by Andrew (June 2001)
I had been living in the apartment building for three years. The two women had been next door for the past two. Over the course of time, we exchanged the typical pleasantries and small talk. Eventually we developed a comfortable but relatively casual relationship.
I would help them out if they needed some other heavy work done or if something needed fixing. They would reciprocate by presenting me with some delicious baked goodies, especially around the holidays. They also helped me dress up my apartment by suggesting things like plants, accent pillows and other such things so much more appreciated by women. They would even invite me over for dinner occasionally. The meal was always exceptional since Donna was a trained gourmet chef. (Or would that be chef-ess? chefette?) I always enjoyed it when I got the chance to see these two women but I never explored any romantic opportunities with them.
I'm not really much of a "lady killer" and don't do too well when I meet women. I guess I'm a bit shy really. But for some reason, women seem to relax around me. I guess they figure that I'm not going to put some flashy moves on them. They sometime treat me like their brother. I am not very threatening. That usually makes it all the more difficult for me to try to develop a romance. I suppose another reason was because I was seeing this other women pretty seriously. I like things pretty simple and didn't want to complicate one relationship and possibly screw up a nice friendship. Besides, if I started dating one, that would probably cause some ill feelings in the other. Too many ways to get into trouble. That isn't to say I didn't fantasize about them. Many times I would allow my thoughts to wonder to torrid visions of sexual encounters with my neighbours. Our two apartment were in the crux of an L-shaped building that faced a picturesque hillside. The windows were extra large in the living room and bedroom to take advantage of the view.
This also meant that if the curtains were open, we could see into each other's apartment. I typically kept the curtains in the living room open all the time. One of my favourite pastimes was to sit in my easy chair by the window and read. I also regularly glanced upward to see if Donna or Natasha could be seen. If they were, we usually exchanged a friendly wave. We were all pretty comfortable with the relationship.
Over time, I have seen the girls entertain the gamut of relatives, girl friends and boy friends. I must admit that I always felt just a bit sad when a boy friend was visiting and the drapes became closed as the evening progressed. Eventually, and inevitably, my relationship with Marilyn turned sour and we broke up. Even during it's best moments it could only be described as flat and not too terribly exciting.
But a loss is a loss and I went through the obligatory depression and sorry-for-myself period. One evening, while in this emotional funk, I was reading and glanced over the tops of my reading glasses and into my neighbour's living room window.
There were about 5 or 6 women visiting and it looked like they were having some kind of party. This struck me as a bit unusual so I watched a bit more intently. It didn't take long for me to figure out what was going on. They were having one of those lingerie parties.
One woman was presenting her wares to the invitees. They were drinking white wine and there was lots of giggling going on. I couldn't hear anything but from their gestures, it wasn't too difficult to imagine what they were saying.
"OH NO! I couldn't wear that!" a very over-weight woman must have been saying while she covered her mouth with one hand and pointed to the very small sheer teddy being held up by the matronly woman that was wearing too much make-up.
I then saw slender Natasha take the garment and hold it over her tight fitting T-shirt and faded jeans.
"She could wear that just fine", I caught myself saying out loud.
I went back to my book but checked in on the party occasionally. It eventually broke up around 8 o'clock. I watched Donna and Natasha make their way around the apartment picking up after their guests had left. Although the hillside is nice, I rather preferred the view of two very attractive women repeatedly bending over in very tight jeans. I was just about to finish reading and close the book when I took one more glance across the way. In the window was
Donna waving at me as if she had been trying to get my attention for some time. She was mouthing "come on over".
There was nothing unusual about the request so I thought little of it and preceded to do as was suggested. As soon as the door opened, I was greeted with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek by Donna.
The stereo was pretty loud but I doubt if the two of them noticed it. They were probably pretty used to it by now. The air was pretty stale so it was a good thing that Donna went over to open the living room window. There was a heavy odour of sweet cheep perfumes.
I assumed that it came from the perfumes of their guests and the assortment of body oils, lotions, candles and incense that had probably been whiffed by the gathering. There was also another scent that I was much more familiar with but I couldn't place it. It was much more delicate and seemed almost straining to get through the other, more artificial smells.
