Maggie

"That earned me a grin; a very lewd grin at that.

"Okay, when it comes to sex, I've always seen myself as very adventurous and even fairly aggressive. By that I mean I seldom hesitated to go after a guy if attracted to him. Actually that's how I met Palo. You do remember Palo?"

"I do know the name."

He joined our firm about eight months after I did. Our paths didn't cross all that much for almost a year. Oh, I had been to meetings with him and a retirement luncheon as I recall, but nothing had caused any sparks to fly for either of us, until the Christmas party. And even then, all that happened was he caught me under the mistletoe and gave me a tepid smooch. I think the fact that I returned the kiss with more than shall we say, a little ardor, gave him pause to think about me in a slightly different way than he had in the past."

I interrupted her. "Maggie, I thought you were going to tell me about Maid Marion?"

"I'm getting to "Maid Marion," as you put it."

Thoroughly chastised, I sat back and willed myself to listen and keep my trap shut.

Maggie picked up the story as if she had merely paused for a moment. "We met more frequently after that. It never occurred to me that the meetings were not accidental, but carefully planned and then one Thursday he asked me if I would have dinner with him the following day."

"I accepted and it was a pleasant date, ending with a decent goodnight kiss, no tongue, no groping and left me feeling like I wanted more from him."

"After waiting until mid-week and not hearing from him, (he was out of town on business, I was to find out) I called him and he promptly returned my call, and after learning he was out of town, but returning the following day, which was a Friday, I invited him to my place for dinner."

"That's the aggressive female in you," I said, just to let Maggie know I was paying attention.

"Perhaps," she said, favoring me with a smile,"... at any rate, after showering and preening for hours, I selected my third favorite dress. The first two were killer dresses, showing off everything I had and maybe more."

"Maybe more?"

"Yes, if you had an imagination that would qualify as a maybe more, understand?"

"Capice," I said resorting to an Italian expression that meant the same thing.

"Anyway, I decided on a dark green silk blouse and paired it with a high-slit wraparound black skirt. Since the blouse was a clingy thing, I went braless, knowing the silk fabric would constantly keep my nipples aroused. And, for kicks, and because of my confidence that we would wind up in bed at some point in the evening, I added a garter-belt, sheer stockings and the sexiest black pumps I owned. At the last minute, as I studied myself in the mirror, I removed the black lace panties for the shock effect it would have on him.

The dinner was catered and already in the oven when the doorbell rang. I took a moment to check my makeup and touch up my hair, then raced to answer it.

My buoyant erotic high dissolved to an all-time low as Palo, dressed in a cream colored, linen sports jacket and charcoal brown slacks smiled in greeting.

For standing next to him was a startlingly beautiful woman he quickly introduced as Marion, his fiancé.

I don't know how well I disguised my disappointment. But I managed to invite them in. I'm certain that Marion saw right through me, I don't know to this day what Palo thought. Yet Marion actually saved the evening, moving right in and helping with the hors d'ourves while I made everyone drinks. I made mine a triple. The dinner itself was a blur. I don't remember any of it. Of course the second triple drink helped me there. But somehow I avoided making a complete disaster of things and following desert we had some coffee, but were all pretty well three-sheets to the wind.

Now, I should tell you that from the very start of the evening I found Marion funny and intelligent; and that at some point, probably after my second triple drink, I realized that she was staring at my nipples at least as much as Palo was. And his eyes on them had been up to that point my personal high for the evening, at least until then, for he couldn't take his eyes off them.

I would have made a witty remark about it, except I feared it might have hurt Marion's feelings and somehow I didn't want to do that. But on discovering that she appreciated them as well I thought I'd be clever and managed to open a button or two so as to flaunt them even more. I should have realized I was already tipsy and my so-called cleverness was obvious to all concerned except myself.

A few minutes later Marion changed the course of the evening by asking if I had, by some chance any X-rated videos.

"Well, yes I do, but..."

"Oh, please, let's put one on," she pleaded, "I'm so horny right now and look at Palo..."

I looked. His cock was fairly bulging out of his slacks. He followed my eyes and laughed.

"It's your nipples," he said. "They've been driving me wild all evening. I think it's deliberate, but can't be positive," he finished somewhat lamely.

