
was fucking someone else was nowhere to be found in his mind.
The mysterious woman’s gaze held him frozen in place.
Hypnotized. Mesmerized. Enraptured. The various words
to describe the spell her eyes had cast upon him flashed
through is mind, but the result was the same: he couldn’t
move. The trance was broke when he watched as her left eye closed
slowly in what was the sexiest wink he’d ever seen. The
gypsy sat back on her legs along side his wife, and trailed
her right hand along Kylie’s nude form. “I brought something new this time, ” the jewel-eyed
stranger said. Scott was entranced again at the smooth
and melodious voice that flowed from her perfect lips.
He was sure that comment had been said slightly louder than
required for his benefit. This time? These two words cycled
through his head in a loop as he tried to comprehend them.
“How many times have there been?” he wondered. Kylie propped herself up on her right side, drawing her
legs up in a half fetal position. “Something new huh?
Don’t keep me waiting!” she said, her voice full of
unbridled lust. He stared as the blonde vixen slipped lithely from the bed
and moved beyond his view. His eyes now locked on his wife’s
firm body as she turned over to watch her lover. He could
hear the stranger unzipping a bag of some sort; Scott’s
heart quickened in anticipation when Kylie’s eyes grew
wide at what she saw. “Oh my God Dallia, what the hell do you expect me to do with
that?” Kylie cried out as she sat up, her eyes wide in a
mix of apprehension and curiosity. Scott was going nuts. His need to see what Dallia was holding
was so great he had to fight the urge to rush through the door
and see for himself. Overriding the urge he was rewarded
a moment later when Dallia returned to the bed, carrying
a double headed purple dildo that looked to be around twenty
four inches long and about two inches in diameter. “Oh sweetie, these are so much fun, ” Dallia assured
Kylie as she crawled across the bed to her lover, “we get
to use this at the same time.” “Shit Dallia, I thought you were going to try and DP me
with it, ” she said a little nervously. “If you’re up for it we can, but I thought we could use
it together first.” Parting Kylie’s legs, Dallia lowered her mouth to his
wife’s waiting pussy. Within seconds she was moaning
and running her hands through Dallia’s locks, pulling
her mouth tight to her sex. “Swing your little ass up here, I want to taste your pussy, ”
Kylie ordered between gasps and moans. Scott was again stroking his cock as he watched his wife
and her lover engage in a passionate sixty-nine. He felt
his cock twitch with excitement when Dallia lifted her
mouth from his wife’s cunt and winked at him before diving
back in. They devoured one another’s sex for about ten minutes
before Dallia raised arched her back and cried out, “That’s
it baby, I’m gonna cum! Finger my ass while I cum…keep
going…oh God yesss…..” He watched as his wife continued lapping at her dripping
pussy through her orgasm. Finally Dallia climbed off his
wife and sat along side her. Picking up the massive purpled cock she asked, “Are you
ready to try it?” Sitting up Kylie pulled her lover into her arms, their tits
mashing together as their lips met. Breaking the kiss their
tongues continued to duel in the small space between their
parted lips. “So how do we do it?” Kylie asked stroking the purple
member. “I have three positions I like to use it in, ” Dallia
said as she reached for the lube. “The first one is my “making
love” position. We lay with our legs scissored together.
Then we thrust at each other nice and slow.” Kylie lay back and again spread her legs. She gasped as Dallia
worked about four inches of their purple friend into her
waiting pussy. “Oh Dale this feels so good, ” Kylie moaned as her lover
moved to the other end of the rubber cock. “Just wait until we work it together, ” Dallia assured
her as she worked no less than six inches into her own wetness.
“Give me your hands.” The women grasped hands and began to slowly hump the cock
between them. Moaning and whimpering they slowly worked
the dildo until Scott could only see a small portion between
their splayed legs. Writhing and squirming they made love
to one another in a manner that was both tender and passionate
enough to make Scott momentarily feel that his voyeurism
was disrespectful to the lovers before him. With a nearly simultaneous cry the women came with a loud
wail, their hands grasping at the disheveled sheets as
their orgasms carried them through the clouds. Dallia slid from the purple pleasure piece first, and then
withdrew it from Kylie with an audible sucking sound; as
if her pussy didn’t want to give it up. Languidly moving to a sitting position Kylie asked, “So
what’s position number two?”

“Lay back down lover, ” Dallia said while gently pushing
Kylie back to the missionary position. Scott stared with
quiet aplomb as Dallia again worked the long dildo into
his wife’s waiting pussy. She climbed between Kylie’s legs, where Scott had spent
uncountable nights staring down into the stormy blue eyes
of his beautiful wife as they moved in unison towards their
mutual goal of climax. He watched as she bent the rubber
phallus and guided it into her own wet cunt; both women moaning
with what could only be described as nearly excruciating
pleasure. He could tell that the bend in the dildo was forcing it to
press upwards within their vaginas. This pressure would
stimulate the G spot in a way similar to Scott’s ‘come
hither’ finger motion he was so fond of employing on Kylie
when he wanted to see her scream in orgasm.