I liked it. What was it? I knew that smell. Donna, now standing before the screened window, turned to me and said in a louder than necessary voice, "Wanna glass of wine? It's really good."
She giggled and she went of to fetch one without waiting for my answer. It was pretty clear to me that she was already quite familiar with the wine. I have the feeling that they had spent most of the afternoon getting well acquainted. Silently, I wondered, "Where's Natasha?"
As if on cue, out from the hallway swished Natasha. "Swished "was the only way to describe it! I could swear I heard a swishing sound as she went right past me towards the kitchen to join her roommate.
"Hi Andrew", she said to me and preceded stop and talk to the closed door to the kitchen. "Hey! How do I look?", she asked the door.
I think she too had been introduced to the "good" wine. Natasha stood a few feet in front of me facing the kitchen door. Like her roommate, she wore a T-shirt and jeans. But over this unremarkable ensemble was a pink and very sheer ...uh..wrap?.. no...uh...robe?....nope, definitely not a robe.
I'm not sure what you'd call it. It came down to the middle of her very attractive buttocks and was trimmed in some kind of furry stuff that ran around the lower edge and up the front. Even with the T-shirt and jeans I could tell that this garment had great possibilities.
Donna zoomed out of the kitchen and almost collided into Natasha. (I was to find out that there would be a lot of "zooming" and "swishing" going on this evening.) Stopping just momentarily, Donna said, "Looks great". She then continued her zooming and zoomed right up to me.
She handed me the wine, whispered into my ear, "Sorry to hear about Marilyn. But we love you." She again kissed me on the cheek. I suppose I was to take comfort in that.
Turning to her oddly dressed roommate she continued, "...but don't take my word for it. Ask Andy here. He's probably a better judge than me." I hated being called Andy.
I hated it even when I was 8 and I hate it at 28. But somehow I resisted the urge to tell her. What was that smell? "So wadda ya think Andrew. Do ya like it? Does it turn you on?", Natasha asked sarcastically. Then she mockingly twirled in her little nighty.
"Kinda hard to tell but I think it has possibilities", I said casually as I took my first sip of the "good" wine. Augh! The "good" wine violently attacked every well trained taste bud on my tongue.
Did they pour this from the wrong bottle? My remark didn't seem to register with Natasha. Donna sat down on the easy chair and I sat on the sofa with my back to the hallway. Natasha just zoomed back down the hallway. "Had a party here today?", I nonchalantly asked.
"Yeah", Donna answered. "We had a bunch of girls here for a lingerie party. It was fun."
She took a big gulp of her wine and then giggled. No doubt caused by a mental flash of the earlier festivities. "Got kinda crazy for a while. Especially when the sex toys came out. You know. Dildos and Ben-Wa balls and stuff."
I felt a little uncomfortable with the unnecessary clarification. "But they had some pretty sexy clothes." Then I saw her eyes open very wide with surprise.
Her mouth did likewise. Her gaze shifted to over and behind me. "Holy shit", she gasped. I could only assume that a huge oak hutch filled to capacity with very heavy earthenware was about to crash down and squash me.
With an obvious ducking movement I swung around to see the instrument of my destruction. There was no hutch about to crush me but the feeling of eminent disaster did not leave me. Natasha was walking towards us but oblivious to the fact that she had both of our undivided attentions.
She was busy attempting to tie the only two strings that served to close her new nightey just below the neck. During Natasha's absence, she had removed the T-shirt and jeans and had also put on the rest of the outfit.
Under her almost transparent top was a tiny matching pink bra. It was cut extremely low and barely covered her nipples that pressed hard against the pink material. Since her top could only be closed above her breasts, it was open below them.
Her very curvaceous and slender waste was exposed. The tiniest of pink triangles covered her womanhood and it was held in place by the thinnest of strings that made the most enviable trip over and around her lovely hips. Once the top was tied, she opened her arms and asked, "How's this?"
I think she knew the answer which was good because both Donna and I were speechless. Then she twirled without the mocking gestures. Her ample breasts bounced and jiggled with her movements.
That bra was a marvel of textile engineering. Once her twirl was finished, she slipped around the sofa and bounced herself down. Some parts of her body did more bouncing than others and also did it longer. I took a gulp of my wine.
