Chapter 4

Ken was a Swede, and Kari was Norwegian. They were both artists. Ken designed high end furniture while Kari designed accessories such as handbags, luggage, belts and eyeglass frames for quality designer brands. They had inherited this place from Ken’s stepfather and it had taken them five years to turn it into a beautiful, luxury estate.

They asked me about my previous sexual experiences and I told them about Brit, my preference for older partners and a bunch of other stuff that you already know. They asked if I thought Brit was sleeping around on me, and I said I was absolutely sure that she only slept with her best friend who I believed was a classy and healthy college librarian. Brit may have been the wrong girl for me, but she wasn’t a serial cheater.

“The reason we asked,” Kari explained, “is because we prefer to fuck you au naturel.”

“Bareback,” Ken added. “Because we know we’re clean.”

“We only have sex with an exclusive group of people,” Kari continued. “And we trust them the way we hope to trust you.”

“There’s this one couple who introduced us to the lifestyle. They and a select group of our mutual friends have been playing with us since we were a bit older than you,” Ken said.

They went on to explain that this other couple, Carl and Eva, were their mentors. They were about twenty years older than them. Recently, after Ken and Kari had moved to their new place while Carl and Eva had some family matters to take care of in Norway, therefore they hadn’t been able to play together much lately.

“At some point you’ll get to meet them,” Kari reassured me. “That’s if everything goes well with you today.”

Ken laughed and said,” I already think he’s a keeper, don’t you?”

“Well,” Kari pretended to think deeply then laughed melodiously. “He still needs to prove he can handle getting ‘bulldozed’ by you.”

I felt the hot flush of shyness creep up on me again as I listened to my new friends casually discuss fucking my ass and sharing me with their older fuck-friends. A part of me was already getting excited about the prospect of having sex with Carl and Eva. I had already done the math and according to Kari and Ken, Carl and Eva would be in their late fifties.

I was pretty sure that anyone worthy of having a sexual relationship with Kari and Ken must be reasonably attractive, so yeah, I was already thinking about all the exciting possibilities a no-hold-barred relationship with my new friends and by default their hot older friends would bring.

Then Kari resumed telling me how they joined the swinger dating site when they realized they needed to spice up their sex life again and decided to advertise their lust for mentoring a young man.

They received a bunch of applications from young men, but after a month or so of dealing with many unserious flakes and wankers, they were about to give up, but then they came across my profile.

“I was the one who found you,” Kari giggled. “Mr. Grumpy here didn’t want to look anymore, but then when I showed him your picture he couldn’t wait to get you here.”

It was heartwarming to know that Kari and Ken were as excited about the prospect of meeting me as I was about meeting them. It was much more than just excitement. They were lusting after me and my body. Ken was serious about “bulldozing” me, because in his opinion I was already strong enough to handle being fucked by him.

“So is it all right with you if we do it bareback?” Ken went straight back to the point. “I want to be able to feel your ass when I’m fucking you and when I come inside you.”

Ken’s cock throbbed back to life as he said the words, so did mine. I looked at Ken and said, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Ken. But please promise me that you will ease me into it.”

“I promise,” Ken chuckled. “I will ease it into you.”

“I promise too,” Kari laughed, raising her arm and waving excitedly.

The left strap of her babydoll slid down her shoulder as she waved her arm and her left boob popped out of her babydoll. She laughed and pulled down her other strap as well. Now she was sitting in front of us with her glorious jiggly boobs completely exposed, and her nipples already hard and ready to suck and pinch.

“Let’s go to the fuck shack,” Kari suggested giddily. Then she stood up, extending her right hand to me. I let her help me up to my feet. Ken also stood up and started to walk toward the gazebo, which had to be the mentioned fuck shack.

Kari and I followed, hand in hand. I tried not to ogle Kari’s hot, bouncy boobs, but I think she wanted me to do it. So I did peek a few times, but then we reached the gazebo. Inside the gazebo was a beautiful small bed/massage bench hybrid, one of Ken’s own designs.

There were a few wedge pillows on the bed and a few white, leather straps hanging from a metal frame above the bed. There were also a few bottles of massage oil, a variety of sex toys, candles, lubricants and other stuff sitting on top of a stand beside the bed.

“It’s my turn to come Leo, eat my pussy please, honey,” Kari said playfully as she removed her panties and parked her hot butt on the edge of the bed.

Placing a wedge pillow behind her lower back, she placed her feet on the floor and spread her legs wide open. I basked in the glory of Kari’s naked body for a few moments, admiring her firm thighs, her perfectly trimmed golden bush, her flat stomach, and of course her boobs and nipples.

