My current live-in girlfriend, Cara, and I were sitting down to an intimate Friday evening candlelight dinner, which we then planned to develop into a romantic candlelit evening in our bed. We had just made a major purchase which had been delivered that morning, a spectacular reproduction mahogany four poster Victorian bed. We had every intention of inaugurating it tonight.
Cara is about my age, 40 something, around 5'5" and 140 pounds. Cara has shoulder length wavy brunette hair, is extremely attractive, and has a mature body. I don't mean that she is obese or flabby. To the contrary, she keeps herself in spectacular shape. But she has had a couple of children (now young adults themselves) and is no high school cheerleader. She has prominent breasts, I would say a large "C" cup, with small breast implants to keep them firm. I know what you're thinking, but if she didn't tell you about them, you would never (and I do mean never) know of their existence. Her nipples are small and a bit pointy, but become very prominent when aroused. Her right nipple is pierced. Her hips are ample and round, not fat, but these are a mature woman's hips made for some serious pounding with plenty of curves. Cara keeps her pubic hair cut very short and neatly trimmed, as she still favors sexy laced underwear. She regularly tans in a studio in town, and beneath her clothes displays a most intriguing collection of tan lines. Cara is, in a word, a smoking hot MILF, and no male breathing would argue the point with me.
We had just sat down to enjoy our meal when there was a loud and strident knocking at the door. It turned out to be Amelia, a lovely young vixen who is a student at the college where I teach. Not, I might add, my student. I teach a completely different discipline than she is studying, so there is no chance of that happening. Amelia is about 5'8" tall and 120 pounds, slim with an erect carriage and straight back, just past 20 years old. She has a firm, small, tight little ass on top of long, stunning legs. Her breasts are probably a "B" cup, not all that large, but they compliment her body well. Her small breasts have very large and prominent nipples, which are nearly always erect and stiff. Her nipples are much too big for her breasts, and quite sensitive.
Amelia has extremely long, curly, red hair and an absolute gorgeous face, a natural pale complexion decorated with a fascinating splash of freckles. She lets her pubic hair grow naturally, and since it grows fine, sparse and red, the effect is quite fetching. Amelia had experienced terrible prior problems with boyfriends and an incredibly boring sex life when we were introduced, and since then I have been informally tutoring her. It is strictly sexual, she knows about Cara and Cara knows about her, and Amelia dates around regularly, although usually with disastrous results. Several times a month Amelia schedules an appointment to visit my bedroom, and I introduce her nubile young body to a new adventure, technique or experience. I should note, with some pride, that the young lady's sexual repertoire has been expanding with considerable success, as she is a most adept and willing scholar.
Needless to say, Amelia was not scheduled to stop past the house this evening, and I was surprised to see her standing on my doorstep. I was even more concerned to see that she had been crying, and tears were still trickling down her beautiful cheeks. It developed, through deep sobs and hiccups, that Amelia was (as usual) having boy problems and needed to talk badly. She seemed to be quite upset, and there was nothing to be done but for Cara and I to invite her inside. We finally got her calmed down and talked through the whole story, and she started to feel better. We had finally gotten her problem resolved (at least for the time being), but it simply wouldn't do to shove her out the door. With a whisper in my ear, Cara instructed me to leave the candles lit and added an extra plate and glass of wine. Cara and I finally resumed our interrupted romantic dinner, now joined by an additional guest seated at the table.
After our meal I left to use the restroom, and then had to field a university telephone call, and when I returned Cara and Amelia were passionately kissing and embracing. I had no idea what kicked this off, but on the other hand I saw no need to spoil a good thing once it was started, so I just sat back and enjoyed the really quite spectacular festivities that were unfolding before my eyes. They went at it for a while, with their respective garments in increasing disorder and threatening to be discarded at any moment in a most promiscuous manner. Amelia's nipples were prominently protruding from the front of her barely buttoned, tight sweater.
Cara stood up, out of breath, flushed and glowing, and took Amelia's hands, "I think we need to take this show to the bedroom."
