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Transforming Genevieve Ch. 06I woke with the realization that even a night’s sleep didn’t cure the ugly feeling I had in the pit of my stomach. Dick and I had shared an incredible physical experience. Sex with him was spectacular. But I’d allowed him to become attached to me emotionally. I didn’t recognize the fact that since his wife left him he was missing the emotional attachment of a woman. I wasn’t ready to fulfill that need for any man and somehow I knew I’d pay dearly for not recognizing that fact.It had been almost a week since I began this transformation. I’d gone from being a mundane wallflower to a sexual wild cat in six short days. I’d performed sex acts that previously I’d only written or fantasized about. My lustful cravings to experience all those fantasies had blinded me to the simple fact that my lovers had feelings of their own. Feelings I should have respected and considered before I drew them into my own passionate spiders’ web. I have to think long and hard about the dangerous path my cravings were leading me toward.Just as I was about to leave for my 8 AM class my phone rang. I didn’t answer it but after the message played the caller said.”Hi Gen, it’s Dick. I didn’t sleep very well last night baby. I’m calling to apologize for being such an ass when I dropped you off last night. I let my emotions get the better of me and took my disappointment out on you. I hope you will forgive me, Gen? Call me when you get this message please.” His voice sounded sincere, but at the same time very sad. I thought about calling him back immediately but decided against it wanting time to think about how I’d explain to him that I just couldn’t let myself become attached to any man right now. The day passed rather slowly. In my mind, I replayed the events of the past six days over and over. Those thoughts excited me for their pure a****listic lust, and at the same time disgusted me because I’d been unable to control my cravings to experience every possible sexual experience I could. I came to the realization that if I didn’t find a way to control those cravings they would eat me alive. I hid in my office until five o’clock and then made my way across campus to the safety of my flat. Closing the door and turning the deadbolt to my flat I turned and noticed my answering machine blinking. I had two new messages. Pressing the play button I listened to a second message from Dick. He said, “Genevieve this is Dick again, I was going to stop by your office this morning but decided not to. We need to talk, please call me when you get the message.” His voice didn’t sound as sad as it had earlier that morning. He obviously wasn’t going to give up trying to contact me and I knew that sooner or later I’d have to deal with him. I pressed the delete button and waited for the second message to play. A woman’s voice began, “Hi Gen this is Marsha. I hope you remember me. I just wanted to let you know that I spoke with Pete about you. He and I are anxious to get together with you for drinks. Give me a call when you get the message my cell number is 464-378-5591. We hope to hear from you soon sweetie.” I replayed the message writing Marsha’s cell number on my memo pad. I’d call her a little later after I had something light to eat. As I cut a leftover boneless breast of chicken into thin strips to add to my salad my phone rang. The caller ID showed it was Marsha’s cell. I answered the call. “Hello Marsha,” I said. “Hi Gen did you get my message from earlier?” She asked. “I sure did Marsha, and I was going to give you a call in a little while,” I replied. “Well sweetie my husband is out of town tonight and tomorrow, and I’m getting together with Pete. We were wondering if you’d like to meet later tonight for a couple drinks.” Marsha asked. “I had no plans for tonight Marsha. I really enjoyed the time we spent together while you helped me with my wardrobe. I’d love to have a few drinks with you and Pete tonight.” I said. “Great Gen, do you know where the Ramada Inn is on Simonton Boulevard?” Marsha asked. “Yes, I do. Is there a lounge there?” I replied. “They have a small piano bar but no one ever goes there. It’s a perfect place to meet discreetly.” Marsha said. “Great Marsha, what time?” I asked. “How about 8:00 sweetie?” She suggested. “That’s good. I’ll have enough time to shower and get dressed for the occasion.” I said with a hint of sexiness in my voice. “Make sure you wear what we picked out under your clothes Genevieve. I told Pete how sexy you looked and he can’t wait to see for himself.” She said. “Okay, Marsha. See you at 8:00 hun.” I said. Marsha made the assumption that just because I had agreed to meet them for drinks that I’d be showing off my lingerie to her discreet lover. While I was excited about the possibility of living out my fantasy of a 3some, I wasn’t sure I could actually go through with a bi-sexual experience. I finished eating my chicken salad and marked a few papers before heading for my bedroom. I lay out a fresh pair of black seamed stockings, and my black lace garter and bra set. Marsha had helped me pick out a very slinky black dress with a high neckline and very short almost sleeveless sleeves. It was the shortest of all the dresses I’d tried that night the hem stopping a full four or five inches above my knees. I recall that when we did the seated leg crossed test not only did the hem of my stockings show but an inch or so of creamy white skin above the stockings showed also. The four-inch stilettos would finish off the outfit perfectly. With my clothing picked out I headed for the shower. Surveying my naked body in the mirror as I prepared to shower I noticed a light outline of pubic hair beginning to show. I’d have to shave and trim my narrow line of black hair while I showered. Adjusting the water temperature so it was a degree or two cooler then steaming I stepped into the shower with all my hair care products and my razor. The warm water cascaded over my body relaxing my muscles and making me feel very sensuous. I followed my normal routine of shampooing my hair and applying conditioner so it could soak for a few minutes. Turning my attention to my pubic hair I lathered myself and began shaving around my narrow black landing strip of hair. As I rinsed the shaving cream off and checked the results with my shower mirror I noticed that I’d shaved too far in from one side. My landing strip looked off center from the tight little slit just below. I giggled and thought, “A pilot might miss his target with such a skewed landing strip.” A couple minutes later I was completely shaved. The feeling of being totally bare excited me. I should have gone that way from the start. Some sexy strawberry body gel and a thorough rinse of my hair and I was ready to step out of my shower. It takes several large towels to get my long tresses dry to a point that I can finish up fairly quickly with my hairdryer. But the pros far outweigh the cons when it comes to having waist length hair. I brushed my hair long and straight as my blow dryer completed the drying process. My hair cascaded down my back to my waist. Finishing up in the bathroom I hung up the wet towels and before turning the light off I surveyed myself in the mirror. My clean-shaven pussy looked very inviting, extremely edible. I wondered to myself if Marsha’s pussy was completely bare also. Perhaps I’d have a chance to find out later that night.Moving back to my bedroom I slid the lace garter up my long shapely legs letting it settle in comfortably at the top of my hips. Carefully gathering one silk stocking in my hands I slipped my foot into it and smoothed it up over my leg making sure the seam was straight and ran up the middle of the back of my calf and thigh. The other stocking followed and I let my delicate fingers linger on my inner thighs after I’d smoothed both silk stockings over my legs. I loved the feeling of having such sexy fabric on my skin. I had become quite the hedonist, devoting my recent life to the pursuit of pleasure and self-gratification. I loved the pursuit, I loved the results of my pursuit and tonight I would perhaps reach another sexual goal that I’d set for myself.I carefully adjusted the thin straps of my garter and clasped them to the top hem of my stockings. Wanting to see how I’d look when disrobed to this point I slipped my feet into the stilettos and stood up. I strolled toward the full-length mirror mounted on the inside of my closet door and did a pirouette to gaze at my reflection from behind. The long black tresses reached the thin fabric of my lace garter. From