The Lonely Pussies Club

Donna M.

�Another meeting of the Lonely Hearts� Club comes to order.�

�Cut the shit, okay Millie,� I snapped. �We�re here to have fun, hang out together, and not BE lonely, right?� Since her divorce, Millie had lost a few pounds but hadn�t lost any of her sarcasm.

Shannon jumped in before Millie could respond. �She�s right, but it�s our pussies that are lonely and not our hearts.� She self-consciously tossed her long blond hair back and laughed, though it didn�t sound very mirthful to my ears, her super-large tits bouncing more animatedly than the laugh.

Linda seconded her with, �You got THAT right, girl. Shit, I haven�t had a good orgasm in ages. I bet my pussy has cobwebs.�

I couldn�t believe either one of them said what they did. Linda and Shannon were both gorgeous and didn�t look like 40-year-old married women, especially Linda and her lithe, petite body that I�ve seen men reduced to drooling idiots over. I think I can understand my marriage bed frustrations but these two should�ve had their husbands� undivided attention in and out of bed. My name is Donna. I hated to admit I was at least 20 pounds heavier than I was on my wedding day, most of it at my hips and ass. Having two kids can do that I guess. My husband was probably screwing around with his new bombshell assistant; I knew he wasn�t screwing me much any more. Yep, the bored, sexually frustrated wife was hanging out with three other bored and sexually frustrated women�what fun!

Where we were hanging out was the best part. When Millie divorced her rich and philandering husband, part of the settlement was this vacation house on the coast. The four of us were sitting on the back deck overlooking the roiling ocean, now partially obscured by fog, wearing bikinis and sipping various drinks. I was a white wine drinker, unlike my friends who were well into their mixed cocktails. Even with the fog, we saw wet-suited surfers trying to catch some waves.

I bet each of us in our own way was fantasizing about the surfers below, Millie more obvious than the rest of us. Linda made a comment about one man who was separate from the others, wondering aloud about his physique; from this distance he looked big and well built to me.

�Doesn�t look like one of those Spanorexics you�re always hot over,� I said.

�Huh? Spanorexics? What�s that?�

�You know what I mean. Those dark, scrawny, emaciated looking Hispanics with their scruffy goatees or little soul patches you�re always sniffing around�Spanorexics.�

�I don�t believe you actually made up a word for that, damn,� she said, and then laughed. �Yeah, he�s not one of them, at least from here.�

Just as Millie added to the conversation by commented on the unknown surfer�s body, he wiped out riding a large wave and went out of sight. We could see his board bouncing within the surf, but not him.

�He might need help, let�s go down there,� Linda shouted. Not waiting for acknowledgement she rose from her lounge chair and took off for the beach below.

Shannon looked at her as she bounded away, and said, �OK, let�s go with her. Maybe he is a hunk and we don�t want her to have all the fun.� The three of us followed Linda to the beach, powered by estrogen as much as by alarm.

The fog was thicker down by the water and for a moment I lost sight of Linda. When we got closer to the water�s edge, we came upon her, standing before a man in a black wetsuit with fancy purple trim. I could smell the pheromones yards away�she was practically leaning against him as they talked. He was a hunk, that�s for sure. Six-one, maybe six-two, with black curly hair, a square jaw, hazel eyes that twinkled even within the gloom of the fog, a muscular chest, and a narrow waist leading to a tight looking ass. Not that I noticed. As I got closer, I estimated his age downward�maybe 19 or 20 tops. Just a kid, but what a hot looking kid he was. Stop it, Donna, or you�ll wet your bikini bottoms, I thought to myself. I was old enough to be his mother, for God�s sake. Didn�t change the itch I felt between my legs. What pheromones was I emitting?

�Are you ok?� Shannon asked as she got to them. �Looked like quite a wipe-out.� God, Shannon was invading his personal space too. We must all be horny as well as a little drunk.

�Yeah, I�m ok, a little battered, and got some sand in my wetsuit, but I�ll be fine.�

Millie said, �Why don�t you take a break, come up to the house with us and have a drink, maybe get the sand out of your suit.�

I added, �We�re right over there,� pointing up to the house, which wasn�t visible through the fog. I felt silly.

He smiled and agreed, probably pondering, as any young, hot-blooded male might, the intentions of four smitten older women in bikinis. He introduced himself as Ryan. He�d been vacationing in the area and figured he had to try out the surf here, and rented a board. I didn�t know you could rent surfboards. Millie gushed that she always wanted to learn how to surf and asked Ryan if he could teach her, perhaps the next morning. He was noncommittal, still sizing us up, I thought. Back up to Millie�s beach house, we got him a beer and freshened up our own drinks. He had unzipped the top half of his wetsuit and it was now gathered at his waist. We were all ogling his broad chest�hairless, bronzed and fabulously muscled.

