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Not Vinnie. When my dress was unbuttoned to the waist, with one hand he undid my bra. It had happened before. Guys had gasped when they saw my tits. Yes, they were just about perfect. Those had been boys; like Tony, Vinnie was a man. Likely he'd seen lots of tits. My panties were damp.

We stood in an embrace. His hands, then his mouth was so gentle. "Lopez, they're the most beautiful tits, I've ever seen," he mumbled as his tongue did a nipple.

I don't know about you ladies, but I never tired of hearing that, especially when a man was sincere. College boys would say anything to get in my panties. Vinnie was sincere.

I let my dress fall to the floor. While he played, I rubbed my hand against his crotch. "Vinnie, if you get to play with my tits, it's only fair that I play with what's inside your pants." I found his belt buckle.

As you know, I'd done this a hundred times. Easy-peasy.

Once my hand was inside his zipper, I felt it. I was disappointed; Vinnie was wearing briefs, and there wasn't much of a bulge. I loved big cock. I liked deep throating it; I loved it stretching my pussy. No cock did that like Tony's. Then again, it was only going to be one night with Vinnie. There'd been worse; much worse.

It turned out to be the best night ever. We fell on the bed together. "As magnificent as your tits are, Lopez, you know I'm going to want more." His hand slid inside my bikinis.

I sighed, "hmmmmmm, I'd be disappointed if you didn't." I took them off and spread my legs. My pussy was all Vinnie's.

While his fingers gently explored my bare pussy, his tongue was exploring my nipples: first one then the other.

If you know nothing about me, you know that I'm not shy. "Vinnie, your tongue feels so good, but you know where it would feel better."

Those were the best words I ever uttered. Tony was a great, great pussy eater. After a weekend with Tony, Candy or I would gush about his tongue work and we'd laugh trying to guess how many orgasms Tony's tongue gave us.

Vinnie was so much better. We didn't fuck that first night. I didn't suck that first night. Vinnie just ate and ate.

If I was being eaten good, I'd beg for cock. Vinnie's tongue was magnificent, my orgasms were magnificent. I didn't want them to stop. They didn't. Vinnie didn't stop until dawn.

I was exhausted, I slept. When I awoke, I was naked, of course, I was, and I was lying on top of the bed, my legs slightly spread, my arms over my head; my tits prominently displayed.

"Lopez," Vinnie said, "you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." If my pussy wasn't still wet from my night, I would have been leaking.

"Vinnie, don't just tell me how beautiful I am, show me." Yes, I wanted more. Vinnie's tongue wasn't enough for my pussy.

His shirt was still on, as were his pants, although they were unbuckled and his zipper down. I'd never got in his pants. His tongue was that distracting.

Now, he got down to his briefs. If you recall, Tony couldn't fit into briefs, to my and Candy's everlasting gratefulness. In bed, my hand went to those briefs; there still wasn't much of a bulge.

I massaged what little there was, and I felt some movement. I slid my hand inside and it grew a little more. "Lopez, let me take these off."

My hand started to play again and Vinnie's cock continued to grow and grow and grow. I was shocked. It had to be bigger than Tony's mammoth cock.

I had to do more than just play with it. I went down on Vinnie. When I saw it, I was in awe. Longer, fatter and harder then Tony's. What's a girl to do?

If you're me, you have only one choice. I took it in my mouth; all of it, which you know I could easily do. I looked up at Vinnie. As shocked as I was when I saw his cock, he was just as shocked when he watched me deep throat his cock. I was positive no one had ever done that to him before.

I wasn't done. Up and down my lips went from his balls to his cockhead non-stop. I didn't quit until Vinnie came in my mouth. Even then I kept his cockhead in my mouth savoring the taste of his cum.

I crawled up and rested my head on his chest. Vinnie closed his eyes. "I can't decide if I like your cock in my mouth or your tongue in my pussy."

"Just think, in the last twelve hours, you've had both."

"Vinnie, when you're ready, I'm going to want your big cock in my pussy."

It wasn't until late that night that Vinnie was ready; ready to fuck me.

My God, could Vinnie fuck. That big hard cock invaded my pussy like nothing before or since. We fucked every way you could imagine. I liked it when he was on top pounding my pussy; I liked it when I was on top. Think of being on a merry-go-round going up and down on that horse, except I was going up and down on a telephone pole. Vinnie liked watching my tits bounce when I was on top. Speaking of horses, I started calling what Vinnie and Tony had in their pants their horse cocks.

Later while Vinnie slept, I wandered to the other side of Tony's mansion. I couldn't wait to tell Candy all about Vinnie.

I didn't, at least not right away. I peeked in and there was Candy sitting naked in a chair with Tony on his knees eating her pussy. She was holding Tony's head in her hands, but took a moment to look up, smiled at me and waved.

I wasn't jealous, after all I'd been eaten, fucked and still had cum breath.

The following weekend I spent with Vinnie while Lopez was happily under Tony, or on top of Tony, or on her knees for Tony or Tony was on his knees for her.

I thought for sure Lopez had exaggerated about Vinnie's skillful tongue and big cock. She wasn't exaggerating. By Sunday morning, I thought Vinnie's tongue was addicted to my pussy.

Over the next few months Lopez and I spent every weekend with them. Generally, we'd switch off, but sometimes, "Lopez, do you mind if I spend the weekend with Tony. I'm in the mood."

There was never any jealousy.

Tony, however, wanted to add more excitement. It wasn't enough to be fucking twenty-somethings.

TO BE CONTINUED

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