"Holy shit Natasha", I heard Donna repeat. At least I thought it was Donna. I wasn't exactly looking at her when I heard it but I assumed it was her. I might have been me but I'm pretty sure it was her.
"I take it you like this better", Natasha asked. "No shit", is what I thought but did not say.
Donna turned to me and asked, "You're not into that pinky virginal sweetsy crap are you Andrew?" Still unable to answer, she added, "I'll really show you something special."
And with that she got up and did her own zooming down the hall. "Well are you gonna stare at my tits or are you gonna pour me some more of that good wine?", Natasha snapped with a smile.
I got up, backed toward the kitchen, almost tripped over the coffee table and stumbled through the kitchen door. Once inside, I felt myself begin to breathe again. Sweat was beginning to form on my forehead. My heart was pounding. I leaned against the counter to collect myself.
I looked for the wine. "Hurry up in there Andy" Among the messy hors d'oeuvres I spotted a green half gallon jug.
That must be the wine. I grabbed the skinny neck of the bottle and made my way back into the living room. As I entered, so did Donna from across the room. I dropped the skinny necked bottle on my foot.
I didn't feel it. "You strike me as this kind of guy", Donna asserted. She also twirled around. She was dressed in a black-lace teddy with red lace trim. She wore black stockings with garter belts and black heeled shoes. The teddy was french cut well over her hips. That cut was almost as high as her neck-line was cut low.
A wide and deep V plunged between Donna's large breasts. Beside her nipples there was little else of her breasts that couldn't be seen. I stopped breathing again. Donna moved over to me. She placed her arms around my neck and gave me another hug. I felt her breasts press against me.
I also felt a tingling between my legs. I probably had experienced that tingling several times already but this was the first time that I noticed it. She slipped behind me without breaking her hug. Then she whispered into my ear, "This is what you want, isn't it. God, you're a sexy man. All you need is a big cock and you'd be perfect."
I guess technically, under that rather limited set of criteria, I could now consider myself perfect. "Wanna show me?", Donna added as she came around to the front of me and backed away. She took my hand and led me over to the sofa. I sat with Donna on one side and Natasha on the other. The two of them began kissing my face.
They started rubbing their hands all around my chest. What was I supposed to do now?
AND WHAT WAS THAT SMELL! IT WAS DRIVING ME CRAZY!
I guess all men of any maturity eventually reach the point in an uncomfortable situation where instinct takes over. Like the point in time where an airline pilot knows he is going down and if he took the time to think about all the things he must do next, everyone would perish. But all his training and gut instincts take over in such a crisis situation. He reacts with an inner knowledge and confidence. He becomes automatic. He becomes a machine that responds with lightning speed. His mind calculates and processes options instantly. There is never a moment of hesitation. He becomes a superman. All are saved. He is a hero.
I am no different. My mind and body knew what to do. Hell, one part of it was already doing it. My initial shock was quickly fading and was being overcome with much less sophisticated thoughts. They were much more basic and primitive. I was rising to the occasion, literally. I couldn't let all those people in that plane die. One false step and we would be doomed. I had to perform brilliantly. It was all up to me.
I couldn't let them down. My mind, although a bit rusty, began to kick into high gear. Quickly the crust of inactivity broke away and revealed a still well lubricated and functioning mechanism. With my arms wrapped around my two friends, I squeezed them close to me. They ignored the gesture and kept kissing me feverishly.
Donna slid her hand down from my chest and pressed it between my legs. She cupped my balls firmly through my pants and repeatedly squeezed them. I felt my penis working hard to press from under her grasp. She would not let it. She followed the expanding member as it grew and started tugging at me. Occasionally she would pause to slid her hand up and down its length.
"You DO have a big cock, don't you?", she whispered loud enough for Natasha and I to hear.
I recall grunting something unintelligible. Not wanting to blindly accept Donna's assessment for her own, Natasha's hand joined Donna's and they both stroked and played with me through my clothes.
I hugged the two women again and let my hand fall down from around their shoulders. I slipped each hand underneath their panties and found myself with two handfuls of the most delicious buttocks you could ever imagine. They were firm, warm and very smooth. Leaning to one side caused my left hand to slip from Natasha's ass but plunge deep into Donna's panties.