While we filled him in on who we were and where we lived, Ryan kept rubbing his legs. When he repeated the rubbing, I knew he was getting itchy inside his wetsuit, and hadn�t he said something about sand?

Linda was first in saying something. �You should get out of that, you know. You�d be a lot more comfortable.�

�Sorry, no can do.�

Oh-oh, no trunks under there. Mmmm.

�Sure you can,� Millie said. �You can use a towel to cover up. No need to feel shy around us.�

Ryan�s expression was cute. He smiled a wry smile, like he was imagining the possibilities while gazing at Shannon�s chest. Oh yeah�the possibilities. I still had that itch, though I knew he wouldn�t look at me like that. I was wondering where this would lead. I was sure Ryan was too.

Shannon said, �You don�t have to do anything you don�t want to do.�

�C�mon, it�s no big deal. Why don�t you get comfortable?� Millie said. I don�t think Ryan�s comfort was what Millie or any of us were truly concerned with at the moment.

Linda jumped in, �Why don�t you let me help.� Before he could reply she was on her knees in front of him, spreading the towel Millie handed her across his lap. �There you go,� she said.

�Thanks, but I�m not so sure about this,� he said, though his expression confirmed he was a bit more sure than he let on. He gulped down the last of his beer. Millie quickly got him another.

�Sure you are, scoot up.� When he reluctantly raised his butt from the chair, Linda tugged on the suit and pulled it off him.

Millie put a hand on his chest and asked, �Isn�t that better?�

�I guess it is,� he said, before sipping from his fresh beer.

He was now naked, and more fidgety, but the four horny women around him were even more so. Linda�s skin looked pink and flushed and she was breathing harder. Shannon�s breasts were heaving as she too breathed with more difficulty. Millie was almost drooling. I realized my hand was hovering over my pubic region, wet yet safely hidden within my suit. How was I breathing? I took a sip of wine and noticed my hand shaking. His legs were red from being trapped inside the sweaty wetsuit. Millie idly rubbed them like Ryan had a few minutes before.

�More comfortable now?� Millie asked, and he nodded yes, looking more nervous than he had earlier.

As he moved in the chair, both Linda and Shannon stretched to sneak a quick look at his ass. I wasn�t sure if they got a glimpse, though Millie looked him over too and declared, �See, you�re alright, nothing shows, we can�t see anything.�

Linda said suddenly, �You know girls, it�s not fair he�s the only one naked. It must be embarrassing. I bet he�d be less embarrassed if he weren�t the only one.�

As Ryan took another slug of beer and stared amusingly at Linda, she slipped off her top in one practiced motion. Her breasts looked like she was still 18 instead of 40, pointy and not sagging one iota. I wished I could say the same. Ryan obviously liked what he saw; the towel on his lap began to tent.

�You don�t mind, do you Ryan?� He swung his head back and forth. �Am I the only one?� Linda asked while looking at the rest of us.

�You know, it is kinda hot anyway,� Millie said, and her top was quickly discarded.

The towel kept rising.

When Shannon�s top came off, the towel�s �tent� was at full height. Hers were the biggest and best anyway. Oh what the hell, I took mine off too. Linda was doing a slow seductive dance�that�s what it looked like to me anyway�her breasts swaying to her inner music. She was as horny as I�ve ever seen another woman. It was palpable. Ryan�s eyes swept from one of us to the other. I didn�t want to admit it but I was as horny as Linda seemed to be. Where was this going? My eyes went back and forth between watching Millie move closer to Ryan and sneaking quick looks at the marvelously high arch of the towel, so I didn�t notice Linda had removed her bottoms before resuming her dance in front of him.

�Now isn�t this better?� Linda said, her voice more throaty than usual.

�Wow, I would say so.� He took another long sip from his beer.

Linda danced closer so he was basically looking right at her shaved pubic mound. �Aren�t you glad we came down to rescue you?�

�I don�t know about �rescue� but now that I�m here, yeah, I feel like maybe I�m dreaming, he said.� Now Millie had lost her bottoms. I was close to doing the same. Shannon simply stared at the spectacle.

Linda�s dance grew more erotic, running her hands up and down her sides before squeezing her breasts together and tweaking her nipples; they looked extremely stiff. Ryan was staring at her tight little body, blinking and squirming in his chair, his breathing about as ragged as mine. She was the snake charmer and he, or his cock to be more specific, was the snake. She reached down and plucked the towel away before he could grasp it to keep it on his lap. With only a small moan, she mounted him there in the chair and impaled herself on his cock. She sunk right down on top of him, his splendid looking cock disappearing into her willing and obviously well-lubricated pussy.

