Amour Au Chocolat

She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the dining room and out onto the terrace, all in a playful manner. The elegant stone patio stretched to the pool and the fire pit area, overlooking the vineyards and rolling hills toward the sea. Red and Karen had rented this place in the South of France for the month. I had been travelling in Italy and Red invited me to come visit. Red I've known in so many ways on and off for many years but Karen I met only once, and it was many years ago.

Our day together at the markets and the winery was great and Karen and I kindled a warm connection. Back at the house, dinner was exquisite and after cocktails and unbelievable wine, we were very close now, her tugging me along, both of us barefoot since before cocktails, us leaving Red to clean up alone.

We were laughing drunkenly, her hand not letting me go, pulling me to the terrace wall. She pulled out a joint, lit it, and took a puff. Each of us had a glass of the incredible wine we were working on that evening.

"Can you believe this view," she exhaled thick smoke, "I could live here forever."

I responded,

"I'm so happy you invited me here, it's gorgeous."

Karen took another puff and looked in my eyes,

"You're gorgeous, Di," she said, "You want some?"

"Oh, stop," I laughed, "Stop."

She led me toward the lounge chairs around the fire pit, burning warmly in the night. She sat down on a soft lounge and pulled me down. I was now seated in front of her, her lips on the back of my head, her legs sticking out around me. She took another toke and wrapped her arms around me, the joint now near my lips. I took a few long puffs. She took a very long pull and turned my head around gently to face her, then pressed her mouth to mine. Exhaling the woozy smoke into my mouth was a wonderful shock. I breathed it in. I felt immediately high, either from the smoke, or simply from her.

I turned around to face her, looked in her beautiful green eyes, and she kissed me again, this time softly. We held the kiss, then our tongues danced. We kissed and touched, drunk and high and so happy. Our mouths explored each other's, teeth, tongues, tastes, hers which I savored. Excitement of the newness, the unknown.

Karen heated up a little and the energy in her kisses increased. Our fingers were intertwined and she pulled my hand to brush against a hard nipple. She took my head in her hands and our mouths connected and swam in tandem. My eyes were closed and without even realizing, Karen had removed her top, her lovely breasts adding to her beauty. She again grabbed my hand to her tit, now in the flesh, but now guided my fingers around her nip.

Karen pulled my head toward her tits, which I was dying to do. I knew where this was headed. I hadn't expected to end up with Karen tonight, what amazing luck. I love fucking Red, but this was a special delicious treat. I didn't know where this would end, and she really seemed to want me, those kisses, the undressing...but I had to pee really bad. I pulled away.

"Di," is something wrong? Are you ok... I thought you were liking this."

"No, no, you don't understand," I tried to explain, "I have to pee, all that wine. I'll be right back."

"Oh no you don't," she protested and yanked me back to her.

Our kissing ensued, now quite a bit hotter than before, our breathing faster. I kissed her all over her lips, her tongue, I kissed her face and sucked on her chin before returning home to that luscious mouth, the lips red and perfectly proportioned. It seemed as though she were eating my face, trying to take it inside her mouth, the embracing lips wide and wanting, it was mouth to mouth combat. She began pinching her own nipples, licking my nose, darting playfully around my eyes. She leaned back on the soft cushions, head on multiple large pillows, a large pile of towels on the ground near us and pulled me on top of her. The kissing grew feverish, our mouths yearning in hunger. The overall scent was pure ecstasy; the rosemary, lavender, and citrus of the surrounding hills in the warm breeze, the smokiness of the fire, the earthen fleshy and sexual heat of Karen rising from her every pore.

I needed to pee so bad now, I felt bursting but felt if I left I would lose the moment, so I held on. We entangled like desperate lovers, which perhaps we were. In the scramble, she somehow cast off her skirt and was glowing naked under me. She wrapped her legs around me and clenched tight, pulling my groin to her center.

Without a thought, still tongue thrashing each other's mouths, I rubbed my hand against her crotch, moist to the touch. She bucked into the movement and I got a finger in her welcoming slit.

"Oh yes, Di, yes," she moaned in my ear, tonguing the lobe.

I should mention that my husband was away most of the summer on business in Asia and South America and I took off to Italy for the month to do some writing and basically be by myself. While I love him dearly, it's been a long time since he's satisfied me and over time I have found women far more wonderful and sexually curious and caring than him. Over the years I have had a few regular female lovers whom I love dearly and see from time to time on my travels, so this was not new to me, but it somehow seemed strangely forbidden.

