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A Somewhat Reluctant Confession By M. Bee When it comes to sex, I've always
perceived myself as very open, sophisticated, adventurous, erotic and fairly
aggressive, in a lady-like way. I have a very healthy sexual appetite and
usually find a way of getting what I want when I want it. And what I wanted,
several months ago, was Eric, an English professor who joined our department at
the beginning of the Fall term. The first time I met Eric, at our weekly staff
meeting, I was immediately taken not only by his obvious intelligence, but by
his quick wit and easy, self-effacing humor. The fact that he was extremely
handsome, very tall and muscular with a lean, athletic kind of build was
certainly a bonus, but the fact that he was black somehow made him even more
appealing. Under the guise of explaining our unusual curriculum to him, I
invited him to dinner at my home the following Saturday night and he happily
accepted. I couldn't wait for the weekend and literally counted the hours
waiting to get that black stud in bed with me. Saturday night finally arrived
and after showering and preening for two hours, I carefully selected my wardrobe
to best show off my figure without appearing too obvious. Since I have very
large, firm breasts with very prominent nipples, I decided on a silk beige
blouse and matching high-slit wraparound linen skirt. I almost always go braless
and the blouse, although not a see-through, was very clingy and revealing and
the smooth silk fabric constantly brushing against my nipples always kept them
wonderfully excited. I also decided on a very sexy lace garterbelt, sheer
stockings and my highest, sexiest black heels. Obviously swept up in one of
those moods, I thought, "what the hell", and at the last minute decided to
remove my French cut lace panties. Checking myself out in the full length
mirror, I knew that if this outfit didn't do it, nothing would. The doorbell
rang, I quickly checked my hair and makeup one last time in the mirror and raced
to answer it. The moment I opened the door, my bubble instantly burst. It was
Eric, casually dressed in a sexy linen jacket, open shirt and incredibly tight
designer jeans, looking better in person than he did in my fantasies. But, to my
surprise and consternation, he was not alone. With him was a very pretty, young,
petite Caucasian woman whom he introduced as Karen. His wife. After my initial
shock, and doing my best to mask my disappointment, I graciously invited them
in. We chatted amicably and I took their drink orders, retreating quickly to the
privacy of my kitchen where I finally allowed myself to quietly vent my
exasperation. A few seconds later, Karen came in, offering to help. Painting on
a smile, I showed her where the hors d'ourves were and she moved down the
counter to get the tray while I got our drinks. curiously, smiled, and, somewhat
embarrassed, said, "Eric didn't tell me you were so beautiful." Now it was my
turn to be embarrassed. I returned her smile and what I wanted to say was 'Eric
didn't tell me he was married', but instead, I accepted the complement and
returned one. She was really a delightful, bubbly young woman and although I was
now resigned to sleeping with my trusty vibrator that night, I realized that at
the very least the dinner and conversation would not be a total loss. Between
the three of us, we drained two bottles of wine before dinner and were becoming
more than a little giddy. As I opened and poured the third bottle of wine, I
suddenly realized that every time I bent over, both Eric and Karen got more than
an eyeful of my sizable breasts swaying beneath my blouse. It may have been the
wine or even an unconscious act of revenge, but even after I realized it, I
continued to flaunt my tits for Eric. And I was enjoying it immensely. The
evening actually progressed very nicely. Karen, I learned was as intelligent and
as witty as Eric and not quite as young as I imagined. She had beautiful long
blonde hair done up in a French braid and was, I couldn't help admitting, an
extremely attractive woman. She was also warm, gracious, open and spontaneous -
easy to know and even easier to like. By the end of dinner we were talking like
old friends and truly enjoying one another's company. After dinner, when I
returned to the living room with our Brandies, Eric and Karen were standing at
the bookcase thumbing through one of my books of erotic photographs. The
particular book they had found was a volume of beautiful color plates of women
loving women. Although I am not remotely a lesbian, or even bisexual, I've
always found those photographs to be extremely erotic. And from the bulge in
Eric's tight jeans, he must have thought so, too. "I like your taste
in...literature," Eric grinned as I handed him his drink. I'm sure I blushed as
I stammered, "It's research for a course in American Eroticism I was thinking of
teaching." And I took a big gulp of my Brandy. "Anything you say, Mickey," Eric
chuckled and they moved over to the sofa with the volume. It was immediately
obvious to me that the pictures didn't faze Karen in the least. Sitting there,
Eric turned the pages slowly and they casually exchanged comments about the
women in the photographs. Without thinking, I drifted over to the sofa, sat down
next to Karen and looked at the pictures with them. Eric flipped another page
and Karen suddenly put her hand on his to stop him. She studied the photograph
and exclaimed, "God, Eric, look at her breasts, they're gorgeous." He nodded his
agreement and Karen turned to me and said, "some women are so lucky to have such
nice tits. I'm so damn small on top." "I always tell you, honey, it's quality,
not quantity," Eric laughed, "isn't that right, Mickey?" "Not when you can have
both," I replied too smartly. her, doesn't she have the most fabulous figure?"
