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The Gathering 29 - San Francisco Weekend

As they rode in the cab after leaving the airport, Dutch explained to
Rosa who had never been to the city before, that no matter how
convenient it may seem, they wouldn't even consider driving.
"It's not that driving is difficult," he said, "it's just that
parking is nonexistent, well not really, but it's premium prices
everywhere for the privilege of parking in the city."
Rosa's eyes widened at that, for she was accustomed to driving
everywhere around the L. A. area.
"Uh uh, not here." He said. "Here we use public transportation.
It's available to almost everywhere and I think you'll find hopping
on and off the trollies a lot of fun. And with With its crowded
streets, bustling markets, mysterious alleys, hidden temples and busy
restaurants," he paused to take a breath, and the cab driver glanced
over his shoulder and smiled in deference to Dutch's knowledge of his
city.
"You know this town pretty well, huh, buddy?" The Cabby said with a
grin.
"Yeah, I guess I do," Dutch replied. I lived here for several
years. And until very recently they were the best years of my life."
The cabby nodded happily and swerved around a slower moving van.
For that comment, Rosa gave Dutch a big hug and laid a kiss on his
cheek, leaving an imprint of her lips. She immediately began rubbing it
with a tissue from her purse to remove the lipstick stain. Dutch
didn't mind at all. He was delighted to be back in a city that he
truly loved.
"Los Angles is fine as far as it goes," he said to Rosa, "but
this town . . . this town has character. I mean, take Chinatown and
Alcatraz and the Golden Gate Bridge. You gotta see the bridge shrouded
in fog; it might be the most romantic setting in the world."

She hugged his arm at the use of the word romantic, and promptly forgot
the reason for their escape to this city, avoiding the police in their
investigation of the Clarice's murder.

Dutch continued his talking tour. "And the Japanese Tea Garden,
absolutely beautiful, one of the finest in the world . . . you'd have
to go to Japan to see anything better."

"Are we going to see that today?" she asked.

"Why not?" he responded and then continued on. "First though,
we'll explore Fisherman's Wharf and Ghirardelli Square. You can get
some shopping in as we hop around town." He smiled at her and she
beamed back at him.

