Chapter 2: Dual Pickup

Once inside, Sylvia excused herself to slip into something more comfortable. Chris headed to the bar and made them both drinks. When she returned in a dark blue negligee, he was standing at the bar fully clothed, member stiff and pointed in Sylvia's direction. Her hands roamed over her body, unselfconsciously rubbing her aroused body, inviting him to make her feel like a woman.

The first kiss was deep and prolonged, igniting the pent up passion within the both of them. Breaking off the kiss, Chris pushed back her long dark hair from her face and gazed into her eyes, eyes that spoke of her longing. He gently nibbled at her lips, tracing their outline with the tip of his tongue. Then he lewdly tongue fucked her mouth before licking up the line of her jaw to nuzzle the nape of her neck and her ear.

Sylvia, in turn, held his erection firmly in her fist imagining how good it would feel as it pumped his seed into her. She recalled his words, ""I take my time Sylvia... I take my time."

They moved into her bedroom. Chris held her in his arms, his hands on her sweet spot, where he could just barely feel the bulge of her breasts. Moaning, she thrust her tongue into his mouth to dance with his. He lowered his hands down her sides and then came back up and under her breasts. His hands found their way under the negligee to her back and unimpeded, roamed across the silky smooth skin of her back. He caressed Sylvia's back for several minutes while tenderly kissing her and thought how delighted his wife Sandy would be when he brought this one home to her, and smiled.

Chris took his time, allowing his eyes to feast hungrily on her perfect proportions. 'What a beautiful creature!' he thought. Her breasts were firm, her waist wasp-like, flaring to wide hips with a perfect ass before tapering into her thighs to her shapely calves and the sexiest feet he'd ever seen. Her ankle was adorned with a diamond tennis bracelet, her toes bedecked with several silver toe-rings.

He stood above her, like some triumphant Vandal Goth, and began to undress. His intentions were clear. She smiled invitingly, approving of her fate. As he stepped out of his neatly pressed slacks, he made a point of hanging them carefully to protect the knife-like creases, and then removed his boxer shorts. Sylvia lay before him, caressing her breasts, legs akimbo waiting for him to start; her eyes riveted on the jutting 8-inch penis, bobbing before them. Lifting her far leg, Chris brought her toes to his mouth. His eyes were locked to hers as he slathered each salty toe with his tongue even as he ground his stiffened cock into her bare inner thigh.

They both enjoyed the toe sucking. Slowly, Chris began his deliberate descent down her leg, kissing, licking, and nibbling along the way, until at last he could lick the crease between her thigh and vulva. Sylvia was neatly shaved, with just a small triangular patch of black wooly hair over her pubic mound. Her coral colored pussy lips glistened with the secretions of her arousal. Hardly stopping at all, he moved to her other thigh and resumed his kissing and licking as the sound of Sylvia's moans grew in intensity.

Then with impeccable timing, he turned his attentions to her fleshy vulva, which he licked and teased for several long minutes. Sylvia was squirming around and her breasts were heaving as she wriggled free of the negligee.

She had seemingly sucked the air from the room through her teeth, when with the flat of his tongue; Chris licked her juicy slit like an ice cream cone, starting down low and finishing above her clit. The slow tease had done its work, so that when his unhurried tongue finally raked across her protruding clit at a snail's pace; her stomach muscles began undulating as she murmured, "OH GOD! OHHHHHHH!"

A second raking over her clit brought on a series of lusty howls as Sylvia plunged into orgasmic ecstasy. Chris sent a solitary finger into her; felt her vagina tighten around it as she came. A warm gush flowed across his hand and he hungrily lapped at her pussy, sucking up as much of her sweet nectar as he could. Finally, he pulled his dripping wet face from her pussy, scooted up and kissed her, sharing with her, her own juices as she slowly came down from her orgasm.

She was more than primed. Picking her up from the plush carpeting, Chris carried her to the bed.

Above her head, Sylvia gripped the iron spindles of the headboard, and spreading her shapely legs, unbelievably wide, watched him enter her nubile body.

Chris crawled on top of her and Sylvia wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Undulating her hips, Sylvia guided the head of his cock to the entrance of her cunt. Chris did the rest, providing a substantial thrust so that his tip shoved aside her pouting labia and formed a sheath for his throbbing prick.

He gazed at her for a moment, wishing that his wife, Sandy were with them at that moment. He truly enjoyed sharing such moments with her and she with him.

Sylvia was now wild-eyed and crazed with want. He eased his prick back an inch and she cried out at the loss.

"C'mon, fuck me! God, I need you in me!"