"Yep," Eric agreed, looking directly at me, "how could anyone not notice that
body." "If I had breasts like yours, Mick," Karen continued, "I'd never hide
them. I'd probably go topless to the supermarket." "I never tried that," I
laughed, "but it would sure be hell around the frozen foods, wouldn't it?" "Not
to mention the old ladies who like to squeeze the melons," Eric added with a
mischievous gleam in his eye. We all laughed at the image I suddenly realized
that the lascivious direction the conversation was taking was actually turning
me on. Eric turned another page in the book and reflexively, Karen and I both
leaned over to get a better look at the photo. It was a beautiful photograph of
two nude women lying face to face on a satin sheet, looking into each other's
eyes, tentatively touching the other's nipple. "God," Karen whispered, "this is
really turning me on." "You, too," I giggled selfconsciously? "Yeah. I've never
done anything like that. Have you?" "No," I said, shaking my head. And then Eric
looked at both us with a sly smile forming on his lips and said, "Mickey, do you
have a Polaroid camera?" More than surprised, shocked, really, Karen and I
glanced at each other knowing exactly what Eric had in mind and we both
simultaneously seemed to shrug 'why not?'. I took another healthy sip of Brandy,
and smiling sheepishly, replied, "No, but I do have a video camera." It all
seemed to happen so quickly and easily. We moved into the bedroom and, giggling
like nervous teenagers, we set up the camera and tripod and jury-rigged some
lights. As Eric finished setting up, I went back to the kitchen for yet another
bottle of wine. Alone in the kitchen, I desperately tried to collect my thoughts
and composure, but I was so excited and aroused, I felt I was moving in a daze.
Shaking, I returned to the bedroom, ready for anything. Eric had taken off his
jacket and was finishing adjusting the camera while Karen turned down the quilt
on my kingsize brass bed. In anticipation of my night alone with Eric, I had
changed the bedclothes into my sexiest satin sheets and pillowcases. Throwing
both our feminist politics and our caution to the wind, Karen and I agreed that
Eric would be the "director" and we would be his willing "porn stars", obeying
his every "creative" whim. And Eric wasted no time exercising his authority as
he ordered us on to the middle of the bed. Karen and I nervously but dutifully
complied and sat there, giggling with more than a little nervous embarrassment,
as Eric focused the camera. He had turned the television toward the bed and,
like a TV monitor, I was able to watch us come into focus as Eric zoomed in and
out trying to get just the right framing. Karen and I both mugged playfully for
the camera, until Eric, taking charge, said, "Okay, ladies, show time. Let's
start with a kiss." This was it. My mouth went dry and I could hear my pulse
pounding in my ears. Neither Karen nor I were sure how to proceed and we just
looked at each other, hesitating. "Oh, come on," Eric chided us, "how tough can
it be to kiss? You've both done it before." He was right. How difficult could it
be? And Karen's sexy, pouty mouth was certainly eminently kissable. So,
swallowing hard, I leaned into her and slowly brushed my lips across hers. In
that moment, I learned two crucial things about myself. First, I was not as
sexually liberated as I thought I was, and second, the thought of actually
making love to this beautiful, gentle, young woman while her incredibly sexy
husband photographed us made my head spin and my heart pound in excitement. And
then Eric's voice invaded my thoughts. He had stopped the camera and was looking
at us, shaking his head with a smirk on his face. "You call that a kiss? C'mon,
Kar, I've seen you kiss Bogie with more passion than that." "Who's Bogie," I
asked curiously? "She...she's our cat," Karen giggled. Eric and I both laughed
and he said, "See...what's the difference? Kissing a pussy is kissing a pussy,
isn't it?" Karen laughed, too, and blushed, averting her eyes from mine. Still
laughing nervously myself, I put my hand on her shoulder, reassuring her as Eric
went back to the camera and rewound it. "Okay ladies," Eric shouted with mock
authority, "once more, from the top, this time with feeling." I smiled at Karen
and whispered, "do you want to?" She smiled back, nervously, and nodded. I could
tell from her look and from breathing that she wanted to as much as I did so,
assuming a more aggressive role, with my hand still on her shoulder I leaned in
and kissed her again, allowing my lips to linger a little longer and harder on
hers than before. We both closed our eyes and savored the moment. I had never
sexually kissed another woman before and now nearly cursed myself for not doing
it earlier. Karen's lips were so incredibly soft, so totally unlike kissing a
man. I couldn't believe how exciting and arousing it was. Reluctant to break the
spell, I slowly and sensually moved my lips back and forth across Karen's,
feeling the softness of her mouth as she kissed me back. "That's it, that's
right," Eric encouraged us, "kiss her, baby, turn her on." It was good to hear
Eric's voice, reminding me of his omniscient presence, but neither Karen nor I
really needed much more encouragement. Growing more excited, our mouths opened
simultaneously as we tentatively, hesitantly sought each others tongues. As we
slowly and tenderly explored each other's mouth, Eric continued offering
encouragement, but his words and his voice just seemed to fade in the distance
