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20 Fun, Fascinating Facts About Nipples

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Use these fun tidbits to impress friends at your next house party!

1. Your nipples and your earlobes are spaced apart exactly the same.

Check in the mirror if you don’t believe me.

2. Pink nipple makeup is all the rage in Japan.

The Japanese, bless their souls, are in the throes of pink-nipple mania. Since Asian nipples tend to be browner, there’s a whole cottage industry where women use makeup to render their nips pinker.

3. No two nipples are alike—just like snowflakes!

Even your own nipples are different from one another. Diversity is a strength!

4. The left one is usually more sensitive.

“Erotic sensitivity” of the nipples is more commonly intense on the left side. Correspondingly, nearly two-thirds of women have a larger left breast than a right one.

5. Some people are born with no nipples.

The condition is known as “athelia,” and there are only about 7,000 diagnosed cases worldwide.

6. Some people are born with triple nipples—or more!

Any nipples beyond two on a human being are known as “supernumerary” nipples. One in every 18 males and one in every 50 women has more than two nipples. This means that there are over 27 million Americans with supernumerary nipples. Mark Wahlberg has three. Harry Styles has four. In 2012, a man in India was found to have seven nipples. In the Middle Ages, anyone with more than two nipples was thought to be demon-possessed. It was also thought that the Devil sucked from their triple nipples. The Devil is a stone-cold freak!

7. Innies v. Outies.

An estimated 10 to 20 percent of women have “inverted nipples,” which means instead of protruding, they actually sink below the areola. They are also known as “shy nipples.”

8. Nipplegasms.

Nipple stimulation affects the same part of the brain as genital stimulation does. A tiny minority of women are able to reach orgasm solely through having their nips caressed.

9. Some nipples get darker during sexual arousal.

This is caused by a rush of blood to the area during sexual stimulation.

10. Then again, maybe she’s just cold.

Although erect nipples can be sign of sexual arousal, they also can get hard merely because it’s too cold. So before you misinterpret her rock-hard nips as a sign that she’s ready to rut, make sure that drafty window isn’t open.

11. Those little bumps on the areola are called Montgomery glands.

These glands were first described in an 1837 scientific paper by William Montgomery. They secrete a white lubricant for the skin, but the reason for their existence remains unclear otherwise.

12. Everyone’s nipples are hairy.

You may not be able to see them with the naked eye, but if you dare grab a magnifying glass and examine, you will find hairs growing on the areola of all adult living human beings.

13. Nipples start developing in the womb before sex organs do.

This is why both men and women have nipples—because they develop in the womb before sexual differentiation does.

14. “The Great Nippulini” has the world’s strongest nipples.

Sage “The Great Nippulini” Werbock has built a career as a “nipple strongman.” His dynamic feats of nipple strength include pulling a 2,200-pound vehicle 66 feet with his nipples. Whatever floats your boat, dude!

15. Some women in Asia suffer from the fear that their nipples will be suddenly sucked into their breasts.

Throughout Africa and Asia, “koro” is a psychological syndrome wherein males dread that their penises will disappear. The female version involves a morbid fear that their nipples will suddenly sink into their breasts, never to be seen again.

16. The nipple-licking drug gangs of Thailand.

In the late 1990s, it was discovered that Thailand’s drug gangs had a widespread practice of having female members smear knockout drugs over their nipples. They would then seduce tourists and ask them to lick their nipples. The tourists would then pass out and be robbed of all their earthly belongings, as well as a huge chunk of their pride.

17. Are you Irish? Then go suck the king’s nipples.

The ancient Irish considered their king’s nipples to be sacred. During royal ceremonies, it was customary for his underlings to suck on his nipples. In power struggles, an opponent’s nipples were often mutilated to prevent them from ever ascending to the throne.

18. Men and infants can lactate.

Newborn infants have been observed with milk leaking from their nipples. It only lasts for a few days. Adult men, especially if they’ve received hormone treatments for prostate cancer, have also been known to excrete milk through their nipples.

19. Nipple cancer is known as Paget’s disease.

Affecting only the areola and nipple, Paget’s disease accounts for between one and four percent of all breast-cancer cases.

20. There’s even a word for having nipples.

That word is “mammillated.” Nearly all human beings are mammillated at least twice over.

