Unspoken Pleasure

This is the story of an event that happened along time ago — 1994 if my memory serves me right. It was when I was about 21, at University, and exploring my sexuality. This event was a quantum leap in that exploration, like Columbus discovering the new world.

I had a regular boyfriend at the time, his name was Chris. We had been dating for about eight months and had been having sex for about six of those. I had been on the pill for most of those six months as Chris didn’t really like wearing a condom. We had been getting more and more adventurous in our sex life and two weeks prior Chris had fucked my virgin asshole. While it certainly hurt at first, he was patient and I started to like the feeling before he came inside me. We had anal sex again on a number of different occasions and on the last occasion I had cum as he fucked my asshole from behind and I rubbed a vibrator over my enflamed clit.

While Chris and I were not living together, we spent most nights together at either of our abodes. Chris shared his house with a much older guy John, he was in his late forties and had been married and divorced three times. John now had a number of what he termed “part-time girlfriends”, a collection of about half a dozen women that he seemed to successfully juggle and who seemed under no misapprehension that they he was their one and only. I did notice that one woman Yvonne seemed to be there a bit more than the others. She was short and a little bit overweight, but she had a big chest and dressed very elegantly.

Chris and John’s bedrooms had a common wall and on a number of nights that I was there, the sounds of vigorous fucking emanated from Johns’ room. I found this disconcerting at first, but after a few nights I admitted to Chris that I found it arousing. Nonetheless, I felt a bit self conscious at my tender age then and when Chris and I had sex there I tried to do it when John was out.

On this particularly Friday night, Chris and I had been out to see a band. Chris was really into the live band scene, and while I liked it, I wasn’t into it as much as Chris. I generally took it as opportunity to get thoroughly sloshed. This Friday was no different. I had managed to drag Chris way from the live music at about eleven. He was a bit reluctant at first, but when I whispered into his ear that I wanted to suck his cock and then fuck him, his reluctance vanished quickly. A few drinks had made me as horny as hell.

As we arrived home, it appeared that John wasn’t there. We went inside and I grabbed a few things from my bag and headed to the shower. I had some new and rather expensive (for a student) lingerie that I wanted to wear for our lovemaking – sheer black stockings, delicate black lacy panties, and a frilly but stylish bra that pushed my average sized breasts up into smooth alabaster mounds. I felt hot and sexy.

I glided into Chris’ bedroom, pulling the door too, but not closing it properly. Chris had already disrobed and his cock was standing to attention. It was average size, but he generally stayed hard for a long time and there was never any problem bringing me orgasm. As I moved over near him, I sensuously cupped my breasts, squeezing them and pushing them up even further in their already tight restraint. I placed myself between Chris’ parted thighs and slid my nubile young body up along his, and then passionately kissed him, grinding my covered vulva against his bare rock hard cock.

Our lip lock was long and luscious, until Chris fumbled with the clasps on my bra and I squirmed and wriggled until I had removed the bra and then pressed my bare boobs against his hot and muscular chest. I was well and truly lost in the moment. I could feel that my panties were sodden and the aroma from my aroused pussy was starting to drift through the room. I slid down Chris’ body until my face reached his groin and I delicately lifted up his cock and then simply devoured, taking the length right to the back of my throat and sliding my flattened tongue along it as I slurped and bobbed my head up and down.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Then without warning Chris shrieked and leapt upwards, nearly sending me well and truly off the bed. As I caught myself and rolled over, it all became clear. There was John and Yvonne both stark naked at the now open door staring at us. Yvonne had a hold of John’s cock and was tugging on it. I tried desperately to cover myself but to no avail. I was speechless as this old couple just stared at us. John broke the most awkwardness of pauses

“Sorry, we just couldn’t help ourselves,” he said, smirking

“I.. I.. thought you weren’t home” said Chris

“You both look hot, so fucking hot.” said John, ignoring Chris’ response.

Neither Chris nor I knew what to say. We just lay there, sort of sprawled where we were. I was panting with shocking as these two middle aged people stared at us shamelessly. Yvonne’s large and saggy breasts were just hanging there and the top of her pubic triangle was visible below the folds of dimply stomach as she continued to stroke John’s cock which I now clearly saw was big. Not freakshow big, but big, much bigger than average and rather fat. Eight inches I guessed. Although my glance at his member was only brief, I had been caught out looking at it.