The action on the bed quickly devolved from a slow and passionate
love making to something more primal and urgent. The women
became a tangled confusion of whipping hair, entwined
legs, groping hands and searching lips as they rolled about
on the bed. Each woman appeared to be simultaneously concerned
with only their own pleasure as well as the desire to send
the other to climax first. Their cries, gasps, and moans
provided an audible cornucopia of unadulterated sexual
need and desire. Scott slid away from the door and sat with his back to the
wall, listening to the animalist sex between his wife and
her lover. He stroked his cock to the noises they made until
he came for the second time of the evening, soiling his jeans
and shirt with his hot seed. Uncaring, he wiped his sticky
hand on his shirt and crawled back to the doorway.

Somehow in the minutes he was away, Kylie had gained the
upper hand and had kept it. She sat astride Dallia, the purple
cock joining them. Her hips we pistoning back and forth
as she ran her hands through her chestnut curls, Dallia’s
hands working her tits as they rushed towards mutual orgasm.
When it happened Scott swore he felt the house move. They
came within seconds of one another. There weren’t moans
and gasps when they came, there weren’t even yells. They
screamed; their screams birthing themselves from within
the depths of their mind blowing orgasms. For a fearful moment he thought Dallia was going to throw
Kylie from the bed with her violent upward thrusts; but
like a skilled bull rider she held on before collapsing
onto Dallia exhausted and spent. Her body racked with wave
after wave of orgasm Kylie fought to regain control of her
shuddering body as Dallia kissed her neck and shoulder,
whispering intimacies that Scott couldn’t make out.
Reaching between them, Kylie removed the dildo from both
of them and dropped it between their entwined legs. He watched with a slight tang of jealousy as their kisses
and caresses, only moments prior filled with wanton lust
and desire, turned delicate and tender. Their lips flitting
softly across each others ravished bodies, leaving not
one inch unattended to: Kylie on top, her lips gently tugging
at Dallia’s nipple before releasing it with a fluttering
of her tongue; Dallia kissing her way up Kylie’s body
as she lie face down, her tongue leaving slim trails of saliva
over the globes of her firm ass; their legs again entwined
as they hold each other in a tender embrace, kissing with
such passion he was certain they would pass out from a lack
of oxygen. And then they were holding each other, laying
still, their respiration back to normal. Scott stared in voyeuristic rapture as the scene played
out before him. Never in his wildest dreams would he have
imagined what he had just witnessed. He stared at the lounging
lovers as they held each other in their post coital glow,
hoping they had dozed so he could make a retreat. The idea
had formed in his mind to make a nosier entrance and catch
them while they were still in bed, curious about the story
he would hear. As his plan took shape it was shattered beyond
repair. “God I am thirsty, ” Kylie said, kissing Dallia on
the forehead, “do you want a drink?” Kylie sat up and swung her legs over the bed, preparing
to go to the kitchen for a drink. Dallia threw a furtive glance at the doorway as she kneeled
behind her lover, pressing her warm breasts firmly against
Kylie bare back and wrapping her in a hug from behind. Kissing her below her right ear Dallia said, “Let me
get it for you, what do want? Some wine? A beer?” “Maybe later. For now a bottle of water would be like
heaven, ” Kylie answered, turning to face Dallia, “you
don’t need to wait on me though, you are a guest in my house.”
As she started to rise Dallia pulled her down and straddled
her. Pinning Kylie’s arms above her head Dallia gave
her a hot open mouthed kiss that made Kylie grind her hips
at her partner. “You’re in an insatiable little slut aren’t you, ”
Kylie growled at her with obvious desire. “You bet your virgin ass I am, ” Dallia answered,
slipping from the bed. “I’ll get us some water, you
rest. I’m not done with you yet!” “You and your promises. The water is in the fridge; don’t
take too long, I’ll miss you”

Having retreated from the cracked door to the wall when
Kylie had sat up, Scott listened in with trepidation at
the conversation. He had had his fun watching them, and
now he would have to pay the price. He knew he was moments
from being found out, and had no idea what he would say when
caught. Retreat down the stairs would be too slow, and to
do it quickly would make noise. Stowing his cock back into
his boxers he zipped up and waited with a lump in his throat.

Kylie stared intently at Dallia as she walked across the
bedroom. Her eyes returning to the blonde woman’s ass
no matter how hard she tried to look elsewhere. She couldn’t
understand Dallia’s infatuation with anal pleasure.
Scott had begged for years to take her anal virginity to
no avail. A little finger play, which she never denied felt
good, was all she would allow much to his chagrin. But as
she lay in her bed watching her girlfriend strut naked through
her bedroom, she admitted to herself that she was seriously
considering letting Dallia take her anal cherry. Maybe
even tonight if time allowed.

