A Taste For It

I radiated with so many maxed-out feelings. Anticipation, jealousy, horniness, curiosity, love, joy, anxiety.

The four of us were just talking, just like we had before as we had planned, and just like last time we were conversing more about our filthy little histories, our funnest adventures, our successes, our techniques, our embarrassing stories, our experiments. The difference was this time all four of us were very naked.

This was Yana's idea, the woman across from Josie and I. She told me it wasn't just for the eye-candy, but for a specific idea she had.

Jealousy is a funny, hypocritical thing. It didn't really make things better to know that all either Josie or I wanted was same-sex experimenting, but what ended up working was to make all this about our love for each other. Josie and I's sex life was after our years together somehow even better than our first horny new-relationship-energy phase, we adored each other's bodies and worshipped each other with our mouths. I loved her tastes, I adored her body (especially the many parts of herself others had told her not to find attractive), and I adored making what I'm already sure is the love of my life so happy she screams.

That left the only thing unfulfilled being the horniness for our own kind. We both loved making out after oral sex, and the tastes of cock in her mouth and the taste of pussy on my face thrilled us beyond what could possibly be called straight. And the act itself, of doing something gay and filthy with someone, felt delightfully yearning. And our horny love for each other was too true not to share this.

Our openness with friends about our unbelievable sex life put some people off, but it eventually made us chance upon a middle-aged couple who cheered us on and told us of their own horny little escapades. And our horny little desires.

By the time we were casually enquiring about birth control measures and clean tests, it was no longer subtle that there wasn't a disinterested person among us. Sure, for a long time we kept it to filthy stories and celebrations, but eventually we noticed erections while we talked, and eventually we became comfortable with couples fondling a little in front of each other while we talked. It had all become too interesting.

And so here we were. And the fact that we were naked did feel real. Even more so that it felt almost okay already.

All of us had a healthy little bit of plump on us, just enough to remind us we were just people. I kind of liked that.

I was aware enough that Yana had spectacular breasts and thighs, and great hair and eyes, and that it must be an absolute thrill to have any kind of sex with her, but somehow that niche was filled enough for me that I wasn't quite pulled to her. But Yana sang the praises of Kristoff's penis a little too thoroughly to ignore. With a little too much detail, not only about its size and look but some of the things it could do.

And we found ourselves pulled.

I'm still not sure how we eventually worked all this out, this little experiment. (That's probably a sign that it was very much this older couple's idea.) I just knew that we were four nude people with certain gorgeous traits. And all four of us were deeply, deeply aroused. This was planned, as we timed this and preceded it with a very very temporary pact of celibacy. And now it was obvious why. Josie even squirmed a little, whether from anticipation or itching her inner labia back and forth. (Was that a violation of our 'no touching yet' rule? Nah.)

We all had flushed cheeks, though the 2 younger of us far more so...

I still felt a little sheepish ogling at others, but it felt a bit nice that each of them seemed unphased being enjoyed. This man to my left had a casual nice-guy shyness that had no hope of hiding a wonderful erection, with a shape that was simply pretty and alluring. And even sitting, I could see that Yana's large body had a stunning hourglass shape, with the most huggable hips imaginable and breasts that... well let's just say they would take a long time to explore.

But my eyes invariably came back to Josie. I would never be done fawning at her, at this body she kept giving me to touch and to hold and to taste. Hers were the perfect hips to hold while kissing, her tummy was adorable enough that it inspired me to start drawing her, her legs where they meet her bum always excites me as she gets dressed in the morning, and I'm a hopeless romantic for her pretty little breasts with the large nipples. Exploring their shape with my mouth trained me to adore the smell of her sweat.

We had worked it all out, right down to how it would start. Logistically, it made sense, but that made my horny girlfriend even more bashful about what we agreed was about to happen.

The couch Yana lay back on was twice as deep as a regular couch. It was a lounging couch, a group couch, the kind of thing you may see in the 70s, and bright fuchsia. With several large imperfections in the colour, I'm sure some of them very good stories.

Josie finally seemed unwilling to let her bashfulness win, and yet she looked shyer than I'd seen her since she told me she loved me, as she politely knelt at the edge of the fuchsia couch, facing another pair of knees with a kind of heavy-breathing curiosity.

