Chapter 3
Camille arrived the next evening right on schedule. She was dressed in navy blue, apparently liking dark colours next to her fair skin. Her hair was pulled back and pinned up tight to her scalp in a rather severe look.
She barged in as soon as I opened the door. "Good evening to you, too," I said sarcastically. She brushed me off with a wave of her hand, marching in like a woman on an urgent mission.
"Sit," Camille instructed, pointing to the living room chair. She turned to Linda, took her by the arm, and rushed off into the kitchen.
Whatever Camille had in mind for our night's activity obviously did not include me. The thought was unsettling. This whole business was undertaken with the understanding that it would improve sex between Linda and me, not begin a relationship between Linda and Camille. The longer I waited, the madder I got. And their muffled whispers didn't help my mood.
Just as I was about to interrupt their meeting, they returned. Each one grabbed a hand and pulled me into the bedroom without a word. They stood me at the foot of the bed and proceeded to strip me down to my birthday suit. I didn't have time to protest, not that I wanted to, nor did I have time to achieve a stiff and throbbing erection to pay them back for their efforts. I stood there with my dick hanging out, listlessly pointing towards the floor, a smile on my face and naughty thoughts racing through my brain.
I was a bit surprised when they pushed me back onto the bed, fully expecting a mouth or a hand to work my soft muscle into a raging hard-on.
I was glad Camille and Linda had already had their little talk when they began their performance at the foot of the bed. They stripped for me, turning this way then that, dancing seductively as clothes were cast aside to expose their senuous curves. I was mesmerized by their beauty and sprang a boner at the first glimpse of bare tit.
Their hands ran all over themselves, scooped up their breasts to jiggle and squeeze them at my bobbing cock. Seeing a new pair in their naked splendor, toyed with solely for my pleasure, was a real turn-on. I wanted to reach out to them, to take their suppleness into my mouth, to enjoy new tastes. Camille had small tits, about a mouthful each, her nipples appearing rosy coloured against the snow white smoothness of her bouncing mounds. Linda's tits, of course, I knew very well, full, round, more than I could fit in my mouth, her peaks pointing slightly upwards. Though enjoying their show, the mouthwatering display of much desired tits, I craved for more, needed to see their naked, pulsing pussies.
Although a throbbing erection was probably enough to show them my appreciation, my hands raced into my crotch to lovingly stroke my handsome hard-on. I wanted it to stand up even more formidably for their viewing pleasure, to flop my balls around between clenching thighs. I was hot, so hot I had to be careful not to bring myself to climax before ever getting my hands on either one of them.
When they finally got down to complete nudity, they had turned themselves around to shoot me two gorgeous moons. I stared at twin heart-shaped asses. Both of them wriggled and swayed to start my cock seeping and begging. I stroked harder in anticipation of them turning around to flash me their snatches, to let me see hairy cunts.
They turned around together, but my attention was drawn to Camille's crotch, the new pussy on the block. Jet black hair sat between her legs in a perfect triangle, her bush trimmed and tamed to funnel into her slit. The look was as severe as the pulled back hair on her head, her flesh peeking out beneath the closely cropped hairs of her cunt. It was quite a contrast to Linda's unruly bush, her fleshly nether lips hidden, the look much softer and more rounded. One was as intriguing as the other, each unique, each desirable, each sending my dick into spasms of greedy lust.
Watching their fingers play in their pussies had my hand stroking my crying dick fast and furious. Cum rose. Desire dictated increasing pressure, my fingers gripping around my girth, flying up and down my length, my nuts squeezed and tugged in masturbatory pleasure. My climax was rapidly on the rise, inching closer to divine release. It took all my effort to rip my hands away from my crotch, to leave my dick to bob and wobble on its own. Any more strokes and I would surely have dumped a load onto my stomach. And that was definitely not what I wanted, not with two beautiful cunts panting only a few feet away!
The girls must have sensed my distress, their dance less taunting, their hands removed from their crotches to let their pussies close. They joined me on the bed. They were instantly upon me, sucking and kissing, fondling and squeezing, stroking and massaging, touching every part of my body except my cock. They left my crotch alone, didn't take the chance of making me spurt prematurely. Their knowing hands maintained my erection, but allowed my cum to subside, my climax retreating for the moment.