Reblogged from Thought Catalog

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I Kissed A Girl, And I Liked It – So We Did It Again

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Interesting how life imitates art sometimes. As I wrote a recent post (Girls’ Night Out), I realized how much I would like to have the same experience of enjoying another woman’s touch without any men involved. Which got me thinking of Janelle, my recent makeout companion (read more about her here).

After our last encounter, Janelle and I continued to stay in contact, but our work schedules didn’t leave much room for more dates. We finally decided to meet at a swing club and take our makeout session to its natural conclusion. Janelle’s husband elected to stay at home, while Rick came with me – at my request.

We arrived at club just after it opened this past Friday night. This club is easily the nicest on-premise swing club in town. It’s exceptionally clean, with a LOT of beds and sofas to play on. After Rick and I arrived we poured ourselves a drink (vodka for me, rum for him) and discussed the evening ahead. Rick is very indulgent of my desires and curiosities, and had no problem with me playing alone with a woman. We agreed that he would give us some time alone at first, then come in to watch and perhaps participate (with me, as we determined that there just wasn’t the same chemistry between him and Janelle).

We had prior discussions about what we wanted sexually, and she said she wanted a “pillow princess”, which I had no problem with. She said she liked being the more assertive one in a relationship. Again, no complaints here…

Janelle arrived, looking sexy and relaxed in a low-cut animal print dress that offered just a peek of the sides of her breasts. The three of us enjoyed a drink in the common area before she took my hand and asked if I’d like to show her around. I gave her a quick tour, then she asked what room would I like to play in. We agreed on the “red room” and left as Rick went to flirt with some young ladies.

Janelle led me to the bed and instructed me to lie back on the small pile of pillows that are placed on each bed. She lowered herself on top of me and began to kiss me passionately. She whispered, “I’ve been thinking about nothing else but doing this with you,” which I thought was very sweet and sexy. As I returned her kisses I caressed her lower back and noticed she had a tiny waist that led to her firm and curvy ass.

We weren’t 10 minutes into our foreplay when the couple next to us pulled back the curtain between our beds and asked if they could watch. “Maybe later” I said back and they respectfully lowered the curtain and went about their business. We chuckled quietly as this just further illustrated my occasional irritation with people constantly wanting to watch me fucking or being fucked, which Janelle and I discussed earlier.

We began kissing again, and decided to take our dresses off. Janelle has really lovely breasts. Her nipples were aroused and sensitive to my touch. She gasped with delight as I gently tugged on her nipples rolled them between my thumb and index fingers. She returned the favor by kissing and teasing my own nipples that were standing straight up. She looked like she was in heaven as she suckled on them.

“Let’s try something else now,” she said as she raised up and pulled out some latex gloves and put them on. Then she put a dental dam over my wet pussy and began to lick my clit. At that very moment I experienced what men have been saying for years about condoms: it takes away some of the sensation. Gentleman, I have to agree with you.

But it still felt pretty damn good. She lifted up the dental dam and inserted a latex-covered finger into my pussy and found my G-spot. Massaging firmly as she licked my clit, I came quickly. And again. And again.

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As I came down from my orgasmic high, Janelle straddled my thigh and began rubbing her pussy against my leg. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she lost herself in pleasure. Within a few minutes she shuddered through her first orgasm, then seconds later her body spasmed through another, and another, and another. I had a birdseye view as I watched her bring herself to multiple orgasms on top of me. Then she opened her eyes, smiled and lay on top of me as she kissed me again.

We lay there a few minutes longer before she asked, “Do I need to send you back to your husband now?”

“I probably should go check on him,” I answered.

I got dressed and went back out to the main party room. It was full of horny couples by now. I eventually found Rick at the bar, chatting up the pretty bartender. I saw him and went over. “Hey there,” I said.

“There you are,” he replied. “Have fun?” he asked.

“Yes, I did, thank you. I thought you were coming back to join us?” I asked.

“I tried, but the security guy wouldn’t let me because he didn’t believe me when I said my wife was already back there. Seems they won’t let men back there if they aren’t with a woman. So I came back out here and met Jill, who’s done a splendid job of keeping me company,” he said as he motioned to the bartender.