Of the three months that they’d known each other, they’d
only become lovers five weeks ago. Having met in the drop
off lane at the school their children attended the relationship
had started as most do, as acquaintances. Within a few weeks
they found themselves going for a coffee after the kids
were dropped off. On occasion another mom or two would join
them, but more often than not it was just them. But five weeks
ago things had changed…

Dallia had arrived at the school with her kids, visibly
upset. Kylie could see anger emanating from her friend
in waves. When pressed about the reason Dallia simply tried
to shrug it off until the tears started to well in her eyes.
Not wanting to make it worse for her friend, Kylie backed
off and suggested they head to the coffee house. Dallia
declined on the grounds she wasn’t fir for public at the
moment. Undeterred Kylie suggested coffee at her house;
she had just baked a fresh coffee cake that morning. Dallia
smiled her smile that Kylie was certain no one had ever said
no to before, and accepted.

Fifteen minutes later Dallia was walking into Kylie’s
kitchen through the back door, in what she didn’t know
at the time would be the first of many afternoon visits.
Putting on the coffee, Kylie showed Dallia to the living
room. As soon as they sat, the tears came and Dallia unloaded
her burden. She explained through her sobs that in Phoenix
she had been an exotic dancer to put herself through college.
With great vehemence she explained that she had not been
a hooker and had never done anything but dance, though she
knew some of the other girls took a little extra outside
of the club. She got her degree then got involved with the
wrong guy, and got pregnant. He wanted her to have an abortion,
and she refused. He made her life a living hell for the nine
months she was pregnant, and then disappeared when she
gave birth. She raised her twins living with her parents
for four years until they died in a terrible car accident.
Being the sole beneficiary she was the recipient of a fair
inheritance. This was when the dickbag father to her children
showed up again. When he got word that she had some money,
he decided he had some parental rights to their kids. Dallia
put her parent’s house on the market within the week and
had headed east. Now the asshole had found her again after
a year and was threatening legal action and to make her life
a living hell. Dallia had retained a lawyer who assured
her there was no threat of her losing her kids and that it
would all work out in the end, but she was still worried about
him showing up and making her life a living hell. Kylie held her friend close as she vented her pent up frustrations
and fears. They sat that way on the couch for a good twenty
minutes after her story had been told. Kylie holding her
to provide the comfort and warmth she clearly needed. When she had herself under control Dallia lifted her head
from her friends shoulder and smiled at her. With her left
hand she smoothed Kylie’s disheveled hair back behind
her ear, her fingers lingering at her neck. “You are the
best thing that has happened to me since I left Phoenix, ”
Dallia said, the warm glow returning to her eyes. “That’s what friends are for, ” Kylie replied
confused at the mood change in the air. “I was just wondering…” Dallia started but trailed
off looking away. “Just wondering what?” Dallia looked back at Kylie and smiled. “I was wondering
what it would be like to kiss you.” Uncertain if it was Dallia’s mesmerizing smile, her
penetrating gaze or maybe something else, Kylie heard
herself answer, “Would you like to find out?” Dallia leaned closer. Her hands were now resting on Kylie’s
thighs, fingers on her filmy yellow dress, palms on her
smooth bare skin. “I would very much like to find out.”

Kylie suddenly felt as if she’d had a few too many beers.
Her head was buzzing and her heart was hammering as she fought
hard to process what was going on. Though she understood
the general idea of her new friend sitting with her on the
couch, asking if she could kiss her, it was at the same time
as confusing as trying to decipher hieroglyphics. In the
brief time she’d known Dallia she never got a lesbian
vibe from her. “Have you ever kissed a girl before?” Kylie asked,
failing to conceal the nervous tremor in voice. “Yes, yes I have, but it was years ago when I was in college,
before I got pregnant with the twins. I’m not a lesbian,
but the tag of bisexual seems to fit me at times.”

Kylie started to shake just a little, her nerves claiming
superiority over the growing excitement that was growing
in her nether region. She turned her head from Dallia in
an effort to buy another moment to come to terms with what
she certain was about to happen. Dallia threw all caution to the wind feeling she could
read her friends emotions. With her left hand she touched
Kylie’s chin and turned her head back. The two women were
face to face with less than an inch of space between their
lips. Kylie could feel Dallia’s breath flowing across her
lips with her every exhalation. She was wearing a perfume,
or maybe it was lotion; the scent of it filled her nose with
the heady scent of cherry and almonds. Her heart galloping
at a rapid pace already, it skipped a beat or two as she realized
that her panties were soaked as they hadn’t been since
she and Scott had been dating. She dropped her gaze from
Dallia’s green eyes for a second to confirm what she felt
in her lap: Dallia was slowly pushing her dress up her thighs.

As soon as she had Kylie looking at her again she returned
her hands to her thighs and slowly began to work her dress
up her thighs. Leaning forward another half an inch she
looked deep into Kylie’s eyes, looking for the yes she
wasn’t sure Kylie could voice.