He picked up where he'd left off, "We're not meeting Marilyn
until tomorrow afternoon. We'll have dinner with her someplace nice
and the next afternoon we'll fly back home.
"All this sounds great," she said, thinking this was like a
mini-honeymoon more than a brief escape from the potential notoriety of
being among the last to see poor Clarice.
"And I'm saving Chinatown for tonight," Dutch said, "Its San
Francisco's most colorful neighborhood. It's also among the most
famous, and it teems with visitors. Beyond all the tacky tourist traps,
I'll show you an authentic area well worth exploring. "
"Oh, Dutch, I love you so much," Rosa said and they kissed and were
still kissing when the cab pulled up at the Hyatt Fisherman's Wharf,
Hotel.  Rosa noted that the Powell and Mason Cable Car Line was across
the street and that everyone was streaming toward what must be the
wharf itself.
They registered and had their luggage brought up to their room on the
12th floor. Rosa was stunned by the view of the harbor and the
spectacular waterfront in front of her.
"The view . . . it's actually breathtaking, honey."
"I was hoping you'd be impressed," he said as he donned a pair of
Nike sneakers. "Better put something comfortable on, we'll be doing
a lot of walking today."
"Okay," she said and opened her suitcase and drew out a pair of
Addias walking shoes and began putting them on.
"And a sweater, I know it's warm out right now, but the temperature
changes fast and often in this town. It's better to be prepared."
Thus warned, Rosa tied the arms of a cardigan around her slim waist and
felt she was ready to take on San Francisco.
"I have to say that I'm getting hungry, could we eat first?"
"Sure, that's what I had in mind for us anyway. How about something
fishy?"
"Hey," she smiled, "when in Rome . . ."
They lunched at Cioppino's on the Wharf; taking a table outside and
enjoying the cool breeze and the seagulls flying overhead. They both
settled on the restaurant's most famous dish and had what Dutch
called, "the best damn cioppino in the city if not the world."
As they dined, he told Rosa, "There's no shortage of places to eat on
Fisherman's Wharf, or all around the city for that matter. I have
serious doubts about getting a bad meal in San Francisco. But of course
I do have my favorites. Aliotto's is my all time favorite. They serve
great seafood, have a beautiful view of the bay, and across the street
is another favorite; the Boudin Bakery, which serves up steaming clam
chowder in sourdough bread bowls. Bit we can't eat all day and night,
we'll explode," he was looking at her and Rosa felt herself blush
like a young girl.
"What?" She said with a shy smile.
'You're beautiful," he said, "truly beautiful."
"Stop it, you're embarrassing me,"  and in fact, others had heard
the comment, and were smiling at the two of them. He stood up and
holding his napkin in one hand waved the other to garner people's
attention. "I think this lovely lady is beautiful, do you folks
agree?"
The surrounding patrons burst into applause. Even several passersby
stopped and joined in. Rosa was mortified and delighted at the same
time.
And then basking in a smile from Rosa that told everyone around them
how much she loved him, he sat and they finished their meal without
another word. But throughout the remainder of that meal, their eyes
relayed untold pledges of love back and forth.
When they left the restaurant, he inquired if she would like to get
some shopping in and like a small girl she nodded affirmatively.
"Good," he laughed, "I never for a moment thought you'd say no.
So let's start around the corner at the College Shop."
"Lead on, McDuff," she said, and spun around causing her skirt to
flare out and up, providing Dutch and several passersby a revealing
look at her magnificent legs. They toured the College Shop and she
selected several items sporting Stanford's logo for Kathy' three
"T" shirts, extra large, one football jersey and a matching pair of
shorts. Rosa thought of Kathy's friend Peggy and also selected a
sweatshirt for her with the University of California, Berkeley on it.
They also went into the NFL Shop, also located on Pier 39 and She
selected what she playfully called "his" and "hers" Oakland
Raider jerseys for Alice and Robert.
A short walk found them in Ghirardelli Square, once a chocolate
factory, now considered a historic landmark that is home to an
exceptional collection of over 50 specialty shops, galleries and award
winning restaurants and breathtaking views of the San Francisco Bay and
Alcatraz. They purchased boxes of Ghirardelli Chocolate for Mom and
Molly and then returned to their hotel to set the presents aside and
continue with their tour of the city by the bay.
First they boarded the Blue and Gold Fleet boat and headed out to
Alcatraz Island. Enroute they learned Alcatraz is perhaps the most
famous former jail in the world. Its name, taken from the Spanish for
'pelican', has become notorious since it housed the States' most
hardened criminals, including Machine Gun Kelly, Robert 'The Birdman'
Stroud and Al Capone, who apparently lost his mind as well as his
liberty there. The island first became a prison back in 1854, but came
into its own after the 1906 earthquake, promising unrelentingly hellish
and inescapable conditions. In the 1920's and 1930's a new wave of
crime had swept across the U.S. The problem was that, no sooner did law
enforcement authorities manage to incarcerate the bad guys then their
buddies in crime would bust them out. With this problem in mind, the
U.S. Justice Department began looking into a maximum security prison
that was inaccessible and thereby inescapable. When they found
Alcatraz, it was almost too good to be true.
Both Dutch and Rosa were surprised to learn about the Indian occupation
of  Alcatraz in 1969 - 1971 after it had closed its doors as a
federal prison in 1963. And the early military fortifications
represented there as well. It was the first U.S. fort on the pacific
coast; and featured the West Coast's first (and oldest operating)
lighthouse. As they toured the ground they came upon several of the
island's many natural features ---gardens, tide pools, bird colonies,
and a view of San Francisco Bay beyond compare.
They sailed back to the mainland utterly content, returned to their
hotel, showered and changed for the evening.
Dutch surprised Rosa by hiring a rickshaw at the Chinatown Gateway, a
dragon-crowned portal located on the corner of Bush and Grant. He
seemed to know something about this areas history and proudly related
to Rosa that the street was originally known as Dupont Street; and that
the road was notorious for its opium dens and gambling halls.
"Ah," he said, "but that was yesterday. Today, Grant Avenue is
still notorious, but for a different reason. Try counting the number of
shops selling jade jewelry; and see how many others sell clay Buddha
statues and electronics and kites."
Rosa was dazzled by it all and felt that she had been transported into
a foreign land; which in some ways she had.
They left the rickshaw after winding up back in front of the Empress of
China.
"Let's have a cocktail here, Rosa," he said and they rode the
elevator to the sixth floor and passed a few straggling tourists eating
in the dining room as they headed for the glowing green cocktail lounge
on the left. Rosa sighed as she sat down in a deep swivel chair and
Dutch spun her around to the magnificent view of Russian Hill.
"How did you ever find this place? It's fantastic, honey."
"I found it in another lifetime. I spent a few years here both before
and after my navy days." The bartender, a petite Chinese woman
approached them and Dutch ordered a pair of Jade Empress's.
"I don't get to order my own drink?" she said, teasing him.
"Normally yeah, you would. But right now I want you to forget your
troubles by drinking one of these. It's called a Jade Empress. It's
really Midori and coconut milk, and maybe some other secret
ingredient."
With her first sip, Rosa knew he was right. They each had another
before moving on to dine elsewhere in Chinatown and on returning to
their room on Fisherman's wharf made lazy, unhurried love before
falling asleep, leaving their worries behind them.
***
The next morning they set out to explore the golden Gate Bridge from
several aspects and found it swathed in fog. Still, Rosa was up to
walking across it and and hour and a half later they had a sumptuous
breakfast in Marrin county, followed by a guided tour of Muir's Woods
that Rosa said "took her breath away."
They "hitched" a ride to Sausalito with a couple on their honeymoon
and bought them lunch at a small restaurant close to a bevy of
houseboats and a backround of San Francisco's skyline across the bay.

