Chapter 3: A Sandwich for Lunch

Several times in my life I have been fortunate enough to become the object of sexual attention from several women in fairly rapid succession. After a number of such series of encounters it finally occurred to me that when I had shown a lady an especially good time, she would gossip about her experiences with her friends and they would in turn take it upon themselves to determine the truth of her claims. Thus I would be passed from bed to bed until I had exhausted the women in that particular circle of acquaintances, or, perhaps more honestly, they had exhausted me.

Therefore I was not particularly surprised when, after my second encounter with Kathleen, she mentioned she had a friend whom she thought might need some tax advice and suggested we meet for lunch so she could introduce us.

Kathleen had explained to me earlier that Jennifer was a friend and client who had recently purchased several investment properties through her. Somewhat shorter than Kathleen but an equally Rubenesque beauty in her early thirties, Jennifer was the kind of large but well-presented younger woman I have often noticed with interest. She wore her straight shoulder-length black hair parted in the middle framing a beautifully delicate face enhanced by a clear pale complexion. After Kathleen had made our introduction and the maitre d' had seated us, I found it difficult not to stare at the contrast of alabaster skin against ebony hair accented by large jade-green eyes sitting across from me. Her stunning face and large body had me wondering of I might be able to interest her in more than tax advice.

During my last tryst with Kathleen she had tactfully let me know that, while she was delighted with the fun we had together, she was not in the market for a committed relationship and, while she looked forward to continuing to meet for recreational sex, she intended to pursue other interests with the understanding that I was free do the same. Thus, having agreed to her declaration of freedom, I did not feel uncomfortable at the thought of a tumble with her friend, which possibility did not seem too remote, judging from the warmth of Jennifer's quick smile, ready laughter and occasional touches during our meal.

Sitting side by side across the table from me, the two ladies, one with short blond hair, the other's long and jet black, offered a delightful contrast in styles of beauty. Encased in a moderately tight sweater, Jennifer's breasts, while not quite as large as Kathleen's, sat surprisingly high on her chest, jutting out with firm impudence. While her décolleté was less pronounced as she had less flesh to display, the bold thrust of her succulent charms promised a firmness to the touch that I was eager to experience.

As the meal progressed, Kathleen steered the conversation in a ribald direction, first with a joke about President Clinton's penchant for specially cured cigars, than by making several allusions to our last meeting, and ending with a vivid description of our imaginative use of whipped cream. Jennifer seem to be quite comfortable with Kathleen's intimate description of our romp, laughing delightedly as the story grew more bawdy. When the tale was finally told, Jennifer related one of her own involving herself and two collage football players in a hot tub with a pint of Hagen Das. By the time she had finished her graphic description of the delights of having butter pecan ice cream eaten from her vagina, I was struggling to discretely shift my rapidly growing cock into a more comfortable position. Her grin as I tried to hide my movements told me she was fully aware of the effect her story had had on me.

As I sat there in embarrassment at having been caught, Kathleen burst out in giggles, triggering a fit of laughter from Jennifer as my face reddened. Finally feeling sorry for me, Kathleen said, "You poor dear, we have a confession to make. Remember our talk last time about having other interests? Well, Jennifer here is one of my other interests. She and I have been playmates since she bought her first condo through me about five years ago. We're not exactly lovers, just best friends who share an occasional evening in bed together after having discovered how much pleasure two women can give each other. When I told her about how great a lover you are and about your penchant for large women, she insisted that I introduce you in the hope that maybe, if you're willing, we might be able to share your attentions, perhaps even together if you'd like." As I sat in stunned silence, mouth agape, both of the beauties across from me broke out in additional fits of laughter.

I had always considered myself fairly sophisticated sexually and had in fact had occasion to sample the pleasures of two women together but outside of my fantasies, I had never imagined the possibility of enjoying two such delightfully large, beautiful, and uninhibited women at once. I could only sputter at the prospect.

Kathleen again came to my rescue. "What's the matter, sweetie, afraid you're not up to it?" she teased, flashing her sexiest grin.

"Well, it not that exactly," I managed to stutter, "although the two of you together are probably more than a match for any man. It's just that I'm overwhelmed at the offer. I don't think I've ever been so delightfully propositioned before, and definitely not by two such beautiful and charming women at once."

"See, what did I tell you?" Kathleen said, turning to Jennifer. "Isn't he just the most articulate gentleman you've ever met? Just wait till you find out what else he can do with his tongue," she added, flashing a lewd grin.