as I began losing myself in Karen's heavenly mouth. My nipples stiffened
precipitously and I could feel the familiar tingle of my juices welling up deep,
deep within my womb and begin to flow like icy- hot lava down the walls of my
tunnel. I didn't want this to end and prayed that Karen felt the same way. Then,
as I drew her warm, wet tongue deep into my mouth and sucked it, I heard her
whimper faintly and I knew, I knew she wanted it as desperately as I did. After
what seemed a lifetime, we finally tore our lips apart and just looked at each
other somewhat astonished. Her lips were glistening with my saliva as I'm sure
mine were from hers. And then we just laughed and hugged each other, turning our
faces to Eric for his approval. "How was that," I finally gushed, trying to
catch my breath? "Not bad, not bad, uh, let's try it again from another angle."
Eric was so turned on, he could barely speak. The bulge in his jeans had grown
perceptibly and it was impossible for him to conceal it. But comfort triumphed
over embarrassment and he finally just shrugged and laughed and reached down to
his groin to rearrange the position of his cock. And then, trying to act
casually, said, "Okay, ladies, come on, where were we?" "In heaven," I
responded. "Then shall we return?" "Yes, let's," I whispered, more to Karen than
Eric, and I turned to kiss her again. The ice had been broken with our first
kiss and this time we just melted into each other's mouth. Our tongues quickly
began their urgent dance again and this time Karen sucked mine into her hot
mouth. Our passions grew quickly and in a matter of seconds, Karen was
whimpering again, trying to draw more and more of my tongue into her hungry
mouth. "Yeah, right, beautiful," Eric whispered, "okay, Karen, put your hand on
Mickey's tit." Still kissing passionately, Karen hesitated and then slowly
reached up with her free hand and barely laid the palm of her hand against the
side of my breast with her fingers nearly touching my back. I could feel the
warmth and moisture of her hand through my flimsy silk blouse 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. Karen whimpered again and just held it
lightly. "Christ," Eric exclaimed. There was no doubt he was as excited as we
were. "Okay, now squeeze it, baby, go ahead, squeeze it." And Karen did.
Lightly, gently, wonderfully. I moaned softly, deep into her mouth, and she
squeezed my tit harder. I laid my hand on top of hers, guiding it up to my
pounding nipple and we caressed it together. But it was not enough. I reached
up, pulled my blouse open and exposed my naked breast to her touch and Karen's
fingers glided over it as if she was polishing a fragile, cherished possession.
My desire for Karen became overwhelming. Whatever women did to other women, I
wanted. I wanted to feel her body next to mine, holding me, squeezing me,
becoming part of me. Reluctantly, I broke our kiss, smiling as Karen's lips
hungrily sought to recapture mine and she groaned a childlike groan of disappoint-
ment. She had a glazed, angelic expression on her face and could barely catch
her breath. I'm sure I was the same. "I want to make love to you," I breathed
and began unbuttoning the last few buttons of my blouse. Karen nodded, unable to
speak or catch her breath, and removed her hand from my breast. As I pulled my
blouse off and untied the belt of my skirt, we kept searching each other's eyes,
ignoring Eric, who, at this point was strangely silent. With my blouse off and
my opened skirt barely draped over my stocking- tops, I reached for Karen's
sweater. Without a word, she raised her arms and allowed me to pull it up over
her head in one motion. Karen's breasts, although much smaller than mine, were
exquisitely shaped and very firm. Her nipples, which were as hard as rosy red
marbles, pointed upwards from the upper slope of her breasts rather than the
tips. "They're beautiful," I whispered to her, drawing my fingertips down her
chest to her stiff, white tipped nipples and guided my fingers around the puffy,
burgundy red circles of her swollen areolas. "Pinch them, Mickey," Eric suddenly
sputtered, focusing the camera into a closeup of Karen's nipples that filled the
TV screen, "pinch 'em, she loves that." Following Eric's instructions, I cupped
Karen's lovely tits in my hands and slid my thumbs and forefingers up to
hernipples, capturing them and squeezing them gently. Karen shut her eyes and
groaned loudly and I leaned in to kiss them. Karen whimpered as I kissed first
her left nipple and then her right, noticing how truly sensitive they were. A
few moments later, I relinquished her nipples and let my fingers drift further
down her taut body to the waistband of her jeans, unbuttoned it and struggled to
get the zipper down. But because we were still sitting in the middle of the bed,
getting it down gracefully was absolutely impossible and we both laughed
nervously. Karen smiled and whispered, "Let me do it." And scrutinizing my eyes,
she got up and stood on the bed next to me and teasingly unzipped her fly. "Now
try it." Grasping the waistband, I wriggled the tight jeans over her hips and
slid them down her slender legs. As I did, her tiny sheer white bikini panties
slid partially down her hips too, unintentionally exposing a fringe of pubic
hair. Karen's first instinct was to grab her panties, but then, after a moment's
hesitation, instead of pulling her panties back up, she subtly turned her body
toward me and sensuously slid them down her legs. Standing over me as she was,
Karen's pussy was no more than six inches from my eyes. And it was beautiful.