She guided my hand and a second finger entered her wet quim, gyrating with her rhythm. I began aggressively kissing her deeply and frigging her, meeting her needs.

"You still have your clothes on," she breathed, "you're not playing fair."

"I had no idea how you lost yours, where was I?" I laughed.

"In my head, in my dreams. Di I am so falling in love with you. I feel can lie her forever with you."

The words were sweet and her cunt got wetter and wetter with the frigging. I managed to squirm out of my loose cotton pants, she trying to undo my blouse buttons. I fingered my panties off and kicked them away.

Now, both of us flesh-to-flesh, we were even, and loving.

"Oh Madonna," she said, "Your breasts are perfect Di, I can't believe it. Sorry for women our age, I fear they'll sag to the floor. Yours are gorgeous."

I blushed in the dim light, my lips on her stiff nipple.

"Who's speaking," I looked at her, "Yours are amazingly long and hard," as I sucked on the pink button.

That was all she needed. I jammed my two fingers deep into her love womb and sucked her tit hard, massaging the other one with my free hand. She moved faster against my hand and I knew she was about to come, the rhythm felt right. She thrust her hips into my hand, her breast grew solid in my mouth. She pulled her tit out of my mouth and glued her lips to mine as her first delicate orgasm washed over her. Shaking delicately, her quim wrapped around my fingers, our tongues dancing with the others' and I tasted her body scent, flesh, funk, dank, beauty. My fingers and her cunt were now dripping with her sweet wetness.

"Oh wow Di, I think we've just gotten started," she purred as her breathing came down.

She laid her head on my shoulder and we grabbed each other tightly, my hand deep inside her kitty. Sitting up, she reached around and broke our connection. She took in hand both of our glasses and offered me one. We looked deeply into each other's eyes and slugged a long sip of the wine. We kissed gently and exchanged the drink, which improved an already 98 point vintage.

Still the dominant one, she pushed me down on my back and opened my legs, taking a foot in each hand. My view of her blonde hair falling down, her wonderful elongated breasts hanging down, nips against the cushion, ass up high, hips out, on her knees. I took her head gently and brought her to me, clearly what she want. She nuzzled my crotch with her lips.

"You're beautifully shaved, absolutely clean, wow, you don't mess around," she noticed.

I laughed, "less to keep tidy, I'm lazy."

Her lips brushed my pussy. The sensation, light as a feather, sent jolts to every nerve in my body. Before I could process the feelings, I felt her full lips press against my hole, the tongue flattening all around. Her tongue probed me, entered my cunt and made me wet. I stroked my own clit and rubbed with two fingers. Karen's tongue licked, then sucked on those fingers. They went into my vjay with her tongue, enmeshed. Her mouth and my finger motion stirred my inner core and pleasure shocks began sparking. Feeling my quickening, she moved her mouth over my pee hole and sucked hard.

That was too much and I instinctively jerked back, lovely Karen's head jumped up from between my legs, a look of surprise on her beautiful face. The sucking triggered my bursting bladder, the muscles suddenly released by sexual nerve firings. On my back, a high arc of yellow liquid shot from my cunny, splashing on Karen's blonde hair and running down her neck. She laughed at the surprise shower and lifted her face to the stream, nose, cheeks glistening. I could not stop the flood I was so full. The force continued, even though I was not pumping it out. She opened her mouth, catching my piss, filling it until it flowed out and dribbled over her tits. She swallowed some, then, my pee now slowing but still spraying her torso. Again she locked her mouth on mine, pouring some of my own pee back into me. Mixed with her saliva, it tasted sweet and thick.

She hungrily threw her head into my pussy and, turning around, lowered her body around my head, us now 69, her on her knees, crotch above my face. I tore into her cunt, it was dripping wet with my pee, but the hole felt slimy and lovingly slippery. My tongue licked up and down, circled the cave and teased every one of her folds. I devoured her honeypot, my nose taking in the ripe and dank scent of her heaving anus.

"Ohhhh, Di, you are so good," she whispered as I felt something similar in my womb.

She was licking me silly, a finger now tracing my ass crack. She teased my brownie, rubbing it gently. Then, pulling my cheeks apart, her tongue kissed my anus, the sensations tingling and electric. It ran circles over and over and then she began probing. Her tongue was digging deep into my asshole, there are no words. She spat heavily into my ass, and her finger started pushing.