Later they said goodbye to the couple and walked along the shore until
they grew tired. Eventually they recrossed the bay, this time catching
a ride on a motor launch and found themselves back in San Francisco
only several blocks from their hotel. They took a short nap and then
dressed, both eager to meet Marilyn, to Rosa, a lady of mystery. To
Dutch, a woman, who until Rosa, had been the best woman he'd ever
known.
Rosa was elegance itself, in a gypsy-style blouse and organza
off-the-shoulder dress as they arrived at Marilyn's brownstone.
Marilyn had shooed the girls out, arranging for them to spend the night
at Tucker's. She wanted Dutch and his fiancée all to herself.

The women hit it off from the very beginning. Both were pleased that
they didn't have to fawn over one another with false sincerity. They
were pleased with the genuine feelings they seemed to share, and both
kept looking at Dutch like proud parents.

Marilyn made cocktails for everyone and after the initial round of
toasts, Marilyn, in her straightforward manner broke the ice, if there
indeed was any to break, by asking, "So Rosa, how do you find this
guy in bed?"

Rosa was nonplussed at the question and, squeezing Dutch's thigh,
said, "He's the best I've ever had."

Marilyn arched an eyebrow at this and Rosa's fingernail lightly
traced the growing outline of Dutch's rising erection.

"I won't ask if you've had enough to know,' Marilyn purred,
showing her fangs for the first time.

"You don't have to," Rosa said with a smile and rubbed his cock.
"This cock is the best I've ever tasted, the best I've ever had
rammed in me and that includes my mouth, my pussy and my ass. Did he
get to do you in all three too?"

"Yes he did and I have to agree with you. He is the best. Why don't
you take him out of that confining pair of pants and let him breathe a
little?"

Rosa was about to do just that when Dutch decided it had gone far
enough. "We have reservations, don't we?" He asked as he placed
his hand over Rosa's stopping her from unzipping him. "Let's go
eat. If you ladies want to unveil me later, fine, but right now I'm
hungry and you both know enough to feed a hungry man, right?"

Both women were mildly excited, but agreed and after finishing their
drinks rose to leave for the restaurant.

Marilyn had selected the First Crush Restaurant, located on 5th Street,
just north of Market. They were seated in a corner and to everyone's
surprise no one was seated near them.

They ordered appetizers first, with Rosa choosing the Crab Cake, served
over sautéed leeks and dressed with a mustard cream. Marilyn opted for
Baked Cambozola, which proved to be a generous portion of melted
camboloza served with toast points and sprinkled with green onion
garnish. Dutch had decided on an all fish evening and selected the
Seared Ahi Tuna, which proved to be a fine sushi-grade tuna, pan-seared
and served on a bed of fresh sautéed roma tomatoes accented with
shallots, capers and a dash of garlic.

He also selected the wine, knowing both women preferred white wine, he
asked the server for the
Kalin Chardonnay, Sonoma Valley, 1993. It was expensive at $85.00, but
he felt it was an unusual occasion and that a good wine was called for.