He did nothing.

"Please fuck me! Please, I need you!" She was begging for it now and he obliged her by slowly penetrating her another three inches.

Sylvia hissed, "YESSSSSS!"

As Chris began to thrust into her with slow, shallow strokes -- employing nine shallow strokes followed by a deep penetrating stroke, then eight shallow strokes followed by two deep penetrations, and so forth until all the shallow strokes were used up and only deep thrusts remained. The shallow strokes stimulated her G-spot; the long strokes stimulated her entire cunt. It was as effective on Sylvia as it had been on many other women Chris had known. And by the time he was down to three shallow strokes, seven deep; Sylvia was spasming mightily as she came once again.

He fucked her through her orgasm, keeping to his deliberate plan; finishing his first series with one shallow and nine deep leisurely trips to the clutching depths of her wonderful cunt. On the final thrust he simply buried himself in her and waited for her contractions to ease, allowing himself some relief from over stimulation. Her orgasm subsided and with his orgasm suppressed for the time being, Chris started the series over again with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep.

A low guttural moan began deep in her throat that rose to a mournful wail. Sylvia groveled and twisted below him as the intense total body experience swept over her.

It was then that he discovered she was the type of woman who, having climaxed once, would continue to do as long as her G was stimulated. Again and again, Chris repeatedly brought her to orgasm. Sylvia became covered in sweat; the perspiration beading up and then running in rivulets down her body onto the sheets. With each orgasm he felt his balls being bathed in her sweet juices.

She was totally consumed with lust; tossing her head from side to side, her eyes tightly shut, babbling incoherently, as she came and came and came.

On her sixth orgasm, accompanied by her lewd urgings; he let himself come. It was incredibly intense. The long suppressed orgasm hit him like a detonation. His vision narrowed to the point of blackness; bright simmering points of lights dazzled him; as the exquisite agony radiated throughout his body. It felt like his cock was bursting as the first thick wad of semen shot into her. With each powerful spurt into her Chris also cried out lustily. "AHHH! AH! AH!"

He pulled his shrinking, dribbling cock from her quivering cunt. Then sat back on his heels he watched her pussy as it continued to pulsate, oozing his sperm; Sylvia's raw inner lips now protruded from her swollen outer labia.

When she finally recovered enough to open her eyes, he greeted her with a wet glistening semi-flaccid cock, still oozing cum for her to lick clean. She started to protest but he shoved it against her lips and she licked at it then took it into her mouth and cleaned him fully. After a minute or so of gentle sucking, he pulled his cock from her mouth, kissed her on the lips and then snuggled up to her. A few minutes later they were both sound asleep, their passion sated for the moment.

When they both revived, he broached the subject that he had avoided thus far in their relationship.

"Sylvia?"

"Ummm... yeah?" She replied, picking some imagined lint from a front tooth.

"Do you do it with women too?"

They had to walk a block to Blair's place; parking spaces were a premium commodity in her area which was close to a small college. It was a small cottage, nice but a little messy.

How much did this place cost you, if you don't mind my asking?" Jason murmured into her ear as his hand fondled her ass.

"Nothing," she said. "My parents left it to me."

"I see," he replied somberly, and let his hand fall from her right cheek.

"Better put that hand back there, I kind of like it," Blair giggled.

"Where do you work?" He asked after putting his hand back on her ass and running a finger through her cleft.

"Mmmm, nice finger..." she sighed and leaned against him so that her breast was rubbing against his arm. "Oh, I run a small boutique at the mall."

"I have a couple of beers left, unless you prefer white wine?" She said, going into the small kitchen.

Jason sat on the couch in the small living room.

Blair returned with two Budweiser's. "Sorry, no wine left," she said and sat next to him. He touched her hair. She put her head in his lap.

"I like you," Jason told her and she purred contentedly. Then they kissed for a long time, during which Blair crawled on top of him and he began to squeeze the cheeks of her ass as her tongue delved into his mouth.

A minute later, his hands were up her dress, caressing her flanks and her tongue was darting this way and that inside his mouth, going faster, each time he squeezed her ass.

Jason tried to touch her cunt and she pulled her mouth from his and scolded him.

"Bad boy," she said, chiding him.

"Sorry," he said.

"Don't worry about it," Blair whispered and kissed him again.

They shifted their bodies slightly and Jason began to fondle one of her smallish breasts over the fabric of her dress.

"Uh uh," she said.

"Sorry," he said and hated having to apologize for groping her.

Blair took his errant hand and placed it back on her ass. "Play with that."