there my naked creamy white ass was framed perfectly by the two thin straps that held my stockings in place. The dark seams ran incredibly straight down the middle of my legs to the heel of my stilettos. I smiled knowing that image would elicit a throbbing erection from almost any man who viewed it. Turning to face the mirror my gaze was instantly drawn to the now clean-shaven pubic mound just below the wider lacy fabric of my garter. I wondered if I’d see Marsha’s sexy eyes looking up at me from between my soft thighs later. I wondered if I see Peter’s stiff cock entering me later. I slid my hands up to cup my breasts tweaking the nipples to erection with my fingers. With every passing moment, I was becoming more and more aroused at the thought of what may lie ahead this evening. I slid my black satin thong over my stockings and covered my naked smooth pubic mound. I thought for a moment about not wearing the matching lace bra, but decided the image of my lace-covered tits would possibly heighten both Marsha and Peter’s passion should I choose to slip out of my slinky black dress later that evening. My nipples still pierced at the fabric and I was certain they would also show through the material of my dress. I moved to my makeup table and sat down in front of the well-lit mirror. Darker than usual eye shadow brought my shimmering green eyes to the forefront, I’d be dressed completely in black and decided a splash of red would set off the entire ensemble. I applied what was quickly becoming my favorite lip color, a deep red shade that made my lips look very sensual. A misting of perfume on each side of my neck and between my breasts completed my preparations with the exception of that incredible short slinky black dress. Holding it in front of me I carefully placed my stilettos through the dress not wanting to catch a heel on the fabric. I glided the dress up my body and slid one arm then the other into the short sleeves. Tossing my hair around in front I reached behind and pulled the zipper tab up bringing the high neckline tight around my sexy sweet-smelling neck. A wiggle or two of my hips and the dress slid perfectly down over my hips coming to rest just below the darker hem of my stockings. Gazing at myself in the mirror I was happy with the image that reflected back at me. I looked stunning. Sexy, sensual, and very appealing, at least I hoped I would to the couple I was about to meet. I’d carry a small black clutch bag containing my makeup, cell phone, license, and a few dollars. It was twenty of eight. I’d taken longer then I should too prepare for my date and knew I’d be a few minutes late arriving at the Ramada. As I drove across town toward my destination I started having vivid images of what possibly could happen later. I was becoming very aroused at the idea of experiencing yet another new and different cock, but also the bi-sexual pleasures of having another woman to pleasure me and to please. I wondered if I’d enjoy watching another woman take a man’s cock deep in her throat as much as I enjoyed having a cock stuffed in my own throat. I wondered if having Marsha pleasure me orally while I sucked her lover’s cock would please her as much as the thought of it was pleasing to me. After all, Marsha had told me that she and Peter were looking for another woman to join them in a ménage à trios so perhaps tonight would be a sexual experiment for all of us. The answers to all my questions would soon be revealed as I guided my Volvo into the Ramada parking lot a little after eight. I parked as close to the entrance as possible knowing it would be cooler later in the evening. A few steps and I pulled the large glass door open and walked into the lobby. The Hindu looking man behind the check-in counter smiled widely at me as I strolled toward the middle of the lobby. “Can I help you, Miss?” He said with a strong Indian accent. “Yes please, can you direct me to the lounge?” I replied. Oh yes Miss, it’s down the hall to the left.” He replied pointing to the hall just beyond his workstation. I walked to the corner and looked down the hall. A small lighted sign above double doors marked the entrance to B. Joel’s Piano Bar an obvious attempt to in some way connect Billy Joel, the ultimate piano man, to this little place. I opened the door and stepped inside enough to let the door close behind me and waited for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of the lounge. It didn’t appear there was anyone besides the bartender in the place. As I walked toward the bar I heard a familiar female voice. “Gen sweetie, over here,” Marsha said waving at me from the far corner of the room. I was relieved to hear her voice. I didn’t want to sit and make idle conversation with the bartender waiting for Marsha and her lover to arrive. As I strolled toward her she smiled widely at me. The man seated across the small candlelit table didn’t turn. Once I made my way to their table Marsha stood and gave me a gentle hug. Her lover looked at me and smiled. “Gen I’d like you to meet Peter. Peter this is Genevieve.” Marsha said introducing us to one another. Peter stood and extended his hand shaking mine as he said, “It’s my pleasure, Genevieve.” “Likewise Peter,” I replied. “Have a seat Genevieve.” Peter offered. “Thank you,” I replied as he helped me by sliding my chair toward the table slightly as I sat. “Can I get you a drink?” He asked. “That would be wonderful. I’ll have a white wine please.” I responded. As Peter walked toward the bar I turned to Marsha. She looked very sexy. Her short blonde hair was teased forward framing her face. Her blue eyes sparkled and the light shade of pink lip-gloss she wore shimmered in the soft candlelight. She wore a tight red sweater with a vee line neck that dipped seductively exposing very succulent cleavage. Her pencil skirt fit very tightly around her hips and thighs and did nothing to hide her own garter straps and silk stockings. She looked like a seductress, and I expected she would act like one too. Before Peter returned Marsha reached over and touched my arm. “Peter is a little nervous about this Gen. So I’m going to take the lead in our conversation, okay.” She said. “Sure Marsha, I’ll try to make him feel comfortable if I can,” I replied feeling somewhat nervous myself. Marsha smiled at me and said, “This is going to be so much fun, Gen.” I nodded my agreement. It seemed already that Marsha was the one who was more interested in a ménage à trios’. Peter returned with my wine and I thanked him with a soft kiss on the cheek. He smiled and said, “That’s a lovely perfume you’re wearing Genevieve.” “Why thank you, Peter,” I said. “Its called Passions Eve,” I added. “Peter works for a publishing house in Boston Genevieve. I told him about the stories you write.” Marsha said. I’d forgotten that while Marsha and I were picking out the additions to my wardrobe I’d mentioned that I am an amateur writer. “Yes, tell me what you write about Genevieve?” Peter asked. I grinned sheepishly at him and said, “I dabble in erotica Peter. Mostly I only write for my own enjoyment, but I have posted a few stories on the internet.” “That’s interesting Genevieve, I’d love to read some of your work sometime.” He offered “Speaking of erotica haven’t you written about a ménage à trios’?” Marsha asked. “Actually I have Marsha, a ménage à trios’ involving two women and a man.” I offered. “Well isn’t that a coincidence.” She replied.Marsha was leading our conversation and I was following closely behind, both of us trying to make Peter more comfortable with the idea. “I’ve fantasized about it but never acted on my fantasy. Have either of you ever been involved in a ménage à trios’?” I asked. Peter was the first to admit that it would be something new to him, and then Marsha added that she to has fantasized about both a female-male-female and a male-female-male ménage à trios’.”So we’d all be new to the experience,” I said. “That’s right Gen and the idea excites the hell out of me,” Marsha said. “What about you Peter?” I asked. He grinned and said, “I’m game. I just hope I can keep up with you two and survive the night.” Marsha and I both laughed out loud at his remark. I changed the subject a little asking Peter, “Marsha tells me that you’re somewhat of a connoisseur of ladies lingerie.” He smiled widely and replied. “I am a cognoscente of the sexier things ladies can wear yes. I understand Marsha recently helped show you the advantages of wearing fine lingerie.” Peter added. “Yes, she has,” I replied while crossing my legs toward Peter and letting my hemline slide above the top of my silk stocking. “I’ve