Jill smiled and said, “Sorry, but we have to enforce the rules.” She stepped away to take care of another couple at the end of the bar.

“I’ve probably had too much to drink,” Rick continued. His allergies had been bothering him all day so I wasn’t surprised when he added, “My head is starting to hurt a little, too.”

“It’s time to go then,” I said. “Let me go get my bag and say goodbye to Janelle.” I went back to find Janelle dressed and ready to go. I told her what was going on and she said she needed to get home as well, since her husband was watching their kids.

We kissed and she said, “I hope we can see each other again.”

“We will,” I assured her.

I went back to collect Rick. After getting the car from the valet, we decided that I would drive home. Rick took a nap and awoke as I pulled in the driveway. “Feel better?” I asked.

“Yeah, I think I slept it off,” he said.

We went inside and got ready for bed. As I climbed in next to Rick, I snuggled next to him and he asked me to tell him about my experience. As I did, his hands started exploring me and we both started getting worked up. Soon I felt his large, manly fingers fingering my clit and filling up my soaking wet pussy. I made a mental note of how nice it felt to have skin-on-skin contact. In no time I was on top of him, riding his hard cock through several explosive orgasms. I climbed off of him so he could fuck me doggy style. He shot his wad inside me and we collapsed, falling off to sleep.

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What an evening – it started off with me kissing a girl (and really liking all that she did afterward) and ended with hot lovemaking with my very manly husband (and loving all that he did, too). But I realized that, as much as I enjoyed playing with Janelle, I definitely need a cock to make things complete. Really complete.

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The Bachelor Party (Part 2)

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David never felt more alive in his life. Here he was, the only man at his own bachelor party, with five beautiful women. Flanked on the bed by Stephanie and Jacqueline, two gorgeous friends of his fiancée, Alisa, he was still catching his breath after finishing some hot sex with each of them. And he still had three more ladies to go, including Alisa. His guy friends would never believe the stories if and when he got the nerve to tell them.

“Not getting tired, are you?” asked Carine, a dark-haired Portuguese fashion assistant he and Alisa befriended a few years ago. David loved her curves and adventurous smile. Carine was always up for anything.

David answered, “Sweetheart, I think it’s time I repay you for the kindness you showed Davy Cockett back at the strip club.” (Yes, that’s what he nicknamed his cock.)  “Didn’t you buy something just for that purpose?” he added.

Carine purred, “Well, yes I did, now that you mention it.” She went to the bag and got out her egg-shaped vibrator with remote control. She coyly handed David the remote, ran her tongue around the vibrator then dangled it in front of him. “Care to do the honors?” she asked.

“In a minute,” he answered, as he put the vibrator on the bed. “First I want to get reacquainted.” He pulled Carine close to him and started softly kissing her neck, nuzzling her velvety soft skin with his stubble.

She started to squirm. “Oooohhhh,” she said as she dropped her head back, her thick, wavy black hair cascading down her back. David moved one hand up to her breast, cupping it and teasing the nipple with his fingers. Carine squirmed a little more, but David had a firm hand arm around her. He slid the strap from her teddy down one arm, exposing her perky tit and hardened nipple. David took the nipple in his mouth as his free hand found Carine’s wet pussy. He stroked her slit before inserting a finger inside.

Her pussy tightened around his digit. “Nice control,” he whispered in her ear. He felt a hand putting the vibrator in his hand. He glanced around and saw that the hand belonged to Alisa. The vibe was already wet, thanks to Alisa coating it in some lube beforehand. David put the tip of the vibrator near Carine’s waiting pussy and applied a little pressure. POP! It slid up easily into her soaking wet  slit.

“Wow!” she gasped. Alisa had turned on the remote and it went to work, vibrating against Carine’s already-swollen G-spot. David sat her down on the bed, gently pushed her back so she was lying down, then he pulled her legs so her ass was right on the edge of the bed. He could see Carine’s fully shaven, glistening pussy as it softly trembled in response to the vibrations. He spread her legs apart and found her swollen clit, engorged and begging for attention.