The appetizers proved to be veritable meals by themselves and as they
ordered their Entrees each person at the table secretly wondered if
they would be able to finish their meal.

Rosa ordered Lobster Tagliatelli, which turned out to be flat ribbon
pasta tossed with fresh Maine lobster in a rich cream sauce with a
touch of cayenne.

Marilyn deliberately selected the Horseradish Crusted Salmon Fillet
that was grilled & finished with a whole grain mustard sauce, and
accompanied with julienne vegetables & dill mashed potatoes.

Dutch picked the Fresh local halibut on a bed of purple potato purée
with a citrus beurre-blanc sauce.

No one finished their meal. Rosa did hers justice and Dutch demolished
his halibut, but left everything else virtually untouched. Marilyn
picked at her meal, seemingly savoring horseradish crust more than the
salmon itself. Dutch excused himself to go to the men's room and when
Rosa stood up to go to the ladies, Marilyn declined, saying, "You
don't mind going alone, do you? I have been wanting to study that
picture in the corner since we sat down."

"Oh, no, not at all, I'm a big girl," Rosa smiled at Marilyn,
"I can go by myself."

"You are certainly a big girl," Marilyn said looking at Rosa's
chest, as she also stood. Both women headed in opposite directions, but
as Rosa entered the powder room, Marilyn feigned having dropped an
earring and went back to the table and casually knelt down as if
searching for it, but carefully crept under the tablecloth and waited
for them to return.

Dutch left the men's room after empting his bladder and made his way
back to the table to find a smiling Rosa waiting for him. Evidently
he'd been gone long enough for the waiter to bring dessert and for
Marilyn to answer her own call of nature, because she was absent and
his cheesecake and hers were on the table along with Rosa's fresh
strawberries and a pot of coffee and three cups.

"Is she powdering her nose?" he inquired of Rosa.

"I guess," she responded. "I left her admiring the painting over
there," she pointed at the wall near the entry. "It looks like a
valuable original. I'm not sure, but it could be a Picasso, from his
blue Period and it's very impressive."

The waiter reappeared and poured coffees for the two of them as Dutch
regarded his cheesecake with some apprehension. He picked up his fork,
then decided he could wait. It wouldn't take Marilyn that long, it
never had in the years they were married.

He reached for his coffee, stopped himself when he felt a hand on his
thigh. 'Jesus Christ, she was under the table! What was she going to
do down there?' He asked himself.

'And wasn't that a stupid question,' he answered right back. His
eyes darted to Rosa, who sensed something was wrong.

"What?" She asked.

Before he could reply, all doubt vanished, the hand moved to his groin,
fingers worked the zipper; and in seconds he felt her breath on him,
and then she had him in her mouth.

To her credit, Rosa picked up on what was happening almost as quickly
as Dutch had. Arching her eyebrows, she gestured under the table and he
weakly nodded. A smile curled across her mouth and she held a napkin to
her mouth to contain whatever sound she thought might escape.

'This was delicious,' she thought, 'Dutch surprised by a woman,
utterly delicious.' And she leaned back in her chair and studied his
face.

He sat there, wondering if anyone in the room other than Rosa had a
clue what was going on. Someone must have seen her getting under the
table. Did it really matter?

'Oh, hell,' he finally decided, 'nothing mattered but the sheer
pleasure of it, for Marilyn was exceptionally good at this; and
apparently in no hurry either.' He looked across at Rosa who was
calmly spooning strawberries into her own luscious mouth.

She saw him looking at her and stuck her strawberry-covered tongue out
at him, and then cast her eyes down to her plate. Feeling a bit
devilish himself, he took a bite of his cheesecake.

'God, it was exquisite,' Marilyn thought, 'this feeling of utter
submission, kneeling unseen before him, his fiancée sitting across
from him as she serviced him anonymously, totally in control. Rosa must
know. She must have seen something in his face that gave him away. She
was a woman and women looked for signs like this. But she had spoken
only one word, "What?" Obviously questioning some action on his
part, that meant he'd had to answer her, but he hadn't said a word.
A gesture? It must have been a gesture. Perhaps he'd used his eyes to
signal her. She knew . . . Rosa knew she was under the table and
hadn't made a fuss. Dutch really had himself a good woman there. And
she would reward her too before coming up for air.'