I noted that as she knelt, she whimpered a little, and I realised that moving one leg to the floor before the other must have slipped one labia along the other. A perfectly innocent little cheat on our no-touching-ourselves rule. There was no avoiding noticing, not for any of us: her trembling thighs were beginning to drip, arousal freely escaping from her.

Gently, Josie calmed down her little humps-at-nothing, until her eyes locked on the absurdly full breasts now in front of her. With little heaves and gently bit lip, her hand found my hand just within range, and she squeezed it, before she let herself inch closer. Yana's knees opened to let her approach.

Josie breathed deeply in what she must have suddenly tasted in the air, and I saw something similarly soaked and trembling, lips with much larger inner labia, but, at last, Josie for the moment directed her desire upwards, towards a huge and perky nipple, resting on a voluptuously ample tummy.

Coating her lips in drool, my beloved now let herself reach the breast and softly slather it. As Yana let out a trembling exhale and opened fully to this affection, their bodies gently pressed together. I could hear the crackling sounds of liquid and knew Josie's tummy was now being painted with another woman's horniness.

Together they surrendered to vulnerable pleasure as they softly ground, mouth along an entire breast, vulva along an entire tummy.

Josie's short-breathed enjoyment of this act became more soprano until finally she hurriedly gave into a craving for the exact same thing on the other side. It was the same experience, except probably with that salty newness, and with perfect little sounds of surprised new pleasure from the woman my beloved craved.

I could tell Josie was gearing up to brave downwards, until something happened. Yana was apparently further along in her pleasure than this initial tease was probably predicted to make her, and Yana had started to raise her arms over her shoulders in a swirling rhythm, in a trance. Something else entered the air now, and Josie looked up from her hopeful first licks of worship down Yana's tummy.

Josie looked like a wolf catching a scent. Actually that's exactly what was happening. She began licking further up now, back at the breasts, and now her knees pushed her higher, and now one foot was on the fuchsia couch, as her renewed worship of the first breast suddenly included deep inhales of Yana's sweat.

Josie for an instant became feral in licking the breast up and down, until she finally noticed that she wasn't naked. Her thrashing face was dislodging her adorable gold-framed hexagonal glasses. This whole time she hadn't noticed she was wearing glasses. They were just such a part of her. She smiled bashfully, human again, took them off, handed them to me, and kissed my hand with adoration.

I saw the transformation as she looked back at Yana's torso. I actually saw it, in one second, the transformation from her attraction to men back to her attraction to women. It took her a moment to let go of herself again, but Yana helped, understanding fully, by proudly raising her arms sky-high. Josie, humping at nothing, licked all over the other breast and whimpered in a kind of horny thanksgiving with every slather of new sweat from under Yana's arms.

For a moment Josie painted stripes of drool along Yana's torso, exploring, branding, until the moment came when one lick was down low, and Josie the wolf caught a scent to the South.

With smiling (somehow still bashful) growling heaves, she watched Yana's face, and the two women were communicating plans and consent and desire, as Yana scooched forward and Josie let her bum rest on her feet again, kneeling much lower, and let herself truly stare at the vulva that had been marking her.

Yep, these outer labia were orchid-large, curling and pink and drenched. By now they hadn't been smeared on Josie's tummy in a long moment, since Josie had gone North to pay tribute to the most wonderful breasts she had ever seen. Now, the sight of Josie's abandonment of her humanity had made Yana emerge with a new wellspring, one that had already slicked her again and was beginning to drip.

Josie approached apparently for a nervous first kiss, hesitating now to get her comically voluminous masses of blonde out of the way behind her neck. She spent a moment, honouring her jitters, and once again she gently found my hand to hold.

With my palm in her hand, she could smile confidence again, and that smile nuzzled forward and into a large and very ready vulva.

Immediately Josie stopped closing her eyes, as she analysed the tastes and smell and feel of this. Her lips and tongue and cheeks had nuzzled deep and slid freely along these labia, between these trembling legs now far open in request, far away from Yana's abandoned torso, which now flopped back fully onto the fuchsia couch to grant full access to whatever the hell Josie wanted.

