Paulette Smalls - Come and get it!

"I'm a part-time lesbian," Sharon finally declared. She sounded almost proud.

"A what?"

"A part-time lesbian."

Doug cocked his head at an angle, looking unbelievingly at her. "That doesn't make any sense. What is a part-time lesbian?"

Sharon held her left hand up, wiggling her ring finger in front of Doug's eyes. She was wearing a slender gold wedding band.

"My husband hates orgies, you see," she said, explaining. "He thinks that swapping and swinging is bad for a marriage, and he doesn't go in for it at all. Me, on the other hand, I need a little something on the side – if you know what I mean. You know, something to keep my interest up." She winked at Doug.

Doug nodded in agreement, but he still wasn't sure what she was talking about. In fact, he didn't understand anything except that she was a part-time lesbian. Whatever that was.

"In other words," she went on, "my old man don't want me messin' 'round with any other dude. So I come to the orgies and only make it with the chicks. Now do you dig where I'm coming from?"

"Of course." Doug grinned at her. He still didn't understand, though. He was very stoned. "What you're saying is that I can't fuck you… or eat your pussy, or get sucked off by you, or…"

"Right! Did you like the grass?"

Doug sighed, feeling somewhat depressed and let down. He wanted to fuck again, but he was too stoned to find himself a partner. Besides, he wanted to fuck Sharon, this lovely young chick with the monumentally massive mammeries, who was, of all things, a part-time lesbian.

"'S okay."

"I can tell you're disappointed," Sharon said. She licked her lips. "You wanted to make it with me, didn't you?"

"I still do," he said, hoping vaguely that she would pity him, and would make him her one exception. Maybe if… his thoughts began to wander.

"Hey, that's kinda nice, you know. That you're turned on to me and all, I mean. Say, I've got an idea."

Doug grinned like a schoolboy, his eyebrows raised expectantly. "What?"

"How'd you like to watch me making it with a chick? All guys dig watching two lesbians together. Or so I hear. Maybe my friend will fuck you afterwards. What do you think? Wanna try?"

Doug thought about it for a few moments. Sharon was right, he realized. He would "dig" watching her making it with another woman. In fact, he'd like that a lot. About the only thing he'd like even more was to be able to touch those delicious tits of hers!

"Yeah, I think I might like to do that. When could we do it?"

"Right now, if you want."

"Lead the way."

Leaving his plate on the floor, Doug followed Sharon into one of the bedrooms. She led him over to a woman who was slumped in a large, upholstered chair. The woman was sound asleep, but Sharon nudged her, and she woke up.

"Oh… hi," she said, her pale blue eyes fluttering open. "I thought you weren't coming back." Then the woman realized Doug was with her friend, and she studied his body carefully. She smiled with approval, turning to Sharon. "Who's he?"

"A present for you, Jill; for after we've finished. You like?"

"I like!"

Doug was beginning to feel very uneasy, and he was tempted to leave the two lesbians alone. But, ah! those tits. Sharon told him to go sit on the floor, facing the chair. He did, eager to see what they were going to do.

Jill arranged herself in the chair so that her elbows were resting on each of the arms. Her legs were spread, giving Sharon easy access to her pink, hairless slit. The absence of hair gave both Sharon and Doug a clear, unhindered view of her long gash, and the hard pink bud of her clitoris.

"Come and get me," Jill said, flitting her fingernails across her nipples. She lifted one breast up to her mouth, then winked at Doug. "First Sharon, and then you, lover."

Doug's hard-on throbbed at her as he watched Sharon kneeling between Jill's thighs. She lowered her head to the woman's naked snatch. Sharon's breasts swayed forward, bumping into each other, the massive, doughy mounds coming to rest on Jill's accommodating thighs.

Sharon spread Jill's cunt lips apart with her tongue, worming the soft fleshy wedge between her naked, puffy slit. He had to strain forward to see what was happening. He was very turned on, and his cock ached to be loved by someone or something, ached to be shoved into anything which was both warm and wet. Sharon's tongue flicked up at her friend's clitoris, lapped across it, then whipped it down again. She did that for several seconds before she took the whole bud into her mouth, and then she sucked on it as if it were a piece of hard candy.

Jill, still playing with her tits, began to moan. Her head swayed from side to side, her short brown hair clinging to the sides of her sweaty face. She mauled her breasts, her fingernails leaving long red marks along each of the fleshy orbs as she dug into them.

Jerking off, the grass making his arousal that much more intense and concentrated, Doug moved unconsciously towards the two women. Tits were all he could think of big, juicy, fleshy, cushiony tits! He stood behind the chair and reached down, cupping Jill's tits into the palms of his hands. He squeezed them, caressed them, pinched the nipples, then finally bent his head over them and sucked first one nipple, and then the other. Jill moaned and panted, squirming her pussy against Sharon's sucking lips.

"No… stop it! I want to do that." Sharon pushed Doug's hands away, replacing them with her own. "Your turn comes later – remember?" Then she went back to eating Jill's smooth pussy.

Jill began to come, her back stiffening, thrusting her tits forward. Sharon nibbled on one hard, thick nipple, running the palm of her hand over the other. All the while she did this, her tongue slipped in and out of Jill's cunt hole, bringing the brown-haired woman off twice. Before she could stop coming, Sharon pulled her out of the chair and laid her on the floor. Reversing her position, Sharon crawled on top of her coming friend.

The two women began to sixty-nine each other, burying their heads between each other's thighs. Sharon dipped her tongue into Jill's box, licking the running wetness flowing from her pussy, and Jill did the same back to Sharon. They rolled frantically about, first Sharon on top, and then Jill. They settled finally, with Sharon on top, and Jill obviously in the throes of another orgasm.

Doug jerked off more determinedly now. He had to come – he had to! He looked around the room, hoping a cunt would appear suddenly and impale itself upon his prick. None did, of course. He looked at the two women again, both coming now, growing desperate for a place in which to stick his hard, aching prick. A drop of clear, gooey liquid trickled from his cock head.

Finally, when he could stand it no more, Doug moved blindly toward the women. Getting down on all fours, he touched both of them with his hands, stroking their hot, sweaty flesh. That only made him want to fuck all the more. He squeezed his prick as hard as he could.

Sharon, on top of Jill, who had just come for the sixth time, quickly reversed her position. She brought herself down on the woman again, this time cunt to cunt, tit to tit, thigh to thigh. Their breasts mashed together end became one giant mountain of woman flesh. Their cunts, slit against slit, clitoris against clitoris, humped and ground and pressed feverishly together.

It was time for Doug to make his move. He could not endure another second of torture without going mad with frustration. Cock in hand, he positioned himself behind the two women. Bending awkwardly, he managed to slip his, prick into that mound of pink and white tit flesh, finally burying his dick between Sharon's wonderfully sweaty breasts.

Both women were coming, their pelvises banging against each other, their clits erect and rubbing together. Pussy lips against pussy lips, wetness secreting against wetness, they came.