My fingers made their way down between her cheeks and around to the front of her crotch. They were pleasantly greeted by a hot steamy wetness that signaled Donna's aroused condition. The texture was delightfully thick and slippery. I was enjoying this as much as she obviously was.
I pressed down further and allowed my middle finger to slip deep into Donna's pussy. At the same instant she stopped kissing my face, grabbed my crotch hard, and with a hot breathy expulsion of air, whispered into my ear, "oh yes! Fuck my pussy. Fuck me."
I began to do exactly as she requested. I pressed another finger into her and started to thrust them in and out of her eager pussy. She was getting wetter by the second. She was also drawing into herself. Like a parachutest about to lunge through the open door of an airplane, she prepared for her orgasmic plunge into oblivion.
She let go of my now rock hard penis. She stopped kissing me and let her head fall back on her shoulders. She sat more upright so I could press even deeper into her. Her breathing became faster and so did my thrusting. I could feel her hard clitoris press against my wet palm. She was about to come. Totally ignoring her friend, Natasha kept kissing my face and neck. But when Donna let go of my cock, so did she.
It was for a different reason though. Her deft hands quickly undid my belt and zipper. My pants were soon down to my ankles. With equal ease and a little help from me, she slipped my shorts down as well. She grabbed me firmly and held me straight up. "Mmmmm", she muttered as if confronted with a long desired desert. She slid down off the couch and positioned herself between my legs. Looking at me with naughty eyes she licked her lips, opened her mouth wide and sucked me in completely.
My body reacted with a shudder. Nosily and wetly she sucked me in and out of her mouth. She intentionally let large amounts of saliva drip all over me when she licked my cock with her mouth open. Donna was totally unaware of anything but her impending orgasm. It began with quick erratic breaths. She fell against my shoulder. Mixed between her hot gasps I heard, "Huh...Huh...I'm coming...Oh, God!..I'm coming...yes...Yes..."
And come she did. My hand first felt her muscles clench down on my fingers. Then I felt a flood of warm wetness.
I quickened my movements. I was using my whole hand to rub every part of her. It got wetter and wetter with each spasm. I could literally feel pools of female cum collect in the crevices of my hand. She wrapped her arms tightly around me as if trying to hold on against a violent wind. Then she stopped moving. Her orgasm was over.
I had never experienced so violent an orgasm in a women before and certainly not by just fondling her. She kissed me on the lips. Her full lips parted and I felt her warm wet tongue press between my own lips. Her breath was hot and panting. It excited me even further. I drew my hand from between her legs and it left with a noisy squishing sound. I held her face in my hand while our tongues made their own love to each other.
THAT WAS IT! That was the hauntingly exciting aroma I had smelled earlier.
Only now it wasn't bombarded by the smell of cheap wine and a multitude of perfumes of equal quality. My two friends, along with their guests, had gotten themselves so worked up that even that faint, sweet, exquisite, erotic scent could still be detected by a nose that truly knows no better thrill.
I touched our joined lips with my wet fingers. My nostrils filled with the wonderful scent of Donna's cum. I added the warm and slippery cum to our kissing. We both took delight in kissing and licking it from my fingers. In a wicked and determined voice Donna promised, "I will also taste your cum."
Our attentions now turned to Natasha who was dutifully devouring my cock. She was all over me like a crazed woman. She paid equal attention to my balls. She was very good at what she was doing. Each time she slid my cock between those luscious red lips of hers, I could feel the back of her tongue caressing me. Time and time again I intentionally squeezed my groin muscles full knowing that I was pressing more and more of my pre-cum into Natasha's mouth.
Each time she just took me in that much deeper as if to say, "Give me all you can." Donna stood up and removed all of her clothes while Natasha continued her expert work. She stood naked and beautiful before me.
I used both my hands to rub her stomach and breasts. I also spent some time teasing and caressing the small and very erect nipples of her large firm breasts. I occasionally returned a hand to between her legs to retrieve some of her magical wetness and used it to lubricate and excite her nipples. More than once she intercepted my hand and brought it to her mouth to lick the cum from my fingers. She seemed to know of it's special appeal to me.