"Ugggh," I yelled, "Yes, go, go, deep, go....yessss."

Up to the second knuckle, I felt her move it up and down, feeling my insides. Her tongue was back on my cunny, lapping around the clit and the slit. She started rhythmically pumping her finger, my ass relaxing and I think my G-spot coming alive. I humped into her face rhythm, us moving in synch.

Taking a cue from her, I moved my mouth higher up and kissed her asshole hard, my tongue darting straight into the spider's eye. She responded immediately, the hole sucking in and opening wider. I dove in, licking and probing and sucking her ass as it heaved to and fro. I felt her hands frigging her cunt while I began working her pooper. It was loose and open, I inserted my middle finger, which was swallowed up quickly. I tried adding my index finger, which she didn't resist. Two fingers now in her ass, right over my face, cunt dripping in my mouth. The feelings were indescribable.

Between our fingering each other's asses and the mutual pussy eating, my core sensations returned and waves of buildup surrounded my lower body, shuddering into my vagina and anus as an explosive orgasm shook through me. I shuddered and twisted my fingers deeper into Karen, my mouth trying to cover her asshole and fingers as I came.

She wasn't far behind and she came similarly, shaking into my face, which was drinking everything in. Gobs of pussy snot syruped into my mouth, briny and sweaty. I devoured them on my lips. We held each other tight in that position, faces deep in each other's cunts, fingers still buried in asses. She collapsed on me, her knees giving way. I slowly slid my fingers out of her, as she did similarly.

There was some slightly caked chocolate on my fingers. I didn't want to embarrass Karen, and I found it too sexy for words, so I sucked them clean. The taste was a perfumed bitterness, a little sour, but full of funk. Some stuck to the back of my teeth and I ran my tongue along, tasting her more profoundly. She broke our hold, and turned around, lying over me, kissing me deeply.

"You taste deliciously like shit, I love you Di, I totally love you," she said, "that's mine isn't it?"

"It was on my fingers, I didn't want to tell you."

She responded by taking my fingers in her mouth and sucking, trying to find any remaining pieces.

Our kisses resumed, I just loved kissing her and being kissed by her, the sensuality was beautiful and heartful, and horny as hell. She rolled over on her side and thrust her ass out, one knee over the other. She grabbed my hand and led my middle finger to her puffed-out wet asshole. I pushed in easily, pumping it gently. She contracted her ring and I popped out. Immediately, the hole opened, glistening red and dark. I jammed my tongue into her crater, slopping every crevice and fold. She moaned sensuously.

My finger returned, and she pulled my hand deeper, asking for more. My index finger in her butt now, she heaved outward.

"Your hands are so elegant, so slender, I want them in me," she whispered.

I added another finger, now three inside my lovely Karen and she loved it. She moaned, the ass stretched but comfortable. I pumped with intent and she responded, pushing out and sucking in rhythm.

"I want your hand, your fist, I can do it, it won't hurt, I promise"

I had never done this and feared for the pain I might cause, but her moaning suggested she was loose enough and really wanted more. She reached around and guided my fourth finger in, reassuring me I wasn't going to hurt her. She then folded my thumb behind the other fingers and I spat a thick wad onto the shining ring. She pulled me into her rectum without resistance. In a single moment my hand was up her ass, only my wrist showing, it just disappeared into her bowels.

"Uggh... ohhhhhhhhh, pompe-moi profondément," she murmured, switching to French in her heat.

"je te veux tellement," I responded in my broken French about how badly I wanted her.

She started pumping my fist, rather than the other way around. Following her lead, I put in some strength, pushing deep into her rectum. She was well lubricated and my arm went in and out smoothly, it seemed she used her ass a lot. Her moaning and breathing quickened and she called out,

"Je t'aime précieux, continue," begging me not to stop. "I love feeling you fill me up, ohhhhh, twist it," she commanded.

I turned it gently back and forth and her pumping met the rhythm, her own hand grinding her distended clit. Getting close to yet another orgasm, she pulled back, sliding my hand out.

"I want to come in your mouth," she explained, returning ourselves to our clasped 69 position, her dripping cunt over mouth, beautifully violated anal flower over my nose, a glistening raw red mouth with dark brown lipstick, opening for my kisses.