Kylie’s breath caught in her throat as she watched her
dress sliding up her thighs. She knew she had only glanced
down for two or three seconds, but the image replayed through
her mind as she stared back at Dallia. She realized that
she had stopped shaking. Unsure of how long her excitement
would keep her nerves at bay she gave Dallia a slight nod,
praying that she wasn’t going to have to verbalize her

Dallia read the subtle nod and closed the remaining distance
between their lips before Kylie had had a chance to still
her barely moving head. The kiss was as tender as any that
had ever been given. Dallia’s lips pressed gently against
Kylie’s, not forcing anything, but certainly not retreating
from where they landed. For three rapid heartbeats they
sat like awkward preteens caught in the puzzling middle
of their first kiss, and then it all changed. In near unison both sets of lips began to move as if driven
to fully explore the opposing pair leaving no micro inch
to spare. Parting for never more than a second the women
sat on the couch, lost in the sensation of one another’s
lips flitting together in mutual exploration. Dallia leaned further into Kylie, guiding her down to
her back. Moving with her so as to keep the kisses going,
Dallia continued lifting Kylie’s dress until she felt
the smooth silkiness of hi-cut bikini panties under her
fingers. Hooking her fingers under the elastic waist band,
her hands reversed direction.

Kylie’s mind was reeling. She felt Dallia sliding her
panties down, and lifted her hips to help her. When they
hit the middle of her thighs she lost complete control,
burying her lingering inhibitions under the mountains
of new sensations she was feeling. Knowing the window to
control the moment was closing fast she chose to seize it.
Wrapping her arms around Dallia she pulled her into a tight
hug, savoring the feel of the larger breasts of her lover
crushing against her own as she darted her tongue into another
woman’s mouth for the first time.

Dallia was caught off guard and collapsed easily on top
of Kylie, her arms pinned at her sides, fingers still holding
fast to her panties. She moaned around Kylie’s tongue
as it explored her mouth. Dallia slid her tongue along Kylie’s
until she found her friends parted lips, and trailed her
tongue over them before penetrating her mouth. They French kissed with an increasing passion for what
felt like too short a time to Dallia. Whenever she thought
back to her college days, the thing she missed the most from
her bisexual dalliances was kissing another woman. In
all her experiences no woman had ever kissed her with the
reserved bumbling that all men seemed to have no matter
how tender they fought to be. Every pair of female lips that
had known her own in an intimate manner had always brought
a sense of comfort and purpose. Dallia theorized this was
because women knew how women wanted to be kissed. She had
applied this same theory to the fact that her collegiate
lovers would touch her and please her in ways that no man
seemed capable of, even when told what to do. Kylie proved
this theory with the sensuous probing of her tongue, and
the deliberate affection her lips paid to Dallia’s own.

Kylie released Dallia from her hug. Free to move again,
Dallia continued sliding Kylie’s panties down her legs
and over her red painted toes. Dropping the silken bikini
briefs on the floor Dallia kneeled between Kylie’s legs
and stared down at quivering half naked body of her friend.
Wanting to be sure that Kylie was comfortable with what
happened next, Dallia moved slowly. With an equal mix of
tender patience and anxious lust she rubbed Kylie’s
legs from calf to inner thigh, each journey from ankle to
thigh spreading her legs a little wider.

Kylie waited in nervous anticipation for Dallia to make
the next move, and was momentarily worried that her friend
had in some way found her no longer appealing, or worthy
of sharing the expected intimacy. A long locked stare into
her eyes told her the truth. Dallia was waiting for the ok
to move ahead from her. Kissing and making out was one thing,
but they now stood at the brink of becoming full on lovers.
She could see that Dallia would not force her into it; it
had to be a shared decision. Kylie realized that she could
still not make her voice work, that her nerves in their retreat
had decided to take refuge in her voice box. Scrambling
to find a way to show her consent, no her need to move this
from a moment of craziness to an accepted affair of the flesh,
she understood what had to be done, and it included commanding
her voice to utter at least one word. Slowly her hands moved
up her body, momentarily cupping her breasts and giving
them a self pleasing squeeze before finding the spaghetti
straps of her summer dress. Moving slowly and with an unintended sensuality she lowered
the straps from her smooth shoulders and pulled her dress
down, exposing her 36B breasts. Her darker quarter sized
nipples were hard and pointing straight up. Returning
her hands to her breasts she slowly massaged them as she
stared into the deep green abyss’s that were Dallia’s
eyes. “Take me…please, ” she managed to whisper.

