Manda’s Dance
By HotJeannie ã 2008
We were about as mismatched as a couple could be. Manda was everything I wasn’t. Where she was a beautiful, five-foot-eight, 24-year-old long-haired brunette, with plenty of curves topped off by large breasts; I was old enough to be her mother at 48, just over 5-foot tall with cropped blonde-turning-to-grey hair with a thin frame and small, barely B-cup breasts. Opposites do attract—and make good lovers, it seems.
How I got to the San Francisco area and into Manda’s bed is too long a story to be told here, but here I was. In bed is where we spent my first three days on the west coast. Our orgasms were things of beauty and with each lick and touch we tried to outdo the last. We’d soak the bed, we’d change the sheets, and then we’d soak the bed once again.
At first I wasn’t sure I could keep up with her sexually, but she assured me I did. “You’re, like, a fucking machine,” she said between halting breaths after I had licked her pussy and then scissored with her to sublime climax, grinding our clits together until we both screamed.
“I’ve always been one,” was my reply. No brag; just fact.
We were both bisexual, though she told me she was only doing women now. Strike that—only woman now—me! After a week of sexual exhaustion, she asked me if I still craved cock. Of course I did. It had been a long time since I’ve been stuffed by a big one, and when you’ve had the biggest you can never forget what it felt like, and want more. That’s when she told me about the dance club. Manda knew of a club near the waterfront, frequented by swingers, where just about anything could happen.
“Well, they don’t actually let people fuck on the premises, but things have been done right there on the dance floor and in the hallways and bathrooms.”
“And how do you know that, my sweet girl?”
She blushed. I guess some of those “things” had been done by and to her. “Maybe we can find a big cock for you there,” she said, though I could hear some disappointment in her tone. She saw the realization on my face, for she quickly added, “It’s okay, I know we will always be together. I just want to make you happy...I want to see you happy.”
I wasn’t going to ask but I thought she wants to watch! We kissed for a long time and then began planning what we were both going to wear. We’d give them a show!
Manda wore a cute little calico dress that made her look like a wholesome farmer’s daughter, but its short length and revealing cleavage was far from the farm. Her stiletto heels never saw the farm either. I wore my killer white sheath dress, which was nothing more really than a stretchy tube of fabric I shimmied into. The thin material was always perfect for showing off my stiff nipples. It was very short too, revealing a lot of leg. I wanted to accentuate my petite frame so I didn’t go with high heels, opting for matching white strapped low-heeled sandals. Needless to say neither one of us wore a bra or panties.
I figured we looked pretty hot because there was no hesitation in letting us enter the club. The music was loud and the people were all young and toned. Maybe I was the oldest person in the joint. I laughed inside when I thought of that.
In a lull between pounding dance tracks, Manda said at my ear, “I bet after we dance together for a while, every guy in the place is gonna have a bulge and you can pick and choose who you want...let me know, okay?”
The music erupted and so did we. We danced as one, our bodies clinging together and getting sweaty fast. Every once in a while we would deep French kiss while we danced, our hands on each other’s ass. It only took a few minutes of this to hike my dress up and show off my ass cheeks. When we moved her dress would balloon out and reveal her luscious ass too. We’d sneak a peek and see all eyes on us—men and women.
Soon, others were cutting in to dance with either of us. We were lusted after and that pleased us both to no end.
After one dance where I had to practically break the guy’s arm to keep him from going under my dress, Manda moved back to me and hollered over the music, “I found your man.” She put a hand on my face and slowly urged my head around until I was looking in the direction she wanted me to look. “See the tall Italian-looking dude with the green silk shirt? I just danced with him and I swear he watched you the whole time...and he’s got a salami in his pants a butcher would drool over. The fucking thing is HUGE.” She looked into my eyes and mimed “You want him?” He looked handsome and virile and horny. I nodded.
As I danced with another woman—clearly a butch lesbian and clearly wanting me—I felt a body brush against my backside. It was him. Manda had sort of worked him across the floor right to me. I turned back to look at him and smiled. He was even more of a hunk close up; he looked hot, with strong arms and a narrow waist. I guessed not Italian, maybe Spanish. He was having a difficult time figuring out if he should make a play for me or stay with Manda, since she was the one who got him dancing. He brushed against me again and I felt his manly bulge. Damn, he WAS big! I furtively glanced at him and could see his attention shifting from Manda’s big, bouncy tits to my bouncy and nearly revealed ass. When he rubbed against me again, I knew my ass had won. The gal I was dancing with looked pissed now that she saw she lost out.
