Isabella was living with a woman when we met. It was a tempestuous relationship, with one of them leaving, relenting and coming back, only to have the other do the same. The last time Isabella left, she moved in with me and never went back.
Through three torrid months, Isabella and I made love every day, and I found her to be by far the most passionate woman I d ever been with. To say that I was content would be quite an understatement. I was 100 percent enamored of my long and lean blonde lover.
When another woman, an ex flame of hers, came to town to perform her cabaret act, Isabella s eyes literally sparkled. She told me she already had tickets and begged me to go. As I watched her primping in front of the makeup mirror, I knew we were headed for an interesting evening. I hungrily took in the sleek contours of her body as she shimmied into a tight black mini dress her only undergarments being a pair of sexy bikini panties. I couldn t help but think, though, that I stood a chance of losing Isabella to her former lover.
I accompanied her to the club that night and stared spellbound at the vivacious pixie strutting her stuff on the stage. Isabella s former lover was an accomplished chanteuse, belting out her bluesy rock songs with a husky voice that belied her diminutive size. Sandra reeked of raw sexuality shaking her big breasts tauntingly at the crowd and grinding her hips against the microphone stand she so lewdly straddled. I have to admit that by the end of the first set, I had a throbbing hard on in my jeans.
One of the club s bouncers approached us and said Sandra wanted to see us backstage. I followed Isabella into Sandra s tiny dressing room and watched, with trembling heart and bulging cock, as the two women embraced, kissed passionately and let their hands roam over each other s backside.
When they finally broke their intimate embrace, the tiny brunette with the large breasts breathlessly introduced Isabella to her lover, a long haired man seated in the corner whom I hadn t even noticed. My spirits picked up instantly.
Sandra s lover went by the name of Tucker. He was a soft spoken man, very laid back and handsome, with broad shoulders and a trim torso. He and Isabella embraced, and as Sandra hugged me, she shamelessly ground herself against the bulge in my pants.
Tucker joined us at our table for Sandra s second set, which simply sizzled. Under the table, Isabella took my hand, placed it underneath her dress and pressed it against her pussy. It felt as if she had a furnace there instead of a cunt. Her nipples were poking quite noticeably through the skintight mini dress, and my adrenaline kicked into high gear as I realized the possibility existed that we could get into something with Tucker and Sandra.
It was her last set and Sandra s breasts were nearly bared by the time she took her final bow. Her skin glistened with sweat, and she looked like a woman poised on the edge of orgasm as she weaved off stage.
The three of us followed her backstage, closing the dressing room door behind us, as Sandra hastily tugged off her clothes, breathily telling Tucker to towel her off. Isabella took the towel from Tucker s hands, though, and he and I watched as my long and lean lover toweled off the totally naked, petite bombshell.
My cock throbbed, and I thought it would fire off inside my pants if it were so much as looked at. Sandra stood maybe five feet two inches, and her body was tiny with the exception of those extra large breasts. Her almost ghostly white skin no longer glistened with sweat once Isabella had toweled every inch of her body, rubbing her legs and over her large breasts.
Suddenly, Isabella tossed the towel aside, leaning forward and, holding one of Sandra s breasts in each hand, moved her pretty face from breast to breast. She sucked each nipple into a cog shaped erection, leaving a thin sheen of saliva on each one.
Breathily, Sandra said, It s been a long time let me see you, and she fumbled with Isabella s minidress, tugging it up until my lover s panty clad thighs were exposed. She tugged that minidress all the way off so that Isabella s small, pointy breasts were bared.
Isabella tugged off her panties, and my eyes darted from her slender, trim body to Sandra s tiny, busty body to Tucker s wide eyes, which darted over the same territory as mine.
Tucker and I stood back, allowing the former lovers to rekindle the passion they had once shared. The apprehension I had felt earlier was replaced by a near orgasmic excitement as I watched my lover with another woman. I took several long, deep breaths to relax the urgent throbbing in my crotch.
The two women stood with their naked bodies pressed tightly together, their tongues probing deeply into one another s mouth. Their hands were on each other s ass, squeezing soft cheeks, fingers inching lower toward each other s pussy.
Then, as if on cue, they broke their kiss. Isabella lay down on her back on the carpet in the dressing room, while Sandra straddled her face and leaned forward, burying her head between her lover s thighs.
Both women licked each other fervently, the impassioned moans of each muffled by the other s pussy. Their fingers rubbed each other s labia, their tongues flicked determinedly over each other s clitoris. Lost in their own world of shared passion, the two women shuddered through shrieking orgasms, their lovely faces radiant in that blissful afterglow of sexual release.
Tucker moved before I did, dropping his jeans and kneeling behind Sandra, his cock and balls right over my lover s face. Isabella helped guide him inside Sandra, giving his cock a playful squeeze as she did.
I took my cue from Tucker and dropped my jeans, crouching between Isabella s long, shapely legs. I slipped my hands underneath Isabella and lifted her up, as Sandra guided me into my lover s pussy. Watching Sandra and Isabella make love had precisely the same effect on Tucker as it had on me. Within seconds, we were blasting our seed into their pussies. And when I pulled out, Sandra gave my wet, sagging cock a quick tongue bath, while Isabella did the same to Tucker. Incredibly, the sight of another man s cock between my lover s lips sent an erotic tingle up my spine. I never felt such passion and arousal before, and I knew that the night was young.