Dallia’s bright eyes glittered more intensely when
she heard the words spoken. Her best friend in the world
was lying before her on a couch with her dress bunched at
her waist; her legs spread enough that Dallia could see
the enlarged pink lips of her wet pussy. She knew that just
below the small strip of pubic hair was hiding her favorite
part of the female anatomy: the clitoris. She had always
loved attention paid to her own clit, and she had learned
in college that she herself was rather skilled in manipulating
it with her own tongue. Gathering her bunched dress in her
hands, Dallia pushed it further upwards, above her belly
button, but nowhere near far enough to obscure her view
of Kylie’s perfect tits. Lowering her face to the bare
stomach before her she began planting kisses from one side
to the other as she moved slowly lower.

Kylie began shaking again. This time she knew it wasn’t
frightened nerves, it was almost uncontrollable anticipation
of what was about to happen. She moaned as Dallia worked
her way down her tight stomach, and groaned when she felt
her spread her legs wide, exposing her wet pussy.

Dallia spread her legs wider, ensuring she would get full
access her friend’s sex. “You’ll be calling her
your lover in about ten seconds, ” she thought to herself
as her lips trailed over the small patch of well trimmed
pubic hair.

Her legs were visibly trembling with excitement. She could
feel Dallia’s warm breath on her wetness, and prayed
she would touch her soon. Her left hand traveled the cotton
hill of her dress and followed the trail of kisses Dallia
had left on her abdomen. Her excitement built when he fingers
felt the blond hair mingled with her pubes. She slid her
hand into Dallia’s hair and gave a gentle push.

Dallia felt Kylie’s hand on her head and knew she could
tease her friend no longer. Taking one of her firm buttocks
in each had, she placed her thumbs just outside of her pussy.
With a gentle pull she spread Kylie’s lips and inhaled
deeply the musky scent her fully exposed pink gave off.

Kylie’s breath caught in her throat when Dallia opened
her wide, anticipating the feel of her tongue where no woman
had ever been, but it didn’t come. Kylie could feel her
wetness running out of her, and down into her ass crack.
She knew she was making a large dark spot on the couch but
she didn’t care. At the moment the only thought in her
mind was, “When will she taste me?”

Dallia fought the urge to attack Kylie’s pussy. Just
like her first time with another woman, this had to be tender;
or it at least needed to start that way, like her first time.
Kylie’s musky scent was fanning her flames of desire
to the point of no control. With a restraint she didn’t
know she had, she parted her full lips and touched her tongue
to the waiting pussy before her. Starting at the bottom
just above her perineum, she licked upward in a long slow
motion, flattening her tongue to provide maximum contact.
She gripped Kylie’s ass firmer as her hips started to
lift from the couch, Kylie’s grip on her hair tightening
to an almost painful level. “Oh fuck! Oh God yes!!” Kylie erupted when Dallia touched
her for the first time. Her hands clenched, her right fondling
her left breast, and her left in a tangle of Dallia’s blonde
locks. As Dallia continued licking her she cried out again
after what couldn’t have been more than a minute, maybe
two, “Oh God I’m cumming…I’m cumming so hard,
oh shit.” Kylie chanted the last two words like a mantra as she orgasmed.
Fighting through the haze of the most explosive orgasm
she’d had in a long time, she relaxed her grip on Dallia’s
hair, apologizing if she had caused any pain. Dallia lifted her face from between Kylie’s thighs and
said, “It didn’t hut too much. I get what you’re feeling,
I was there too my first time.” She lowered her face and
opened Kylie wide again, looking forward to tasting her
some more.

Dallia settled into a slow rhythmic pace. She lapped at
Kylie’s pussy like a kitten lapping at a saucer of milk.
Her tongue flicked all around, making sure that every inch
of her pinkness was attended to. She was impressed with
how wet Kylie stayed. She’d never been with anyone like
her before. Her cum flowed and Dallia swallowed it down.
Having decided to save her best for last Dallia slowed her
tongue to a stop and began kissing the tender inner thighs
of her lover. Kylie moaned a soft groan of dissatisfaction
at what she thought was the end of her first bisexual experience.
Grinning with mischievous glee Dallia left her last kiss
on Kylie’s supple thigh and returned her attention to
Kylie’s sex. With her left hand she moved the little “hood”
of skin that hides a woman’s clit from most men, exposing
this sensitive piece of her anatomy. With tenderness she
slid her middle and ring finger into Kylie’s dripping
pussy, savoring the gasp of pleasure that escaped her lover’s
lips. Slowly she pumped her fingers into her friend’s cunt,
the squishing sound of Kylie’s juice and her own saliva
providing the soundtrack to accompany Kylie’s nonstop
moaning. Feeling the moment had come, her mouth fell on
her exposed clit, sucking it with a gentle ferocity into
her mouth.

“Fuck meeeeee, ” Kylie yelled, both hands gripping
the couch cushions with a violent force, as Dallia sucked
her clit and finger fucked her. The sensation was indescribable.
A flood of words rushed through her mind in an effort to name
the feeling, but the words were chased away by flashes of
light that came with the bolts of pleasure coursing through
her body.

