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Subject: {ASSM} After The Party, Cynthia's Awakening Part 1 (FF, MFF, Lesbian, Rom)
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After the Party, Cynthia's Awakening, Part 1
The party went well for the most part. Angela and Harry were good hosts
and the food was great. During the evening Angela made a point of
talking with a tall, slender redhead, the newest member of the faculty,
a widow named Cynthia. She liked the nickname Cyn. Harry joined them
as the guests left, finally leaving just them and the mess.
"Oh, I'll put the perishable stuff away and I have a
woman coming in tomorrow to clean up the rest," Angela said to Cynthia's
request to help. In ten minutes she was done and back with tall glasses
of soda for all three. She sat next to Cynthia and Harry sat on the
other side.
"I was so glad you could make it tonight," Angela said.
"Harry and I have been wanting to get to know you. Angela was a dance
and gymnastics instructor and Harry taught English. Cynthia was a
literature professor who was near her doctorate. Though nearly 40
Angela still had a lithe, slender body with a pair of generous breasts
and long legs. She had been to tall to be competitive in gymnastics and
not determined enough to make it in dance. She was half Vietnamese and
half French Canadian by way of Vancouver, Canada, giving her an exotic,
sensuousness that made men gasp when she smiled at them. He had held
his figure by long walks to and from the University every day. He was
just over 6 feet tall and had a light brown beard flecked with gray and
short cut hair.
Angela had chosen a close fitting gown with a slit up
the side for the party; something she had gotten at the Faculty Rummage
sale the year before. He wore slacks and a polo shirt. Their guest,
Cynthia wore a dark blue dress with a low back and bare arms, which
displayed flawless white skin and smooth musculature. Her breasts were
small, but well formed and her legs strong and long beneath firm,
rounded hips.
"You must work out," Harry said, indicating her firm,
well rounded biceps.
"Since my husband died I have been working out a lot.
It helps fill the days, I guess."
"You must be very lonely," Angela said.
"I, I am," Cynthia said, looking into her dark eyes with
her own blue ones.
"We would like to be your friends," Angela said. "I am
sure you would find it enjoyable."
Cynthia suddenly took the correct meaning of her
statement as Angela touched her hair and let her hand run down to her
bare back in a gentle caress. Harry knew to just let Angela do the
seducing here, watching her work her charms on the beautiful redhead.
"I, I've never." she said, uncertainty in her voice.
"That's Ok, you know. Most people haven't, but there is
a first time for everything."
With that she leaned forward, and placing her hand on
the other woman's cheek, brushed her lips gently against hers, feeling
her shiver as she did so. Cynthia closed her eyes and shivered.
"Do you like my Harry?" she asked, looking at her
husband.
Cynthia turned to look him the, her eyes a little wide,
her cheeks flushed.
"Oh, yes, he's very handsome."
"Then kiss him, why don't you?'
Tentatively, as though not believing she was doing it,
Cynthia leaned over and kissed Harry, the soft, gentle kiss quickly
turning into a passionate one, their tongues meeting erotically.
"Mmm, it's been so long," she said, putting her hand on
his chest. Angela touched her hip and ran her hand up and down her leg
as she watched the other woman kiss her husband. With a deft movement
she reached up and undid the clasp at the back of the neck of the other
woman's dress, slowly pulling it down as the woman and her husband
kissed.
"Come, let's get you more comfortable," she said.
Without a word Cynthia turned toward her and closed her eyes as her
dress was slipped under her hips, revealing her pantyhose and nothing
else under it.. Kneeling before her, Angela slipped the pantyhose off,
her eyes on the red bush between the white thighs, her sensitive nose
taking in the smell of the other woman. Harry was kissing Cynthia
again, his hand caressing her left tit, pinched the nipple gently as she
moaned and shivered. She felt no shame at her nakedness, turning her
head to let Harry kiss her neck and shoulders.
Angela took in her slender, white body with her lustful
eyes, seeing swell of her belly, the strong legs and the nice, full bush
of red hair. With gently pressure she slipped between the other woman's
legs, spreading them to her hungry eyes, looking at the pink, wet slit
between.
"Oh, god, you are so perfect," she murmured as her hand
spread the hair, exposing the erect, pink little clit to the light. She
kissed the other woman's belly and thighs, eliciting groans and murmurs
from the her. Cynthia now had her hand embedded in her hair. She took
in the musk of the other woman, a rich, sweet smell as she lowered her
mouth to her cunt, her tongue flicking across the tip of the clitoris as
the Cynthia gave a little cry of near pain.
