Chapter 4
Kathleen served coffee and cognac in the living room after dinner.
"Don't you think my lover is beautiful, Josh?" she said.
"Gorgeous. Looking at the color of her skin, I see where she got her name."
"My mother had an oddball sense of humor," Cinnamon said.
"Josh watched me play in the stream, Cinnamon. He sneaked up on me while I was jacking off and took a bunch of pictures. I took the film away from him, then made him jack off for me."
Cinnamon raised one eyebrow. "Really?" she said. "I wish I had been there. I like to watch a guy cum."
"Josh-likes to watch a girl cum. He won't come right out and say it, but he does."
"Typical male," Cinnamon said. "Why can't they ever be straight with us?"
"Do I detect a little animosity toward men?" Josh asked.
"Oh, no more than the average woman who keeps running into bastards would feel," Kathleen said. "Individually, guys can sometimes be okay, but as a group, you leave a lot to be desired."
"I hate to hear that. You're such a beautiful woman. Maybe you just haven't met the right man."
"Maybe there isn't any such thing any more. Cinnamon and I could tell you stories all night long about some of the things that have happened to us. Men seem to believe they have a right to treat us any way they like. For some reason that I can't fathom, men act as if we exist solely for their pleasure. We're supposed to lie down and open our legs and mouths for them any time they choose. Hell, there's more romance and tenderness between two women these days than between a man and a woman."
Cinnamon looked at Kathleen and grinned. She didn't know what Kathleen was up to, but it should be interesting.
"If I spend the night with you and listen to your stories, will you give me a chance to rebut them? And show you there are some good men around?"
"Why, Josh, that sounds like a proposition."
"I suppose it could be taken that way. I have to admit that I'm very attracted to you."
Kathleen removed her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, as usual. Josh's eyes got very large and round as he watched her. "Oh, don't get the wrong idea, Josh," she said, smiling sweetly. "You've already seen me naked. What's so unusual about seeing me that way again?"
"You were holding a gun on me before," he said.
"But I didn't shoot you," Kathleen laughed.
Cinnamon couldn't take off just her blouse. She was wearing a dress. After hesitating a moment, she shrugged and removed her dress. Josh's eyes got bigger. He didn't know where to look first. Kathleen made the decision harder for him when she grinned at Cinnamon, then removed her skirt.
"Wow!" he breathed. "You ladies do realize what you're doing to me, don't you?"
"Why, Josh, it's just flesh," Kathleen teased.
"Yeah, the way a Rolls Royce is just a car." He was breathing hard. The large bulge in his pants was clearly visible.
"Cinnamon, dear, I guess we shouldn't do this to the poor man. Can you think of what we can do to relieve his suffering?"
"Well, I guess we could put our clothes back on. Then maybe he wouldn't be so tempted. Of course, maybe he doesn't find us tempting at all." Cinnamon was fully into the game. She would have stood on her head and whistled Dixie while playing with her pussy if that was what Kathleen wanted.
"Don't I get a vote?" Josh asked frantically. He didn't want those luscious bodies covered up again. He wanted their panties removed. And his cock given access to their pussies.
"And just what would you vote for? If we let you choose, that is?"
"Get rid of those panties and let's really have a party!"
"What do you think, Cinnamon? Should we go along with him?"
"Why not? He's not bad-looking. Maybe he can give us a good time."
"It's the wrong time of the month for me," Kathleen said seriously. "But we could give him a hand job. That would be better than nothing."
Cinnamon knew that wasn't true. She licked Kathleen's pussy before lunch. She was still willing to follow Kathleen's lead, however. "Okay. And to add some spice, why don't we have him do a strip for us? Men are always getting goggle-eyed when a woman strips for them, so why shouldn't we get to watch him strip?"
"You heard the lady, Josh. Think you can do it slowly and seductively? Do you want some music?"
Josh hadn't considered that women would like to watch a man strip. He wasn't sure he could do it the way they were asking. He was more accustomed to getting out of his clothes as quickly as possible. The prospect of fucking these two lovely women made him want to try.
"I think he's just stalling, Kathleen. Why don't we just get dressed and forget the whole thing? Maybe he doesn't really want to party after all."
Kathleen went to Josh. "Stand up, big boy, and I'll give you a kick start." She opened the zipper on his pants and reached inside. "He's got a real whopper, Cinnamon. I don't think I could cover it with both hands." She chuckled as his breathing became labored. She hauled his cock out and wagged it at Cinnamon. "What do you think of that, darling?"
"Oh, wow!" Cinnamon said softly. "Seems a shame to just jack him off. That looks too good to waste."
"Would you like to have it, dear? Isn't she just the loveliest woman you've ever seen, Josh? Wouldn't you like to fuck her?"
"Why not both of you?" he asked boldly.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Josh." Kathleen's voice was soothing, full of concern. "I lied to you about it being the wrong time of the month for me. I might as well tell you the truth. I don't fuck men."
