"My tongue licked her [145] labia, tasting the ripened remains of our adventures. The taste was richer [146] than last night, but just as exhilarating. Once my tongue pushed her swelling lips open, her incredibly lusty aroma filled my lungs and shutdown my mind. Feasting on your wonderful scent mixed with your luscious taste, mmmm... I swear I had another [147] little orgasm. My thumb automagically found her clit and stirred it the new ways my new darling lover [148] showed us. We both moaned, then Sue's eyes jerked open wide. It took her a second to see where she was and what I was doing before pulling my head hard into her fragrant and tasty puss. She reacted just as you said and climbed quickly to a muffled orgasm. With renewed vigor, I lapped up the flow of her refreshed juices. Not only did I love [149] the sex, but I felt the gratification you described at giving so much joy to someone I love. I better shut up. You next, Sue."
"OK. I'll try to keep this short. But, I have to finish what you started, sis. Startled is the least of it! My prudish, germ phobic sister was lapping my pussy to wake me. Your tongue in my mouth and on my nipples registered as a wonderfully warm sense of euphoria. After she so skillfully made me cum, I had her lay across the foot of the bed and spread for me. I teased her by licking up her legs to where they join, then along the outside of one lip, past her clit and up her tight belly. She griped that I was being mean, but I moved on to her generous tits. This was the first time I caressed them with lust [150]. I was surprised by how sensual and silky they felt compared to the last time I rubbed them years ago, soon after they bloomed. Her nipples felt different from mine too and I loved them - the way they looked, felt, tasted and smelled of your distinctive musk.
"They spiked for me with just the slightest nibbling and sucking, then puckered into goose bumps when I continued north. While squeezing and pulling them, I found her eager mouth. Without hesitation, [151] she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Her enthusiasm was contagious. We were quickly moaning together and I desperately wanted her to cum at my attentions. One hand held her head to me, the other warmed and pinched a nipple, and a knee pressed her clit from side to side. She was already so aroused, she came in minutes. Only my tongue in her mouth kept her from waking the dead. We collapsed, sweating, on each other and shared a tender, loving [152] kiss. I suggested I get my toys and continue, but Lois asked me to hold them for later, when we were all awake. Wasn't that sweet of her?
"Just telling that made me gush some. OK, back to the question, I uh, confess that
I was ready to leave my husband a year ago because I thought he was too prudish to let me get a little wild.
Can you imagine that now? Sometimes truth hurts. I felt too 'adored', loved too much since I knew I wasn't deserving. Lois, you've only had three men in your twenty-eight years, but I had my first at fourteen and had about thirty by my nineteenth birthday. All were my choice, though I made four feel they were forcing me. I needed something and thought throwing myself at all those men, and four women, sucking their cocks and cunts, would make me feel better about myself. It never did.
"Only my man here tried to understand and help me, even at personal cost. He was brought up 'old world', so nearly everything I did had to be horrible for him. I knew that and pushed for more anyway, trying to shove him away and make him leave me. I would never admit this before, but as you said, nothing but truth this weekend. I knew I was undecided about many things and despite fucking thirty guys many thousands of times I lacked several key experiences.
"Though I had many orgasms, their cocks didn't satisfy me. So I wondered if I were actually gay. You know with me it has, um had, to be black or white. I wondered for years, even tried it once, at sixteen, with a friend, but felt too terrified to believe it. I've masturbated since I was ten, so I thought I was an expert. With thousands of fuckings I was sure I was. My guy let me see there was more to feel. Sex alone is physics and in very few of those thousands of lays did I feel chemistry. When I met this man, things changed drastically.
"Phone sex was incredible. He painted such a vivid image and guided my masturbating so well, I had more satisfying orgasms just with his voice than I'd had with all those other dicks. He helped me expand my masturbating repertoire and introduced me to using certain hard veges and finally vibrators. I always hated how my pussy looked and smelled. There was no way I could even think of tasting my cum. He showed me how beautiful it is and how tasty my juices are. Unfortunately for him, that drove me to try women more seriously. We split up for a while so I could learn more on my own.