Except for a small tuft of wispy, baby fine blonde hair on top, her cunt was as
hairless and smooth as the day she was born. And I was fascinated by it,
transfixed by the sheer, floral beauty of her thick, pouty vaginal lips
glistening with her sweet, fragrant juices. I don't know what possessed me, but
I couldn't control myself. My hands went up behind her and I caressed her small,
firm ass. Then, suddenly, I pulled her hips forward and slowly brushed my lips
through her soft pubic patch. Even more surprised than I was, Karen lost her
breath and shuddered. She had to grasp my head to keep from falling, but rather
than move away, she thrust her hips forward, pushing her cunt harder against my
mouth and I brazenly kissed and nibbled her wet pussy, inhaling her thick, rich,
feminine aroma. It was my very first taste of another woman's cunt. And I was
hooked. Wanting so much more, I withdrew my lips from hers, grabbed her hands
and eased her back down on the bed next to me. As I did, my untied skirt fell
open, finally exposing my flared, sopping pussy to Eric, Karen and the camera.
But I was too far gone to care. Unlike Karen's, my puss is blanketed with an
inordinate tangle of thick black pubic hair. When I was younger, I used to trim
it into a neat triangle, but so many lovers had told me how much they loved my
copious bush, I just let it grow naturally. And now, framed by my lace garter
belt and stockingtops, its effect was not lost on Eric and Karen. When Eric saw
it, he exclaimed, "Oh, shit," and nearly knocked over the camera trying to focus
in on it. Our passions momentarily diverted, we both got up on our elbows and
glanced over to Eric as he valiantly tried to rearrange his massive prick
trapped in his jeans. From the outline on his crotch, I could only imagine the
size of the monster he had hidden away and wondered how petite little Karen
could possibly accommodate him. As Karen lovingly caressed my tits, she glanced
dewey-eyed at her husband and smiled. "Honey," Karen breathed, "why don't you
just take them off. At this point I doubt Mickey would mind, would you?"
"Hardly," I confirmed, barely looking at Eric as I concentrated on the wonderful
feeling of Karen's hands on my tits. "Bless you, lady," Eric exclaimed and in a
flash, he pulled off his shirt, unsnapped his jeans and pulled them off,
literally sighing with relief. When I finally looked back at Eric, I thought I
had died and gone to sex heaven. Eric had the most incredibly beautiful body I
had ever seen. His wide chest was tight and smooth and muscular and tapered to
his perfectly flat stomach and narrow waist. And he had a great ass: high and
round and tight. But what really took my breath away was his cock. Under his
jeans, Eric was wearing a skimpy black nylon thong pouch that did little more
than support his huge balls and direct his stiff prick upwards. But his
gorgeous, ebony pole was so big, at least six or seven inches of it protruded
straight up, out of the pouch, practically reaching his naval. I literally
gasped in astonishment. I tried not to stare, but couldn't help myself. I had
never, never in my life been this aroused. Karen caught me staring and it was
her turn to smile slyly. "Like you said before," she gloated between short,
excited breaths, "nothing beats quantity and quality." And then, teasing my
incredibly sensitive nipples between her fingers, she leaned into me and once
again we began kissing passionately. What followed for the next forty-five
minutes was a complete blur to me. If it wasn't for the video tape which I have
watched countless times, I couldn't possibly remember the details. But the joy
that ensued, the absolute ecstasy of it is still, to this day, unforgettable.