Then Donna stepped around behind Natasha and undressed her. They were now both naked. Donna interrupted her friend and said, "I want him to suck my pussy."
Natasha smiled with my dick still in her mouth and then stood up. The two of them slid me to the floor. Facing me, Donna straddled my shoulders and pressed her crotch down onto my face. She was still very wet with cum and I was more than eager to lick and suck it from her. I pressed my tongue far into her cunt and playfully lapped at the folds within her. I also licked at her clitoris. That made her squirm about on my face and smear it with her warm cum. "Oh you taste so good", I said. "I love the taste of your cum."
"I'm glad", she replied. "I want to feel your tongue in my cunt. I want to feel you suck my cum from my pussy. Your tongue feels so good in me. Fuck me with your tongue." Natasha said, "Stop for a second."
We did and looked at her. "I want to have your hard dick deep inside my pussy. I'm so wet from sucking on your cock. I could taste your cum. It made me so fucking hot. I want you to fuck me. Look. See?" She squatted over my cock and used the fingers of one hand to spread the lips of her pussy.
Her exposed clitoris was erect and a very deep pink. Her other hand was busy rubbing it and spreading her wetness all over herself. And then a most remarkable thing happened. Her own caresses caused her to get so wet that a long strand of lubrication slowly stretched from her cunt.
The clear slender thread stretched down continuously until it touched me at the tip of my extended cock. It was warm and wonderful. Then she started using my cock to spread it even further.
I felt like I was being tortured. She was stroking me up and down. I wanted to come so bad. I went back to licking Donna's pussy in hopes of delaying my orgasm. Then I felt Natasha sit down.
My well slickened cock easily slipped deep into her cunt. I involuntarily let out a deep gasp. So did Natasha. Without a pause, she started moving up and down on my shaft. Each time she would draw me to the verge of loosing me from her vagina and then sit down again, impaling herself once more. "Oh God. Your cunt feels so good. It's so tight around my cock. I'm gonna cum real soon." "I want you to", Natasha softly replied.
"Come deep into my cunt." Donna got up off of me and kissed me hard on my cum covered lips. Then she moved down closer to where Natasha was riding me. Donna reached under her friend and grabbed my cock. She began to stroke me while Natasha continued moving up and down. She also used her hand to help stimulate Natasha's clit.
Faster and faster Natasha moved on me. She closed her eyes and seemed to do what Donna had done when her orgasm was approaching. She started to move erratically. Her chest expanded and contracted with deep gasps. Her wonderful breasts jiggled with each breath. Then she came. I felt her squeeze me tight. Like Donna, Natasha came hard and a lot. I felt her cunt flow and cover me with her warm cum.
I could see my cock glisten with the clear slick juice that pressed out of her with each thrust. This was all too much for me. "I'm gonna cum!", I warned. They ignored me. Every muscle seemed to contract at once. Natasha sat down on me and stopped moving.
I felt my dick release a long burst of cum deep into her. "Oh yes", she said. "I feel you coming." Natasha was slowly lifting herself up when I spasmed again. I saw my thick white cream ooze out from Natasha's cunt. She leaned far back. Donna then pulled my cock from within her friend and started rubbing Natasha's clitoris with my still spurting head.
Again and again I came. Each burst splattered long thick strands of white cum on Natasha's pussy and up along her abdomen. Donna then fulfilled her earlier promise. As my orgasm began to subside, she sucked me into her mouth. She laid her face against her friends cum covered abdomen and gladly accepted the last remaining spurts of semen.
When my orgasm was over, she withdrew my spend cock from her mouth. She had not swallowed my ejaculate and now let it slide back out from between her talented lips. She deposited it back onto my cock and caressed its length with pursed lips. With cum still clinging to her cheeks and lips, she now turned her attentions to Natasha's pussy just a head turn away.
I watched Donna's tongue tickle Natasha's clitoris and occasionally press into her pussy still dripping with my cum.
Soon our passions subsided and we just looked at each other not sure what to say next. We were content and satisfied. After a few moments I heard myself ask, "Got any more of that good wine."
I deserved it. I had brought the plane down safely
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