"I never admitted this aloud before either. Their cum tasted as hot as mine and I loved making them cum for me. Since veges were now a proven thing, I used carrots, squash and cucumbers on my ladies and ate the sopping veges. Maybe we'll try that together too. Lois, I hope you don't still find that disturbing. They were very tasty! My man has even used a firm banana in me, then we enjoyed licking it together. Now I understand Clinton's thing with the cigars. I can imagine how intoxicating his real humidor got after storing the pussy humidor's bounty awhile! If those cigars held the scent of 'that woman', it would be a long lasting erotic joy to smoke her pussy, especially in public!
"I tried living with a woman as a life partner beyond sex. It too was pretense. We did experiment in public baths, cars etc. and I enjoyed sex with them, but something was still missing. I never confirmed your suspicions before, but this is Truth Weekend so, Yes, I did let Pat's boyfriend watch us fuck . I'm sorry. When we individually asked both of you if you wanted to watch us together on condition that the other of you had to also watch, we'd already decided that if either or both of you said yes, then HE or both could watch us. So when you said NO, that only excluded you.
"Paul did join us, but I wouldn't suck, rim or fuck him, mostly for Pat's sake. He had no appeal for me, but if I'd let him pick me up at a bar, I probably would have let him fuck me all over. With Pat there, I did only what I thought SHE'd enjoy my doing with him. So I sucked his tongue, stuck my finger in his ass, jerked him off, fed Pat his cum, let him finger and eat my pussy and ass, and feed me Pat's juices. She also wanted to watch him suck my tits and bite my nipples, so I let him. I hope that wasn't too brutal to hear."
//Yeowww, how harsh! I remember saying it JUST LIKE THAT! I'm so sorry about that. What was I thinking? Could I have put that any more cruelly? //
"I liked flirting and getting picked up. So after Pat and several dates with men, I still felt a lacking. I let all of those guys get to second (feeling and sucking my titties), three made it to third (fingering my pussy, even eating me), and I let one fuck me. He was a friend's boyfriend. I let him believe he had to talk me into it. All he wanted was my warm pussy to park his cock in and all I wanted was a warm stiff cock to wrap my pussy around. I actually hated it, felt I was cheating on the only person who ever truly loved me (chemistry), and I had to go back to him. That last fucking convinced me of one thing: Much as I love pussy, I need a good stiff cock in me too. Despite how good vibrators feel, they are different. Nothing matches the heat of a hard cock, or the wave of warmth and satisfaction from feeling hot loving cum spurting inside me.
"He has had FAR fewer partners than I have, but nearly all of his were chemistry and far more fulfilling than the thousands of fuckings and gallons of hot, but unloved, jism tossed on or into me. Too much honesty? He learned from his encounters, but I just let mine happen. I've never admitted this either, but I am very grateful for all you've done for me, and TO me. I know it hurt you to imagine, then see, me exposing myself everywhere, yet you helped me push beyond what even I was ready to risk. I finally see that lying to you was the worst thing I could do, yet I couldn't help myself.
"I knew you were trying to help us by basing your efforts on my words, my lies. Guilt about that made it harder for me to face you. I could not forgive it, how could I ask you to? Now I know I should have asked you. I know that knowing I was naked and having sex with others hurt you too, yet you helped and encouraged me to do things I would not even imagine - starting before the library events. Lynn since then, the party with Reggie and friends, the duct tape event, now this incredible weekend. This weekend brought me and Lois closer than we've ever been. Besides the shared sex, we've shared closed secrets and changed how we four will be forever.
"Lois, of course you can fuck and suck my guy whenever you like, with or without me there. I know he wants and enjoys you. I hope you'll tell me about it and share the thrills with me. Sure I knew Joe was flirting with me - for years! In case there was any doubt, I could point out the times he 'accidentally' grabbed AND squeezed my ass while we wrestled; or when he brushed my tits and once even 'fell' on them, grabbing both tiny titties. These horrid little tits mean nothing to me, so why would I care who sees or grabs them? I either ignored Joe's grabbing me or feigned offense, with a giggle. Now I have to confess, I thought it was really funny that you wanted to play with these little bumps, but I liked it and the illicit feeling. Joe, I remember you even tried to walk in on me naked in the bathroom 'accidentally', but, too bad for you, I was already in the shower. Don't even TRY to deny it! I would have 'eeeeek'ed, but still let you see me.