Dallia could feel Kylie’s pussy tightening on her fingers,
a sign of the orgasm that was about to rack her body. Wanting
to curl her friend’s toes, and blow her mind like never
before, she employed a trick that was taught to her by her
first girl friend in college. Pumping her fingers faster
into her pussy, Dallia swirled her tongue around Kylie’s
clit as she sucked it between her lips, occasionally nibbling
it gently with her teeth. Dallia could feel the wetness
in her own panties now, certain that there would be a very
dark spot on the front of her green thong when she took off
her jeans.

Kylie saw blue, yellow and silver stars and her ears started
to ring. Then she screamed, “Aiyyyeeemmm cummmming”,
as she thrashed up and down on the couch. Dallia held her
to keep her from falling off the couch. Then the stars faded
and her hearing came back. She was taking large gasping
breaths, trying not to black out from the overpowering
climax that had exploded within her.

Dallia laid her head on Kylie’s chest, hugging her as
she recovered from her orgasm. She could measure the progress
of Kylie’s recovery through her breathing; slowly her
chest rose and fell in less ragged manner, until her breathing
had regained a normal cadence. Sitting up again, Kylie’s right leg behind her, the left
on her lap, she smiled at her glowing friend and lover. “So,
what’d you think? Was it everything you’d hoped it’d
be?” Kylie bit her lower lip and shook her head in a slow no arc.
“Until we met, the thought of touching a woman sexually
had never appealed to me. You…I don’t know, you stirred
something in me. This was incredible. I just hope I can return
the favor as well as you gave it to me.” Drawing her legs up Kylie stood from the couch and grew excited
as she watched Dallia pull her shirt over her head, exposing
her green lace covered breasts. The thought of touching
her bare breasts excited Kylie. She stared as Dallia reached
back and unclasped her bra. It fell from her shoulders into
her lap, baring her C cups to Kylie’s hungry eyes. Kylie
reached for the bra and turned to drop it on the end table.
Her eyes fell on the small clock sitting below the lamp.
“Oh fuck!” she yelled, turning to face Dallia, “I’m
so sorry, we have to stop. Oh fuck. Shit, shit, shit, shit!”
She stammered as she pulled her dress straps over her shoulders
and looked for her discarded panties. “Kylie what’s wrong?” Dallia asked concerned.
“I’m supposed to meet Scott today for lunch with his
boss and his wife. If I leave now I might make it on time.”
Scott! How was she going to explain what happened today
to him? Quickly she decided she’d wait until the time
was right, and until she knew exactly what had happened
meant. “Oh…okay. I didn’t know…I’m sorry…” Realizing she was coming off as a greedy lay Kylie sat next
to Dallia before she could get her bra back on. “No no,
I’m the one that’s sorry. I’m still worked up for
you, and I wanted to try the giving side of this.” Dallia looked at her and kissed her. She drew her into her
arms as their tongues danced together. Kylie felt her friend
slide her dress off her shoulders again, their tits now
mashing bare together. Her heartbeat quickened as she
felt Dallia’s hand creeping up her thigh again. “Tonight okay?” she panted breaking the kiss, “I’ll
find an excuse to get out for a bit and I’ll come over ok?”
Dallia knew from her tone that this was the best deal she
was going to get in the current situation. “Yeah ok, that
sounds good…so long as you’re sure you want to…”
“I do, I really really do. I just can’t miss this on him, ”
Kylie kissed her again and stood. She readjusted her dress
and handed Dallia her bra and her shirt.

They walked to their cars together and stood awkwardly
for a minute. Dallia broke the silence. “Kylie, I’m
sorry if I did something you didn’t want. I’ll understand
if you…” Kylie cut her off. “Please stop. If I hadn’t wanted to, it wouldn’t
have happened, I don’t care how sexy you are. Thank you
for a magical morning. I’ll call you later ok?” Dallia smiled and shook her head. She climbed into her car
and went to the adult toy store in the next town. She purchased
a couple of toys that she and Kylie could play with in the
times ahead.

…Dallia recalled their first time as she crossed the
bedroom. They had shared many things in the weeks they’d
been lovers, but she couldn’t remember telling Kylie
about her near obsession with exhibitionism. She loved
to be watched. She went ballistic with lust and desire when
she knew she had an audience. She had intended to have a night
of tender sex with Kylie, uncertain if she would even show
her the double dildo or not. But all doubts were chased away
when she saw Scott spying on them. She was overcome with
a need to fuck. A primal urge to please and be pleased; and
that was when the purple beast came out. She still had her
favorite position to show Kylie, and Scott.

Having slid from the door, Scott had not heard Dallia tell
Kylie to stay in bed. His heart hammered as he heard the soft
pad of bare feet approaching the door. Drawing his legs
up he tried in vain to make himself smaller, as if he wouldn’t
be spotted if he was all crunched up. He heard the door as
it opened wider. Putting the biggest smile on his face that
he could, he looked up, ready to face the music.

