last lecture I gave. If you’re fantasizing about another bloke, I want my flowers back.”
“What? Oh, no. I’m just so attracted to you.”
That was all Yale needed to hear before making a lunge in the direction of her decollete. They kissed and tugged at each other’s clothes. Raven pressed her palm to the heat rising in her lover’s pants and soon a glorious penis was sprung free of its zippered cage. Yale moaned as the light brush fingertips pedaled the length of his shaft. She stood in her strappy high heels and unzipped her frock. Dinner would have to wait.
She was wearing a bustier which allowed her breasts to spool over ribbons of black lace and her nipples were already tingling with anticipation. She knelt at the base of the ottoman and got comfortable. Yale ran his long fingers through her mane and lifted her face for another kiss but she twisted away, impatient for carnal fun.
She licked his cobs first, an act of pleasure that made his knees twitch and toes curl. She lavished him with her tongue. Yale reeled in ecstasy as Raven shifted her focus to the tip of his cock, letting her tongue circle the head, licking and licking as if moving a marble around a roulette wheel. She then took the length of him entire, loving the heat of his erection pulsing against the back of her throat. She saw her mouth as a flue for conveying all the feelings and hungers Yale aroused in her voluptuous body.
“Oh, baby. I want you.”
And Raven wanted him so she hiked up her dress until it was a smile of silky material girding her waist. She had “forgotten” to wear panties. She worked her wet mound around her lover’s hardness until they fit together perfectly. The contrast between her jet black bustier and marmoreal skin was something to behold, especially with her diadem of inky curls capping the bottle of her womanly body. Yale pinched her nipples as she rode him hard and as his penis pumped her to the hilt, her excitement mounted until she came with a raucous orgasm.
Yale lifted Raven by her derriere and, with his cock still stuffed inside her, carried his lovely prize to her boudoir.
They fucked with a fluid abandon. Missionary style at first so Yale could cup his lover’s face while her long legs gripped his back like a buoy. His thrusts were rhythmic and smooth until he was moving inside her with all the urgency of a safecracker committed to his last heist.
“Take me from behind,” she demanded, and so he did, the last fleet dozen or so thrusts carrying him over the edge, his hands gripping her hips tight enough to leave a palimpsest of handprints afterward.
They stayed in bed talking for a while, sweaty and spent until Yale mentioned food.
“You must be starving, love. Of course we missed our reservation. We can have something delivered but I want you to know, I fully intend on wining and dining you in the best restaurants. What are you in the mood for? Food-wise, I mean.”
“Well,” Rave murmured coyly. “It is my birthday. There’s this lovely Indian place I know that delivers great curry and they have chocolate cake for dessert.”
Yale sat up in bed, his boisterous brown curls now a charming disheveled mess. “Your birthday! Why didn’t you tell me? I would have fain entered your demesne bearing gifts.”
“Which is exactly why I didn’t tell you. You would have felt obligated to bring me something and that’s too much pressure for a first date. Plus, I didn’t want to remind you of our age difference.”
Yale tsked. “We’re not going to have that conversation again, are we?”
“Oh, Yale. Do you think your friends will like me?”
“Of course! And if they don’t, I’ll find new friends. You’re my woman now. A great, curvy, beautiful woman smelling of rampant carnal desire. Want to take a shower together?”
“Good idea,” Raven said, glad she had thought to stock the bathroom with fresh towels and bars of soap.
They took turns lathering each other in the bath, Yale’s hands soaping his sweetheart’s breasts and belly while Raven caressed those marvelous cruciform chest muscles she was already addicted to. Then, unable to resist, she began stroking her man’s cock into a full erection. She kept stroking until it was nigh ready to explode and then she took Yale’s cock into her mouth while kneeling on the tub’s daisy-shaped skid guards.
Now, here was a man who could appreciate her singular oral fixation and she would give him the full measure of her tongue.
Yale caressed the top of Raven’s head, murmuring words of endearment until he leaned back in ecstasy taking his cock with him and then he was coming in long prolific reams, anointing his lover’s breasts and sternum with the philter of his sex.
They showered again: at this rate, they’d never have dinner!
Yale used a beach-sized towel to envelop Raven’s limbs, drying her off before toweling himself.
“Had enough?” Yale asked as his lover stayed his hand.
“Touch me,” she said. “Feel how much you turn me on.”
He touched her with his fingers then with the tip of his cock. He mounted her and fucked her for all he was worth because he could tell that was what she wanted.
They came together in an explosive heap, their bodies guided by a single fulcrum of pleasure. Before the intrusion of morning light, they would possess each other again.
Raven never thought she’d be the heroine in a romance, but there she was on page one, at the beginning of a great love story. A hot, horny, erotic love story, but yes, a love story. The kind she hoped would never end.
Chapter 5 — Blue
She said her name was “Blue.” Not something more poetic like “azure” or “sky”… just Blue. A slim and sexy Chinese student from the university, she had come to the party by herself. My husband and I had already been sizing up the crowd, trying to figure out, between sips of whiskey, who we’d try to get with that night. There were a few hot couples there but we were pretty undecided. We knew, of course, that we would get lucky somehow, with someone or ones-we have the swing scene down to a science and emit a smoldering seductive vibe with ease. But Blue took me by surprise. She came up to me while my husband was refilling his drink and introduced herself. In somewhat broken English, she explained that she was new at the university and was looking for an adventure. She offered me a beer from the 6-pack she’d brought. To be polite (and because I do so enjoy a good beer), I accepted and we began talking. Blue had been in the US for about two months and saw this as her opportunity to, as she put it, to try something she’d never tried at home. I told her, “Well, you’ve come to the right place, but don’t feel like you have to do anything… we all respect the right of someone to say no.”
She blushed and lowered her eyes, nearly whispering, “I have never kissed a girl before. I think I’m scared to.”
I was about to reassure her that I actually had rather kissable lips if she’d like a try when my husband came up beside us. I introduced them to each other. I could tell by the look in her eyes, that she was trying to hide that she found my husband sexy and intriguing. We sipped and made small talk for about 5 minutes before we took her on a tour of the club. We passed couples, threesomes and foursomes who had already found rooms in which to fuck. There was one room at the end of the hall that, during the day, served as a massage parlor, complete with a massage table all set up. My husband caught my eye and cocked one eyebrow; I gave a small nod.
“Why don’t we stay here for a bit and finish our drinks?” I suggested, knowing full well that we were hoping for more than a chance to drain our glasses. After a minute or two, I asked, “So, Blue, did you want to try kissing a girl? I’m really rather gentle…”
Again, she lowered her eyes and stared into her beer. Then, with a “Hold this, please,” she passed her bottle to my husband and leaned in, kissing me delicately at first, then with more conviction. She stopped. “Your lips are so soft…”
I told her, “You have a beautiful mouth. You know who also kisses nicely? Him,” pointing to my husband who was practically salivating by this point, watching the two of us kiss. She turned to him, stood on her tip-toes and kissed him softly. I could see the bulge in his pants getting bigger. I whispered to her, “He has a luscious cock too and I love to share…”
She seemed nervous, so I told her that I would stay there and either watch or join, depending on how she felt about it. Her black eyes shifted from his gaze to mine. She said, “Well, this is why I came here, right?” and put her hand on his hardness, taking his hand and placing in on her tit. “I would like to fuck you,” she told him. To me,