Completely ignoring Eric and the camera, Karen and I kissed incessantly,
hungrily, passionately and then just slowly and sensuously melted into each
other, groaning and whimpering we were both just this side of sobbing for joy.
Our stiff, acutely sensitive nipples met, rubbed each other and then our tits
crushed together. Our bodies glistened with silky perspiration as we squeezed
each other, rolling on the bed our bellies touched, our legs intertwined, our
pubic bones began grinding together, our juices mingled, and still we kissed.
Our hands slid down one another's sweat dampened back and we 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, we both knew how much we wanted each other, but neither of us could
verbalize it. So I made the first move. Pulling away from Karen, I began kissing
and nibbling and licking my way down her beautiful body. Her hands left my ass
and she placed them gently on my head, guiding my descent. My mouth moved
savagely around her tits, licking, lapping, sucking. I found one of her nipples
and drew it deep into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the tip, feeling the
pounding pulse beat in her nipple with my lips. Gently, I bit her nipple, but as
my teeth cautiously sank into her rigid bud, she moaned so loudly I thought I
had hurt her, but then she began gasping the word "yes, yes, yes" over and over
again. And I did the same to her other nipple. With her hands still on my head,
Karen pushed me lower. I began squeezing and tugging her nipples between my
fingers as I trailed my tongue down her flat, salty stomach, stopping at her
little pubic tuft. But Karen's hands were insistent, pushing, urging my face
lower as she parted her thighs widely in anticipation. The sweet, pungent aroma
of her juices filled my nostrils, overwhelming me. For a moment, I just stared
at her beautiful cunt, watching her fragile, inner lips opening like a blooming
rose covered in dew. And I knew I had to have her. Shifting my position, Karen
raised her knees and I moved between them, caressing her soft inner thighs with
my hands. I parted her legs even wider and slowly lowered my head between them.
I then slid my hands beneath her ass, raising her hips slightly, and covered her
pussy with my waiting, eager mouth. And as if it had a mind of its own, my
tongue slowly, tentatively invaded her burning hot, velvety smooth slit. It was
incredible. It was my first taste of pussy and I savored every nuance of it.
Closing my eyes, I slowly drew the tip of my tongue up her labia and then all
the way down to her little pink, puckered asshole. Karen screamed. Her entire
body shuddered. Her hands left my head and slid beneath my mouth she pried her
lips apart and pushed her cunt against my mouth urging me to move deeper into
her. Imagining my tongue was some fantastic cock, I began screwing her with it,
rotating my mouth and tongue hard against her velvety soft pussy as I burrowed
deeper and deeper into her, grinding into her tight, hot tunnel. I closed my
mouth around her hole and began sucking her sweet, slippery juices. Karen
screamed again and I moaned in empathy, knowing exactly what she was feeling.
Her hands flew back and she began thrashing wildly, her whole body bucking as
she rotated her hips harder and harder against my mouth. Karen was on the verge
of cumming and I was never so determined in my life to make a lover cum. Still
lathering her sweet, sensitive slit, I moved my hands up and slowly worked my
middle finger into her. My God was she tight, much tighter than I was. The hot,
dripping walls of Karen's tunnel seemed to grasp and hold my finger as I rotated
it deeper and deeper into her and her hips gyrated wildly against it. Karen
groaned loudly, animalistically, urging me on. Still finger fucking her, my lips
found her inflamed clit and I drew the warm, slippery bud into my mouth.
Furiously, I flicked my tongue over it, back and forth, around and around I was
lost in a virtual feeding frenzy. Each breath Karen drew became louder and more
demanding. Her thighs suddenly clamped so hard on my head my ears rang. Her
hands clawed and pulled my hair. And then, as if time stood still, Karen drew in
one long, loud, screaming breath and froze, her entire body went rigid, waiting,
waiting, waiting...and then she came, screaming, groaning, whimpering, losing
all of her breath at once. And then she came again, crying, locking my head
between her soft thighs. Completely drained, we both rested for a moment, trying
as best we could to breathe. Karen's drenched pussy was still so sensitive, even
the slightest movement of my head caused her entire body to shudder and tremble.
A few moment later, she parted her thighs and I felt her hands on my head,
pulling me up. I slid up her sweat glistening body, folding myself into her
waiting arms and kissing her gently. Karen pulled away slightly and her tongue
washed over my face and lips as she licked her own juices from my flushed skin.
Neither of us could talk. It wasn't necessary. As we lay, body to body, pressed
together in pools of perspiration, I knew I never wanted this night to end. And
then I felt Eric's firm hand on my ass...and joyfully realized that the night
was just beginning. But that's another story... END
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