David took her clit between his lips and sucked gently. Carine started mumbling something in a language he didn’t understand, but it sounded like she was happy. He alternated sucking her clit and running his tongue up and down her slit. He gently tugged on the vibrator’s cord, further teasing her g-spot. He remembered from an earlier encounter with Carine and Alisa a few months back that Carine liked a lot of different types of stimulation at once. She loved everything touched, sucked and penetrated all at once. She was a sexual multitasking machine. He found the bottle of lube, somehow managed to get it open without taking his mouth off her pussy, and squeezed out enough lube on his finger to get it coated. He then inserted his finger into Carine’s tight little asshole.

“Aaaaahhhh,” Carine moaned loudly. She continued thrusting her face up and down and grinding it on David’s beard. He continued sucking her throbbing clit as he finger-fucked her ass. He could see Carine grabbing the sheets, lifting up her head then dropping it as her eyes rolled to the back. He also knew Carine could squirt, so he gently tugged at the vibrator cord until it slid out of her pussy. He replaced the vibrator with his other hand, although it took some real concentration to finger-fuck her in both holes.

Oh, God, David, I’m gonna squirt! Don’t stop!!!” she ordered. He continued sucking and licking her clit, massaging her pussy with one finger and finger-fucking her asshole. He could also feel his cock getting rock hard again. He briefly considered how long it would take to get a condom rolled on so he could fuck her, but it was too late. Her pussy contracted and unleashed its juices, all over David’s face, the sheets, carpet, everything. Carine’s body trembled and pulsed with each release of fluid. She moaned and rolled her head back and forth on the bed. David slowly removed his finger out of her ass and kissed the inside of each of her thighs. She was still writhing on the bed, mumbling incoherently. Stephanie lay next to her, stroking her hair.

“God, you’re a stud,” said Jacqui, smiling.

“And he’s all mine, now,” Alisa answered as she handed David a towel to dry his face. She wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock. “I don’t think you’ve ever been with twins, right?” she asked.

“Not until now”, he answered.

Well, let’s get started, then,” Alisa answered as she led him over to the bed. She sat him down on the side that was still dry, sat down next to him and began kissing him deeply. Her hands went up to caress his face. He felt another set of hands closing around his cock and moving up and down. He opened his eyes and saw his future sister-in-law, Alli, giving him a hand job. He was very pleasantly surprised that she could do that and felt his cock stiffen even more. Then he felt a tongue licking the shaft. Oh, God, this was going to be good, David thought to himself.

As Alli worked her mouth up and down David’s cock, Alisa moved back and grabbed her glass dildo. She loved the firm, smooth feel of a glass dildo. This one had a g-spot tip that she hoped would make her squirt. She inserted the glass into her pussy, then let David take over. He had done this before, but it was hard to concentrate with Alli sucking his dick. David manipulated the dildo up and down, then in a circular motion. Alli sucked harder, and David really had a hard time concentrating.

“Let’s trade places, girls,” he suggested. He grabbed the huge black dildo Alli picked out and asked in amazement, “Jesus, Alli, who did you think of when you picked this out?”

Alli ignored him and grabbed the lube to squeeze some on BlackJack, the name on the dildo’s package. After coating it, she moved in front of David, spread her legs and, to everyone’s surprise, slowly inserted BlackJack inside her pussy. It was twelve inches long and had to be five or six inches around. Alli looked satisfied as she took BlackJack inside her. David took this as his cue and he grabbed what was left of BlackJack and started a thrusting motion. Alisa moved down and started sucking David’s cock. Her familiar strokes and touches encouraged Davy Cockett back to life after this break in the action.

Alli’s heels were nearly touching her ass cheeks, she had them drawn up so high. She grabbed her ankles and arched her back. “More, more, more!” was all she could muster saying. David’s arm was starting to ache, so he began turning BlackJack around inside Alli. She had never done this before herself, and loved the sensation. She pushed David’s hand aside. “Omigod, I need to do this. I’m ‘bout to cum,” she said to no one in particular.

David, feeling like his job was finished, turned his full attention to Alisa. “Come here, gorgeous,” he said as he lifted her head off his cock. He led her to a chair that was facing the window overlooking the city. The clear, moonlit night illuminated the city with a romantic glow. He bent Alisa over the chair so they could both see outward as he entered his fiancée from behind, bareback. At this point he didn’t even care if she got pregnant or not. He was marrying this amazing woman come hell or high water. She arched her back and spread her legs even farther to provide him easier entry. As he filled up her waiting pussy, he reached around and gently squeezed both her tits before moving his hands down to her waist. He started to thrust, she started to moan. Shortly after, the other four came around and started kissing Alisa’s face, sucking her nipples, stroking her back. David was fucking his future wife as he watched her four best friends make love to her too.