The thought made her giddy and she held herself in check, keeping from
laughing out loud by thinking about the lovely penis in her mouth.
'An iron rod in a velvet glove,' she thought, 'so sweetly soft on
the surface, so iron-hard within.'

She cupped his balls in her hand, ringed the base of his cock with her
thumb and forefinger. He gasped when she tucked the tip of one finger
into him, and she thrilled at that, and at the way the sphincter
tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed . . .

Rosa tried to imagine what Marilyn was doing and how she was doing it
only inches from her. The varied expressions on his face told her much,
but she had to resist taking a peek under the table and to fight off a
surprisingly strong impulse to get under there herself and wrest his
precious cock away from her.

'No,' she told herself, 'we'd share him -- that would be the
proper thing to do.' At the last, she let loose a shrill titter that
she quickly covered with her napkin. 'Jesus,' Rosa thought, 'now
everyone will be watching, aware that something's going on and it
won't take a genius to figure out what. It's every man's fantasy
. . . well one of them,' and she giggled softly as Dutch glared at
her in consternation.

Marilyn was completely in charge, letting him build to a climax, then
easing off, tightening her grip on the base of his cock to choke off
the orgasm before it could start. Then building again, moving toward
the finish, and backing off, and resuming and . . . her mind wondered.

She knew there were women who refused to do this. But that in today's
climate they were fast becoming a minority group as younger women now
tended to see a blowjob as an easy way to satisfy a man, not far
removed from a goodnight kiss.

Dutch remained passive; almost expressionless as he looked at Rosa
while inwardly squirming, trying to come, thwarted by Marilyn's
expertise at restraining his climax.

"Is she better than me?" Rosa asked after spooning the last of her
desert into her mouth and daintily licking a tiny morsel from her upper
lip.

Marilyn heard her and bit his cock in warning. Rosa saw him grimace and
knew what had happened.

"Never mind, honey, I'm sure she's very good at . . . what she
does." And smiled a Cheshire-like  grin at his exasperated, almost
hopeless  expression.

Marilyn gave the bitten flesh a soft, gentle lick and decided it was
time to let him come, after all she still had Rosa to finish off and
she couldn't stay under the table all day, could she?

This time she let his crescendo reach all the way to the coda, and his
semen spurted and she drank it down, thinking that she could feel its
energy radiating outward through her whole body all the way to her
fingers and toes. She kept him in her mouth and sucked him, but more
gently now, and felt him soften and shrink, and she sipped the last
drop from him, wiped him dry with her napkin, tucked him back into his
pants, and zipped him up.

Rosa heard the distinct sound the zipper made as it closed and wondered
what she would say to Marilyn when she surfaced from under the table.
But when Marilyn's hand began to glide up her thigh Rosa's startled
expression told Dutch all he needed to know and he reached across the
table and took Rosa's hand in his and said, "Enjoy it, I'm sure
she's very good at this."

'I'm wearing pantyhose,' Rosa told herself how can she?' And
then she felt Marilyn's breath on her crotch and a moment later teeth
were tearing at the fabric of Rosa's pantyhose. The sexual tension in
Rosa's belly grew in leaps and bounds, but she did nothing to stop
Marilyn. She didn't know how to, nor did she want to.

"Your ex-wife seems very casual about public sex," she said
conversationally to Dutch. Suddenly her eyes went wide as Marilyn
reached through the torn hose and grabbed the crotch of her thronged
panties pulling them to the side, then opening her mouth to its fullest
and covered Rosa's entire mound.

Dutch just grinned and took a sample of the cheesecake and followed it
with some coffee. Marilyn began licking Rosa's pussy, bringing her
tongue from the rear of her slit up to the top, teasing her enflamed
clitoris each time she reached it.
Rosa began to squirm up and away but Marilyn held her thigh tightly
with one hand and kept her face buried in Rosa's crotch. Marilyn
continued lapping away for several minutes, each time pressing her
tongue harder against Rosa's vulva, eventually separating her labia
with repetitive upstrokes, and finally forced her tongue into her
pussy.
After about 5 minutes of licking like this Marilyn took the engorged
clit into her mouth and rubbed it hard with her tongue. Marilyn backed
off and brought her fingers into play. And when her index finger
brushed the side of Rosa's clit and caused Rosa to shudder, she
called out, sotto-voice, "Tell me Rosa, how do you like to be fucked?"
"Umm," Rosa managed as Marilyn's finger slid past her turgid clit and
the tip dipped between the swollen lips and encountered the pool of
lubrication building there.