This was unbelievable, seeing Linda begin to fuck him right out here in the open in front of us. Shannon shook her head and wordlessly got up and walked away, though I saw she was as hot and flushed as I was.

Linda furiously bounced on his thick hardness and it was over soon after it began. Ryan groaned and Linda wailed loudly as they came. However, it wasn�t really over, as Millie pulled both of them to the floor and insinuated herself into the flesh pile. �I gotta get some of this,� she moaned.

Ryan murmured, �Oh God!� He was still hard, and he got right into Millie. He started fucking her as hard as Linda had fucked him. While Ryan pounded and Millie sang �Ugh�ugh�ugh�� at every thrust, Linda played with his fine ass and balls. Millie screamed soon thereafter.

And I was next. Oh no, I can�t said the voice in my head.

I almost had my bottoms off, having pulled them down to thigh level, before I listened to the sane voice and pulled them hurriedly back up and walked away. Of course who was to say which inner voice was the �sane� one. My pussy ached, my clit was probably vibrating and I just walked away from a young stallion who would do me better than I�ve been done in years.

I walked toward Shannon�s bedroom looking for someone to commiserate with, or at least help me rationalize my decision. She was sitting in a corner chair sipping her drink as I entered. Even in this room I heard the pounding noise that signaled Ryan was still �up� and banging one of my friends.

Shannon looked distressed, she too having to listen to what was happening. �Damn, Donna, I thought you were going to join in for sure, you sure looked horny enough.�

�I was so fuckin� close, believe me. I heard a voice in my head say �You�re a married woman and he�s just a kid.� Damn those inner voices, I really do need it.�

Shannon gulped the rest of her drink before pointing to the bed and inviting me to sit. �I guess we�re still in the Lonely Pussies Club. Those two will fuck his brains out and we�ll sit here and be sensible and frustrated like hell. I need another drink.� We went to fill glasses and returned to her bedroom, two topless, horny women listening to the sounds of hot sex reverberating through the house. Another scream�Linda cumming again. Ryan was still going strong I guessed.

�Why do we put up with it?� Shannon got up from the chair and came to sit beside me on the bed. �I mean, why do we put up with unfaithful husbands who don�t give us what we need while we dutifully stay faithful ourselves? Are we nuts?�

What was I to say? I probably should be out in the other room riding Ryan�s wonderfully thick cock while he still could keep it up. My pussy squished as I moved I was so fucking wet. And here I was. I looked at Shannon and said, �What do you suggest, dear friend? Do we go back out there? Do we look for some studs to fuck on the side? Do we go home and swap husbands? God, I�m so damned horny!�

Shannon put her arm around me and gave me a hug. �I am too, hon.� My eyes met hers and I saw it.

�It� was maybe confirmation of the rumors I�d heard: though she was married, Shannon supposedly had an on-again, off-again lesbian affair with another friend of mine, a woman named Debbie, at least that was the buzz. The buzz took on a new meaning when she reached over with her free hand and cupped my breast.

I whispered, �Don�t��

She leaned closer herself and whispered, �Ssssh, I know what you need, and I�ll take care of it, sweetheart.�

God, she was going to kiss me! Part of me abhorred the thought, yet another part, knowing how lovely and sensual a woman she was, was primed and ready. Maybe I had been thinking about this all along, since I first heard the rumors. In my mind I�d just been �rejected� by Ryan. He didn�t look at me invitingly as he had with Linda, Millie and Shannon. I remember feeling the same way when I heard folks talk of Shannon and Debbie. Why had Shannon picked her? I was better looking. I needed it more�that �need� left undefined as well as unfulfilled.

We inevitably kissed. It started out soft and tentative. Soon, our lips were as united as our heaving breasts were. We were locked. Tongues flitted into willing mouths. Nipples touched nipples and hardened. We fell back onto the bed and kept kissing.

Goddamn, I was breathless and she was too. She whispered, �Oh Donna, I wished�I hoped�you would let me�but I was afraid��

�You wanted me? And you thought I would push you away?� I said softly, my hand palming one of her magnificent breasts. �You�re the most beautiful woman I know, why would I reject you?�

�But you�re not��

�Lesbian, or Bi? Maybe not, but we just kissed, and I feel better than I�ve felt in months, dammit.�

�Donna, oh Donna, I need you!� With that said, we went back to kissing, and oh what an exquisite kiss it was. I absently searched back through memories and I couldn�t remember any man who�d ever kissed me like she was now. Lying next to her, I caressed her beautiful breasts as her fingers explored beneath my bikini bottoms. When she discovered how extremely wet I was, she moaned.