She squatted hard on my face, rubbing her clit on my chin into my tongue. We picked up the recent rhythm and her breathing again quickened, stabbing two fingers into my asshole while she lapped my kitty deep. The natural response of us both upon each other, picking up cues and moving as dancers sensual and loving. She cries out and comes yet again, drenching my mouth and face with her funk and thick cunt cream. Salty and sweet, my dear Karen's scent all over my lips and tongue. I lap and lick, sucking her engorged clit, then back into her slit. As she shudders, I slam two fingers back up her ass, which she greets with pleasure, pushing into them. I slop them around as she comes.

Her orgasm causes her to mouth my pussy, seeking to pleasure me simultaneously, tongue in and out of every hole in the vicinity. Still in her crisis, she fingers my asshole fast and deeper, scooping the inner walls for treasure. Pulling out her finger, she sucks on it while kissing my asshole as she climaxes.

I drink in everything she gives me and I feel the beginning of the rise, this time coming from my bowels deep. Karen is writhing still and trying to kiss me everywhere in my crotch. Her mouth has frothed my pussy, I'm tingling in my toes and it begins running up my inner legs.

"Oh my my, looky her," Red chuckles, coming upon us in the fading light, splayed out 69-ing each other, tongues and fingers in cunts and asses, two sloppy houseguests. He gazes down at us, holding a snifter full of golden liquor.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt, I had no idea... I brought you some fine cognac as a nightcap, but it seems you've beat me to it," he chuckles, self-satisfied watching these two beautiful women nakedly consume each other.

We stopped, taken aback by the interruption, breathlessly, and sat up together, panting and wet. We each took a glass, both irritated but happy to comply. Taking a sip, it was divine, vintage, smooth, heavenly, I passed to Karen. We savored the liquor, and Karen lit up her joint again, passing it around. She turned toward me, both of us on our knees facing each other, and locked her mouth back onto mine; the familiarity was soothing.

Red watched all of this and caught Karen's eye, which softened and beckoned him.

"Oh, Red," she gazed at him with her wistful and sensual eyes, "You want to play with us?"

She lay me down on my back and pulled my legs high again, sitting square on my face full weight, the slimy nastiness returning, my mouth hungering for more of her. Red removed his loose evening pants and shirt, standing naked above us.

As I dig into her engorged cunny, I feel a warm salty wetness drip off Karen, her mouth back in my cunt, finding the rhythm we lost. She sits up abruptly to catch Red's fresh piss hosing down on us, another surprise. He places his nozzle in her mouth and she drinks directly, slurping and spilling everywhere. It pours down her now onto my face, buried in her crotch. Salty and hot, inviting him to our party.

He moves around to my head and kneeling behind my head he pushes his cock between my mouth and her pussy, which I'm licking furiously. A short piss stream fills my throat and runs down my chin, pooling around my hair. I take him in fully and tongue his wonderful love rod, which grows hard, filling my cheeks. I know this cock, it's been inside every one of my holes, everywhere, but it's been a long time, over a year. I just wanted to drink it all, remembering the gallons of sticky cum I swallowed in my 20s, I can taste it now, all these years later, something I just miss. I suck him harder and he moves slowly back and forth. He quickens his pace, rubbing the back of my throat with the swollen head. I was afraid he'd pop his cork right then and there, and I wanted him to fully enjoy whatever he wanted, but deep down I wanted his cum in my body, I wanted his seed to power wash my insides.

I gently eased him out and he complied. He's been living this month with and no doubt fucking this gorgeous Karen every French moment and pleasing her in every way possible I imagine. This is verified by his moving behind her and repositioning her hips higher, my head and mouth still under her glistening crotch, and he enters her from behind, pushing into her womb. Instinctively I take his hanging sack in my mouth and tongue the hairy purse as he pumps gently. She is heaving slowly but now aggressively licking my cunt and has a finger back up my asshole, she's trying to pull my legs back, widening my nether access.

Red is moving slowly and he groans as I lick and suck his balls. I move a bit and push my nose in his asshole, taking in the electric deep man funk scent. Our bodies already are a little smeared with our girl mud, so his odor just mixes in. I tongue his hole and it meets me, pushing into my lips. His breathing quickens as he fucks Karen deeper and harder; she's quickening her pace and riding a new orgasmic buildup.