"Slowly . . . gently," Rosa gasped softly. Dutch saw her eyes close
as the sexual tension took her higher.

Two of Marilyn's fingertips were now sliding up and down her slimy
slit.  Rosa thought she'd die if they weren't inside her, churning
away at her and wondered if Marilyn had the necessary angle to
accomplish it.

Marilyn teased her, stoking the wet, swollen labia's lips but didn't
go inside.

Rosa bit her lip. "Shit.  Oh come on . . . please?"

Marilyn obliged and slipped the tip of her middle finger slowly into
the waiting honey pot. Soon, it was in to the second knuckle and she
rotated a bit and withdrew just as slowly.

And that was the start of a regular, slow, finger-fuck.

Rosa became hotter and hotter.  Needing more, needing it faster.
Knowing the wait would be deliciously good, but almost dying from the
frustration. Marilyn slipped a second finger into Rosa's waiting
pussy and Rosa began to hump against them in a slow matching rhythm.

Rosa, bit her lip again and forced herself to keep her hands on the
table. She knew it wouldn't be long now. Marilyn lowered her mouth,
pressing her tongue as far into Rosa's cunt as she could, Rosa came
hard and Marilyn wasn't prepared for what happened as Rosa's pent up
juices  spurted into her mouth. Marilyn felt them hit her tongue first
and suddenly her mouth was full with this strange, hot, creamy liquid.
She had no choice but to swallow, easing the flow down the back of her
throat and only then did the opportunity to savor the magnificent
flavor of Rosa's feminine nectar.

Marilyn couldn't have enjoyed Rosa's orgasm more if it had been her
own. After a long moment Marilyn called out softly, "Is anyone
looking our way?"

Rosa was still in an enchanted bliss and didn't or couldn't
respond. Dutch gave a furtive glance around, but answered, "I can't
really tell."

"It doesn't matter," Marilyn murmured, and reached to remove an
earring. She got out from under the table, holding up the earring in
triumph, and refastened it to her ear before sitting down again.

"You amaze me," Dutch said.

"If anyone was watching," she said, "they saw a woman who dropped
an earring and managed to find it again."

He laughed, "Unless they've been glancing over here off and on for
the last ten or fifteen minutes."

"Is that how long I was down there?"

"You don't rally care if anybody knows what just happened do
you?"

"No."

"You even get a kick of the idea."

"A little, I'm a naughty girl."

"I'll say you are," Rosa chimed in, with a smile that said it had
been a wonderful experience.

"Would the two of you like to go back to my place and continue our
threesome?"

"Rosa?" Dutch asked.

"Well, I'm thoroughly warmed up, so why not?"

***

Back at the Brownstone, Rosa removed her my big earrings and unhooked
her necklace, then laid them on a night table. At the same time,
Marilyn was slowly unbuttoning her blouse. As she carelessly flung it
aside Dutch saw that her breasts, still contained in her bra, seemed to
have gotten fuller since he had last seen them.

