The nipples were like buttons. They were a very dark pink, almost brown, as were the little circles of flesh surrounding each nipple. I forget what those little circles are called. Hers were the size of quarters, twenty-five cent pieces. If you want to know, for comparison, mine are a little wider than dimes.
Samantha pulled the dress off. Her tits were bare, but the rest of her wasn't. She was dressed in beautiful lingerie.
It was as white as her dress. A frilly white garter belt was around her waist. It had lacey ruffles which fell like lace doilies on her bronze hips.
Her long legs were covered with white stockings, skin-tight and without wrinkles.
Over the fat garters of the belt she wore a pair of white satin panties.
Those panties were really small! All they were was two small white triangles, one covering (barely!) her pussy, and the other one covering even less of her ass.
"Oh, so beautiful!" I rubbed her thighs over the stocking tops.
She sat down on the couch and I joined her. We kissed. She rubbed my titties and stroked my pussy.
She took her mouth off mine. The taste of her was sweet on my tongue. I wanted to fill my mouth with her tits, with her pussy.
I asked her softly and sweetly if I could kiss her. She said yes. I rubbed my face against her tits, trying to bury myself in them.
Her nipples were stiff and they throbbed hard. I kissed both of them, and each time I pressed my lips to them, they throbbed.
I took a nipple inside my lips and sucked it. I held the nipple with my lips and ran my tongue across it – Samantha liked that.
She let me suck for a while. Then she eased my mouth off her and put her hands on my shoulders and put me on my back on the couch.
She spread my legs. One of them hung off the end of the couch, but my foot wasn't touching the floor. She put her head down there.
She rubbed her face against the insides of my thighs, and against my pussy. Then she stroked my pussy lips with her lips.
I was turned on and making all kinds of little excited moans.
She kissed my pussy up and down. Then she stuck out her tongue. I was so turned on that I thought I might fall off the couch.
She rolled her tongue up and down my pussy and got it all wet with her saliva.
The clicking of the camera was real close now. Dr. Dale knelt on the floor by the couch, the camera hiding his face as he took some real close shots.
Samantha put her tongue inside me. I was moaning and she held my hips and pushed them down into the cushions.
She put her open lips on my pussy lips and she shoved her tongue back and forth, in and out, licking the walls of my pussy.
She loved the taste and lapped down the juices and came back for more. And there were plenty more, since they just kept oozing out of my pussy.
She drew her tongue out of my slit, then shoved it up to the top and pressed my clitoris with it and licked it and really drove me wild.
I was crying like a little girl, crying with pleasure, and crying with Samantha not to stop doing what she was doing.
She tongued my clit and made me come. I shook and squealed and she held me down. She took her tongue off my pussy when I came.
After I finished coming, I was all hot and wet and melting inside my slit. I lay there on the couch and I could hardly see straight.
Samantha and Dr. Dale reached for me and hands were all over me, lifting me off the couch and on to my feet.
The sunlight was warm, shining through the window on my naked body. The garden and yard were fenced in with thick, waist-high bushes which were just like a wall, so nobody could see in through them and see what was going on in the living room.
Besides, in this ritzy neighborhood, the houses were not crammed so close together that one neighbor's nose was up his next-door neighbor's ass, like it is in my neighborhood.
But we were going out of the neighborhood of the living room now, and heading down the wide hall for the bedroom which lay at the end of it.
Dr. Dale and Samantha stood me up and felt me up as they walked me down the hall. I stood between them as we walked.
Each had their arm around me. Their legs brushed mine as we went to the bedroom.
Dr. Dale's pants flapped against my bare leg, while Samantha's stockinged leg rustled and slid along my other leg.
Into the bedroom we went. It was just as beautiful as the rest of the house, with a massive bed with an antique brass frame.
They took me to that bed. I stood and leaned against Dr. Dale. He put his hand on my bottom and rubbed it and rubbed the backs of my thighs.
Samantha pulled down the sheets and blankets to the foot of the bed, where they would be out of the way.
I got into bed. It felt good to lay my hot little body down on the cool smooth sheets. They smelled sweet – I wondered if Samantha's body scent had gotten on them.
Samantha undressed her man. Dr. Dale's penis was stiff in his pants. She took hold of it, squeezing and rubbing it through the pants.
He pulled off his sports shirt. Samantha rubbed his bare chest and kissed his nipples. He kicked off his shoes.
She felt his cock and balls while she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. She reached into his shorts and played with his stiff cock.
I lay on the bed on my side, with my thighs closed, pressing them against my pussy lips, which were all sensitive from the orgasm I had just had.
Dr. Dale was naked now. His thing stood out from his hips. Samantha squeezed and stroked it. He hugged and kissed her.
He pressed his front against her front. His cock stood up straight and got pressed between his flesh and hers.
He took hold of her panties and pulled them down. He stepped back from her. The panties were at the tops of her thighs.
Her bush was thick and dark and neat. Her pussy lips were dark and dusky brown, a lighter shade than her nipples.
In addition to the white garter belt and stockings, there was another white band on her hips, the white triangle which covered her ass cheeks and her pussy, the outline of whatever bikini bathing suit bottom she had worn while sunning.
She got into bed on one side of me. Dr. Dale got in on the other side of me. I was the tender filling in a sandwich of flesh.
They kissed, licked, touched me. I shyly rubbed Dr. Dale. Samantha took hold of my hand and put it on his penis and pressed it there.
His thing was stiff and swollen. It got hotter as I played with it.
Samantha stretched out on her back. Dr. Dale guided me to her. She spread her stockinged legs and I got between them.
I knelt and lowered my head to her crotch. There was the white garter belt, with its big lacey ruffles. There were the garters, all fat and frilly and running down the sides of her hips. There were her stockings, white and sleek.
Then there was her flesh, with a band of copper colored skin suddenly changing into milky white, showing the line where the bikini began and ended.
And there was her pussy…
Down I went to it. She was hot and wet and the smell of her sex was thick and musky and filled me when I put my face to her.
I love the smell of pussy and I filled my nose with it. Her bush was soft and downy and very dark.
I put my lips on her pussy lips. They were thick and full. I kissed them.
After a while, she moaned and moved under me. I touched my tongue to her and rubbed all over her pussy with it. She moved more.
She sighed and put her hand on my head and pressed my face down into her pussy. The lips opened, and her pussy membranes touched me.
They were wet, hot, slippery. I stuck my tongue inside her.
The juices tingled on my tongue. She tasted thick and rich. I licked and lapped and swallowed. Juices wet my face.
I put my tongue to her clitoris. My clitoris was a pearl, while hers was the size and shape of a marble, a throbbing pink marble of flesh.