Adoring hands and devouring mouths graced my flesh, sent my mind into a tailspin of desire. What an ego trip! I felt like a sex god, an idol whorshipped by two fanatic admirers. I was really getting off on the attention, on having my body pawed like a sexy rock star. It was terrific!
They worked up and down, covering my skin from forehead to toes, my flesh crawling with delirious desire for more of their loving caresses. Even in their attempts to avoid my heating boner, they'd occasionally bump into the flailing thing, or brush over it on their way to someplace else. Each skimming touch increased my desire to bury my waving wand in succulent pussy. I was at the brink of maddening frustration. Flopping around beneath their amorous manipulations, my flesh was heating up fiercely, their wild actions slapping my sturdy stick in my undulating stomach as I rose and fell to the steady beat of my pounding heart. My hips were fucking the air, my mouth open in a constant stream of wild moans and guttural grunts.
This was foreplay taken to the extreme, my dick burning with lust, my nuts aching. Every muscle was screaming to be called into the action of scrwing my brains out. "Hot" is a tame word for the need pulsing in every pore of my body. My chest would explode it I didn't get my cock inside a pussy, or down a throat, or clasped firmly within a pumping hand.
Just when I thought I'd go insane, Linda sat down on my crotch and Camille perched her pussy over my face. I stared into gaping cunt as my dickhead slipped inside familiar territory. Linda lowered over my stake and Camille lowered onto my open and greedy mouth. The double stimulation was incredible. Linda slid over my lubricated length as Camille pressed her pussy against my tongue.
I drove into Camille's cunt with forceful drive. As my crotch was kissed by Linda's labia, my dick buried to the hilt, my lips were curling into the succulent folds of brand new pussy. My hips were shifted into automatic pilot as I focused on tasting Camille. My tongue matched my thrusting hips jab for jab, Camille juicing into my drinking mouth, her hole frantically gripping my tongue. My cock and my tongue knew the luxury of drooling flesh, of cunts flowing around my invading prongs. I fucked and sucked at the same time, had my two greatest pleasures simultaneously. My mind couldn't grasp the concept, refused to distinguish between the two very different sets of sensations colliding in my brain. If this was heaven, I was ready to die!
Linda pounded her ass against my balls, her pussy swallowing every bit of my wide and lengthy meat. Her bouncing body felt wonderfully good on meat and my climax quickly returned to its former state of readiness. My hips stopped driving to prolong the feel of a cock filled with swirling cum, to let Linda work my flesh at her own speed and within her own needs.
My tongue slipped out of Camille's hole to investigate the wonders of her slit, to reach up to her clit and down to her ass. I swabbed her deck in gliding strokes, my tongue flattened and curled, pulled back to flick her flesh with a vibrating tip. Her pussy wiggled and squirmed around me, her clit pushing against my batting prong.
Linda rocked back and forth over my captured cock, knocked it from wall to wall, slapped it around like an insensitive dildo. And I was far from that! My cockhead quivered with excitement, blood racing through my stretched and reddening skin. My balls trembled, my sac crawling over my hard eggs as Linda's crack roughly massaged them. Her actions forced my hands to Camille's thighs to lift her from my face, to give me a chance to fortify my lungs with fresh and needed air.
Camille's hands dug into my chest, filled themselves with my pecs, pulled my curly hairs. My tiny knobs raised up to touch her palms, heightened my enjoyment tremendously. I forced my eyes open to gaze along her leaning back. A strange feeling overtook me when I realized that the two were kissing, their lips pressed together above me. I felt less the center of attention, was even struck with a tinge of jealousy. Someone else was kissing my wife in quite a sexual way and I found that very upsetting. But I pushed that out of my mind as my cock reminded me just how close it was to spraying inside a devouring box.
I eased up on my arms, let Camille's cunt return to my face to remove the sight of the kissing women, to once again let me think I was the only object of their powerful lust. My hips pumped with renewed vigour, my mouth remaining on the outside of Camille's clutching twat to assure plenty of air would be available when it came time to dump my mounting load. And that time was rapidly approaching.
