Part 2:
With age comes grace dressed as wit and worn with experience.
The imagination is a wonderful thing. She is a blank canvas upon which you can paint the day dreams that float through your mind. Sexual imagination is the emotion that speaks to each of us in her own intimate way in visions of light and dark. The fantasy we all seek to make real.
I sat naked on the edge of Angie's big bed and watched as the three women began to undress in front of me.
My heart began to beat faster and faster as each item of clothing was removed and more of them was exposed to the light. It was such a private moment between them as they helped each other undo buttons and pull down zips, that I felt as if I had been granted the most special favor ever. Finally, they had removed their outer clothing and they stopped to look at me as they stood there in their lingerie.
What was there to say? They looked absolutely radiant as they hugged each other whispering sweet nothings as they watched my reaction. I was pretty much enthralled at the sight in front of me. I was slowly recovering from my orgasm and my erection was already beginning to stir again from its last adventure.
All three were dressed in some variation and color of brassiere, stockings, and suspenders. Angie was in red, Ruth in pale yellow and Sharon in black as I let my eyes wander back and forth over them. I no longer needed to use my imagination to see what had been hidden and only guessed at before.
Angie was a scarlet angel. An angel with a huge pair of breasts held in place by a bra that looked to be feeling the strain. She had wide, firm hips and a pelvic valley that bore a faint birthing scar just above a pair of tight red panties that snuggled around the mound of her sex.
Ruth stood smiling at me as she reached up and let loose her long black hair until it fell around her like a blanket of night. Her bust was smaller than her friends, but still a full heavy handful with prominent nipples that poked through the material of her pale yellow bra. Her long legs were sexily sheathed in those sheer nylon stockings and the obvious lust in her gaze sent a chill down my spine.
Finally, there was Sharon. Her shoulder length blonde hair contrasting spectacularly with her black underwear. Her breasts were circular perfection as they hung wide on her freckled chest and she leaned forward to show me more when she saw me staring. Her attributes were perfectly in proportion. Every aspect of her was as it was originally designed. An hour glass woman built for sex. No wonder her ex-husband couldn't keep up and satisfy her.
She would be quite the challenge.
Then, as one, they reached up to undo their brassieres and I felt the ground slip away from under me as three pairs of firm suckable tits popped into view. All shaped erotically firm in their own way with only the hint of aged sag marking them.
"Like these?" asked Angie in her best breathlessly sexy voice as she reached under her huge melons and hefted them up for me to stare at. Wow. Those things looked amazing and her nipples stood out like door stoppers.
Sharon burst out laughing as Ruth leaned down suddenly and took one of those nipples in her mouth to give it a good suck. "Angie, stop showing those things off. We all know you've got the biggest tits going."
No. It's okay. She can show those things off all day as far as I was concerned. They were mouth wateringly stupendous as the other pairs were. I just sat there on the bed grinning like a loon as all three of them stood to rub and squeeze their boobs in front of me. Then they all turned around and bent over with their hands resting on their knees to show off their pantie clad bottoms to me.
Alright, here is where this whole adventure got real. If my eyeballs had stalks they'd be on them right now. Talk about feeling like the old cork was going to pop. My cock twitched and I quickly grabbed it at the base. I had to grip it really hard to gain control of my emotions and wait for the reflex spasm to pass and I let out a long groan of relief that had Angie, Ruth, and Sharon peeking at me over their shoulders.
"Are you alright?" asked Angie with a look of mischief on her face.
All three of them knew what was up and teased me further by wriggling their backsides in my face. Oh heck. I gripped my stiff pecker harder until I could breathe a little easier.
I took a deep breath and blew out my cheeks, "Now that isn't fair, ladies," I scolded them, "You need to decide what we're going to do next or I'll go off again."
They had a little whispering session between them. Angie looked over her shoulder at me when they came to a decision, "We think you should pull our panties down," she asked in her best little girl voice.
Uh. Huh. Yeah. I can do that. That would be another one ticked off my personal sexy bucket list alright. Doing something like that was right in the top ten of things I'd always dreamed of doing given half the chance.
I shifted forward until I was half on and half off the bed. I did Angie first and it was an absolute pleasure to pull and tug her panties down over her apple shaped bum and watch as she stepped out of them to leave her hairy pussy free for me to drool over.
Ruth had a lovely ass. Not as full as Angie's, but impressively firm with a deep dark ass crack that promised hidden delights later on when I went exploring her secrets. She stepped out of her panties and resumed her position that left her sex open to me in an act of submissive temptation.
Last, but not least, was Sharon. I knelt behind her and just gawped at the magnificence of her spectacular ass as I removed her underwear as slowly as possible. Her butt cheeks were huge. A pair of marshmallow squeezable delights from where her bare sex protruded out like a ripe juicy fruit just eager to be tasted. Above the petal shaped pussy lips, the skin stretched tightly around her anus which twitched invitingly under my lust fueled gaze. I just stared at her puckered asshole wondering and dreaming naughty thoughts about what I'd like to do to it. Maybe, just maybe, they'd each let me go exploring that particular place.
But more important matters were at hand as I stood up in front of them. My cock was good to go and ready for some pussy plunging action. Primed for its first proper deep fuck. The three of them stood for a moment looking down at my droopy dong as it hung down from my bare crotch.
"Uh, ladies," I mumbled, "I think we need to get a move on. I'm not sure I can keep myself from coming again much longer. You need to decide who goes first and how we're going to do it."
"Maybe we should draw straws," suggested Sharon, who had her tits in her hands and was doing seriously lewd things with her nipples.