Josie, obviously a destined expert, soon after the initial slathering worship of the labia found and frenched a clitoris (with what I could tell was a swirling will-she-won't-she tease). We all enjoyed Yana's desperate first moments of getting exactly what she'd needed.

My beloved got bolder as soon as the sounds became sane again, maybe seeing it as a challenge. Softly, her hands pressed Yana's thighs into a fully-open and stilled position, and Josie pendulumed far down and far up, hooking tongue into Yana's vagina and then slathering upwards to clitoris, on repeat. Repeating relentlessly, possibly with the victory of Yana's feral sounds inspiring her further.

Neither of these two women, for the moment, acted particularly human. I could hear the crackling sounds of liquid as Josie's face danced deep into and around this vulva. Her first tastes that weren't her own.

Josie let herself get desperate, and she had absentmindedly left my hand to hold Yana's tummy as she lapped and lapped. Finally, her gasping became squeaky and she started moving quickly: she climbed quickly up Yana's torso and attacked one breast with her mouth while kneading the other. Josie tasted and breathed the very now very sweaty torso, and then let her entire self slip and flop onto the floor. And she dove into Yana's entire pussy.

Yana and Kristoff must have been completely stunned by my beloved's sheer energy. Her fervour. I believe she has a special unmatched connection to my body and me, but I also saw in her a full celebration of humanity, of our smells and tastes and shapes. Every soft mound of fat celebrated, beloved, enjoyed, devoured. Bicep, pit, tummy, breast, thigh, vulva.

Now though she could be single-minded. I could see why: Josie's sheer horniness was beginning a process in Yana. Not a rapidly approaching process, but an oncoming storm nevertheless. Yana let her eyes go a little silly, her face undignified but the rest of her body deathly serious in its little dance.

Josie lifted Yana's large and powerful thighs now, and Yana now stayed upright, and so Josie's face was very-much underneath this pelvis, licking upwards, eyes staring at breasts and face (Yana had never taken off her now-crooked glasses either), and they watched each other have sex.

The shift in gravity, humping down and licking up, dripping always into mouth and down cheek and along neck, seemed to enchant Yana, and watching Josie was bewitching her towards uncontrolled pleasure.

I watched Josie's bum, and watched it dance as though it were humping something. I made myself wait, knowing we would have each other soon. I watched Kristoff's penis, his excited movements making his soft and lovely testicles dance a little, and for the first time in my life I felt a needy longing for a penis in my mouth right in front of my girlfriend.

And I looked at my girlfriend Josie. I let myself feel happy for her joy and watched her proudly learn how to kiss an orgasm out of a vulva. She was in reverie, dancing below the woman's pelvis in a celebration of her own body. Letting herself touch her own breasts and twist her own bum in sheer desire, she took Yana's dance as instruction and matched it.

Until Yana yelped, then bellowed in baritone, use her labia as a kind of paintbrush in a strange determined moment, then scream again and thrash backwards. Josie diligently followed the falling pelvis and gave it further laps and kisses. Finally, she seemed to know exactly which of the dozen in human sounds said "And now stop please". She knew precisely.

The two women had cooperated wordlessly through the whole thing. Yana let herself curl up and utter low-pitched little giggles as Kristoff joined her for fondling and kisses.

My beloved gingerly stood, balanced herself, and pointed her body my way, as shamelessly as she could but (somehow still!) bashful. Her face was drenched from her eyebrows down. Her long eyelashes each had teeny beads of Yana's cum, and everything shone with liquid, from her rosy cheeks to her loving smile to her neck. Cum was just beginning to reach her pinked, gasping breasts in drips.

Still heaving, she stared at my flushed cheeks, at my desperate cock, at several parts of my body she and she alone in the world convinced me were beautiful, and she came to me with an even hungrier and more adoring kiss than she had given any part of Yana's body. Josie's kiss smeared my face with Yana's cum and Josie sang with desire to now taste my mouth and feel the heat from my erection on her caked tummy. She let herself hold me close, with violent aggression and strength.