I clamped onto Camille's clit to concentrate my mouth in a single spot while my main energies shot into my crotch. I penetrated Linda's pussy with forceful stabs, shot myself upwards until my ass left the bed. My muscles were straining to meet the challenge of Linda's downward crash. My hands dug into Camille's flesh to hold my upper torso still while my lower half raised and lowered on the squeaking bed.
Then Linda exerted her will, pushed against my driving crotch with such force that I could no longer raise us up. My cock sped up and down her gripping walls, her pussy holding me tight as a clamping fist. She held herself firmly in place as I plowed up her furrow, banged the back of her box with a drooling head. At the same time, my lips locked around Camille's protruding clit and sucked hard. The rapturous resistance from both women brought my climax to a head, placed my cum right below my cockhole.
Linda's powerful grasp sucked my semen out of my tightly squeezed tube and into her narrow tunnel. Her grip was so fierce that my cum had to claw its way out of my tube to find its much needed freedom. My shots were nowhere near as rapid as I was used to. The pressure put space between each eruption, the blast as mighty as always but spread out so each leap of hot cum could be counted. And, of course, the length of time it took to fuly drain my dick was dramatically drawn out. It truly seemed to take forever to empty my storehouse.
I had to release Camille's clit, my mouth pulling away to express my deep satisfaction, the ecstasy of this new form of ejaculation.
My blasting shots must have bombarded Linda's orgasm in just the right way because she followed my climax with a very healthy one of her own. Her pussy drained over my locked-in-place dick, her drenching twat rubbing up and down my fiery flesh. Her dripping walls washed my flaming torch with a flowing river of hot lava, her velvety interior slowly rising and falling over my turgid tool in a loving and passionate embrace.
Her pussy quickly succumbed to two magnificent orgasms, our juices combined in the culmination of our carnal act. My heaving muscle was surrounded by the thickness of our mutual releases, sat in the wet and wonderful product of our pleasure.
Camille vacated my face, then left the bed completely. I was disappointed that she hadn't cum for me, didn't grant me the pleasure of knowing her funky fuck flavours. But then her intent was to see that Linda and I enjoyed each other, to help bolster our failing sexual creativity. That she had done and so her job was finished. For tonight.
Linda raised off my softening dong and nestled next to me, her head resting on my arm, her hand caressing the hairs on my chest.
"Ah, I see you're beginning to loosen your ways, Mr. Lawrence," Camille said, pointing to my soft and uncovered cock. "You no longer try to hide yourself, your pretty penis left for me to enjoy. A positive step, and one that will take you nearer your fantasy."
"And exactly when are we going to get one?" I asked, trying not to sound too anxious. "I mean, that's the reason you're here in the first place."
"Not tomorrow night, but the night after," Camille dressed as she spoke. "Tomorrow night I'll leave you on your own. My services are required elsewhere. To fully prepare you, I would like you to try puppy-style sex. Or have you already done that?"
"Not often," I answered too quickly.
"Ah, another hurdle to overcome before you are truly free to enjoy all that sex has to offer. But this is only a suggestion. I will never force you into anything you don't find pleasurable. However, you'll never know until you try. Do at least try."
I looked at Linda, who nodded. Turning back to Camille, I said, "All right, we're willing to try. Don't be upset if it doesn't work for us, though."
Camille laughed and shook her head. "You're not trying to please me, Mr. Lawrence. Do only that which pleases yourself."
Fully dressed, Camille leaned over, circled her fingers around my cock, and kissed its head. Then she drew my moist dick into her mouth to suck away the few drops of our orgasm that sat on its surface. Her tongue was warm and exciting on my flaccid flesh, her lips gliding up and off.
"Very tasty. My reward for tonight," she said, patting my prick. "You are a lucky woman, Linda."
With that, she turned and left the room.
"And I'm a lucky man," I said before kissing Linda fully on the mouth, our tongues tenderly entwined. I pulled her closer, then reached for the sheet to cover our contented bodies. It would be another night of restful, satisfying sleep.