Marta V04

[Ellen] walked up alongside me, Ted in her left arm, and reached down and grabbed my cock through my pants with her right.

"This goes nowhere without my express permission, mister."

I laughed, kissed her, and said OK.

Five weeks later, we were in our sweat- and milk-soaked bed. Ellen was straddling me in reverse cowboy, her breasts bobbing and dribbling milk as I fucked her for maybe the fourth time with my Viagra-hardened cock as Marta knelt over my legs, cum dripping from her pussy and lube from her asshole, and licked Ellen's clit and the base of my shaft as I pushed deep into Ellen as she launched into maybe her eighth orgasm of the evening -- I'd lost count.

How had we wound up here? Well...

That morning at breakfast, I said "I won't see her again this week."

I had to fly back to NYC for the second week of the conference.

Emily looked thoughtful. She rubbed her nose and looked at me.

"No. See her. Fuck the hell out of her. But she has to agree to come visit."

"Excuse me?"

"She doesn't get to just fuck you."

I looked at her and wondered. Was she going to fuck her or hurt her?

Sunday I flew back. To be honest, I was a little excited at the prospect of seeing Marta. And a little anxious about whether she'd be willing to come to California.

The conference burned my attention Monday and Tuesday. Tuesday afternoon, I texted.

Hey.

Hey. she replied.

Dinner?

I asked.

just dinner?

Or...and?

We made a date to meet at PJ Clarke's.

I spent the afternoon trying to decide what I wanted to happen, and then realized it was pretty much out of my power -- what was going to happen was going to happen.

We met at 6:30 at the bar. She grabbed me from behind, spun me around, and hugged me.

"Well, I'm glad to see you too!" I shouted over the noise in the bar.

I bought her a glass of wine and a whiskey for myself.

We stood in the crowd at the bar and sipped our drinks and looked at each other.

"Want to skip dinner? I have some stuff at home."

"We should talk. First."

"We can talk there."

We walked out and grabbed a cab.

She gave her address and then we were silent.

We walked up to her apartment and went in.

She pulled out some cheese and crackers and we sat at the table.

"Are you in trouble?" she asked.

"Nah. Ellen and I have ... a somewhat complicated relationship."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, once in grad school, she sent a girlfriend to my apartment. She'd told her I was good in bed."

"I can see why..."

"Ha ha. Apparently they got together over dinner the next day and compared notes."

"...I could do that with her."

"I think that's what she wants to do. I'm free to spend the night here. But you have to agree to come to California soon."

She looked at me, questioning.

I shrugged. "I have no idea."

"Could be interesting."

"You guys ever done it with another woman?"

"Um, once or twice."

"Tell."

"You ever done it with a couple?"

"No. A woman or two."

"Tell?"

"You first."

"We were at a club once."

"And?"

"Ellen met a woman at the bar and started dancing with her. Then the three of us started dancing."

"And?"

"The three of us found a janitorial supply closet. Ellen pulled the woman's dress up and started fingering her. Then she told her to suck me.

So while Ellen fingerbanged her pussy, she gave me a blowjob. Right after I came in her mouth, she came on Ellen's hand.

Then Ellen licked her fingers and gave them to me.

Shit -- we were STD testing for six weeks after that one."

"Sounds sexy though."

"It was."

"What else? Tell me."

"Take your clothes off and I'll tell you."

She was wearing a sweater over another flowing, colorful skirt.

She did a slow striptease for me, and ended up standing nude in a pile of her clothes.

She raised her hands and arms and ran them through her fine shoulder length hair. A little blonder than Ellen's dirty-blonde, finer and straighter, cut in a bob as opposed to Ellen's layered waves. Doing that pushed her breasts forward, round and soft, sagging just a little, with light tan nipples and aureoles the size of half-dollars on the pale skin and light veins that covered her breasts. The nipples pointed up, and had crinkled into hard nubs. They were bigger than Ellen's; maybe a handful and a half. It took all my willpower not to lean forward and lick them.

She was short, maybe 5' 3" to my 5' 9" and slender, with narrow shoulders and fine collarbones, a narrow waist, and an utterly flat belly, dropping to the patch of honey-blonde fur between her legs. Her hips flared to curve down to her thighs and ass. Her legs were a bit long for her height, with slender thighs and calves. She had just a bit of a gap between her thighs, and I finally couldn't stand it any more, and stepped toward her and ran my hand up the inside of her leg to the wetness and hair between her legs.

She stepped back and told me to undress as well. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my socks (I hate the no pants and socks look), and pulled off my sweater and polo, and then dropped my pants and underwear.

I'm maybe 175, a little thicker than I was in college, but at least some of it is muscle from the gym. I was very hard, and while I know my cock isn't huge, it's just a little longer and thicker than average -- or so I'm told.

She stepped into my arms and we kissed, then she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I held her with one arm, and with the other guided my cock into her willing pussy. I slid deeply into her, bent a little but still pushing against the plastic cup of her birth-control device.

