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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...
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