Isabella and I helped Tucker and Sandra pack up their gear, then the four of us went to their hotel room. It was a small room, but nicely decorated. Tucker offered to order some room service, but for some reason food and drink were the last things on our minds. Once again Tucker and I watched our lovers get naked. It was as if the women moved in slow motion their movements so sensual as they embraced.
On a bed that took up about one third of the room, Isabella and Sandra writhed together like eels, slipping their slender fingers in and out of each other, moaning into each other s mouth as they kissed sensuously.
Tucker and I undressed and sat in upholstered chairs, both of us kicking our feet up onto the edge of the bed. Together we watched and listened as our lovers pleasured each other, hearing the squishy sounds of their fingers at play, catching whiffs of musky pussy. I was even more turned on than I d been the first time Isabella shed her clothes and slipped between my sheets.
Each woman hunched her hot pussy against the other s thigh. Hands moved to breasts, and fingers nimbly stroked already stiff nipples into peaks of pure passion. They entwined sinuously, their breathy moans and gasps reflecting the intensity of their caresses. The smell of their musky, feminine aroma tinged every breath I drew, and my cock stood up straight and thick.
In moments, Isabella s body stiffened and she sucked in air deeply. Her long, trim body lasped into a series of orgasmic shudders as Sandra s hips shifted into overdrive. Just as my lover s body relaxed, Sandra s shook fiercely with her own orgasm. Her big breasts quivered, and she soon lay limp in Isabella s arms, both women sighing and smiling contentedly. It was quite an erotic sight.
Tucker and I waited for an invitation, which came moments later. We each headed for our lover, but Sandra wagged her finger like a schoolteacher at a naughty pupil, saying, No, I want to see what s been keeping Isabella so happy.
Isabella smiled and nodded at me, letting me know she approved of Sandra s idea. Tucker and I switched places.
Sandra turned me onto my back and straddled my hips. Smiling down at me as she hefted her big breasts in both hands, she said, You don t often get to see big whoppers like these swaying over you, do you?
There was no need for an answer. I reached up and caressed each perfect, pale globe. Sandra held her labia wide open and sank down on me, sliding onto my fleshy pole with little jerking motions that made her breasts quiver like jello.
I turned my head to the right and saw Tucker holding Isabella s long legs against his chest, leaning forward as he guided his cock inside her. He slipped fluidly into her, pinning her knees on either side of her breasts. As Tucker took long, deep strokes into my lover, Sandra ground her dewy pussy sensuously around the base of my cock. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on either side of my shoulders so that her big, beautiful breasts hung straight down. And as she worked her hips up and down the length of my cock, her dangling melons of flesh swayed over my face.
I once again palmed those beauties, kneading them deeply and kissing her large nipples, which made Sandra moan with pleasure. My eyes darted from her tiny body bobbing up and down on top of me to Isabella s gorgeous form tensed beneath Tucker, whose hips were rocking back and forth in rhythmic precision.
The bed squeaked and the aroma of sex filled my senses. I was surprised as hell that I felt no jealousy upon seeing Isabella with another man. On the contrary, the sight of my beautiful lover being fucked by another man was incredibly exciting.
I watched as Isabella reached between herself and Tucker and rubbed the pad of one finger over her clitoris, just like she does when it s me on top of her. From the shallowness of her breathing, I could tell she was getting close to climax with uncharacteristic speed. And on top of me, Sandra was bouncing as if she were on the verge of a climax herself. The excitement of fucking a different man, following their sizzling reunion, had obviously aroused both women to a fever pitch.
My hands moved from Sandra s chest to her hips. Her breasts bounced wildly above me, and I thrust my hips off the bed, meeting her stroke for stroke, pulling her body down hard each time I pushed up into her. Sandra s eyes closed tightly and her stomach muscles flexed. Just as I shot her wet pussy full of my seed, I heard Isabella shrieking in orgasm. As I came, I turned my head to see my lover s body shuddering with her climax. I smiled, feeling like we were all in true sexual harmony.
Within seconds, Tucker grunted and came. Now Sandra s frantic huffing and puffing turned into cries of delight as her body jerked and twitched on top of mine, her breasts slapping together with the intensity of her climax.
Tucker turned to Sandra and the two of them held each other tightly. Isabella rolled over to me and we did the same. Her body had never felt as good to me as it did right then and there.
Sandra and Tucker asked us to spend the night with them, but we declined. Back at our place, in our own bed, Isabella gave me lip smacking head, taking her time, showing the utmost patience as she gradually resuscitated me. Under normal conditions, twice a night is my limit, but these were no ordinary conditions. After seeing Isabella with Sandra, then seeing her with Tucker, I was still immensely turned on.
As a new day dawned and I slipped into my lover, I was filled with wonder at the intensity of my feelings. My emotions bubbled over and my need for Isabella was overwhelming. Because of the two previous orgasms, it took me forever to get off again and Isabella liked that just fine. My thoroughly sexual woman writhed beneath me in orgasm twice before I finally came.