Chapter 14

Lillian sipped her coffee at the kitchen table. A week had passed since that fabulous night and she still reveled in the intensity of the erotic thrill she had felt as she rode Art, spiraling toward climax, as she listened to Jennifer and Paul, moaning and grunting as they approached their own orgasms just a few feet away. She’d slept in, gloriously, until after 11 and had awoken warm and wet. Drifting in and out of REM sleep rich with sex dreams had sent pulses of blood flowing to her vagina, causing her clitoris to swell and harden. As she’d awoken, her hand had moved seamlessly between her legs, finding the slickness, flicking the sensitive bud until her back arched and she moaned out her climax.

Her phone beeped —a text from Paul asking her to come up to his room.

Lillian climbed the stairs and walked down the hallway.

“Paul, honey?” she called, knocking on the door.

“Yeah,” she heard.

She poked her head in and her eyes widened. It was almost noon, but Paul was lying in the bed, reading a magazine. He was naked, with just a sheet covering his lower body. There was little doubt about the reason he had summoned her — she could see the shape of Paul’s fully erect penis outlined against the thin cotton.

She walked over to the bed and gave him a light kiss on the lips.

“Mmm,” she purred, reaching down and running her hand lightly along his shaft. “What have you been thinking about?”

“You,” Paul said, reaching up and starting to unbutton her.

Lillian took over, stripping off her blouse and unsnapping her bra. Paul watched her luscious breasts jiggle as they were freed. Lillian hooked her thumbs into the waistbands of her leggings and panties and pulled them down. She kicked them off, together with her flip flops and climbed onto the bed.

Her fingers encircled his rigid shaft.

“What can I do for you?” she murmured.

“I was thinking about your mouth,” Paul said.

Lillian smiled. “Mm-hmm!” She pulled down the sheet, feeling her clitoris tingling and warm wetness beginning to develop between her legs, and marveled that she could get so aroused so quickly.

She stroked and caressed the shaft, manipulating the foreskin up and down over the swollen head, watching a gleaming bead of pre-cum appear at the tip.

“Mmmmm!” Lillian said in approval as she leaned over him, her nipples brushing his chest and began kissing his neck, his cheek, nibbling his earlobe. She moved down his body, kissing a trail down to his chest, pausing to suck one of his nipples She brought one knee and then the other onto the bed between his legs. She moved down, pushing his thighs open with her body, until she was crouched between his legs. She lifted his shaft and leaned down. Paul let out a long moan as she closed her wet, ovalled mouth around the swollen head, licking, sucking...

Her mouth began to move slowly up and down Paul’s rigid staff, lips enclosing the glans, tongue swirling deliciously around the head. Paul groaned as her hand closed around his swollen testicles.

Lillian heard movement behind her. Startled, she stopped what she was doing and looked around.

It was Art! He was standing near the bed, pulling off his shorts and boxers, revealing his fully erect penis, swinging slightly as it was freed from the constricting garments. He climbed onto the bed behind her.

“Art, what are you doing?” Lillian said.

“I was going to ... fuck you,” Art said.

Lillian’s jaw dropped. He wanted to put it in her while she was sucking Paul’s cock! He wanted her to service them together, like two sailors with a twenty-dollar street whore! Every fiber of her being rebelled at the thought. This was not going to happen!

“Art, no!” Lillian said. “Not like this. Not at the same time. It’s not right!”

She raised herself up and got off the bed. She glanced at Paul seeing a mix of surprise and disappointment on his face.

“Lillian!” Art’s voice held a note of command.

“What,” she replied, reaching for her bra.

“Try it!” Art said.

She looked at him for a long moment, her eyes unfocused. A cascade of recollections rushed through her head — the sensations from Art’s mouth working between her legs; the surge of pleasure as Paul’s finger slid into her anus; her orgasm that evening in the cabana, the tsunami of a climax with Paul’s penis deep in her ass; the waves of exhibitionistic delight at knowing Jennifer and Paul were watching as she plunged down on Art.

She had resisted and spurned and reviled every one of those sexual acts her entire adult life. And every one of them had turned out to be fabulous.

She dropped her bra and got back onto the bed. She gently pulled Paul’s legs apart and positioned herself between them, on her elbows and knees, her head above his groin. Then, she slowly walked her thighs apart and arched her back, raising her buttocks, presenting her glistening sex to Art. She turned and looked back at him, her eyes heavily-lidded.

“Fuck me!” she said.

She saw Art’s face break into a smile and turned back to devote her attention to Paul, lowering her head and taking him into her mouth, feeling his grateful fingers in her hair. And then the delicious sensation of Art’s big cock sliding down between her buttocks, brushing over her anus and splitting her moist labial walls.