“Do you like the look of it.” Yvonne cooed.

“It feels so good inside my cunt, we were hoping you wanted to try it out too. Don’t worry about Chris, he’s not going to miss out. We may be old, but we can fuck both your brains out. What do you say?” Yvonne asked matter of factly.

We were still in some shock, but rather than just a flat no, I found myself looking at Chris for an answer, and as I did so I noticed his cock was still hard.

“Umm” was as much as he could say.

“You can fuck me wherever you want Chris… You can put that cock in my ass… I like it in my ass Chris,” said Yvonne.

Another toneless “Umm” escaped from Chris’s lips.

“Why don’t you just watch for a little while Chris, while we ravish Carmen?”

It wasn’t so much a question from John as a statement.

Chris looked at me and gave the slightest of nods. Thinking back, had we both been stone cold sober and not already overheated sexually, I am sure we would have both resisted. But we didn’t. The uncertain danger of it all was itself intoxicating and there was that big fat cock that I kept sneaking glimpses at.

“Come into our room,” said Yvonne, and they turned around and headed that way.

Without comment, Chris and I shuffled off the bed and followed.

As I walked through the door of John’s bedroom, he put his hand out and I took it.

“Why don’t you sit in the bedside chair for a little while and watch,” said Yvonne to Chris.

Chris obliged and then both John and Yvonne bent down and each took a nipple in their mouths. I felt forbidden lust shoot through me as my breasts were stimulated by this old couple. Both my nipples were on fire as they were licked and sucked and ever so lightly bitten. After what seemed like an eternity, Yvonne relented but John continued. Yvonne went and stood behind me and started to massage my neck and shoulders, firmly and sensuously, pushing her boobs against my back as she did so. She continued for what seemed about ten minutes as John moved from one breast to the other. Yvonne then ceased the wonderful massage, and from behind me grasped both of my breasts, lifting them up, squeezing them and pulling them forward ever so slightly, offering up a nipple to John’s busy lips. Yvonne’s body was now pressed very firmly against my back, her boobs mashed against me.

Involuntarily, I whimpered and then moaned, staring at Chris as I did so. He was sitting back in the chair, his cock the hardest I’d ever seen it. He was paralysed with lust, just sitting there with a big grin on his face, staring at the three of us. Yvonne had a vice like grip on my tits and would periodically apply more pressure before relenting. John continued to try and devour my nipples. This stimulation was delectable, as it walked the fine line between pleasure and pain, but never crossed it.

John finally removed his lips and mouth from my boobs and in unison Yvonne also released her grip. John stood perfectly upright in front of me and Yvonne clasped her hands on the side of my head and pushed me down towards John’s cock. It looked even bigger up close and I could see the precum that had dribbled out and ran down the shaft. I grasped the rigid rod at the base and licked along its length, up and back. I felt John tense as I did so. I gave his cock a real workout to begin with, but then it was he who gave my mouth and throat a workout. I sucked and nibbled the engorged head, licked it like a lollipop, lapped at his peehole, slid my lips up and down the sides of penis at a break neck speed. As I was slurping on his cock, John carefully grasped the sides of my head and started to fuck my mouth. Holding my head still, he pushed his cock deep into my mouth and then slowly withdrew, taking control of me.

I heard lust filled moans and groans from Chris. Although I could not see properly, I knew Yvonne had moved over to Chris, and I glimpsed her kneeling between his legs, obviously sucking his cock. I caught the slightest peep of Chris flail forward and then slump back in his chair, wailing in orgasm as he did. Yvonne had made him cum in no time at all, which was hardly surprising given the circumstances.

John was starting to moan as well, sliding his cock faster and more firmly into my mouth. I didn’t know how much more I could take without seriously gagging and retching, but then he whipped it out of my mouth and started to jack off inches from my face. I was going to get a facial, no two ways about it. John’s hand was a blur and then he grunted. The first blast of cum exploded from his cock and hit me so hard that I twitched, and then spurt after spurt erupted and covered my lips and cheeks. John started shaking and squeezing his cock to extract more which bubbled out and landed across my forehead and in my hair.

I knelt there as John breathed deeply and grinned.

“My, my, aren’t you a cum-covered cutie now Carmen,” said Yvonne.