I knew Dee was bisexual before I met her. She and her best friend had been to bed several times in high school, and even shared a boyfriend a few times. I hadn't had the pleasure of both of them before..., although I did come home one night, and after kissing Dee, could tell that they'd been to bed earlier.
It was New Years Eve, and Dee asked me what we were going to do to celebrate. I had planned a nice dinner, perhaps a stage show or dancing, then back home to screw our brains out. When I explained, and asked why she wanted to know several weeks in advance, she simply smiled and suppressed a giggle, her eyes twinkling with an impish gleam. Luckily, New Years Eve fell on a Friday, and reservations made, we dolled ourselves up and went out for the evening.
Dinner at a fine restaurant and dancing at a local hot-spot kept us laughing and in a good mood. As we drove home, Dee sitting next to me, leaned over and caressed my thigh with her fingernails, sending a shiver through me.
"You still want to fuck my brains out tonight?" She cooed.
I said yes, I would happily keep her wet and jumping all night long. When Dee came, no one could doubt that she wasn't faking. Her tendency to "let go" in bed meant that she was prone to outbursts of very erotic (and sometimes downright dirty) talk, as well as moaning and thrashing wildly about the bed.
Arm in arm, we climbed the stairs to my apartment, and once inside, we kissed passionately for several long moments, running our hands over each other and bringing desire to a boil. Dee broke the kiss and knelt straight down, unzipping my pants in the entry hall. She pulled my hardening cock out of my pants and slipped it into her mouth. Tonguing the underside of the head, and teasing me, I felt my balls tingle and her wet mouth sliding like wet velvet over my shaft. I pulled her up to me and kissed her long and hard, my tongue exploring her mouth, teasing her tongue to follow mine back, squeezing her tits through her blouse. As I knelt in the hall, lifting her dress, she leaned back against the wall, bending her knees and spreading her thighs. I moved the hem of her dress up, and stared straight at her naked blonde pussy. She had been dressed in a garter belt and stockings, without panties, all night. I looked up at her, my warm breath tickling her bush, and she smiled that special way of hers, telling me she did it for our pleasure. I dove into her soft moist pussy, licking the glistening drops of cream from her bush. My tongue parted her moist lips, feeling the warmth of her, tasting her sweet eagerness. I circled her clit several times, holding on to her thighs when she tried to lower herself against my tongue. She pulled me up and kissed me long and hard, showing me how very hot her passions had become. She pulled a scarf from her pocket, smiling at me.
"Stand still." She said. "I have a surprise for you."
She used the scarf as a blindfold and led me into the darkened bedroom. I figured she'd gone out and bought some sexy clothes for me to take off of her. I heard matches striking, and the fragrance of scented candles impinged on my senses.
"Setting the mood" I thought.
She stood next to me, kissing me lightly on the cheek, her bare breast touching my arm. Slowly, she began to undress me. Making me feel every fiber move against my skin. Telling me to stay still, not to reach for her. She removed my shirt, gliding her hands lightly over my chest, tickling the hairs around my nipples. She removed the belt from my pants, slowly pulling it through the belt loops, making a long hissing sound as it slid against the fabric. She knelt and started untying my shoes, helping me out of them, sliding my socks off my feet. Her hands unfastened the snap at my waist, my zipper already undone, with my cock, hard and straight standing, waiting to be touched. She stopped and breathed into my ear, her tongue tracing the edge, warm and wet.
"Just a second." She said softly.
I heard her climb onto the bed, moving around on the sheets. My pants were pushed away from my hips, and I could feel her hair against my bare thighs as she lifted one leg, then the other out of my pants. Hands caressed my thighs, sliding up under the legs of my boxer shorts, fingernails lightly raking under my boxer shorts. Lips closed around the end of my shaft, with a tongue lightly caressing the head of my cock.
"Tease." I muttered.
Hands quickly pulled my shorts off, making me naked and blind in the fragrant darkness. I moved to the bed, and her hands pushed me back against the pillows. I could feel the warmth of her body near me and I longed to reach out and stroke her.
"Just lay back and enjoy this." She purred.
More movements as she positioned herself on the bed. Again lips encircled the head of my cock, tongue swirling, wet and warm. The velvety smoothness caused me to moan softly, and I could feel her warm breath against my skin. All at once she swallowed my cock, deeply, into her throat. She'd never before been able to 'throat' my seven inches, and I gasped loudly as her lips tickled the hairs at the root. Rising slowly, lips tight against me, she flicked her tongue back and forth over the muscular ridge under my cock. I moaned my pleasure, letting her know I enjoyed this and wanted more. My hands reached out, only to be slapped away. I laid back and enjoyed the sensation of my cock being swallowed over and over. Slowly. Lovingly. She began to move quickly, her lips lightly touching the shaft, her saliva making moist noises as she changed directions.
Using only her mouth, she pumped my cock up and down, her efforts shaking the bed. Several fast strokes would be followed by a long plunge. Taking me deep into her throat, she'd pause, letting me know how deep I was, feeling the tightness of her mouth. The velvety smooth, slick skin in the back of her throat caressed the head of my cock, feeling sooo very nice. Then she would pull up quickly, and repeat her fast strokes, again, only to plunge long and deep. She didn't touch me except with her mouth. Her hands I could feel near me on the bed, her hair not touching me as it normally would. Lacking any other distractions, my world consisted of my cock and her mouth, eagerly trying to suck me off. I could feel my cock trying to stiffen even more, as my balls tightened and tingled.
"Unnghh...I'm...gonna...cum!" I panted.
Her pace quickened, her saliva dripped onto my balls, feeding the fires in theminstead of quenching them. My hips moved up, a primitive instinct taking over control. I want to come in her mouth, give her all of my sperm, never wanting to stop. The dam broke and the floods came. Sperm rushed from my cock as she held me about half way into her mouth. Spasms wracked my body as come surged from me. After the fourth surge, I felt her let go and put my spurting rod against her chest, rubbing me back and forth until I spent myself. Breathing heavily and moaning, I began to relax, to drift into that warm "afterglow" of total contentment and relaxation.
I felt her hips move over mine, as she sat just over my lower stomach. Her hands untying the blindfold. As the scarf fell away, revealing her slim form and pale skin in the flickering candlelight, I looked at her smiling above me, wearing only her garter belt and stockings. As she sat, almost grinning at me, I realized that her chest and tits were dry, yet they should have been shiny and wet with white drops of come.
"Did you like that?" She laughed huskily.
"Mmmmm, yessss!" I replied, still feeling the "glow".
In a sudden motion, she moved off of me, laying on her side next to me.
"You'd better thank her then." Dee laughed.
I looked down, and laying alongside my legs, I saw Karen, Dee's best friend and lover, naked, except for a red bow tied around her neck, her breasts twinkling wetly in the dim light, her tongue licking her lips. She smiled at me, her light brown hair seeming to glow as a candle's light tried to weave its way through.
"Happy New Year!" Dee laughed, kissing me on the cheek.
I grabbed her and kissed her back, hard and rough, as much to thank her as to tell her that I'd wished I'd known it wasn't her. Sitting up, I pulled Karen to me and kissed her too, tasting the salty remnants of my come on her tongue.
"That, sweetheart, " I said to Karen, "is for that tremendous headjob!"