“God, I love you Alisa,” he whispered in her ear. He felt her pussy contract on his cock and he decided to let himself go. As he shot his load in Alisa’s pussy, he looked out the window at the city lights. It had to be three or four in the morning, he thought to himself. But as long as I have Alisa with me, I have energy for anything.

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Douce Chatte

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Anna could not stop looking at the clock on her desk. 4:12 it said. The last time she looked it said 4:11. Time was passing at an agonizingly slow rate. She could not wait until the clock struck 5 pm because she could then leave her duties at the financial brokerage firm where she worked to get started on her long holiday weekend. Anna enjoyed her job as a new accounts manager, and especially enjoyed the attention she received from her predominantly male co-workers.  Anna stood a statuesque 5’9” with long, blonde hair, blue eyes and 34D breasts that caught many an eye, from males as well as females. Her husband Ben, was no stranger to admiration himself; he was a flirt with warm brown eyes that matched his wavy brown hair. He worked as a financial planner at a competing brokerage firm. He and Anna loved to talk business after hours. He reveled in the knowledge that many of Anna’s co-workers lusted after his wife.  He also found Anna’s intelligence irresistible and she loved their flirty banter, which usually led to an evening of hot sex at the end of a busy day for this thirty-something couple.

Lately, they had found themselves talking about adding some spice to their lovemaking. While Anna never publicly discussed her bisexuality, she embraced it with Ben, who loved the extra attention during  the times they shared their bed with other women. Before they married six years earlier, they enjoyed a steady stream of threesome action with two or three different women. But the action gradually died down over the years, as both Anna and Ben climbed the corporate ladder. They still made time for each other, but their busy schedules weren’t so accommodating to a third party. But on New Year’s Eve, they made a promise to each other after a midnight kiss.

“Let’s do something new this year,” Anna suggested to Ben. “I want us to have an adventure,” she continued.

“You mean a sexedventure?” Ben asked.

Anna cocked one eyebrow in agreement.

So they started online, on a swinger’s website. They trolled their computer, pulling off a few sexy pictures of both taken on a vacation the summer before. They carefully crafted a profile telling readers about themselves, what they were looking for and what they liked. It wasn’t long before their inbox was full of responses. One that caught their eye was from a couple named Franklin and Marcelle. They were a little older, in their mid-50’s, and owned a bed & breakfast inn located in upstate Vermont. Anna thought Marcelle was beautiful and looked like a slightly older Brigitte Bardot during her heyday. Marcelle was French-Canadian, having grown up in Montreal and moving to Northern Vermont after meeting her husband, Franklin over 20 years ago. Franklin was a successful doctor in New York City for many years before deciding to sell his practice and take his wife to Vermont to pursue her dream of owning a bed & breakfast resort. Marcelle was a talented sketch artist and worked for many years illustrating children’s books. She’d found this quaint inn three years ago and, after careful thought and many hours of discussion with Franklin, they decided to quit their jobs and pursue their dream. Not long after opening the inn, Franklin found himself working as the town doctor. As a former cosmetic surgeon, he rarely treated anything beyond a cold or other minor ailment, and referred other serious concerns among a network of local physicians and specialists.

It was Marcelle who invited Ben and Anna to spend the Labor Day weekend at their country inn. At first the younger couple wasn’t sure at first if this was a good idea, having never met them before. But after a long series of emails and several phone calls, they felt comfortable enough to go. Franklin assured both Anna and Ben that if the chemistry wasn’t there, or if they felt uncomfortable, then there would be no play and they could just enjoy a weekend getaway as their guests.