also found that the higher bahis firmaları the heel the finer looking the leg,” I added stretching my leg out until the tip of my stiletto touched his leg. Seeing that I’d begun flirting with her lover Marsha excused herself to use the ladies room. “Hurry back,” Peter said as Marsha stood to use the ladies room. He and I both watched Marsha stroll across the room. Her tight pencil skirt revealed every delectable curve of her hips and thighs. The dark seams of her stockings perfectly straight along the back of her shapely legs. Marsha has incredible legs, and the short tight skirt did its job in showing off those legs not to mention what her own stiletto heels did for their shape. Peter shook his head as he watched her stroll toward the ladies room. “She’s got such an incredible body don’t you agree Genevieve?” He said. I looked him straight in the eye and said, “She’s got a body built to be fucked, Peter.” I suppose my use of a four-letter word surprised him because even in the dim candlelight I detected a blush on his cheeks. Peter slid his hand over toward me and smiled. “You know Genevieve, Marsha had described you to me. I have to tell you her description came nowhere near how incredibly sexy you look. I placed my hand over his and stared wide-eyed into his eyes, “Thank you, Peter, I hope you think that when I strip for you later.” He smiled and said, “Take it from a life long voyeur, I’ll enjoy that immensely Gen.” “Tell me something Peter,” I asked. “What do you expect to enjoy most about this ménage à trios’?” Peter hesitated for a moment contemplating my question. He smiled before he responded, “I’m sure having two women suck my cock at the same time will be right at the top of that list baby.” “But a close second will be fucking you doggie style while Marsha eats you.” He added quickly. “Hmmmmmmm…. That sounds spectacular Peter.” I said. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Marsha coming back from the ladies room. She looked even sexier walking toward us. Her ample tits bounced seductively as she walked, one sexy stiletto in front of the other. Her skirt limited the length of her footsteps and she stretched the fabric to its limit with her thighs as she walked. She paused when she reached Peter, bent down and whispered something in his ear causing him to smile widely as she spoke. Her lips barely touched his ear as she whispered to him and remained that close as she moved her lips to his mouth to kiss him very deeply. Watching her kiss him sent a twinge of excitement through my body. That excitement was intensified when she broke her kiss with Peter and instead of straightening up she just turned to me and kissed me as deeply as she had Peter. Marsha’s lips were soft and tender, and she smelled and tasted incredible.Marsha broke her kiss with me and slowly moved her lips along my jaw just as she had Peters, barely touching my skin and sending chills down my spine. Her lips couldn’t have gotten any closer to my ear without touching it when she whispered, “Gen I got us a room baby.” Her mouth moved away and she straightened up and sat back down on her chair. I glanced at Peter who was grinning from ear to ear, and then back at Marsha. My insatiable craving for new sexual experiences took control and I couldn’t wait to fulfill Peter’s desire to have us both suck his cock, and taste the warm folds of his mistress’ pussy. “It’s a good thing you did Marsha, I don’t think the management would want us having our ménage à trios’ here in the lounge,” I said. Peter, who was still grinning from ear to ear, was apparently becoming anxious to have his cock sucked by Marsha and I said, “Well ladies, why don’t we get a couple drinks and take them to the room with us?” “Yes, let’s do that.” I agreed. We all stood in unison and Peter followed Marsha and me toward the bar. I’m certain he was enjoying the view of two pairs of shapely legs covered in seamed silk. Not to mention two sexy asses swaying seductively as he followed. Reaching the bar Marsha and I let enough room for Peter to slide between us and he gave each one of those sexy asses a gentle squeeze as he did.Peter ordered a round of drinks and after Marsha showed the bartender the key card he agreed we could take them with us. As we exited the elevator and started walking down the hall toward our room I got this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was about to lock myself inside a hotel room with two people I hardly knew. I wondered if I might have made a huge mistake. My mind was telling me not to do this, but my craving for any new and exciting sexual experience drove me onward. I wanted to experience the feel of a female lover, I wanted to share her lovers’ cock. I wanted to taste her juices on his throbbing manhood. I watched Marsha slid the key card through the lock, the tiny green light illuminating next to the door handle and the door swung open. I followed Marsha through the door and Peter followed me. The door clicked shut and I heard Peter turn the deadbolt. If I had made a huge mistake I’d have to deal with it now, there was no turning back. I decided to relax and not worry about it.The room was spacious, a single king size bed centered where two doubles would normally be placed. Nightstands with small lamps were on either side of the headboard. At the foot of the bed, there was a low dresser with a mirror mounted on the wall and to the right a television. Over next to the wide picture window there was a small round table and two chairs. It was a typical budget hotel room, the bed being the only out of the normal item. Marsha walked to the small table and placed her drink there. Peter placed his next to the bed on the nightstand to the left. I took a nice size gulp from mine before placing it next to Marsha’s. Peter had already kicked off his shoes and reclined on one side of the bed propping his head up against the headboard. “So do either of you have any idea how we start this little ménage à trios’?” He asked. Marsha suggested, “Baby, why don’t you tell Gen and me what you’d like us to do, then whenever you want you can just join in.” “I like that idea,” I said. With a huge smile on his face Peter said, “I like that idea too.” “Why don’t you girls start with some sexy kissing?” Peter said. Marsha moved toward me very slowly. We embraced at the foot of the bed. Her hands came to rest on my waist and mine on hers. I tilted my head and moved my lips close to hers. We were both tentative about this first bi-sexual encounter. She parted her shining lips and touched mine. Her lips were softer than any man’s. Her tongue pressed between my lips and I parted them to accept her tongue. I was the first to move my hands sliding them up along her sides to her shoulders. Our mouths slowly became accustomed to a woman’s touch. Marsha’s kisses were passionate but so very tender. Her hands moved up and touched my breasts. A tingle swirled outward from my nipples as they hardened instantly under her soft touch. As we stood there in front of her lover kissing I glanced at him. The more intense our kisses became the more lustful his gaze became. “Genevieve, come lay beside me and we’ll watch Marsha do a striptease for us,” Peter said. Marsha moaned hearing Peter’s request. She kissed me deeply on the mouth and then broke our kiss. Whispering in my ear she said, “Massage his cock while I strip for you and Peter.” I moved alongside the bed and snuggled into Peter’s side resting my head on his shoulder. My short dress slid up past the tops of my stockings exposing creamy white flesh to his gaze. His arm came around me and slowly started sliding up and down my back and through my long hair. Marsha took a very seductive pose spreading her feet as wide as her skirt would allow at the foot of the bed, her hands sliding up and down her shapely thighs and skin-tight skirt. She leaned forward letting her lover and I gaze between her succulent tits. She slowly shook her shoulders causing her tits to sway and jiggle playfully. Smiling widely Marsha slowly pulled her sweater up and over her head. The red lace bra she wore holding her large double D tits firmly in place. As she straightened up she lowered her head and licked at the exposed flesh above her bra. The deep succulent cleavage begged to be fucked. I slowly slid my hand onto Peter’s thigh and let it creep up toward his growing erection. He moaned as my fingernails scratched as his muscles through his slacks. Our eyes were fixed on the sexy woman performing an incredible striptease. Her hands touching every inch of exposed flesh, her tongue licking at those spots she could easily reach. My