Within a few seconds the man, Manda and I were dancing to the ferocious beat in a world of our own in the middle of the dance floor. It appeared we were now the show. Every time I felt him rub against me and touch me, more of my arousal trickled down my thighs. I was oblivious to how much my dress had slid upward, the lower part of my ass exposed for all to see. He touched.
During a lull in the loud music, the three of us moved toward the corridor leading to the restrooms where we could talk.
“I am Simao,” he said. Ah, sounds Portuguese, so I was close. Manda and I introduced ourselves and we asked who he had come with to the club. He gestured toward another European-looking man across the dance floor.
“Are you gay?” Manda blurted. Simao laughed and said he was bisexual.
“So aren’t I,” I told him as I simultaneously stroked his bulging crotch and pulled his hand under my dress. He was both shocked and turned-on by my extreme wetness. I liked that. Manda leaned toward his ear and said something to him I didn’t hear, before leaning toward me and kissing me hard. I could see the pump had been primed and he was ready. I pulled him back to the dance floor, Manda in tow.
The three of us ground our bodies together in as close to a sex act as you can perform with your clothes on. When Simao’s buddy tried to join us, Manda pushed him away. This was our show. He stormed away as we kept dancing.
Worked up to a sexual fever, the three of rushed from the club and jumped into a hovering cab. By the time we were in Manda’s place, we could barely contain our arousal. I kicked my sandals off and in seconds the sheath dress was up and over and off. Being so horny, poor Simao tripped and stumbled trying to get out of his pants. His amazing unit practically popped out of his briefs, springing upward in all its long and rigid glory. Manda was quickly naked too and began helping Simao while I trotted to the bedroom and searched through my things for a condom. I doubted the regular size one I had would cover much but it would do. I fell to the king bed just as Manda walked into the room with Simao, whispering to him and stroking him like a fluffer would before the big sex scene. Maybe that’s exactly what Manda was doing: preparing him for his ‘scene’ of satisfying a demanding woman—me.
I sat up on the bed and began caressing Simao’s magnificent cock as he stood motionless in front of me. Well, not exactly motionless, as his hips undulated slightly while I stroked him. Manda stood behind him and rubbed her tits against his back as she pawed his sculpted ass, she too matching his undulating motion. Simao’s eyes were closed, but Manda’s were wide open and looking into mine. I mouthed a silent “I Love You,” as I opened the wrapper and began unrolling the condom over Simao’s erection. I estimated him to be about ten inches long and maybe six or even seven inches in circumference. Shit, this thing is going to stretch my pussy to the limit! I felt a new rivulet of juice trickle from me at the thought. As I guessed, the overstressed condom only covered two-thirds of his cock.
I pulled him down on top of me and spread my legs for him. Before he could position himself for entry, Manda palmed his shaft and guided him between my wet and ready pussy lips. My legs wrapped around his ass and urged him deeper. I gasped as his full meat penetrated and violated my vagina. He was a hungry, horny dog who got into a manic rhythm immediately (or at least as soon as my stretching vagina walls would allow.) I’m not one to simply lie there if I’m getting fucked missionary, as I was bucking to the same rhythm he was, while I felt Manda alternate between caressing my inner thigh and playing with Simao’s balls. His strokes were long and forceful, hitting my middle-aged cervix on almost every stroke.
I heard myself repeat “Yes! Yes! Fuck me hard! Harder!” before the big one overtook me and I screamed.
He obviously reveled in my orgasmic yell, for he raised his head back and groaned loudly. My climaxing, clamping vagina felt him shoot his load in several convulsive ropes. As I felt the last of his cock-spasms another wave washed over me and I cried out again in glee. Manda cried with me so I knew she got herself off watching and touching us as we fucked.
When Simao rolled off, his cock came out of me with a wet ‘plop’ that attested to his girth and how I responded to it. The condom had slid up his shaft a bit and I could see a prodigious amount of spent semen in its end. He looked satisfied and a bit proud of himself for a reason I didn’t fathom.