Finally she released me and gasped for air and stared and, once she had the air for speech, asked me, glumly but excitedly, "I can't suck your cock yet, can I?" We grinned so much our mouths had trouble giving each other one more kiss.

The two older people looked at us, in joyous shock, and Yana simply said, "FUCK! Fuck look at you two." They appreciated us for a moment, and Josie bowed theatrically and curtsied and we all applauded and giggled.

Yana said, "Okay boyo, Come here darling, there's something I need to show you."

As I knelt in front of Kristoff and his unfathomably nice penis, Yana and Josie were both on either side of me. Yana held my back affectionately, and Josie caressed my asscheek affectionately.

And I let myself stare at an erection, right beside my beloved. This was closer than the picture I had spent a little too much time staring at. I'd never seen an erection with so much detail. (I was closer to this penis than I am to my own.)

The penis in front of me started with a thick layer of skin gathered around the head, which I remember from pictures being very ample very pretty foreskin, but which in some sort of overdrive unsatisfied desire had parted for a very full head just beginning to emerge. The foreskin was still beautiful even parted.

The shaft itself seemed to have several vertical bulging lines, which twisted slightly from head to balls. (Like a dildo! Like Josie's favourite dildo at home. I'd never seen real meat shaped so perfectly for pleasure.) The whole thing ended in a gorgeous, full pair of balls, with lots of skin but too ample to sag. And somehow the sweat reaching me from between these legs smelled like lumber, and petrichor.

Finally Yana said, "Okay, now this is why we have rules: for fun! It's time to show you the wonderful secret of why my dear husband goes second. I want you to take your thumb and two more fingers of your choice, very softly hold my husband's penis shaft, and very slightly bring the skin up. Can you do that for me?"

I could just barely tell Yana was having quite a lot of fun. Her almost customer-service sing-song drone was a bit too theatrical, a bit comic. She had something up her sleeve. (Figuratively, obvious, she was very naked by my side, which was still really something.)

Sharing a glance with Josie, my right hand approached the towering penis shaft.

"Careful now!" said Yana with mock scold. "It's not a masturbate motion yet, you're just moving the skin very slightly up."

She was up to something. But I did as she prescribed. I chose three of my fingers to make gentle contact and resisted the urge to more thoroughly grasp this bizarrely warm cylinder of meat. I heard some initial gasps from poor starved Kristoff as I slipped the skin in my gentle grasp up a little, a little more pleasure than you'd expect from a single little stroke.

Volcanically, in a substantial emergence, clear, sparkling thick fluid appeared from the top of this penis, and quickly failed its initial attempt to hold together and not dribble downwards. With throaty whimpers Yana's husband wordlessly thanked me as I tried it again and another soft eruption appeared right before us and collected at the top, not yet falling, sparkling in the late afternoon sunlight.

Yana continued her customer-service drone, smirking.

"Meet my husband. This man's breathtakingly perfect penis produces more precum than any cock that has ever splooged. Yes folks, this ample fluid isn't just the naturally-produced lube that causes the slightest hump into whatever hole my husband pleases to make me terrify the neighbours with happy death-screams, but guess what ladies and gentlemen: it happens to be the most wonderful taste on the planet Earth.

Yana ceremoniously booped her fingertip against her husband's erection, left with a teeny bead of it on the ball of the finger, and gingerly lapped at the bead. "That's right folks, my husband's penis is the cause of the greatest paradox since Xeno and has confounded me my whole time being railed by this man or railing him in turn: should I let this man slip-and-slide into me, tripling my pleasure with an unnecessary amount of pre-warmed organic lube, or should I make a two-course meal out of him, making him feed me my fill at the very beginning and the very end of this lucky jerk's experience getting blown by someone who treats his penis as though it were the Holy Grail?"

Both Josie and I were listening with shock and joy, though eventually Josie was watching me, probably thinking about what I was about to get to do.

Yana, just for an instant, caressed her husband's ballsack with fingertips but no palms (causing some throaty breathing and twitches, making the new pond of precum pour down two new directions, now thoroughly coating the top half of this shaft), and then touched him no more.

"He's all yours for today only. All three of us have prepared him for you. The sexiness each of us represent have each played a part in this man's desperate need to cum. So do me a giant favour in return."