Jennifer giggled again as Kathleen turned back to me. "Well, what do you say? You'd better make up your mind soon or we just might decide to see what kind of trouble we can get into without you."

"Damn, I'd have to be both dead and gay to decline an offer like that."

"I take it that means 'yes.' I trust you're free for the next few hours." Then, without waiting for my answer, "Come on, Jennifer, lets go powder our noses while James here figures out how to stand up without tipping over the table. We'll be back in a minute, sweetie. Don't go away."

As the two soon-to-be objects of my affections stood and left the table I had occasion for the first time to observe Jennifer from the rear. Watching her broad cheeks and large soft thighs move within the confines of her tight skirt only served to increase the stress on my zipper. I had to get my thoughts in hand or I feared I might never be allowed in the restaurant again. Fortunately the waiter arrived with the bill which diverted my attention enough for things to settle down a bit so that when the two ladies returned, I was able to stand without drawing attention to my condition.

Glancing at my crotch as I stood, Jennifer grinned then placed her arm in mine, rubbing her firm breast against my elbow as we left the restaurant, causing me to think that she had probably learned the trick from Kathleen who had teased me the same way on our prior lunch date. I also noticed that a couple of buttons on her sweater seemed to have popped free, apparently while she and Kathleen were in the ladies room.

When we arrived at the parking lot, Kathleen suggested we take her car, a large Mercedes, as there wasn't room for three in my Porsche, adding that Jennifer and I might like to sit in back to get better acquainted.

Opening the rear door, I handed Jennifer into the soft leather where she paused for a moment for me to peer down her sweater before slowly swinging her legs in one at a time, causing her tight skirt to ride up her thighs to give me a flash of red silk panties before she drew her other foot in - another move I recognized from Kathleen's bag of tricks. I was beginning to think that these two were so far ahead of me that I didn't stand a chance. 'Oh. well, ' I decided, 'there are worse fates that being fucked to death by five hundred pounds of women.'

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Shutting her door, I walked around, opened the opposite one and slid in beside Jennifer who had scooted over into the center of the seat so that our thighs pressed together fully as I sat back from closing the door. Not sure how things would progress during our short drive to Kathleen's beach-front house in Lanikai, I stretched my arm over the back of the seat above Jennifer's shoulders, the aroma of her heady perfume filling my senses. As Kathleen prattled on about how much she loved her new car, Jennifer placed her manicured hand high on the inside of my thigh with her little finger casually resting against the shaft of my semi-rigid cock which tented the material of my pants. Turning her body so her breast was pressed against my side, she raised her face to look into my eyes in obvious invitation to a kiss. Her mouth opened as our lips met and her tongue slipped into my mouth to wriggle against mine. My arm slipped from the seat back to encircle her soft shoulders drawing her body tighter against mine as our kiss continued. Her hand shifted up to cup my now fully rigid penis, moving up and down the length of my shaft causing my hips to spasm with excitement. I brought my free hand up to caress the trusting breasts I had been ogling for the past hour. Slipping two more buttons free of their holes gave me access to fully explore the contours of her bra-covered mounds. I slipped a finger beneath the red satin to flick a turgid nipple, evoking her moan of approval.

Finally she broke our kiss. Laying her head on my chest, she looked down to watch her hand slowly stroking my hard cock. When she started to fumble for the tab of my zipper, I grasped her hand and whispered, "Why don't we wait. If you let him out now, we may never get him back in his cage again." Giggling, she moved her hand back down to cup and slowly masturbate my quivering cock which by now had caused a wet spot on my fly, the lubricant having soaked through both my shorts and pants.

Glancing up, I noticed that Kathleen had adjusted her mirror to watch our little passion play. "I though you two might enjoy getting to know each other," she said with a grin when she saw me notice her. "Don't get too carried away now, we're almost there."

Looking out the car window for the first time since leaving the restaurant, I saw we were approaching Kathleen's house. As she pulled up to park at her front door, I realized that Jennifer had not noticed our arrival and was still raptly stroking my swollen member. She seemed to return from her lust-induced hypnosis when I gently pried her hand from the front of my pants and opened the car door. After stepping out, I turned and reached in to help her from the car. Noticing her glazed stare and gaping sweater, I wondered that if she were that far gone from a short back-seat make out session, what would she be like after a full afternoon of serious sex?