Then Rosa emulated Marilyn's semi-strip, gradually opening up the top
part of her dress, smiling at the couple watching her.
As if to counter Rosa's performance, Marilyn unfastened her bra,
shook her shoulders and let it drift to the floor. Then she kicked her
little shoes off. Rosa shed her dress and stood there letting both of
them see her shredded pantyhose before pulling them inside out to get
them down and off.
Dutch had his shirt off and was lowering his slacks.
Marilyn removed her skirt. She wore nothing beneath it and so was the
first one naked. She sat down and stuck her legs up in the air. Dutch
finished next, but only because Rosa stopped to gaze upon Marilyn's
charms for a moment and then descended upon her left breast, gripping
it lightly with both hands before lowering her mouth to the nipple to
taste her old rival's nectar.
Dutch followed, and Marilyn felt a vibrating current running up and
down her body. Her arms came up and encircled both her nursing lovers.
Then Rosa's mouth was on Marilyn's and two vastly experienced
tongues met for the first time, and during that kiss, both learned new
tricks in the art of kissing.
Dutch remained on her breast, his tongue circling her areolea, his hand
snaking downward across her stomach to rest on Marilyn's shaven
mound. Then he sent a finger stealthily moving down between the lips of
her labia.
Time passed, Marilyn kept her eyes closed, resisting the urge to find
out who was doing what, and where. She preferred to guess. The finger
turned into two, then three, and she knew it was now Rosa's hand
working it's way into her, for Dutch had just begun french kissing
her while roughly squeezing a breast.
"Oh, yeah! Squeeze 'em, Dutch!" She moaned and her legs began to
open, wider and wider; her hips began to churn as Rosa's fingers
found their way into what was now a fairly slippery crevice.
She opened her eyes and saw Rosa's tits hanging over her at a weird
angle as she ploughed her fingers into Marilyn's cunt. Marilyn
reached out and started playing with the pendouous breasts, eliciting a
long sigh from Rosa.
"I have a little something more to do," Dutch said, grinning, then he
started kissing his way down her stomach. Marilyn let go of Rosa's
breasts and closed her eyes again. She felt rosa's fingers leave her
and groaned at the loss only to gasp when Dutch's face pressed
against her loins. Then his tongue, his wonderful tongue, was sucking
on the lips of her vagina.
"Nice!" She moaned, "Oh, so very nice!"
His tongue mooshed around hunting for her clit, and found it. Marilyn
gasped again.
She had one hand on his head and the other on her nipple, pulling on
it. Marilyn was having trouble accepting the waves of pleasure sweeping
over her, and then, suddenly, Rosa was tonguing her asshole and the
intensity of her pleasure doubled. She was coming. Her hips jerked
spasmatically, but Dutch managed to hold her in place and continued to
ravage her with his mouth. The tongues kept going, and Marilyn kept
coming. And, an eternity later the sensation of the orgasmic waves
subsided and an almost fully spent Marilyn pled with the two of them to
cease.
"No more . . . God, no more!"
"We just wanted to get even with you for the restaurant." Rosa
giggled and then kissed her on the lips, sucking the lower one out just
a little and then letting it snap back.
"You've got nice tit's," Rosa added.
"Thanks, yours are great too."
"You'll have to try them later."
"I will, have no fear of that." And Marilyn sign contentedly and
stretched out.
"Fuck me Dutch," Rosa said, her throat gone dry with her need of him.
"I need you inside me!"
He kissed her, his tongue flicked her teeth and he sucked her tongue
into his mouth. She bit his upper lip and he moaned. She moved lower
and took him in her mouth. Then she was rubbing his cock all over her
face, especially her lips. Her cheeks slid over his salavia covered
shaft and her eyebrows tickled his testicles as she tok one and then
the other into her seemingly cavernous mouth and toyed with his sacks.
 From the other side of the bed, Marilyn watched with growing lust as
Rosa's nimble tongue swirled around his scotum and then licked his
ass.
"I'm gonna come soon if you don't quit that," he gasped,
breathing heavily.
"Okay, okay," Rosa huffed, "Put it in, go on, put it in."
Marilyn sprang into action, grasping his erection and directing it
between Rosa's spreading thighs. She noted the flesh of Rosa's cunt
was cherry red. As she steered his heavy prick into Rosa, Marilyn saw
her labia pulled back, and glimpsed the firey flesh inside.
'I'm going to nibble on that in just a little while,' she told
herself as Dutch sank into Rosa's grasping, clutching, foam flecked
sleeve. He was fucking her spoon fashion. That is - they lay front to
back, spooning as it were, and he was behind her but not on her. This
enabled Dutch to hammer his prick into her, deeply and quickly, using
rabbit-like strokes for as long as he could sustain them.
Dutch was startled by Rosa's relaxed state. Usually she was somewhat
tense, fighting with him for control, but at the moment she had
conceded everything, letting him take the initiative, and total
control. He found her so relaxed and so full of fluids it was almost
troublesome in that it barely felt like a woman's vagina he was surging
into.

But Rosa's pacific state didn't last long. As Dutch continued to
pump, the goo inside her spilled out, oozing between her legs and
soaking the sheets. This improved the friction on his cock
and the muscles of her cunt responded accordingly.

Her face was grimaced in concentrating on the varied sensations
rippling through her body. From the tips of her toes, to the tips of
her nipples; vibrating through her belly and jaw.

Marilyn moved in and began kissing Rosa and this helped bring Rosa's
climax to the fore.

If you enjoyed this story, I'd love to hear what you favorite part was,
or any other comments you may have.  Writing these stories takes
effort, and a minute or two of your time is all I ask for in return.

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