"It's deliberate," Marion said. "And they are lovely. Would you mind showing at least one of them to us, Maggie, my dear?"

"You want to see my breast?"

"Yes, Maggie, either that, or both of them if you want."

"You won't believe this, but I was in a trance-like state, and my fingers moved to the buttons of my green silk blouse and slowly undid the remaining ones. I didn't rush and they both waited patiently for me to finish. The blouse finally drifted away to the floor.

Marion's eye's lit up. "God, Palo, look at her breasts, they're gorgeous!"

Palo nodded in affirmation and licked his lips. I can still see his pink tongue, the tongue I wanted jammed down my throat; the tongue that was reserved for her.

'Hmmmm, oh, well, ' I thought, 'so much for trying to figure things out ahead of time.'

But Marion was still speaking and I only caught her last few words. They were enough to jolt me back to sobriety, at least enough to understand that things had taken a sudden change of direction and I realized for the first time since seeing the two of them at my front door that the evening still held some promise. Although exactly what that entailed I had no idea.

"Some women," Marion was saying, "are so lucky to have such beautiful tits. Me, I'm lucky to have these cupcakes," and she pulled her sweater over her head, unhooked her bra and thrust her chest out in my direction.

"Now, now baby," Palo said soothingly, "how many times do I have to tell you it's the appeal, the allure of them that influences my lust for them and my love for you?"

But Marion's eyes never left mine.

"And what do you think, Maggie?"

I found myself licking my lips in want. I just had to taste her breasts... and I knew I was going to make love to her. I knew it and perhaps had known it for a while, but hadn't admitted it to myself.

"Me?" I said. "I think a woman's breasts are like a man's penis. They vary in size, but they bring an intrinsic value into sexual play."

"An intrinsic value?" Marion said and smiled at me.

"Yes. It's not the breasts themselves, it's the woman. I don't want to get philosophical here, but like a man's penis, it's not the size that counts, but how they use it, understand?"

"And she uses 'it' extremely well," Palo added.

"Shut up, Palo," Marion laughed.

But the hardening of her nipples before our very eyes told the true story and I felt compelled to say something, anything before she covered them up and we went on to a more mundane conversation, cooling our mutual desires in the process.

"I've never been with a woman," I said simply.

Palo looked from me to Marion and a sly smile crossed his face. "Why don't we have a look at Maggie's bedroom, shall we?" And not waiting for my response, he placed a hand at Marion's and my backs and ushered us into the boudoir.

I found myself moving toward my king-size bed in something of a daze-like trance, feeling the urgency of expectation of newness and also the wanton desire of pure lust; for I would now possess both of them.

At the side of the bed I stopped and turned to them. "How do we... begin this?"

Marion's eyes flicked to Palo's wanting him to answer, putting him in control.

"Let's start with a kiss. You two first," he said.

Marion smiled at me and opened her arms and I leaned into her and slowly brushed my lips across hers. Her lips were so soft and pliable. I can still close my eyes and feel them. That first contact, I mean. The second kiss was even better, it lasted a while and while we didn't swap tongues or anything, it was tremendously sensual. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding with excitement. I realized for the first time that our nipples were rubbing against each other and that added to my excitement. I was certainly leaking like a faucet down below and feared they would notice and laugh at me. I really needn't have been concerned about that. Later I would see Palo's manhood literally oozing with precum and of course when I got near Marion's pussy... well, she was perhaps wetter than I, but for the moment I did have that crazy fear that my all to obvious desire for her would be exposed.

"Once more with feeling," Palo said, urging us on. I opened my eyes and saw Marion's eyes smoldering with lust. "Kiss me again," she said in a husky tone.

Marion's lips were incredibly soft. It was totally unlike kissing a man. I couldn't believe how arousing it was. Our mouths opened simultaneously as we tentatively sought each others tongues. In the distant background I heard Palo's voice urging us on. I thrust my pelvis out to meet Marion's groin and a moment later she was grinding her pussy into mine. I whimpered when she sucked my tongue into her mouth and I was lost. I had to have her... I had to have them both.

Chapter 11.

"Shall I continue?" Maggie asked me as she hefted my hardened cock in her hand.

"Of course. Please finish the story. I need to know all about Palo and Marion... and you."