We stood there for a moment, and then she managed to lever herself up and down on me just enough to make both of us groan, and then I walked us to the sofa lay myself down with her on top of me, and she slid up and down my hardness as I caressed her breasts, and pulled gently on her swollen nipples.

She pushed herself down on me and stopped.

"Tell me about the other time."

I'd been focused on the fucking and lost track of the conversation. "Huh?"

She squeezed my cock with her vagina.

"The other time Ellen and you fucked someone else."

"Oh. Well. Now?"

She squeezed me again. "Yes."

"I had this lawyer. Ellan and I were in the Bay Area, and he was with his girlfriend. We drove down together. Ellen sucked me off in the car and the girlfriend fingered her."

"Like the girl in the club"

"Sort of... Anyway when we got to LA, we had dinner at the girlfriend's place, and the lawyer gave us some opium."

"How was that?"

"Interesting...I'd do it again. So Ellen and I got horny and so we went to the bedroom and fucked. As we did they came in and watched."

Marta slid up and down. "How were you doing it?"

"Like this, but Ellen was sitting up, and we were partly wrapped in the blankets."

Marta sat up and started grinding on me.

I had to pause for a moment and take her hips and push into her.

"So the four of you fucked?" she asked.

"Pretty much."

"Did you and he...?"

"Indirectly. We both fucked each of the woman pussy and ass."

"You DP'ed them?"

"Yeah."

I reached around her hips, and swirled my fingertip on the juices puddled at our join, then drove my finger into her ass to the second knuckle. She arched her back and closed her eyes. I drove harder into her and she responded by driving down onto me hard enough and then I felt her asshole tighten around my finger and a moment later, her pussy clenched and held me as she groaned and then it released me and spasmed five or six times.

That was enough to send me over the edge and I arched my back and trashed a bit as I pushed into her and spasmed feeling the slippery cum spray deep into her and the head of my cock get bruised a bit against her cervical cap.

She was draped over me, breathing hard with just the beginnings of sweat dampening her back.

I lay back and tried to catch my breath.

I softened inside her but stayed hard enough to stay in her.

She raided her head and looked at me. "Tell me about it."

"The DP's? OK. Lawyer-guy had a really small cock. After Ellen and I fucked each other, we fucked them. I don't think it worked for her. Then she got some lube from the bedstand, and took him in her ass, sitting on him like she was doing reverse cowboy. The girlfriend licked her pussy and got a few good orgasms for her, then I started fucking her pussy."

"Could you feel his cock?"

"Yeah."

"Was it exciting?"

"Weird, but yes. And Ellen was losing her mind. She had two orgasms right after each other. The second one just destroyed her. I pulled out and started fucking Laura, the girlfriend.

She was straddling me, and the lawyer pulled out of Ellen and started fucking Laura in the ass as I was fucking her. I felt him cum into her ass, and then she came really hard."

"Could you really feel him come?"

"Oh yeah. Very much so. Then after he pulled out, I pulled out of her, put some lube on, and started fucking her in the ass. It was full of lube and cum already and Laura and I both had orgasms that felt like they lasted ten minutes. Maybe that was the opium."

Telling the story had made me hard again. I pulled Marta off me. "Turn around. I want to 69 you."

She pivoted around and took my cock in her mouth. I pulled her legs over my shoulders and pulled her pussy down to my face. I wanted to see it.

Her pussy still gaped just a bit, showing the dark pink lining and drops of her juices and my cum gathering at the edges of her lips. The inner lips were bright pink and barely stuck out past the outer ones, which were lightly furred with dark golden hair.

I ran my tongue deeply between her lips and felt her tiny hard clit.

She tasted like musk, spermicide, and cum. I tired to pick out her flavor and resolved that I needed to eat her before she put her cap in next time.

She took me deep into her mouth, but couldn't take me into her throat. But she made up for that with her active lips and tongue and in a moment I had to consciously pull myself back from cumming. I went to work on her pussy with my tongue and lips, and I was rewarded with her juices flowing more strongly, and her clit growing as I lightly ran my tongue around it.

And then in a moment, she clamped my head with her thighs and pulled her mouth off me and came.

I felt her thighs quiver and as I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy, felt it move. I loved my mouth slightly and she flinched. "Too soon!" she said.

Then she took me back in her mouth and used the juices on my cock and her dripping saliva to lubricate the hand she put around the base of my cock and started jerking me off as she tongued the head of my cock. In a moment I felt it swell and the precum dripping into her mouth. She sucked harder as her hand cupped my balls and suddenly I was arching my back and spurting into her mouth as she swallowed.

As the spasms stopped and I relaxed back onto the sofa she lifted her mouth from me. I heard her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. "Not bad for the second time," she said.

"Pretty damn good from down here."

"OK, I'll come to California."

"Good."

"I can't wait," she said, and lay relaxed on me, her head at my crotch, and her legs draped over my shoulders.