Dallia reached the door and opened it wide enough to step
through, then closed it back to where it was. Sitting on
the floor to her left was Scott. He was smiling but she could
see nervousness in his eyes. Smiling back at him she placed
her left index finger to lips, and gave him another wink.
She walked past him, her bare thigh passing only inches
from his face. “This is going to be an interesting night, ”
she thought as she moved down the hallway to the stairs,
feeling his gaze on her ass.

Scott stared at her as she winked, unsure just what the fuck
was going on. He stared at the flawless ass, and confirmed
that it was indeed a blue rose with thorny vines spreading
from it towards her hips. When she disappeared down the
stairs he just sat still, waiting for whatever was going
to happen next.

Kylie rolled and looked at the alarm clock on the night stand.
Scott would be home in a half hour or so. She didn’t think
that her first anal experience could happen in such a short
time, and Dallia had said she had three positions to show
her with the purple monster. Taking a chance, Dallia could
leave in twenty minutes, and Kylie would hop into the shower.
Her excuse would be that she waited since he had canceled

A minute later Dallia was walking towards him with a water
bottle in each hand. For a minute he thought he was hallucinating.
Her blonde hair fell onto her large tits, but didn’t cover
them completely. He could see her nipples standing hard
and erect, poking up between the tendrils of hair spilling
across them. She moved the bottle in her right hand to her
left and again pressed a finger to her lips. Moving to the
door she opened it a little wider, and dropped one of the

“Sorry hun, ” Dallia said into the bedroom, “I dropped
one.” “Hurry up and get back in here. We’re running out of
time. Scott’s gonna be home in a half hour or so.” “Don’t worry your pretty little head. I have a feeling
he’s running late tonight, ” Dallia answered. She
bent over at the waist, like she was going to touch her toes,
to pick up the water bottle. Her exposed pussy was so close
to Scott that his nose was touching her bare ass. He realized
that if he wanted to taste her all he had to do was stick out
his tongue, so he did.

Since he had come home from work and walked into the Twilight
Zone, Scott figured that if he was in for a pinch, he was in
for a pound. When Dallia bent over to tease him he decided
that he would take her up on it. His nose was pushing into
her ass, so he thought to himself, “What the fuck!”
Her scent was exhilarating, and he couldn’t resist any
longer. With the blink of an eye his tongue was running up
and down her cunt, her juices running into his mouth. He
got up and down her wetness three times before she stood
up and moved into the room. “I want more of that, ” he
thought to himself as he slowly took his cock out of his pants

“Drink up lover, you’re going to need it, ” Dallia
said tossing Kylie a bottle of water. Scott peered into
the room and watched as each lady drank, wishing with all
his heart that it was cock their lips were around instead
of the water bottle.

Her hydration achieved, it was time for more fun. Kylie
dropped her bottle on the bed and hefted the massive purple
beast. Stroking it sensually she asked, “So what’s
next?” “Slow down baby, lemme finish my drink, ” Dallia said
as she tipped the rest of her water down her throat, “don’t
rush it; you’re going to love this.” “Our night is running short. Scott’s due home in about
thirty minutes…I could call him and tell him to go get
us some pizzas, ” she said turning towards the phone
on the night stand. Dallia discarded her water and reached for Kylie, pulling
her down to the bed. Straddling her chest Dallia slid her
wet pussy along Kylie’s tight stomach. “Don’t do
that, I need you right now.” Grabbing the cock from Kylie
she slid it up and down her cunt, giving Kylie a show that
Scott could only imagine. Kylie rose to her knees and kissed Dallia, their tits crushing
together as she pulled her in tight.

Scott watched as his wife’s hands roamed Dallia’s
bare back. He stared as her left hand slid over the blue rose
tattoo and took a firm grip on Dallia’s ass, while her
right hand found Dallia’s open mouth. She slowly slid
her middle finger into her mouth. Dallia closed her lips
on it and sucked it like skinny cock for about a minute. Kylie
then returned her lips to Dallia’s mouth and moved her
hand down to Dallia’s ass. He watched as she slowly worked
her slender middle finger into Dallia’s tight anus.
“You dirty little slut!” Dallia loudly moaned as Kylie
fingered her ass, “now that you started it you better
be ready to finish it after this.” “I was thinking maybe you could show me how you like it?”
Kylie said with a smile, “maybe you could work me over
with one of the smaller ones if we have time?”

Dallia clearly wasn’t expecting this as she stopped
moving entirely and looked Kylie in the eye. “Are you
sure about that darlin’?” Kylie just nodded her head. She slid her finger from Dallia’s
ass and lay back. “Show me the third position you like
so much, then we’ll talk about my ass.” Dallia grabbed the lube and the purple cock. “On your
knees lover, over here.”