Anna was already out the door when 5:00 arrived. She got in her car and mentally rummaged through her closet to select something to wear on their flight. Something sexy, but not too sexy. Why can’t things like this be easy? She wondered to herself. Still, she was excited about meeting Franklin and Marcelle. He was ruggedly handsome in a “Magnum P.I.” kind of way and Anna was attracted to him as well, although not quite as much as she was to Marcelle…

 

After a relatively short flight and longer, yet picturesque drive up a country highway flanked by miles and miles of greenery, they arrived at the resort. Anna was a tiny bit disappointed that the fall foliage had not yet begun in earnest, but still this was a beautiful, Tudor-style home surrounded by acres of lush pasture. As they pulled up and got out of their rental car, Anna looked up at the house and smiled broadly. Ben walked around and took her hand as they started up the walkway. A gorgeous blonde opened the door and smiled back.

“Bonjour!” exclaimed Marcelle.

“Bonjour” Anna answered back.

“That’s all the French I’m going to say. I just wanted to impress you,” laughed Marcelle. She greeted each of them with a hug and kiss on both cheeks. Anna silently wished she’d kissed her on the lips.

“Hi there,” Franklin said as he came out the door. “I thought I heard someone at the door, but Marci beat me to it,” he said. “Did she impress you with her French? I’m not going to do that, but I will give you a hug,” he said to Anna. He hugged her warmly then shook Ben’s hand vigorously. “I’m so glad you’re here. Let me get your bags while Marci takes you inside.”

Marcelle grabbed Anna’s hand and led her inside while Ben and Franklin unloaded the suitcases out of the car’s trunk. Anna gasped as she went inside. The living room was looked like the most romantic parlour in all of Paris, with luxurious velvet drapes hanging from the windows, a baby grand piano in one corner, a warming fireplace and books everywhere. The walls were covered with framed paintings and sketches.

“This is so…..romantic,” Anna said breathlessly. At that moment Franklin appeared through in the doorway on his way up the staircase. “I’ll just take these upstairs,” he said, with their bags in each hand. “Ben, why don’t you let me show you the room we’ve got you in?” he added.

“Come, sit.” Marcelle said as she patted the sofa cushion next to her.  As she sat, she picked up a whiff of a beautiful scent coming from Marcelle. “Love your perfume,” she said.

“Thank you, sweetie.” Marcelle said.

The women continued chatting, and the men came down to join them. Pouring four red glasses of wine, Franklin decided to get the conversation really going. “So, how long have you been in the lifestyle?” he asked.

“Five or six years,” answered Ben. “Anna likes girls, so I’ve tried to indulge her over the years. It’s a hard job, but someone’s gotta do it,” he teased. “By the way, who are these sketches of?” he asked. He waved a hand toward the sketches over the fireplace. One depicted a nude woman touching her breasts, another showed a couple having intercourse doggy-style, while a third showed two women engaging in cunnilingus.

“I drew those,” Marcelle answered softly. “These are friends of mine. Some are lifestyle friends, some are just girlfriends,” she added. “I think it’s more erotic than taking photographs, although I know several talented erotic photographers,” she said. It was at that point Anna noticed Marcelle’s slight French accent. Anna’s heart started beating faster.

“Maybe you can draw us this weekend,” Ben suggested, and winked at Anna. She smiled broadly and blushed.

“Well, we have all weekend for that,” Franklin said. “I don’t know if you noticed, but there are no other guests this weekend. We have the place to ourselves.”

“R-e-a-l-l-y?” was all Anna could say.

“Yes. We wanted this to be just a special, relaxing weekend for the four of us,” Marcelle replied. “You’re such a beautiful couple; Franklin and I are very attracted to you. We’ve so enjoyed getting to know you and wanted to see if there was any spark among us,” she added.

“We feel the same way,” Ben didn’t want to waste any time. He knew Anna was hot for Marcelle and he was starting to get aroused at the thought of the two women doing the same thing as in that drawing over the fireplace mantle.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Franklin suggested. He grabbed the bottle of wine and instructed Ben to get the fruit and cheese platter sitting on the coffee table. “We can snack while we…snack,” he joked.

They followed Marcelle up the stairs, and into a large bedroom. There was a four-poster, king-sized bed against one wall, a dresser against another, and, in front of the bay window, a lion-claw bathtub. “It’s so pretty,” Anna gushed.