fingers slowly found Peter’s cock. I began sliding my open palm along the length of his erect manhood. He groaned as my hand slid across the head. His hand increased the pressure of the back massage he was giving me. Marsha turned to face away from us and slid her hands over her ass. I looked up into Peter’s eyes. His lustful gaze was becoming more and more intense as the seconds passed. I moved my lips to his and kissed him. Open lips darting tongues our mouths crushed together in a passionate kiss. Breaking our kiss and returning my attention to the sexy blonde stripper before us I noticed Marsha had been watching me kiss her lover in the mirror. She had a huge smile on her lips, letting me know she enjoyed watching me kiss him. I let my fingers begin moving more intensely over his erection. His moans of pleasure becoming deeper with each stroke I made down his cock. Marsha whispered, “Unzip him.” As my delicate fingers pulled the zipper of his slacks open, Marsha pulled the zipper of her pencil skirt down. My hand disappeared into the opening of his slacks as Marsha began peeling that skintight skirt from her hips. An inch or two down and she’d exposed the matching red lace garter she wore. She moved her hips seductively side to side as the skirt dropped lower and lower on her hips. I pressed my hand through the front opening of Peter’s jockey shorts to grasp his now throbbing cock. The veins pressed into my flesh. “Oh fuck!” Peter exclaimed as my soft fingers circled the girth of his shaft. “Oh fuck!” he repeated as gravity and the sexual swaying of his lover’s hips caused her skirt to finally fall around her ankles. Marsha wore a red lace thong that matched the other red lace undergarments. Her silky white ass framed by two thin red straps that held her black stockings in place. “God damn!” Peter exclaimed as she slowly bent at the waist and slid beautiful red-tipped fingernails across the pure white skin of her ass. Her hands moved to the thin strips of red lace over her hips and she slowly pulled her thong from between her ass cheeks and to one side exposing the glistening vulva of her pussy from behind. Peter groaned a deep throaty groan as I slid his throbbing cock out of his slacks, the head popping into view of my lustful eyes. I studied him intensely as I moved one finger along the shaft following a pulsating artery. The head of his cock was a deep blood engorged purple color. The shaft was covered with a web of arteries. I slowly began stroking its length as he and I keep our eyes fixed on the sexy woman stripping before us. Marsha turned to again face Peter and me her hands coming to rest on her sexy flaring hips. She grasped the thin straps of red lace and pulled them higher on her hips causing the triangle covering her pussy to stretch and dig into the slit it was intended to cover. She smiled as she released the straps letting the snap against her hips. Marsha’s movements were very sensual, her hands and fingers constantly moving touch, caressing her body. Her eyes sparkled and her lips shimmered as she continued her erotic striptease. “She’s so sexy,” I said to Peter. His instant reply was, “Yes I know. But having you here with us is turning her on so much.” Marsha nodded her agreement and slowly reached around her back to unclasp her bra. As the clasp opened she moved her hands around to cup the full soft orbs of her tits holding the lacy material against her tits. She slowly slid one shoulder strap down her sexy arm while holding the cups against her full tits with the other. Changing hands across her chest she removed the other arm from its confining strap and then crossed her arms in front holding the fabric on her tits. The back and shoulder straps hung loosely at her sides while she massaged her firm tits and teased Peter and me by not exposing their fullness completely. “Baby, Gen has your cock so nice and hard, I’ll bet you’d love to fuck my big tits wouldn’t you?” Marsha asked her lover. “You know I would baby!” Peter replied. Marsha slowly slid her hands from her tits and the lacy cups hung loosely on the full mounds of her tits. She smiled and gave her shoulders a tiny shake causing the bra to slide off and fall to the floor. Marsha’s tits are very full and firm. I wondered if perhaps she had implant surgery. Her succulent tits now fully exposed sagged very little considering their full double D size. The nipples were rock hard and stuck out from the middle of her rather large areola. I couldn’t wait to have one between my lips. Marsha stood at the bottom of the bed naked except for the sexy lace garter and thong and the silk stockings and stiletto heels. She cupped her big tits and played with the nipples between thumbs and index fingers, teasing the two of us with her sexuality. Peter finally spoke, “Crawl up here and let me put this hard cock between those big tits lover.” As Marsha slowly mounted the bed from the bottom and crawled between her lover’s legs her tits swayed from side to side. Her eyes were fixed on the goal of his rock hard throbbing cock. As she neared the confluence of his muscular legs her nipples slid across the flesh of his thighs. She moved one hand between his thigh and mine, and the other on the outside of his other leg. Peter slid his hands to the outside of his lovers’ tits and pressed them together as I pushed his cock between her soft orbs and slid my hand down to cup Peter’s balls. He instantly thrust up off the bed to begin slowly fucking her tits. The head popped out from the soft succulent cleavage and he moaned in delight as Marsha lowered her lips to kiss it as it appeared. As I lay there beside Peter watching his lover hump his rock hard cock with her tits I imagined me doing the same thing. I couldn’t wait to feel his cock sliding between my tits, rubbing the head against my nipples. Feeling his hot cock throbbing in the soft fleshy cleavage of my own breasts. Marsha looked over at me and smiled as she slowly tit fucked him. “I want to do my strip tease for you to now,” I said. Marsha replied, “Oh yeah baby, Peter is dying to see your hot little body and so am I.” She released his cock from her soft orbs and slid to the other side of him. Peter smiled having to sexy bitches as bookends and slid one hand to each of our chests. Squeezing Marsha’s big tit and sliding his hand over my smaller fabric covered tit. He looked at me and said, “I can hardly wait to see your hot body naked Genevieve.” I slid off the bed and stood at the bottom facing them. “Make this slow and sexy baby,” Peter said. I smiled and slowly turned to face away from them. From where I was standing I could see them both clearly reflecting in the mirror in front of me. Reaching around I spread my fingers over my ass moving my hands in tiny circles over the slinky fabric of my dress. As I massaged my ass this way I began gathering the material in my hands and slowly lifted the hemline of my dress exposing the tops of my stockings, the straps of my lace garter and the milky white flesh of my upper thighs. Peter said, “Sweet.” Marsha giggled and said, “He likes that Gen.” Watching their faces in the mirror I bent slightly at the hips and continued lifting my dress to expose my ass. I shifted my weight from one leg to the other making my ass wiggle seductively at them both. I jerked my head back causing my hair to fly over my head and cascade down my back to cover part of my soft ass cheeks. Marsha said, “Damn that looks so sexy.” I straightened up and reached for the tiny zipper tap holding the dress tight to my neck. Sliding it slowly down I turned to face my new lovers again. Marsha’s hand moved to begin stroking Peter’s hard cock and he moaned his approval as he kept his eyes fixed on me. There was no easy way to remove my dress. I could reach down and lift it up over my head turning it inside out as I removed it, or slip my arms out of it and let is shimmy down my body as I moved seductively for them. I opted for the former. Reaching down to the hemline I slowly lifted the dress up peeling it over my hips. As I lifted it further I bent at the waist and pulled it up over my head. It turned inside out and fell off my arms. My long hair cascaded around my face as the dress released it from inside. Tossing the dress aside like some kind of rag instead of the expensive garment it really was. I used two fingers to gather my hair and flip it behind me. “WOW, what an incredible body,” Peter exclaimed. “I can’t wait to fuck you, Genevieve.” This striptease was taking to long, I wanted his throbbing cock in my mouth, I wanted perabet Marsha to guide it to my soft red lips and watch as I