“All yours kiddo,” Ken said with a lusty smile, waiting for me to show how I would perform as a pussy eater.

I was about to eat a woman’s pussy, right in front of her husband. I let that thought sink in for a while; It turned me on even more. She was thirty-eight, more than twice my age, and so beautiful.

I better concentrate now. I can’t let her down. I can’t let myself down. I can’t let her husband down. What would he think if I don’t live up to their expectations?

I had kind of boasted about my mastery of coochie eating on my profile a bit. It was time to show my worth as a master pussy whisperer. I sat on my knees on the floor in front of Kari, grabbed her legs, throwing them over my shoulders as I lowered my face down to meet her inner thighs.

“Oh my fuck,” Kari mewled and purred thickly as I lined up my face with her quivering labia.

“Oh,” I exhaled sharply when I felt a cool liquid being poured over my entire back.

I realized that Ken had decided to squirt grape seed oil all over me and Kari, using a squeeze bottle. He then bent down and began to rub the oil all over Kari’s front and my back. He made sure that I was watching the sensual way he rubbed his wife’s sexy tummy and hairy mons pubis.

“Oh God,” Kari purred louder. “Oh fuck oh shit oh fuck.”

“Does that feel good honey?” Ken asked his ecstatic wife playfully as he continued to apply pressure on her sexy mound.

“Mmm,” Kari managed to mewl in response.

When Ken was done, I cupped Kari’s ass cheeks and lifted her wet crotch up toward my face. She began to pant heavily when she felt my lips touch her inner thighs. I kissed and licked my way down until my lips were leveled with her perfect pussy. It goes without saying that Kari’s pussy and clit were as exquisite as the rest of her body, but I say it anyway.

“Ken oh Ken,” Kari pleaded for her husband’s attention. “Ken, look at his pretty lips, they’re on my pussy ... my pussy ... oh!”

Kari’s pussy and clit were undeniably created by an artist on his/her best creative day. The pink folds of her pussy looked plump and firm. Right above those amazing folded lips there was her large, and already pulsating clit. When I say large, I don’t mean ugly and overly huge.

Much larger and more pronounced than Brit’s, Kari’s clit looked like a cute, tiny penis. Some men may freak out when they see how similar a woman’s clit can be to a cock, but as a man who loves and appreciates a beautiful penis, I absolutely adore clits and especially Kari’s juicy knob.

Still holding her ass up, I placed my right hand on Kari’s firm lower abs, right above her bush line. I lowered my lips until they landed upon the sensitive inner folds of her pussy. Dragging it slightly upward, I swirled my tongue around her clitoral hood for a moment.

“You motherfucking cocksucker boy!” Kari almost yelled, surprising me with the sudden emotional rawness of her tone and the obscenity of her endearing insults. “Kiss my fucking clit. Kiss it with the same lips you kissed my husband’s dick.”

“Mmm’kay,” I kissed Kari’s throbbing clit.

I listened for Kari’s reaction and as soon as she started exerting her sexy grunts and moans, I dragged my tongue down and up again.

Up. Down. Fast. Slow.

Mmm. Nnf. Mmm.

I repeated this sequence of actions a few times until I felt her legs, thighs and butt cheeks tremble, then I lifted her ass further up and placed it between my chin and upper chest.

“Oh, aaaah, mmm,” Kari started to whine loudly when I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth. “You little motherfucker ... this feels so fucking ... ah!”

Kari had a strong, filthy way of expressing her pleasure and I absolutely loved it.

I dragged the fingers of my right hand down until they reached her clit. I searched blindly for her left nipple with my right hand. The moment I began to pinch Kari’s nipple and strum her clit, Kari squealed loudly, “Fuckfff!”

Pushing her crotch into my face extremely hard she screamed more obscenities at me. Finally I felt a torrent of female ejaculate flow into my sucking mouth as Kari came like a geyser.

“Yeah honey!” Ken exclaimed excitedly. “Come all over his face. Squirt into his mouth!”

A steadily stronger stream of clear cum gushed out of her pussy and into my mouth, soaking my face, my chin and my chest. Then she closed her thighs, strained her crotch, bucked her hips as she gushed female cum into my mouth and all over my face.

“He made ... me ... squirt!” Kari sobbed in a strained, breathy voice as she looked at her delighted husband. “Fuuuck!”

“Wow!” Ken exclaimed, clearly impressed by the ferocity of his wife’s climax.

I kept my mouth on Kari’s pussy as she let the tsunami of her orgasm course through her body. Almost two minutes passed until her ass fell slumped back in its place between my chin and chest. When I heard her sigh of relief, I pulled her clitoral hood back with my thumb and pressed the very tip of my tongue against her urethra.