I looked around as we walked up to the house and was glad that Kathleen had an enclosed yard as neither Jennifer nor I were in any condition to be seen by the neighbors. Kathleen followed behind giggling as I walked beside Jennifer, my arm around her ample waist to steady her so she could walk into the house.

The few steps into the house and down the hall into the master suite seemed to revive our brunette friend so that when Kathleen entered the bedroom behind us, Jennifer walked over to her, slid one arm around her neck and the other up under the front of her skirt, and, pressing her full body against Kathleen's even larger one, kissed her as passionately as she had me only moments before. Kathleen responded by reaching her hands around and under Jennifer's skirt and pulling it up to display the bulging white balloons of her hips bisected by the red string of her thong. Lifting her mouth from Jennifer's probing kiss, she looked over at me. "Want some?" she offered, grinning.

I stepped up to the proffered derriére, nestled the bulging shaft of my hard cock along the valley between Jennifer's full cheeks and reached around to bury my hands between four massive breasts. As I leaned forward over Jennifer's shoulder to meet Kathleen's offered mouth and stabbing tongue Jennifer began to hunch her butt back against my stiffness. I noticed the movement of her arm reaching between Kathleen's thighs and realized she must have found her goal when Kathleen stiffened then moaned into my mouth.

"Enough of this foreplay! Lets fuck!" Kathleen exclaimed, pulling away from our combined stimulation on both sets of her lips. "Would you care to have a seat, sir, while I get our young friend here prepared for your pleasure?"

"My, what a gracious hostess," I replied settling into a large wing-backed chair to watch the show.

The two beautifully large bodies moved together again as lips, breasts and abdomens met in sensuous caress before parting slightly when Kathleen's fleshy fingers came between them to free the remaining buttons of Jennifer's sweater. Easing it back off her shoulders to drop to the carpet, the red-tipped fingers moved between her lover's jutting mounds to release the straining hooks and free the luscious globes of flesh, whisking away the red bra to bare them to my eyes for the first time. Taking a breast in each hand, Kathleen bent her head to first lick than suck the puffy nipples protruding from Jennifer's unusually large dark aureoles.

Reaching up to cradle Kathleen's cheeks in her palms, Jennifer raised the blond head to mash her open mouth against the wet lips, then moved her hands down to free the straining buttons of Kathleen's blouse, not bothering to remove it before freeing the mammoth breasts from their oversized bra. Obviously wanting to return the favor of Kathleen's earlier caress, Jennifer lifted an enormous breast between her two hands and began to chew on the turgid nipple as Kathleen cupped the back of her head, forcing Jennifer's face deep into the soft flesh. Gasping for air, Jennifer finally pulled her head away from the smothering softness and turned her back to Kathleen in mute invitation to release the zipper and button at the back of her skirt.

Grinning at me and wiggling her hips in sexy invitation, Jennifer eased her tight skirt over her hips and down her full thighs allowing it to puddle at her feet as she stood in almost naked glory. Clad only in elastic-topped stockings and heels with her red thong peeking out from under her full round tummy, she stood watching me as Kathleen moved in behind her to reach around and lift a still-wet breast in each hand, offering them for my inspection.

Grinning at my gaping stare, Jennifer stepped free of Kathleen's fondling and moved over to stand in front of my chair, legs apart and hands on hips. "Take out your cock!" she demanded, obviously enjoying the role of a slut in heat.

As I lowered my zipper and struggled to free my iron bar from a tangle of wet underwear, she knelt between my knees. When I finally managed to maneuver my dripping cock out through my fly, she reached out, wrapped her manicured fingers around the base, and began to slowly work the skin up and down the blood-swollen shaft.

"Kathleen was right. You do have a beautiful cock," she said, licking her lips as her large green eyes stared into mine.

By this time Kathleen had shed the remainder of her clothing and, fully nude except for stockings and garter belt, walked over to stand beside my chair, watching her friend's short red-tipped fingers slowly masturbate my leaking purple organ. Braking eye contact with Jennifer, I reached out to slide my hand between Kathleen's large round thighs above her stockings and began slowly caressing her soft skin gradually moving higher toward the sparse blond fleece, already dripping with her obvious arousal. When she spread her legs to allow me fuller access to her charms, I turned my palm up and began to lightly rub the tip of my middle finger along her swollen lips. Deciding I had teased her enough, I began to work my finger between the wet red labia and into her body. She bent at the waist and dangled her massive breasts in my face as I struggled to capture a swollen nub to nurse on.