stuffed him down my throat. I wanted to watch her suck him, while I licked the pulsating shaft. I reached between the cups of my lace bra and undid the clasp, letting them fall away instantly. My hard nipples stood fully erect. I let the bra slide off my body and reached down to pull the thin lace straps of my thong higher on my hips. “Enough of this teasing, I want that cock NOW,” I said. Peter was still sitting with his back against the headboard and Marsha was cuddled into his side slowly stroking his throbbing cock. I crawled up alongside Peter as Marsha slid down to position herself across his hips from me. My soft fingers joined hers stroking the bottom of his shaft as she stroked the head. “Oh yeah ladies, I’m loving this,” Peter whispered. Marsha and I moved our mouths toward his glorious cock in unison, kissing each other open mouthed above the head. Moving down we each licked at the head, circling the silky corona and kissing each other anytime our tongues met. Our mouths worked down the shaft reaching the base. Marsha was first to suck one incredible ball between her lips and I happily sucked the other inside my wet mouth. The flesh of his scrotum stretched between our lips. His testicle slipped from my oral grasp and I licked around his scrotum and up the length of his rock hard shaft, sucking one of Marsha’s fingers between my lips as I pleasured him toward the head. Marsha tilted Peter’s cock toward me offering the pulsating head to my oral pleasures. It slipped between my lips and I circled the head with my tongue as I took more of him inside my wet oral cavity. Marsha stroked her hand down stretching the flesh of his shaft taut as my hot wet mouth descended over his manhood. “Yeah baby, take it deep,” Peter exclaimed. I stopped short of letting his cock head press into my throat and began slowly bobbing up and down on his member. Marsha licked at the shaft as I moved up and pulled back to watch my ruby red lips slide along the throbbing cock as I descended again. “Suck it, Gen,” Marsha whispered encouraging me to continue my oral assault on his throbbing cock. As I fucked him with my hot mouth I let his head begin pressing against the back of my throat. But I didn’t push his bulging head through the narrow opening. His cock glistened with our salvia. Marsha stroked the shaft each time my mouth moved up. “I wanna turn baby.” Marsha finally asked. Her lips followed my own up his shaft and I released him from my mouth letting a string of salvia pull from the tip back to my lips. Marsha’s tongue broke the string of spit as she moved her hot mouth over the head. “Yeah, show her how to take all of it,” Peter exclaimed as his wet cock head slipped between her moist lips. Marsha was clearly well trained in the art of deep throating cock because she descended over him slowly until the bulge of his head was buried within her hot throat. “Oh fuck!” Peter exclaimed as her nose nestled into his pubic hair. I could see her throat muscles flex as she swallowed tightening the soft flesh of her throat around his twitching cock. She moved her head up so that an inch or two of shaft again appeared from between her lips and then pressed down again deep throating him completely once again. “Wow, that looks fucking incredible!” I said. “It feels even better,” Peter exclaimed. I leaned in and began licking at his balls as Marsha continued her cock sucking. Peter’s hands moved to our heads guiding them as we continued our oral pleasures on his beautiful throbbing cock. “Let me try,” I asked. Marsha withdrew his cock from her mouth with a slurping sound and again tilted it toward my eager lips. I took him in my mouth and slowly descended once again over its length, but this time I pressed his cock through the narrow opening of my throat. “Oh yeah, take it all!” Peter howled as I swallowed his throbbing manhood. Marsha encouraged me on saying, “That’s it, Gen, he loves having his cock deep throated.” That feeling I craved so much excited me to throat fuck him feverishly. I stretched my lips over the base of his shaft and sucked hard pulling the entire length inside my hot wet oral cavity. My throat muscles relaxed and his cock head slipped easily down my throat burying him completely in the soft flesh. He moaned deeply as my throat slid along the shaft. Time seemed to stop as I concentrated my entire being on giving Marsha’s lover more oral pleasure than he could stand. I wanted him to beg me to stop. I wanted him to tell us that I was as good a cocksucker as Marsha. I wanted her to be jealous of my oral talents. Peter was the first to give in to our lust for other sexual pleasures he’d told me he wanted.He said, “Let me fuck your hot pussy Genevieve while you eat Marsha.” It was like a Chinese fire drill, all three of us repositioning our selves to pleasure each other. Marsha lay flat on her back, I quickly moved between her legs and removed her thong to expose the cutest triangle of blonde pubic hair just above the luscious folds of flesh along the sides of her pussy. Her long red tipped fingers slid down and spread the lips apart revealing the pink moist flesh her pussy lips hid. Her hard clit popped out almost begging to be licked and sucked.Peter had moved to the foot of the bed and was slowly peeling my thong down my legs letting it stretched between my knees. As I lowered my mouth to her sweet wet pussy he impaled me. Suddenly, violently thrusting completely inside me filling my dripping pussy with his throbbing cock. The force of his initial thrust pushed my mouth hard against Marsha’s pussy. I took her clit between my lips and sucked hard on it. She moaned in pure delight as I began sucking it like it was a tiny cock. Peter wasted no time getting into a steady rhythm grabbing my ass and fucking me deep and hard. I cooed my delight as his cock meat filled me perfectly stretching my pussy open and rubbing the head against my g-spot and into my cervix. I dipped my tongue between the generous folds of flesh surrounding Marsha’s fuck hole and lapped at the juices already flowing inside. She tasted so sweet, her fluids coating my tongue and lips. My tongue fucking of her pussy took on the same rhythm of Peter’s invasion into my pussy letting him push my mouth tight against her pussy as he slammed into me over and over again. Marsha slid her hands up to cup her enormous tits and run her fingers over the completely erect nipples. I began to feel that incredible tingling deep in my loins as Peter’s rock hard cock drove me closer and closer to what I knew would be an awesome climax. “Oh yeah Peter, fuck that hot pussy baby!” I exclaimed. Marsha lowered her hands to my head and pressed my mouth tight against her pussy as she climaxed quickly. Her hips convulsed over and over as the waves of pleasure washed over her. “She’s cuming for you, Genevieve!” Peter exclaimed. “Suck that hot pussy juice from her.” I lapped at her soaking wet slit but lost control as Peter’s assault on my hot pussy pushed me over my own orgasmic peak. My body tensed as the intense sensation of my climax spread out from my loins. “YES, Peter!” I screamed. “Fuck me hard, I’m cuming all over your big cock.” My pussy flooded bathing him in hot juices. His thrusts took on a splashing sound as my fuck tunnel overflowed. He withdrew from me and I instantly collapsed onto Marsha’s abdomen my face resting just above her twitching pussy. “Who wants to taste my cum?” Peter said as he stood at the bottom of the bed slowly stroking his swollen cock. Marsha said, “Give it to us both baby. Shoot that hot cum all over our faces.” Peter moved up alongside the bed as Marsha slid down so our mouths were next to each other. He stroked his cock slowly eliciting the cum shower Marsha and I craved so much. “Oh yeah, give it to us!” Marsha screamed. “Yes, Peter cum on our faces!” I pleaded. Marsha opened her mouth wide and extended her tongue. I lowered my face beside hers just as Peter’s first massive shot of cum exploded from his cock. It splashed thickly across her upper lip and into my waiting mouth. He leaned closer and shot stream after stream onto our faces and into our wide-open mouths. His cum was very thick, sticky and tasted exquisitely salty. He pumped his cock again and again shooting his seed at us coating our faces and tongues with his glorious hot cum. Marsha lifted her head from the bed and took his throbbing cock head between her lips sucking it hard. It popped out from between her lips and I instantly moved forward to have my turn with his sticky cum fountain. “Yeah baby, suck that cock.” Peter bellowed. I let his cock slip from my lips and it flopped down