EROTICA 2
A simple plan for a lucky man; dancing, drinks,
good smoke and cigarettes, back to the condo; it was me, Jen and my love, Iris.
Beautiful woman, both, and complete opposites;
Jen was short, and perfectly full figured, her breasts were globes, high and
full, topped with amazing nipples that would make their appearance known at the
heaviest breezes or kisses. She was dark, brown hair and olive skin. She
favored tight clothes, too tight fell from them all the time; a flash of olive
thigh leading to baby blue panties, her cleavage exploded from her bodice top.
Iris was my love. She was red, in hair and
dresses, beautiful, lithe. A fine featured beauty who smoked like it was
foreplay. Petite, but her breasts full
and pert, her ass a perfect hourglass. She wore vintage, this time a perfect
Audrey Hepburn black dress, and matched with her boisterous personality was
devastating to any man within the room.
We hit the condo fast.
It started with champagne and sitting close on
the couch, the three of us, getting comfortable with each other physically: I
slid my hand up Jens’ thighs and could feel how wet she was, sitting deep in
the cushions, pushing her knees out. Iris moved behind me, close to my ear, I
could smell her, and said. ‘Take her. I’ll fix a drink’.
I slid my hand right up into her: she didn’t
wear panties that night. Her head rolled back in the cushion as she
moaned low, very hungry. I reached behind her and unzipped her dress, pulled it
down from the front. She raised her thighs to me, I watch my fingers slide in
and out of her, watched her overburdened bra exposed, still spilling from the
cups; I pulled that off of her and watched her breasts shake with the faster
motion I was working. I was heated by what I was seeing and getting very excited.
She took her breasts in her hand and started
twisting her nipples unconsciously lost in what she was doing. It was an
amazing site, this fleshy girl driving her self onto my fingers and touching
herself. I dropped to my knees and grabbed her thighs and tasted her, started
licking wildly, licked her in time to my hands thrusting: she started going
wild, grabbed my head and pulled me to her, I was filled with her, her scent
set fires in me everywhere, it was a sensory overload of lust. I licked faster
still and she pulled me deeper.
And behind, I felt Iris, leaning over my back,
telling me how wet she was getting watching me be such a good host. I stuck my
tongue deep into her watching Iris move to her and take her nipple in her
teeth. Jen came loud, I felt her at the moment she lost control, wild. She let
out a low moan while Iris rubbed her head and rested I myself on her wet pussy,
took her deep in my senses, a memory for another night.
And Iris was behind me again and said ‘Sit
there.’ pointing to the straight back wooden chair she brought to the room. I
rose and sat without realizing I did it; I was transfixed with the scent of Jen
in my head. Iris stood before me dressed in a silk strapped nightshirt, a deep
cherry red. Her nipples cut through the fabric inches from my face. She started
undoing the buttons of my shirt, smiling at me. I watched Jen move behind her:
she roughly doubled Iris in size, they made a intoxicating pair.
Jen slipped her hands onto Iris’s belly and to
her nipples, stroking her from behind, grinding into her roughly. Iris just
undid one of my buttons at a time, breathing heavier now, I watched Jen slide
her hand up under Iris’s hem, and into her. Iris gasped and reached back to
her. She turned and kissed Jen on the mouth roughly, and their hands grabbed at
each other, their kiss getting more heated. Iris was pulling at Jen’s nipples
while Jen grabbed her ass hard. The sounds they made; it was a low snarl
followed by a resigned sigh, a mounting intensity between them. I just sat in
the chair and watched.
Iris, despite being half her size, brought Jen
to the floor in front of me, it seemed she just pushed her and she collapsed.
Iris fell on her, a naughty but serious grin on her face, one I recognized
well. She held Jen's wrists apart to either side, and kissed her belly, very
slow... I could see a trace of lipstick run from her naval to below her breast.
She moved up slow, deliberate, kissing inch by inch toward Jen's full breasts,
slowly, teasing her. Iris let her hand drop between Jen's legs, just rested it
there, but with a increasing pressure; I watched Jen close her eyes tighter and
open her mouth wider, she was a slave to the light, consistent hands of Iris. I
watched my love rest her finger on her clit right as her mouth reached her
nipple. Jen gasped; I saw how wet she was getting and was crawling out of my
skin to touch her... but I just watched. Iris slowly moved her body around,
inching her own desire closer to Jen's mouth. Iris straddled her face, and sunk
into her mouth. Jen reacted wildly, licking biting, doing with her mouth, her
lips and teeth what Iris did with her fingers. Iris moaned and collapsed her
full weight onto Jen, letting her mouth fall on her, pulling her thighs apart
so she could taste her deeper.
And I watched. These two in front of me,
completely unaware I was even still in the room. It was the petite redhead
manhandling the sizable dusky girl it was feral version of giving pleasure
and showing appreciation of beauty. I grew very hard watching this, kept
shifting in my seat, but stayed where I was. I let Iris drive.
Iris rocked back and forth on Jen’s tongue, low
moans, but getting louder, more consistent. She raised her self from Jen’s hot,
wet place and just concentrated on Jen’s mouth, and started directly into my
eyes. She picked up a rhythm, Jen’s hands holding her wider open, Iris pulling
distractedly at her own nipples. It was the hottest thing I ever saw in my
fucking life.
And then Iris rose, and lay down next to Jen,
one hand on Jen's pussy and one on her own. And she looked up to me, and said
'Now.'.
They were before me, still touching each other
with random grabs and strokes, both on there backs, legs spread for me. I
looked from Jen's natural dark curls to Iris clean shaven. I watched their
breasts, Jen’s mounds and Iris small and perfect nipples. I started to take off
my pants. I was as hard as I have ever been, stood straight out at the sight of
them. I looked at them and slid down between Jen’s legs. I slid into her, and
she was tight, hot and wetter than a July heat wave. I felt her muscles
contract and pull me deeper in. I let her, felt myself thrust into her, slow at
first, slow and deep. I held her breast in my hand while Iris reached up and
bit my shoulder, hard. I felt myself thrust into Jen harder as I winced in
pain, felt Jen start to buck, pulling me deeper into her; she started to come
as I held back, with every fiber of strength and level of distraction I could
muster to keep from coming myself. Iris slid her hand onto my ass and thrust me
deeper into Jen.
And Jen started to moan louder, started to
bellow, started to scream. I watched her face, hypnotized by her lips, how they
would quiver as she came closer to the edge of orgasm. I started to fuck her
now, Iris behind me, pushing me, whispering the dirtiest things into my ear
'Baby, look at that pussy, how wet it is. You’re fucking her so good; look at
her face, she’s gonna come for you baby…' And Jen came loud, I felt it on my
cock, felt her contract and roll over inside her. She was gripping me tight,
wild, convulsive muscles. I felt her flow hot and wet onto me, all over me, all
over the carpet. And I maintained myself; barely.
After her moans subsided, I grabbed Iris by the
wrist and spun her to the front of me. I lay her down on Jen, face to face.
They started kissing immediately, almost unconsciously. I held Iris's ass in my
hands, her perfect shape, her lovely skin, and put myself inside her fast. This
wasn’t slow, or deliberate; this was how Iris liked it, fast and hard as hell.
When I entered her, I felt her stiffen, and then fall completely apart, her
head lay on Jen’s chest.