"Whaaat? You're not.. . "
"Gay? Why do you find that so strange?"
"Because you.. .you're so sexy! And so.. . feminine!"
"Not all lesbians are butch dykes, Josh. Many of us are just as feminine as any other woman." Kathleen looked at Cinnamon and shrugged. "I think he doesn't want to fuck you, darling. I'm sorry."
Cinnamon had no idea why Kathleen was lying to Josh. And didn't particularly care. She estimated his cock was at least nine inches long and as big around as her wrist. Maybe bigger. Her wrists weren't very big.
"Yeah, maybe you're right. Well, it doesn't matter that much. We can have a clit licking fest, then fuck each other with our strap-on dildos."
"Well, shit," Josh muttered.
Kathleen gave Cinnamon a big wink, then turned around. "Josh, have you ever seen a squirter?"
"A what?"
"A girl who squirts juice all over the place when she cums. Cinnamon does. Would you like to see?"
"This has to be a dream. Carole is going to punch me in the ribs and tell me that I'm tossing in my sleep."
"Who's Carole?" Cinnamon asked.
"My wife."
"Does she like to do it with girls?"
"I don't think she-likes to do it all any more," he replied ruefully.
"Common complaint from married guys," Kathleen said. "Cinnamon, sit on my lap, and let's show him how you squirt."
"Oh, goody! I squirt so much harder when you do it for me." She sat on Kathleen's lap with her legs spread wide.
"Josh, undress and play with your cock," Kathleen said. "You'll really get excited watching him whack his whopper, darling."
"I'm already excited," Cinnamon said.
Kathleen put her hand on Cinnamon's knee and ran it up the inside of her firm ebony thigh.
Cinnamon looked at Kathleen's hand, then at Josh and smiled. She liked the feel of Kathleen's hand on her tingly flesh, and the sight of Josh pulling on his long dick. Her pussy was leaking like a sieve, and she knew he could see how wet the lips were. She shivered slightly and opened her legs wider, giving Kathleen easier access to her goodies.
"Your cock looks so good, Josh," Cinnamon said softly. "Pull it a little faster."
Josh nodded and stroked his dick faster. He didn't know which one, but he was going to fuck one of these women or die trying.
Kathleen eased one long, delicate finger up and down Cinnamon's wet slit. Cinnamon jerked and trembled all over with desire. She jerked harder when Kathleen's finger touched her clit.
"Oh!" Cinnamon moaned, leaning back against Kathleen's firm tits, surrendering to her lusty feelings.
"Beautiful pussy," Josh said quietly.
"Do you like to watch Kathleen play with it?" Cinnamon asked.
"You know it, baby," he replied.
"Put your feet up on the couch and open your legs real wide so he has a good view of everything," Kathleen said.
She tickled the fingers of her left hand through the crisp black curls covering the prominent mound and eased the middle finger of her right hand up and down the hot slot. Her finger went lower, went into Cinnamon's wet hole, then scooted back up to the hard bud of sensitive flesh peeking from under its hood.
"Oh, man," Josh breathed, "this is fantastic."
Cinnamon stared at his hard cock, her breath coming faster as Kathleen's finger wiggled on top of her clit. "Oh, Kathleen, you make my clit feel so good," she murmured.
"You know that I like to make you feel good, darling," Kathleen replied.
Her finger moved faster over the tender clit, her touch light and pleasing. Cinnamon sighed deeply and hunched her hips. Kathleen caught Cinnamon's clit between two fingers, working both of them fast, with the same feathery touch. She looked over Cinnamon's shoulder at Josh and grinned. He was pulling his pud hard enough to yank it out by the roots.
"Cum for me, darling. Show Josh how hard you can cum. The harder you cum, the more you squirt. He's waiting for your show, darling."
"Oh, Kathleen!" Cinnamon whimpered as her orgasm came closer to the surface. "Oh, darling, it's getting close! I'm almost there! Oh, yes, it feels so good!"
"Yes, darling," Kathleen crooned. "Let it come out. Let it feel good. I like to make your pussy feel good."
Cinnamon groaned with pleasure and lifted her ass way up off Kathleen's thighs. "Yes!" she hissed. "Ah, ah, oh, yes, it's here!"
Her body jerked in hard spasms. Kathleen concentrated on keeping her fingers moving at the same steady pace. What had gotten her girlfriend this far was the best way to bring her to full orgasm. Cinnamon relaxed momentarily, letting her ass drop back to Kathleen's thighs. Kathleen continued to finger her clit, and Cinnamon shuddered deeply.
"Oh, yes!" Cinnamon howled, her voice rising to a crescendo as her orgasm rose in intensity. She thrust her ass back in the air as the orgasm deepened and tore through her pussy. "Oh, my God, yes! I'm cumming! I don't want to ever stop cumming!"
Cinnamon fell back to Kathleen's lap, breathing hard. Kathleen kept her finger on her clit, barely touching it as Cinnamon shivered several times and licked her dry lips.