across Marsha’s mouth. She again sucked him inside, and I leaned down to begin licking the sticky coating from her face. Peter withdrew his softening cock to allow Marsha and I to share the cum that was smeared on our faces. “Hmmmmmmm…” I moaned as we kissed and licked each other clean. Peter turned and walked toward the bathroom as Marsha and I sucked and licked his sticky cum from each other’s faces. By the time Peter returned with a small hand towel Marsha and I only had a thin coating of his sperm spread across our mouths. He tossed the towel on Marsha’s tits and said, “Clean yourselves up ladies, I want to watch you two eat each other’s pussies.I wiped his remaining cum from her face and Marsha cleaned mine. Peter had taken a seat in the lounge chair beside the bed waiting for our lesbian sex show to begin. I leaned down and kissed her deeply on the mouth, our tongues circled each other. My mouth moved down to lick and suck at her ample tits. Her nipples were rock hard and I bit them gently as I moved my mouth over her soft fleshy orbs. She slid her hand between my thighs and began fingering my wet pussy as I moved down to lick at her belly and pubic mound. Lifting one leg I straddled her positioning my dripping wet slit just above her face. Her legs spread offering me her own wet pussy. Lowering my head to her I first took her clit between my lips and flicked my tongue at the hard nub. She reached up and pulled my hips down to her mouth. I moaned as her tongue slid along the length of my wet pussy lips. A second lick spreading them so she could dip her soft tongue between. I spread her fleshy folds open exposing the pink moist flesh and her gaping fuck hole. “Yeah that’s it, ladies, eat that hot pussy,” Peter whispered as he leaned forward to better watch me pleasure his lover orally. I could see that he was stroking his limp cock trying to bring it back to life. Marsha moaned deeply as I drove my tongue deep inside her warm pussy. She tasted incredible and smelled even better. We licked and sucked at each other’s pussies as Peter enjoyed our show. “Give me your fingers,” Marsha asked. I slipped two inside and moved my mouth over her clit again sucking and flicking my tongue at the hard little nub. She moaned deeply as my fingers fondled her deeply. I felt her spread my pussy wide with her fingers before she shoved them into my soaking wet slit. Peter encouraged us on saying, “Who’s gonna cum first?” I moaned deeply as she finger fucked my slit and those glorious tingling spears of sexual pleasure began radiating from my loins. She sucked my clit hard causing me to shudder uncontrollably. Her mouth and fingers were guiding me to the peak of sexual pleasure. “Oh god, that’s so good,” I said as my orgasm began building to a feverish pitch. “Do her Marsha, make her cum lover,” Peter said The title wave of orgasmic pleasure crashed over me as she fingered and licked at my pulsating wet slit. I screamed, “OH GOD!” as it peaked. Marsha’s tongue lashed out at my clit and her fingers splashed in and out of me as I flooded with climatic juices. She lapped at my slit drinking ever drop my pussy offered. I lowered my head and began sucking hard on her clit wanting to take her to the summit of sexual pleasure she had just shown me. My fingers pummeled into her. I slipped a third and then a fourth finger into her. Her pussy expanded to except each digit as I fucked her. “Push them in deeper,” Peter demanded as he watched me finger fuck her hot pussy. Marsha groaned as I followed his demand pressing my hand inward until my thumb was bent up and across her clit. My tongue and lips still sucking and licking at the clit. “Fist fuck her baby. She loves having a fist stuffed inside her cunt.” Peter said. Hearing his command Marsha moaned deeply before she said, “Yes baby fist me.” I curled my hand into a fist and pressed it against her pussy. Marsha relaxed her muscles and my hand slid inside. The fleshy folds of her pussy spread over the wide part of my fist and then closed around my wrist as my hand disappears inside her. I could feel the muscles grasping as my hand, clamping down on it like a sexual vice. She gasped as I twisted my hand rubbing my knuckles against her g-spot. “OH GOD! That feels so fucking good Gen!” Marsha screamed. I continued my oral assault on her clit and my invasion of her swollen pussy until she screamed, “I’m gonna cum baby. Fuck me harder.” I pounded her pussy with my hand and sucked hard on her clit as she tensed feeling the quick approach of her own climax. She screamed, “Oh God, YES YES YES as the searing pleasure of her orgasm crashed into her. Her pussy flooded bathing my hand with her juices making it even slipperier and easier to fist fuck her hot cunt. Peter stared at his lovers’ pussy as it convulsed around my fist. He was enjoying watching me pummel her this way, I imagined it was something he’d done for her more than once himself. Marsha groaned over and over as her orgasm began to subside. I slid my fist from her but her pussy remained a gaping hole. I could see the pool of juices flooding her. I pressed my mouth to the opening and sucked hard pulling her cum into my mouth. She groaned loudly as the suction of my mouth pulled at her fleshy gapping cunt. Peter stood holding his now erect cock in one hand. He placed one hand on my shoulder and shoved me off his lover. I flopped down on the bed and rolled over on my back looking up at his massive cock inches above my mouth. “Marsha roll on top of her and give me your sweet ass.” He demanded. Marsha instantly followed his directions mounting me as he moved between her spread legs. Her gaping pussy dripped cum onto my face. Peter bent a little at the knees and he pressed his cock between my wet lips. I tilted my head back slightly to accept the oral invasion I was about to receive. With one slow thrust, he buried his hard cock in my throat. “Yeah, coat that big cock with your spit so I can ass fuck her.” He bellowed. He withdrew and straightened up to press his cock against her ass. Marsha reached around with both hands and spread herself open to her lovers advance. He thrust hard into her. She screamed with sheer delight as his massive cock sank to the depth of her ass. “Suck my clit,” Marsha begged.I lifted my head keeping my eyes open and took her clit between my lips. As I sucked her I could watch the underside of Peter’s hard cock disappear into her ass. I had an incredible view of my lovers’ anal sex. I licked her clit and his balls as he fucked her hard in the ass. Marsha screamed loudly as Peter slammed into her ass. She had experienced his anal assault before and moaned over and over as he fucked her deep hard and fast with his cock. I extended my tongue and let her clit slide across the tip as Peter’s thrusts moved her pelvis back and forth. He withdrew and slammed himself into her pussy slapping his balls against my face. A few strokes in her gaping cunt and he returned to fuck her ass again. Over and over he moved his massive cock from her ass back to her pussy. All the while I worked my oral magic on her swollen clit. Peter was using her, using her ass and pussy for his own pleasure, but giving her the fuck of a lifetime at the same time. “I want a third hole to fuck!” He bellowed. His cock sank deep into her ass and then slammed into her pussy. As he withdrew I offered him that third hole opening my mouth wide to let him slam his rock hard cock deep in my throat. He groaned as I took every inch swallowing hard to grasp him as he withdrew. Over and over again he gave her ass a deep stroke, then move down to slam into her pussy before driving his member down my throat. Marsha screamed, Yeah fuck us good, fuck my ass and cunt.” “Yes fuck my throat deep!” I added. He was obviously fulfilling a long time fantasy of fucking two women in such a demeaning manner, but I wanted to make that fantasy a reality for him. I wanted to watch his cum shoot from his cock and splash against her ass and then drip down across her pussy and into my waiting mouth. His body tensed, as he withdrew from her ass. He groaned deeply as his cock shot a stream of hot cum at her. It instantly ran down over her pussy and just as I thought a moment earlier dripped into my wanting mouth. He lowered his cock and gave me a full shot directly into my flooding oral cavity. Resting the tip against her ass he oozed cum onto her and I accept every drop as it ran down to my lips. perabet giriş He shoved his cock inside her pussy and gave her several short hard strokes before pulling out and slipping it into the pool of cum I was holding in my mouth. Marsha collapsed