“Not as pretty as you are,” Marcelle said softly and pulled Anna close to her. She softly kissed Anna’s warm lips, parting them with her tongue. Anna was stunned but excited at the same time. She instantly decided to let this gorgeous woman take control of her body. Anna put her arms around Marcelle’s waist and returned the kiss. She felt Marcelle’s warm hands graze over her breasts, thumbs stopping at her hard nipples poking through her bra. Anna caressed Marcelle’s round ass as Marcelle pulled out of her kiss and moved down to her neck. She felt another set of hands come up from behind her, running them over her breasts again, then unbuttoning her blouse. “I’m going to help you get ready,” she heard Franklin whisper in her ear. Anna closed her eyes and let her head fall backward as she moaned softly. She felt the room’s coolness as her blouse disappeared and felt Franklin unhook her bra to expose her breasts, nipples hard and erect, hungry for Marcelle’s touch. Anna’s pants soon dropped to the floor and she found herself standing there naked but for her lacy thong. She saw Ben over sitting on a bench in the corner, naked and stroking his massive boner. He looked like he was in a trance.

Marcelle took Anna by the hand over to the bed and sat her down at its edge. She looked up to see Franklin standing behind his wife, squeezing her breasts, which Anna guessed were somewhere around a 38C. Marcelle’s hands went up and behind Franklin’s neck, kissing him as he unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. She had beautiful, full natural breasts, still fairly perky despite her age. Franklin’s hands went underneath Marcelle’s skirt waistband, presumably to touch his wife’s clit. Marcelle sighed as her skirt fell to the floor. At that point, Franklin disappeared and Marcelle gently pushed Anna’s shoulders back, causing her to lie back on the bed with her legs spread. Marcelle tugged at Anna’s thong until it was off, exposing her shaved, wet pussy. Marcelle mumbled, “ah, so pretty,” and lowered her face and began licking Anna’s throbbing cunt.

Anna arched her back and let out a moan. She lifted her legs so she could put her feet on the bed to balance herself and to allow Marcelle greater access. Marcelle soon got into a rhythm of running her tongue up Anna’s slit, swirled it around her clit, back down her slit to her pussy opening where she inserted her tongue inside. Anna’s hips began to gyrate and grind on Marcelle’s face. This was even better than she’d fantasized and she was on the verge of climaxing when Marcelle stopped briefly to gently push back the hood of Anna’s clit and began softly sucking it. She took the hardened nub between her lips as Anna cried, “YES! YES! Please don’t stop!”

Marcelle continued her firm pressure on Anna’s clit then inserted a finger inside her soaking pussy. She knew just where to touch and massaged Anna’s G-spot for a few moments until Anna came, soaking Marcelle’s face and hair. “Oh, god!” Anna exclaimed, as her pussy contracted uncontrollably. She was panting like a dog and tiny beads of sweat had formed between her breasts. Marcelle let go of Anna’s clit but continued to lick her pussy lips as she slowly withdrew her finger from Anna’s pussy.  Anna sat up and grabbed Marcelle’s face and began to kiss her, “You’re amazing!” she said over and over.

The women continued their afterplay until Anna recovered and caught her breath. “May I please eat your pussy?” she asked. “Yes, but I’d like you to do something else for me first. I’d like to sketch you as you please both our men. Would you do that for me?” Anna was shocked; in all her years, she’d never been with two men before. But she felt such an overflowing desire to please Anna that she said, “sure. I’ll be glad to.”

Marcelle got up to retrieve her sketch pad from the dresser and sat on the bench where Ben had been sitting. Anna was still on the bed as Ben and Franklin stood on either side of her. She reached up and took a stiff cock in each hand. She could feel both throbbing in her hands. She looked up at Franklin and took his cock in her mouth. He had a large cock, perhaps even slightly bigger than her husband’s. She licked the underneath side of Franklin’s shaft, then swirled it around the head. She started lightly stroking Ben’s member with her other hand. She held her gaze on Franklin as she deep-throated his cock. Franklin began affectionately stroking Anna’s hair and smiled down on her. She pulled back from Franklin so she could give Ben the same attention to his cock. Slowly taking the head in first, just as he liked, she began a light suction as she moved down the shaft. She stroked Franklin’s cock with her other hand.