That pleased her and giving me a strong squeeze, she said, "If at any time it gets to be too much for you..."

I finished the line for her by saying, "Just say the word and you'll move on to something else?"

She bent her head and kissed the very tip of my dick.

"Exactly," she said.

And resumed her story.

----------------------------------------------------

"It was an eternity later that our lips parted and I looked at her with astonishment.

"That was..." was all I could manage. Marion's lips were glistening with my saliva and my hand went to her cupcake sized breast and slowly caressed it; causing her to moan in appreciation.

Palo cleared his throat and brought the two of us back to reality.

"How was that?" Marion gushed.

"I... err," I mumbled and she smiled at me.

"Extremely erotic," Palo said, chiming in, his voice a mere whisper as he reached down to his groin and adjusted himself. The huge bulge in his slacks was topped off by a spreading stain.

"Take them off before you ruin them," Marion told him and like a child he promptly obeyed her, shucking them down to his ankles and then kicking them across the room. He wore no underwear. I shook my head in near astonishment. Palo had the most incredibly beautiful body I had ever seen. His wide chest was tight, smooth and muscular. His torso tapered neatly to a flat, washboard stomach and narrow waist. And he had a magnificent ass; high round and tight, that belied the powerful thrusts he would be capable of in making love.

But what really took my breath away was his cock. A simply gorgeous, long, thick pole that stood straight up, practically reaching his navel.

I tried not to stare, but couldn't help myself. I had never, never in my life been this aroused, and the sight of his superb weapon and Marion's kisses had me on the brink of a mighty orgasm.

Marion caught me staring at it and gave me a sly smile. And then, teasing my incredibly sensitive nipples between her fingers, she leaned into me and asked,

"Shall we have another?" But before I could respond, she added, "Of course Palo gets a sample too. Would you prefer to try his lips first?"

"You..." I whispered, "You first," and I turned to her once again, my body already aching to press against hers, Palo and his body almost a distant memory in my anxiety to meld my body with hers.

"This time we just melted into each other's mouth. Our tongues quickly began an urgent dance and this time Marion drew mine into her hot mouth. Our passions grew quickly and in a matter of seconds, I was whimpering again, trying to draw Marion's fiery tongue into my mouth.

"Marion," I heard Palo say, "Play with her tits."

There was only the slightest pause from Palo's command to Marion's response. We were still kissing as her free hand cupped the underside of my left breast.

I could feel the warmth and moisture of her hand on my flesh and I loved the softness of her touch. Wanting more, I turned my body against her hand, filling it with the fullness of my breast. Marion purred and just held it lightly.

Our tongues were dueling with an almost fastidiously gracefulness when Palo spoke again. "Squeeze it Marion, squeeze it."

And Marion did. Lightly, gently, wonderfully. I moaned softly, deep into her mouth, and she squeezed my breast harder. I lay my hand on hers, dragging over my pounding heart to the nipple and we caressed it together.

Then Palo's fingers were gliding over the other breast. I never imagined a man could have such a silky smooth touch, but he did and I reveled in it.

Moaning with desire I broke off our kiss, giddy with contentment on seeing her mouth searching desperately for mine. She had a glazed, angelic expression on her face and could barely catch her breath. I'm sure I was the same.

"Will you please make love to me?" I gasped and tore the blouse from my body.

Marion nodded and I untied the belt of my skirt, ignoring Palo, who was tweaking the nipple of my other breast until my skirt pooled at my feet. The sight of my garter belt and almost completely shaven pussy caused him to release my breast and sink slowly to his knees. And as he lathered my pussy with his saliva and serpentine tongue my knees went weak and I found myself leaning against Marion for support. Still keeping his face to my overly drenched cunt, Palo reached up to grab my wrist and made me feel his huge cock... and it was the grandest, throbbingest cock I had ever imagined possible.

I was ready to come when Marion called his name and told him it was her turn. Blindly, I turned to clutch at her and met thin air. Before I fell, they both took hold of me and brought me to the bed and lay me down. Marion was kneeling over me when I opened my eyes. Her breasts hovered delicately over my face, much smaller than mine, exquisitely shaped and firm, oh so firm. Nipples as hard as blood-red marbles, their tips pointing up at me.