Scott watched as Kylie got on her knees and crawled along
side Dallia. He watched Dallia assume the same position
facing the other direction. He knew when it had entered
Kylie from the face she made, and the gasp that escaped her.
One of the many special things about Kylie was the way her
pussy worked. The more times she came, the tighter it got.
They didn’t understand it, but they enjoyed it to no end.
Within a minute Dallia had the purple cock settled into
her pussy as well, and the two women took a moment to get used
to the position. Scott hope Kylie would take her normal
doggie style position: ass up high, face and chest down
on the bed. If she didn’t he wasn’t going to be able to
voyeur them as he had done earlier since she would be almost
staring at the door. After another minute, he was rewarded
with what he had hoped for.

Kylie moaned as they started moving in rhythm. Slowly they’d
move off the cock before settling back onto it, a small space
still between there asses, unable to fully take the beast
into their depths. The feeling of Dallia’s legs moving
along side hers as the cock plunged into her was powerful
beyond words. When ever she wanted Scott to give her a good fucking, this
was her position of choice. There wasn’t a better position
for a woman to be in if she just needed to fucked. At least
that was Kylie’s opinion. She could never recall a time
Scott had made love to her from behind. “That could be
a result of me turning into an insatiable whore when I’m
being plowed from behind, ” she thought, savoring the
sensation of the dildo pushing deeper into her. As if the
thought of the words changed her, like Superman changing
in a phone booth, she yelled to Dallia, “Fuck me you little
bitch. Push that fucking cock deeper…mmmmm yess, that’s
the way.”

Dallia loved both of Kylie’s sexual personas. She loved
the woman that enjoyed sex and making love, and she loved
the whore that seemed to need a serious fucking at least
half the time they’d been together. Heeding her lover’s
wishes, she began thrusting her bare ass back at her harder
than before, feeling the cock pushing deeper into herself
with each thrust as well. With a few more hard thrusts she felt and heard their asses
smack together. She uttered a low guttural moan when this
happened, lost in the sensation of nearly twelve inches
of rubber cock filling her pussy.

Kylie cried out in a combination of pleasure and pain. Dallia
had thrust harder at her as she had demanded, and had buried
the double headed cock deep inside her. From the feel of
her bare ass clapping against Dallia’s, she knew that
almost twelve inches had to be pushing into her with each
new thrust. She’d never taken more than nine inches before.
She knew this because that was how long the Black Mamba dildo
she kept in her drawer was, and she had buried it to the balls
on a couple of occasions. The combination of Dallia’s
moans and cries were driving her to greater heights of desire
and excitement. Looking over her left shoulder she watched
Dallia on her hands and knees thrusting against Kylie with
desire fueling every moment. She concentrated on Dallia’s
bouncing tits hoping she could have one more taste before
the night was through, longing to snake her tongue around
her hard nipples. Between the whimpers and moans escaping
her own parted lips Kylie managed to cry out, “I’m almost
there…I’m gonna cummmmm…” Looking over her right shoulder Dallia gave her a desperate
“make me cum too” look, her eyes and face pinched in
the exquisite agony. “Come on baby…on your hands…lets
take it…as deep….as we cannnnn….” cried Dallia
as the spark of her own climax started to grow brighter with
her impending orgasm.

Kylie rose to her hands and moaned an unbroken cry of ecstasy
as the purple cock found its way a little deeper into her
still. Head down she pushed back against Dallia’s thrusts,
matching her intensity stroke for stroke.

Dallia felt the extra depth the cock achieved when Kylie
rose up. But this was secondary to the added pressure now
on the cock. It was too much, and she knew it. Ripping at the
pillow in front of her she cried out, “Shyyyyytttt I’m
cummmming…oh God oh God oh God….ohhhhhhhhhh” and
then it was muffled as she buried her face in the pillow she
was gripping, her pussy spasming around the purple invader
that continued to thrust into her wetness.

Kylie heard her cum, and was jealous. With a final burst
she gripped the sheets and pounded her ass onto the purple
phallus that connected them. Dallia’s cries pushed
her harder, until her own orgasm exploded from deep within
her lower stomach like a nuclear bomb. With a cry of triumph she came, at last stopping her rocking
motion on the bed, head down and panting she fought for every
breath. A sheen of light sweat now covered her toned body
from head to toe, she could feel a drop sliding down the curve
of her ass, another beading on her right nipple, every nerve
in her body was on ultra high alert. She reached between them to where they were joined, intent
upon extricating the purple invader from their spent cunts,
but stopped as soon as her hand touched it. She was too sensitive
to move. Just touching it sent ripples of pleasure through
her that were too strong to handle. Placing her hand on the mattress again for support she raised
her head and took a deep breath, knowing that calming herself
down she would be able to slide off the beast in a minute or
so. Feeling her heart rate lower she heard Dallia say something,
but the words sounded as if they were spoken through a mouth
full of cotton. She asked her to say it again, and then answered,
“Just give me another minute.” Kylie gathered herself and decided she could remove herself
from the faux cock. She opened her eyes in preparation,
and her heart stopped. Peering through the doorway was

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