Her husband stood and slowly stripped as he watched his
wife eat the red haired cunt. In moments he was naked, his thick, hard
cock standing out. He knelt beside the redhead then, directing his cock
to her mouth. She only hesitated a second and then gently kissed and
licked on the head as she shuddered and moaned. One hand was in the
other woman's mane of dark hair while the other caressed her own nipple.
He put his hand behind her head then and thrust his cock deeper into her
mouth, making her gag a little as she sucked him, but she was beyond
caring, her cunt on fire from the attention given it by the other woman.
With a cry and a stiffening of her body, she came then,
her hips shuddering and her hand clenching in the other woman's hair as
the orgasm tore through her slender body. It lasted a long time, her
mouth wrapped firmly around his cock as she came. Finally it subsided
and she pulled back, looking at the dark haired woman's smile.
"You liked that, didn't you?"
She could only nod.
"You want that cock in you now?"
"Oh, yes," she said, caressing his cock gently, looking
up at Harry, a small smile on her face.
Harry moved to replace his wife then, grasping Cynthia's
long legs and lifting them, pulling her forward. His cock rubbed
against her clit gently, then the opening her gaping, wet cunt. She
gasped and grabbed his ass, pulling him closer, trying to get his hard
cock into her love tunnel.
Angela now stood and stripped quickly, her hand slipping
between her legs to caress her cunt while she watched her husband tease
the redhead with his hard cock, rubbing her clit and the swollen lips of
her wet cunt. Finally he succumbed to the desire for the cunt and
slipped it into her, eliciting a groan and whimper from the redhead.
She arched her back and took it into her cunt, reveling in the feeling
of being filled with her host's cock, her eyes straying to her
beautiful, dark skinned hostess as she masturbated.
Angela watched Harry's thick, nard cock penetrate the
cunt of the beautiful woman and groaned as the redhead looked at her.
She sat next to her then, offering her breast to the other woman.
Cynthia took the dark, hard nipple into her mouth, sucking on it,
licking it and moaning as she did it. She had never been eaten by a
woman or touched a woman sexually, though she had had thoughts of one of
her friends. Now she experienced a desire to do things to this exotic,
slender woman.
Her hand slipped between the other woman's legs, first
one, then two fingers slipping into her wet, slipper vagina. She
fingerfucked the other woman as Angela massaged her clit, watching her
husband fuck the red haired pussy faster and faster. His hands grabbed
her tits then, pinching her pink hard nipples, causing even more moaning
and groaning from her.
Cynthia neared orgasm, her back arching more, her cunt
spasming over and over as she neared an incredible orgasm. She had been
giving herself pleasure for years, using different dildos and vibrators,
but nothing had ever been like the orgasm she was preparing to have.
Finally she went over the top, her entire body going ridged as she cried
out. Angela reached orgasm a moment later, her cunt juices running down
Cynthia's arm as she came and came, her mouth finding Cynthia's for a
long, passionate kiss.
Harry watched the women kiss and come together and he
could no longer hold off his orgasm, his cock spasming as he began to
come. He pulled it out of the hot cunt with the greatest of efforts and
jacked off on the woman's white belly, his um erupting in long strings
and droplets across her skin. He and Angela had not had sex for two
days in preparation for tonight, with the idea that if Cynthia was not
interested they would have had one of their more memorable fucking
sessions.
Now he came, his orgasm taking his breath away as he
came. Angela broke away from Cynthia then and leaned down to take his
cock in her mouth, sucking the last of the cum from his cock as he
finished, then licking Cynthia's juices from his cock and balls. She
then licked the cum from Cynthia's belly holding it in her mouth as she
licked and sucked her way to Cynthia's mouth, which she kissed, sharing
the taste of her husband's cum with their guest.
Cynthia, for her part, was overwhelmed by the experience
of having sex with Angela and Harry and found the sharing of Harry's cum
by Angela to be a fitting climax to the event. It had been so long
since she had been held, touched and caressed that she was in sensory
overload and in an emotional turmoil. She broke into quiet tears as
Angela gently kissed her new lover, while Harry let her legs down and
sat on the couch next to her and sighed, his hand on her thigh.
"Why are you crying?" Angela asked.
"Because it was so beautiful. You are both so
beautiful."
Angela smile then and kissed her nipple.
"You are too, lover. Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, oh yes, can we do it again?'
They all laughed at that and Angela knew that they had
finally found their soul mate and bedmate in one. She kissed Harry then
as Cynthia's hand began to stoke his cock, hungry for more cock.
End of Part One.
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