Manda took his place and feverishly locked onto my lips, her round breasts tantalizingly pressed against my stiff, tingling nipples. She whispered at my ear “My tongue is way smaller than his cock. Do you think, lover, that I can satisfy you like he did?”
We kissed before she slid down my body, trailing her tongue in a wet arc from my chin to my mons. When the tip of her tongue danced against my already engorged clit, I moaned loudly. She cooed something like “My baby likes it” in between licks and sucks of my vibrating womanhood. My body had begun its swift journey to bliss when suddenly she stopped, reached behind her and swatted at a stunned Simao. He had apparently became aroused again (probably from watching the new ‘show’) and decided to take Manda from behind while she was otherwise occupied with pleasing me. I didn’t blame him—she does have a most glorious ass.
“No you bastard...not while I’m doing my lover...and NOT BAREBACK you moron,” she yelled. He looked to be suitably chastised, though his beautiful cock stood at about half to three-quarters erect.
Manda went back to work on me and very soon (I have a hair-trigger when getting it from a skilled tongue) I was convulsing and wailing and squirting. It had been a long time since I squirted. I giggled when I looked down between my legs to see Manda’s face glistening wet from my pussy juices. She didn’t giggle; instead she crept back up and planted her wet lips on mine. There was nothing wrong with the taste of ‘me’ on her lips. My fingers found her labia and I began rubbing her in earnest. I worked them furiously up and down from clit to perineum until she breathlessly pulled her lips from mine and cried out.
When we looked, we found Simao on the edge of the bed jerking off. We sure gave him a good girl-on-girl show, I guess. Manda smiled and whispered “who’s gonna put him out of his misery?” It was a rhetorical question; she was offering him to me again.
I got up and rummaged for another condom. He was ecstatic as I unrolled it onto him. He grew manic when I pushed him onto his back and climbed aboard. I took his full length with an “Ooomph” and started riding him, first slow and then with increasing rhythm. I lifted up with only his cockhead in me, and then I impaled myself on his big shaft; doing this over and over again until I felt him begin to tense—which was okay since I was cumming by then—exhaling an ear-splitting “YESSSSSS...!” that went on and on. Realizing he was about to cum, I figured I wanted to see it. I jumped off and stripped off the condom. Barely palming his girth with my tiny hand, I was just in time to watch him shoot several impressive fountains of semen into the air. A lot of warmth fell on me as if by white rain. I heard Manda moan—as I did—at the spectacle of the pulsing cumshots. Simao could really bring it.
We showered, dressed and cleaned up a bit before calling a taxi for Simao. We told him what a great lover he was and that he should go find his boyfriend from the club and “kiss and make up.”
When he left, Manda said to me, “Can you imagine what his lover’s asshole looks like?” We both laughed hysterically. I knew I wouldn’t want it anally from that guy! I surely was satisfied where he DID put it!
“So, woman, what did you whisper to him back at the club and when you two walked into the bedroom here?”
Manda grinned lasciviously. “Oh, I just told him that he better make you cum or I’d cut off his balls with one of my kitchen knives.”
I jumped her. After a long kiss, unbroken though we were shimmying back out of our clothes, I thanked her for her ‘gift’ of Simao. “You knew I needed to get that out of my system,” I said. “But now I need something else...”
We spent a long time caressing each other’s breasts. With Manda, her large breasts were like a pillow playground. I kneaded them and squeezed them and teased them until she was moaning in pleasure. She knew I was different, with my nipples alone being the focal point of my sensitivity. She alternated between pinching and tickling my intensely hard nipples until I too was groaning and asking for more. We kept up this foreplay for as long as we could stand it. When we couldn’t take any more, I swung around atop her in a 69 position and began tonguing her as she did with me. As confirmation of our made-for-each-other compatibility, we climaxed together, singing our ecstasy into the wetness of our lover’s most treasured place.
In the moments before we would succumb to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms, I contemplated once more how much of an odd couple we were. But we were a couple, and would remain so in spite of our age difference.
“I love you, Manda.”
“I love to hear you say that...I love you too, Jeannie my dear.”
My heart leapt in my chest as it hadn’t for such a long time. In the silence of the dark bedroom I whispered “I always will.” She didn’t hear me for she had already fallen into sleep. I nestled against her, one hand at her breast, and slipped into calm and peaceful sleep, ready to dream of the next time I will taste her delicious juices on my tongue.