I was suddenly glad that I had just purchased a brand new king sized bed. I lagged behind to turn the thermostat up, secure the house, and ensure that all the candles in the kitchen were blown out. Meanwhile, Amelia and Cara kept feeling each other up, necking and fondling, and they vanished down the candle lit hallway that led to our bedroom. I hastened to complete my domestic chores, to be rewarded with an extremely interesting trail of discarded female attire scattered down the hallway. Relishing the lacy garments scattered erotically across the floor, I snuffed the last candle in the hallway, throwing it into darkness, and stepped into our bedroom to be greeted by a most intriguing little scene.
The candles remained lit in the bedroom, and it was bathed in a muted, fluttering orange glow. Amelia was on her back, Cara on top, both entirely naked and locked into a furious session of "69." I got undressed and watched the two beautiful women, contrasting in every conceivable manner, MILF and sorority, freckles and tan lines, experience and enthusiasm, rounded and slender. Their hands were everywhere, wet slurping noises, damp kisses, gasps and sighs, whispered instructions, the sound of two bodies moving against each other. I could see Amelia's red hair spread out below Cara's hips, and could see Cara suddenly start thrusting hard against the bed. When she arched her back up with her eyes shut and biting her lip, grinding her hips urgently against Amelia's face, only to suddenly stop and harshly cry out, I knew she had just come. The girls rolled over, with Amelia's hair a red cascade over Cara's crotch, and Amelia's tight little ass grinding against Cara's face. Cara's hands were busy, caressing curves, pulling things apart, fondling and stroking. Amelia started jerking her hips in spasms and I could see her nipples rigidly excited. Amelia started crying out "oh oh oh oh oh" in little girl noises, and then in an instant her hips jerked hard and Amelia wailed loudly "Oh God Oh" and I knew that she had just come hard.
The two women shifted so that they could kiss lightly while they caught their breath.
Cara looked at me from underneath Amelia's tight white thigh, "Why don't you join us, Daniel?"
I didn't need to be told twice, and next thing I knew hands and lips and kisses and strokes and fondles and tweaks and sucking and fingering and licking were everywhere. I discovered myself on my back propped up on some pillows, with Amelia at my crotch giving me an absolutely champion blow job. This was a fringe benefit of my earlier bedroom instructions, for when we met Amelia had never given another man a blow job. She had stroked a few youth's cocks while parking, but that was the extent of her experience. After a number of absolutely delightful nights, Amelia had shown promise of becoming a fine little cocksucker. However, she had never taken me completely into her mouth, much less deep throat me. I was stunned and surprised, therefore, to discover that Amelia had just worked my cock all the way down her throat.
Amelia was furiously sucking on me, her right hand at the base of my cock, and the other hand fondling my balls. Cara was now behind and between Amelia's legs, I watched her over Amelia's back and red hair, licking her pussy, her hands busy. I reached back and grasped the front bedposts, enjoying the view over the back of Amelia's head while she worked on my cock, feeling the young girl tighten or stiffen or twitch as my talented girlfriend brought her to another series of multiple orgasms. Cara must have taken pity, for she eased off and soon I felt an orgasm of my own beginning to build. As if on cue, Cara looked up from Amelia's thin curly red hair and requested, "Amelia when he comes, jerk him off onto your breasts and those lovely hard nipples of yours."
Amelia was more than willing to oblige Cara's request, given that she had her tongue on her clit, a finger on her g-spot and a finger up her ass. Amelia tightened her left hand around my scrotum, feeling the balls preparing to blast a load of cum down Amelia's throat. I was incredibly turned on by Amelia's unexpected and wildly enthusiastic sucking, and just laid my head back and closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling. Amelia kept me in her throat until almost the last minute. When my hips started arching off the bed she slipped my cock out from between her lips and with her right hand began to furiously jerk me off. I lasted for about ten seconds, and blasted a load of hot white cum all over her left nipple with a few clinging shots landing on her erect right nipple. I came so hard that I pulled the front of the bed nearly off the floor!
The sight of a full cum load dripping all over Amelia's beautiful rigid big nipples was too much for Cara, and she returned with a old vintage Polaroid that we kept on hand for just such contingencies, and snapped three shots of Amelia displaying her cum soaked tits for the camera, one for each of us.