forward leaving Peter only one wet hole to fuck. He drove his softening cock down my throat cause his seed to ooze from the corners of my mouth and run down over my neck. All three of us were soaked with sweat, covered with cum and basking in the glory of an incredible three-way fuck. Peter finally withdrew this now limp cock from my mouth and smeared the cum around my lips with the soft head. I licked at it trying my best to gather the rest of his salty seed with my tongue and suck it into my open mouth. Peter straightened up to gaze at Marsha’s cum covered ass and pussy and my cum soaked face. “You two look so hot covered with my cum.” He said. He took a step back and said, “Lick her cunt clean Gen.” Leaning against the low dresser Peter watched as I reached up and pulled Marsha’s hips back toward me. She lowered her pussy to my lips and I slowly began licking at her again sucking her lover’s seed between my lips. The mixture of their fuck juices tasted like an incredible sexual cocktail. I lapped at her until I’d cleaned her pussy of every drop. I wanted more, I craved more of these two sensual lovers. I wanted them both pleasuring me at once. “Marsha eat my pussy while I suck Peter’s cock hard again,” I begged. I’d love to!” Marsha exclaimed. She moved off me and directed me to turn over and spin around so my legs would be dangling off the bottom of the bed. As I moved she knelt between my thighs and began massaging along the length of my silk covered legs. Marsha looked over her shoulder at Peter and said, “Now baby you kneel above her head and let her tilt her face back so she can suck your cock again.” As Peter moved to kneel just above my head Marsha lowered her lips to begin kissing and licking at my pussy. I tilted my head back just enough so Peter could lean forward and slip his soft cock between my lips. His balls rested on the bridge of my nose and covered my eyes. I sucked his cock head inside my wet mouth and began running my tongue around the corona. He moaned deeply as my soft tongue circled his cock. Marsha’s tongue slid along the swollen lips of my pussy eliciting a sensual moan from my throat. She straightened up and rubbed her erect nipple against my clit. “Oh god, that feels so fucking good Marsha.” I moaned. As she massaged my clit she could watch me sucking Peter’s limp cock. He leaned forward and pressed its entirety inside my warm wet mouth and kissed his lover deeply. She moaned as his tongue pushed her lips apart and sank into her wet mouth. Breaking their kiss Peter said, “Tongue fuck her Marsha, make her cum. I want to feel her moaning around my cock as she cums baby.” Marsha returned her mouth to my pussy and began sliding her tongue in and out of me. Her fingers spread me open to the advances of her soft tongue. Her sensuous oral caresses felt so much different from those of my male lovers. She knew what feels incredible to a woman and was giving me those exact feelings. Incredibly Peter’s cock began to swell once again and he began slowly fucking my wet mouth again. Marsha’s oral magic was having the desired effect and I began to once again feel that incredible tingling in my pussy as she tongue fucked me toward still another wonderful orgasm. Slowly the tingling spread throughout my entire body and in a few precious moments, I was grinding my hot sticky pussy against her mouth as my orgasm built. Peter continued slowly fucking my mouth with his semi-hard cock and I moaned over and over as Marsha’s sweet mouth took me over the pinnacle of bi-sexual pleasure. I lost all sense of time as my body melted into her sweet mouth. She lapped at my pussy pulling every drop of moisture she could from my wet swollen pussy. My throaty groans only served to make Peter mouth fuck me even faster. His partially erect cock began oozing cum as he moaned deeply in an orgasmic symphony of sexual pleasure. He withdrew his cock and Marsha instantly moved up to lick and suck his sperm from my lips and face. Totally spent Peter collapsed on the bed next to me as his lover and I kissed and licked at each other. She wanting to taste his cum and I wanted to taste my own sweet juices from her mouth. Marsha was the first to speak, “What an incredible experience Gen. I love watching you pleasure Peter, I love watching him react to your incredible body and sexual appetite.””His cock felt so good stuffed in my throat, Marsha,” I offered adding, “I love the taste of his cum.” “He does have sweet tasting cum doesn’t he.” She responded. “You both taste incredible,” Peter added. As I slid out from under Marsha’s sensual body she moved over to lay on top of Peter and rub her soft tits into his back. She began kissing him softly around the back of his neck and shoulders and gently caressing his sides and ass with her soft hands. I excused myself and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. Standing in front of the mirror I looked at my reflection. I had Peter’s cum smeared in my hair, and across my lips. My pussy lips were swollen and red. I felt sexually satisfied. Marsha’s oral talents in some new way surpassed those of all my male lovers. I wondered if she would be open to the idea of she and I making love without Peter being involved. An idea I would have to explore fully at another time and place. I used a soft warm wet washcloth to remove the residue of our loving making from my face, hair, and neck. Returning to the bedroom I found Peter and Marsha entwined in a classic 69 oral position. Marsha was on top and was slowly grinding her pussy over his mouth as he tongued her. Her sexy legs stretched out above his head and her soft full tits sliding over his stomach. His limp cock rested against his abdomen and she was licking the length of his shaft trying her best to encourage him into still another erection. I knelt down between her outstretched legs and watched as Peter used his tongue to pleasure her with long strokes between the swollen lips of her pussy. Marsha moaned each time his tongue slid along her lips and covered her swollen clit. Peter used his fingers to spread her open and licked the soft wet flesh between her lips. “Oh fuck that feels so god damn good!” She exclaimed. He drove his tongue into her deeper and deeper rubbing his chin against her clit. Marsha rocked her hips humping his face as he ate her. “Yes baby, I’m gonna cum for you Peter!” She screamed. Marsha started bucking and quivering as her orgasm built and she again screamed, “I’m cumming baby.” Her pussy convulsed and began oozing a flood of orgasmic juices in his mouth and on his face. She moaned deeply as he stroked at her with his tongue licking every drop of sweet pussy juice she had to offer. As her climax subsided she lifted her hips and moved forward. I leaned forward and lowered my mouth to his to share his lovers’ taste. I moaned deeply as he shoved his cum covered tongue between my lips and circled my own tongue slowly spreading her taste within my mouth. Marsha had been licking and sucking Peter’s soft cock the entire time he ate her. But he was spent and her oral talents could not bring him to another erection. Marsha rolled off Peter and ran her hands over the entire length of her sensuous body, paying close attention to her soft tits and erect nipples. I lifted my face from him and looked up at her. “Suck my pussy, Marsha,” I said. She smiled and responded, “Sit on my face Gen let me tongue fuck you.”Peter slid off the bed and crawled up alongside to sit on the floor resting his arms on the bed to watch his lover and I share one more incredible oral experience. I slowly crawled up along Marsha’s body positioning my pussy over her shimmering mouth. She pressed her tits up against my ass and said, “Ride my face, Gen.” I slid my hands down between my thighs and spread my pussy open wide as I lowered it toward her extended tongue. She slipped it inside me and moaned as I slowly began rocking my hips back and forth like I was fucking her soft tongue. “Oh god, that’s it, Marsha,” I exclaimed. “Fuck me with that sweet tongue.” I glanced over at Peter. He was watching intently as my swollen pussy slid across his lover’s mouth. His hand slowly stroked his cock, twisting around the head as he reached the tip. My rocking motion steadily increased as Marsha continued licking between my pussy lips. “Let me suck it for you, Peter,” I pleaded. Instantly Peter stood and moved back onto the bed standing with his back against the headboard and wall as he offering his cock to my waiting mouth. I leaned forward and took him between my lips curling my tongue so the tip slid along the tender underside as it entered my hot oral