I loved her nipples. Large areolas centered with steely hard nipples that I could tell were sensitive as she writhed from my touch. I loved the rest of her too. Over forty, she couldn�t be any heavier than she had been at eighteen. She had the flawless skin and natural blond hair to solicit any woman�s envy. I was about to have a beautiful woman�my friend�make love to me. She coaxed me onto my back and proceeded to kiss me the length of my body, first at my breasts before moving down my stomach. She slipped my bottoms off easily. My legs spread for her.

Shannon whispered, �You should shave. You know, you�re so full and beautiful down here.�

Shave? She meant my pubic hair, of course, but I did trim it for my bikini. She meant shave it all off. I would do it for her, I promised myself, if for no one else.

She ate me like no one else had. She was only the second female in my life to taste me. Jill and I had been twelve and thus Jill wasn�t as proficient as Shannon. Shannon�s tongue was a sword that cut me to pieces. I squirmed. I arched my back. I willed her tongue deeper. I begged her to suck my clit. I begged her to suck my pussy dry. My begging turned to whimpering as she did just what I asked.

�Oh yes, Shan�oh yes�OH YES!� I screamed. She licked and sucked harder. She would not let this moment be anything but heaven.

�I THINK I�M��

I was cumming, but couldn�t utter the word that would finish my thought. The convulsion began at my clit, where Shannon was earnestly nibbling, traveled up my spine and wrapped its tentacles around my torso and squeezed. I felt my vagina spasm; funny feeling that spasm and not have something inside me to spasm around.

Shannon moaned, probably feeling the convulsions, and maybe getting her mouth a little wetter from my climaxing pussy juices.

It was the orgasm I�d waited a long time for.

Within the foggy mist of my post-orgasmic brain, I imagined that now it was my turn to pleasure Shannon, however she wasn�t done with me. Her mouth and hands were everywhere and I felt it building again. As if far away, I heard a rhythmic pounding and Millie screaming. Ryan must be robo-stud to keep going like that. Would fucking him have been better than how I felt now?

Oh�Oh�OH�OH�Oooooooooooooooooh Shannonnnnnnnnnn!� It was my turn to cry my new orgasm, this one so much more bone shaking than the one only moments ago.

The way she looked at me�just her gaze�brought me an aftershock, keeping my climax going and making me whimper once again. She looked satisfied, and maybe proud to have made me cum like that. Could I be so proud?

I made love to a woman for the first time. I pulled on the ties and slipped off her soaking wet bikini bottoms. Trying not to mimic what she�d done to me, I nevertheless used my mouth and hands on every lovely inch of her. I snuggled against, caressed and kissed her beautiful breasts. I�ve always envied them so I wasn�t going to skimp on worshipping them now. I studied every curve of her body as a blind person reads Braille. I tongued her clit until it stood tall and arrogant. I nibbled and sucked on it until she arched her back and rewarded me with a yelp and a flood.

With her juices still on my lips, I moved up and kissed her. It was a long, deep and immensely satisfying kiss. Without saying anything, we lay together, and soon I was spooned behind her and absently kissing the nape of her neck. I thought maybe she�d contentedly fallen asleep. Why hadn�t I done this earlier?

A corner of my conscious mind registered a voice saying, �Omigod, THAT�s what they�ve been doing. Look at this!�

Was it a dream or did I really hear Linda speaking?

Shannon awoke, and after a moment�s hesitation, said, �I think we had great time while you two fucked the kid�s cock off.�

That solicited a laugh from the four of us, me and Shannon naked on the bed, and Millie and Linda standing naked in the bedroom doorway.

Millie said, �You know, Ryan kept asking about the two of you, at least while he wasn�t out of breath, ha-ha�

�Yeah, I really do think he wanted a fivesome. Damned almost made me jealous,� Linda added.

�He�s gonna come back tomorrow and teach me how to surf,� Millie said. �I�m sure the hunk will be ready for round two. You girls up for it?�

Shannon said, �No, I�m OK.� She looked at me as she ran her hand leisurely over my hip. �You, Donna?�

Maybe I would offer my awakened pussy to Ryan. Lord, did I know now what he�d do to me. I imagined his cock ramming me deep. Then I imagined Shannon�s tongue licking my clit, and I wasn�t so sure. The girls were waiting impatiently for my answer. Mmm, what should I do? When they figured out I wasn�t going to answer, Linda yelled �pussy pile� and her and Millie jumped onto the bed with us, and the tickling and teasing began.

At least for today, the Lonely Pussies Club meeting was adjourned.

Donna

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