She continued this pattern and took a quick glance over at Marcelle, who was busy sketching with one hand and playing with her nipple with her free hand. Anna briefly wondered what the finished product looked like but then remembered what she really should be concentrating on. She was going to take both of these men to climax in her mouth. She always swallowed when Ben ejaculated in her mouth, and decided she would do the same for Franklin, who she was fast developing a crush on.

She switched her attention from Ben back to Franklin, who was still lovingly stroking her hair and shoulders. She took his erection back into her mouth, sucking it back to a full arousal. Franklin’s head fell back and he let out a deep sigh. Anna quickened her pace, matching her hand strokes to her mouth. She applied a deeper suction and he let out a low growl and said, “I’m going to bust, baby.” She continued manually jerking Ben’s cock and looked up to meet Franklin’s gaze. Their eyes locked as he shot a hot wad of sweet cum into Anna’s mouth. “Ahhhh,” he said as he trembled.  Anna continued licking until his jizz was gone. She let go of Franklin’s cock and swallowed just at the moment he leaned down to kiss her. He caressed her chin and whispered in her ear, “I think I’m in love. You’re such a beautiful lover. Now finish your man.”

Anna smiled at him then returned to her husband. She took his cock in her mouth, returned it to the stiff mass it was just a few minutes prior. She used the same technique of suction and massage, taking him a little deeper in her throat than before. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Franklin on his knees between his wife, eating Marcelle’s pussy as she moaned words that Anna didn’t understand, but assumed to be French. Anna felt a twinge of jealousy as she wanted to be the one to make Marcelle moan like that but then she remembered she had all weekend to do that. She returned her mental attention to Ben and his throbbing cock. “Suck it baby,” was all he said, and Anna complied. Soon Ben enjoyed his first climax of the weekend, shooting his own wad of cum inside Anna’s warm mouth. She licked him clean then leaned back on the bed just in time to see Marcelle’s pussy contract on her husband’s face. Ben brought over another glass of wine and some grapes, along with the sketch book he picked up off the floor. There was Anna in the middle of two beautiful hard cocks. Well, she thought, I’ve got something new to hang over my own fireplace now, she thought.

 

By the way, the title means “Sweet Pussy” in French…

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Love in the Tub

Meow...My husband and I were in our Jacuzzi tub the other night, enjoying a glass of wine and the warm water that was bubbling up around us. He was at one end of the tub with his legs slightly spread; I was at the other end, sitting between his ankles.

The wine was starting to take effect on me – I felt warm, relaxed, horny and uninhibited. I looked down to see my 38DD breasts floating below the water line and my nipples erect and needing to be touched.  I set my wine glass down and started caressing them and pinching them lightly.

“Hey, that’s my job,” he said. “Turn around and back up.” I complied with his demand and scooted back into his chest, leaning back. He set his glass down on the side of the tub and cupped my breasts with his huge hands, gently squeezing each one, then softly massaging the sides, then tugging my nipples.

“Mmmm,” I said. “That feels amazing.” I could feel my clit tingle and felt my heart skip a beat or two. I knew this was going to be fun.

He repeated the strokes, alternating a nipple tug with a caress. I could feel his cock harden against my lower back. I spread my legs and began to finger my clit, when he took my hand away and said, “not so fast.” We’re going to make this one last.”

Then, before I could protest, he started whispering in my ear, “I have a fantasy about you.” “Do tell,” I murmured, my head spinning from the alcohol, and the dizzying feeling I get when he plays with my boobs.

“Next time we go to the club (he and I enjoy the swing lifestyle), I want to get you on the group bed and put the handcuffs on you. With your hands overhead and these gorgeous tits exposed, we’re going to get a couple of girls to come in and play with your nipples. We’re getting another one to take your vibe and massage you to orgasm. Of course the girls will know to pinch your nips as your cumming, to make it last longer. Then I’m going to finish you off by wrapping your legs around me and fucking you until I shoot my load inside you.”

By this time, my hips are thrusting up and down and I’m begging him to fuck me. I get up and kneel over the tub and say, “God, take me know!” He spreads my ass cheeks,  position his cock, and penetrate my hot, wet pussy. He fucks me firmly, I cum on his hard cock twice, then feel him unload into my pussy. Afterward, we lower ourselves back in the water and pour another glass of wine…

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