Finding my voice, I told her they were beautiful and reached for them. She moaned and I sighed as my fingertips gently found their way around the puffy, red circles of her swollen areolas.

"Pinch them Maggie!" Palo cooed. "She loves it."

I slid my thumbs and forefingers up to her nipples, capturing them and squeezing them gently. Marion shut her eyes and groaned loudly and I leaned in to kiss them.

She whimpered as I kissed first her left nipple and then her right, noticing how truly sensitive they were. Time passed and I relinquished her nipples and let my fingers drift further down her taut body to her waist and then down the magnificent slope of her ass. Palo intervened then, but only to help Marion remove her skirt and shoes.

I realized I only wore my sheer stockings, garter belt and pumps and a pearl necklace.

Marion laughed nervously as Palo struggled with the zipper of her skirt until it finally surrendered and he peeled it from her magnificent torso. He had less trouble with her sheer, white bikini panties. I saw her then, just a fringe of pubic hair and moved quickly to position myself some seven or eight inches from her pussy, which I might add, was perhaps even wetter than mine was. I had never really looked at another woman the way I was studying Marion's pussy. I can honestly say that I was transfixed by the absolute floral beauty of her thick, pouty labia glistening with what I would soon discover to be sweet, fragrant juices.

With a loud moan, I began to caress her wonderful, supple ass and then with an even louder moan, I pulled on her behind, bringing her pussy to my mouth and kissed it, brushing my lips over her wet labia in much the same manner as we had begun our first kiss.

I know now that I caught her off guard, for she gasped in surprise and I felt the tremor that ran through her. Then she was pushing her cunt into my face, as I summoned a brazenness that I never thought I possessed, inhaling her rich, feminine scent and then nibbling on her outer lips as she gasped joyfully, crying out, "YES! YES! YES!"

It was my very first taste of another woman's cunt. And let me tell you, I was hooked.

What followed for the next forty-five minutes remains mostly a blur to me. I couldn't possibly remember all the details. But the joy that ensued, the absolute ecstasy of it is still, to this day, unforgettable.

Completely ignoring Palo, Marion and I kissed incessantly as if starved for one another; and then just slowly and sensuously melted into each other, groaning and whimpering our stiff, acutely sensitive nipples met, rubbed each other and then our tits crushed together. Our bodies sparkled with silky perspiration as we squeezed each other, rolling on the bed, bellies rubbing, legs intertwined, pubic bones grinding together, as our juices mingled. And still we clung to that kiss; even as our hands slid over each another's dampened back and then cupped and squeezed each other's ass. This was what love making was intended to be.

We stopped kissing only to catch our breath, but our bodies stayed entwined, breast to breast, belly to belly, cunt to cunt. Looking deep into each other's glazed eyes, Marion made the decisive move, twisting around after severing our kiss; she nibbled her way down my body. My hands left her ass and went to her head guiding her to the desired location. She paused at my breasts and suddenly her mouth was savagely attacking my tits, licking, lapping, sucking and biting. She drew a nipple into her mouth, and I can still feel her tongue flicking it and the incredible pounding pulse beat that ensued.

And just as quickly, Marion went gentle on me and I nearly swooned as she bit the other nipple so gently it wouldn't have dented a butterfly's wing. It was exquisite -- simply exquisite -- that was the feeling roaring through me.

My next recollection was that of her tongue moving across my stomach, only to stop at the small tuft of pubic hair just above my pussy. And then with my hands urging her head lower, she moved to me; and I parted my thighs in readiness.

While all this was going on I had no idea where or what Palo was doing, nor did I care.

Suddenly the sweet, pungent aroma of Marion's juices filled my nostrils, almost overwhelming me. At first I thought it my own smell, but on opening my eyes, I saw that she had shifted her body so that her pussy was now inches from my face. For a minute there I didn't move, I stared at her beautiful cunt as her fragile, inner labia opened and closed like a slow-motion movie of a flower going through its daily cycle. I moved even closer and saw her opening covered in dew-like juices and realized that my tongued was protruding as far as it could from my mouth.

I think I parted her thighs with my hands before licking her, but I'm not sure. I do recall placing my hands under her ass to raise her hips a bit and pasting my mouth to her and sucking ferociously on her. That I remember vividly.