cavity. “Yeah, suck that cock.” He said as his hands grasped my head and pulled my mouth toward him. His soft member filled my mouth and I could extend my tongue over my lower lip to lick at his balls as he pressed my head tightly against his hairy pelvic mound. My muffled groans of pleasure resounded around his cock as Marsha continued her tongue fucking of my hot pussy. I began feeling that all to familiar tingling in my loins as she brought me closer and closer to another beautiful climax. I ground my pelvis against her face and sucked harder on Peter’s cock. I wanted his cock to swell, I wanted his hardness pressing into my throat. I craved another taste of his sweet cum. Marsha moved her mouth from my pussy and said, “Give it to us Peter!” Her words confused me somewhat. Peter was nowhere near hard enough or aroused enough to be able to cum again. His lover, Marsha and I had drained every drop of sweet hot cum from his balls. But I didn’t care. All I wanted was to have her hot mouth give me another incredible climax. She tongued my numbing pussy feverishly as my orgasm crashed into me. My hips convulsing fast and hard against her mouth as she took me once more over the top. “Oh god YES Marsha,” I screamed as my pussy flooded with juices. “Drink my cum!” I pleaded with her. Marsha lapped at my dripping pussy and again said, “Give it to us Peter, give us your hot piss baby.” I instantly understood what she was begging for and before I could react Peter withdrew his cock from my mouth and began showering my tits with his hot urine. I involuntarily jerked back trying to escape the hot golden shower streaming from his cock. It ran down over my tits and stomach splashing from my crotch onto Marsha’s face. I watched his stream splashing over my tits and could hardly believe my eyes when Marsha opened her mouth to let his stream of piss fill her. His golden shower was as hot as cum and I felt a sudden urge to spread it over my body. My hands slid up into the stream of piss and I let him pee all over them, smearing the hot fluid over my chest. Marsha’s mouth overflowed with the stream of piss and she actually seemed to enjoy the taste of it. Should I, could I allow him to shoot some in my mouth. I questioned myself. My uncontrolled urges for new sexual experiences took control and I looked up at him and spread my lips open. “Oh yeah!” Peter exclaimed as he directed the stream of hot piss up toward my open mouth. I felt the heat on my chin first and in an instant, his hot piss was streaming between my open lips and filling my mouth. I let it run out and down toward Marsha who by now was soaking wet with his piss. Her hair as wet as if she had just showered. I could feel the bedding under my knees soaked with the endless stream of urine he was producing. His piss tasted so very strange, not really disgusting, but different from a man’s cum. I closed my lips and his stream splashed against my sealed mouth. I slid my hands up to smear him over my face as he all but finished draining his bladder over me and his piss soaked lover below me. As the last few squirts drained from him he leaned forward and pressed his cock tip against my lips. I opened them again and let him rest the tip on my tongue as I slid my hands up behind his legs and pulled him toward me. I could feel his ass cheeks tense as a short squirt of piss again flooded my mouth. I closed my lips around the head and as another squirt filled my mouth I swallow the last of his urine. It felt hot as I let it dribble down my throat. I had no urge to gag or throw up as I imagined I would when the fantasy of being soaked by a golden shower had crossed my mind many months before. Peter pulled his cock from my mouth and I let the remaining fluid drain from my lips and drip down toward Marsha who was intensely watching me accept her lover’s most intimate of fluids. “You fucking bitches are so god damn hot!” Peter exclaimed. Marsha was smiling up at us as she moved her hands up to try and wipe as much of his urine from her face. “I need a shower now,” she said. “Come on Gen let’s shower together,” Marsha added. Peter stepped off the bed and I followed heading quickly for the bathroom. Marsha followed me and closed the bathroom door behind us. My mind was racing with thoughts of what we had just allowed Peter to do. “Did you know…” I started to say, but Marsha cut off my words and said. “It’s been a fantasy of his for a long time, Gen.” “I suppose I should have warned you, Gen,” She said. “No Marsha, if you had I most likely wouldn’t have let it happen,” I said. “Have you let him do that before?” I asked her. Marsha was leaning into the tub turning the shower water on as she replied, “Once before when I was sucking him off he came and then a little piss shot into my mouth.” “But this is the first time he actually emptied his bladder like that,” Marsha added. We removed our soaked stockings and got into the shower to clean his golden shower from us. “Don’t you find it demeaning Marsha?” I asked. “I thought I would, but my husband is so humdrum when it comes to sex Gen. I made a decision that Peter and I would explore any and all kinds of kinky sexual activities,” Marsha explained. Marsha asked, “If I had told you Peter was having fantasies about giving us a golden shower would you have still joined us tonight?” “I might have had second thoughts,” I replied. As we cleansed each other I said, “You know Marsha I didn’t find it all that repulsive, after the initial shock I found having him pee on me quite erotic. And it didn’t taste as bad as I would have imagined.” Marsha was using a soft soapy cloth to wash my breasts and stomach. Her touch was very gentle and she moved with slow deliberate strokes across my body. “You know Marsha, tonight was the first time I’ve ever had sex with a woman. I love the way that feels.” I said. Marsha used the cloth to soap up her full tits and then leaned her body against mine circling me with her soft arms and pulling me tightly against her. “Hmmmmmmmm… that feels so wonderful Marsha,” I said as we rubbed each other tit to tit. My nipples hardened and she moved her hands up to caress them softly. “Gen, maybe you and I should plan a meeting sometime without Peter? I have a wonderful collection of sex toys we could play with.” Marsha suggested. I leaned close to her and kissed her softly on the mouth before I said, “I’d love that Marsha. We spent the better part of an hour in the shower, soaping each other and caressing the places where we’d soaped up. Marsha not only had a very sensual touch, but enjoyed having her body caressed as much as I. We weren’t caressing, kissing or touching with the idea of bringing one another to an orgasm, but rather just to make each other feel good and relax after a rather strenuous sex session with her lover, Peter. When we finally did get out of the shower and dried each other off, we found Peter asleep on the king size bed. “I’m going to dress and head home Marsha,” I said. She smiled and said, “Okay Gen, but don’t forget we going to get together alone sometime soon.” “I’m looking forward to that,” I replied. I bunched up my stockings garter and bra and stuffed them in my purse. Slipping my dress over my head and sliding my feet into my stilettos. I kissed Marsha good-bye and watched as she slipped into bed next to her sleeping lover. She smiled and said, “I’m gonna have a cum cocktail for breakfast tomorrow morning.” I grinned back at her and said, “Enjoy it, hun. I’ll call you Marsha.” “You better would Gen.” She replied. As I closed the hotel room door and began walking down the hall I began thinking about the incredible night I’d just spent. Marsha was so very sexy and I was certain I’d enjoy meeting her again for another session of bi-sexual lovemaking. Peter certainly got over his case of nerves and more or less took control of our ménage à trios’. He had the sexual know how to please both Marsha and me. I was still unsure if I enjoyed his golden shower, but I had to admit I didn’t find it as repulsive as I would have expected it to be. One thing I was sure of was that having multiple lovers excited me very much. My drive back across town was filled with thoughts of that exact thing, multiple lovers. But my thoughts weren’t of a man and a woman, it was of men, the idea of being used by more than one man at a time excited me. I’d have to explore those ideas fully in the days to come. Genevieve’s story continues in Ch 7 when she discovers that her fantasy of being used by a group of horny men turns into a sexual nightmare she may not be able to deal with.

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