"All Cats Are Grey ... Aren't They?"

by Julius
Copyright 2003



Peter and Pam were young, not yet totalling fifty years. They were sweet and not a little naive.

Mike and Mary were ten or so years their senior. All four had a pleasant buzz on, enough food and rather too much wine with dinner. Friends and near neighbours, the monthly suppers and spirited discussions that followed had become a fairly regular, monthly event.

The supper dishes were washed. The four of them sat talking and laughing, each with a full glass. The subject moved, as so often happens, to sex. But for this quartet, it hadn't got quite so frank and open before. Blame it on the wine, maybe blame it on Peter's remark, "I don't really think a man can tell one woman from another with his eyes shut."

Mike agreed, simply to spark the girls the way he thought it might. Mary thought he was teasing but shot back, "You mean you can't recognise ME with your eyes closed!" She feigned anger and left it to Peter and Pam to run with the ball.

The argument went back and forth and of course it was Peter who took the conversation to the next level when he said, "I imagine it's the same with women, all men are the same." This last comment seemed to have stronger sexual implications and Pam and Mary exchanged glances that the menfolk missed.

A week earlier the two girls had had an evening together that had seen a lot of vodka and a little orange juice disappear. Mary had boasted of Mike's equipment and Pam had scoffed. Pam was quite certain all men were very much average and talk of 'big, bigger, biggest' was just silly boasting. Mary knew different and had just shrugged and smiled. A very happy smile but Pam had chosen to ignore it. But now the remark slid back into her mind. As she looked at Mary, the latter gave her a slow wink.

The glasses were refilled. The conversation bounded along with vigour, each party adding their thoughts on how to test this theory.

"They'd both need the same perfume," from Peter.

"Lights out and blindfolded," said Pam.

"Gloves too," this from Mary.

And so on and so on until suddenly they were on the brink of trying out all the ideas. But nobody seemed to want to be the one to actually commit them.

Another bottle was opened.

Suddenly Pam blurted, "Let's try, I'm game if you guys are!" She giggled and blushed.

Couples exchanged glances. Mary looked at Pam and Pam read that look as, 'Now young lady, you might find out for sure.'

Half an hour later the two girls were in Mike and Mary's bedroom, naked and freshly showered and laughing about their woolen mittens. They were wearing too much of some awful perfume Mary had got for Christmas from her mother. They blindfolded each other and turned out the lights. All they could do then was to sit side by side on the bed and wait forthe guys.

Peter and Mike had showered in the bathroom in the basement and now stood, feeling very self conscious, in the living room. It's an odd fact but true, that women feel a lot more comfortable naked in each other'spresennce than do men. But the wine had mellowed them and the prospect of the experiment was heady stuff for these two guys. Both wore the same cologne. Then they blindfolded themselves. They perhaps looked a little foolish, each wearing just a pair of Mike's gloves and the scarves around their heads.

"You ladies ready?" Peter called trying to sound more at ease than he felt.

A voice from the bedroom answered 'Yes!'

Mike called, "Ready or not here we come."

"Last door on the left Peter, follow me. Not too closely please." Mike felt his way slowly down the passageway to the bedroom.

They'd tossed a coin and Peter had won and had elected to be first. When they entered the bedroom Mike simply moved to the side and stood leaning against the wall, waiting. Peter went in after him and closed the door. The total darkness surprised him but ensured that he really couldn't see.

He advanced slowly into the room. His first contact was his bare hip against flesh. His gloved hands felt around and soon told him she was standing bent over with her back towards him. She must have been been resting her hands on the foot of the bed. Suddenly it hit him, here was Pam or maybe Mary bent over ready and waiting for him.

Peter had worried that he'd never get hard but the feel of that soft ass under his hands worked its clever magic and his cock reared into a very satisfactory erection.

They'd agreed that silence was essential if this experiment was to work. It was going to be difficult to do this in complete silence. He imagined them all sitting around after this was over, proving his theoryand wondering who'd done who. Would it really work out that way?

He caressed the ass in front of him. Pam? He thought so. It felt right but then, Mary and Pam were very similar in build. How could he really tell?

The gloves told him little save that the ass was soft and warm and sweetly rounded. The perfume was heavy and too sweet, no clue there. He wondered if Mary's pussy would really feel the same as Pam's and he bent his hardness down and slid it between the waitingthighs. A soft gasp from "her" told him nothing. Firm fingers that felt strange. 'They'll be wearinggloves too!' took his cock and guided it. Her pussyfelt slick and ready and he slid in with glorious ease. God! but that felt good! He grabbed her hips and slowly drove himself in until his belly was against those soft buttocks. She squirmed against him and he felt vagina walls clench and hold him. This was incredible! Mary? Pam's pussy had never milked at him quite like this. But wouldn't they both be trying to be different from themsleves?

Peter leaned over her and reached around finding breasts that swung heavily. Mary's or Pam's? He cupped them, weighed them, remembering Pam bent over their sink some weeks ago. These nipples were hard throughthe thin leather of the gloves. He squeezed, a littletoo hard. She squirmed against him doing beautifulthings to his buried cock. Big nipples, Pam sized nipples? Still unsure he began thrusting. A week sincehe'd last come, he couldn't last long he knew. He pretended that it was Mary. He'd pretend both girls were Mary. Mary the blonde, Mary who seldom bothered when her short skirts worked up, Mary whose bra always seemed too small, Mary who filled her clothes line with outrageous underwear. Let this be Mary ... let them both be Mary! Before Peter knew it he was breathing loudly through gritted teeth.

She suddenly squirmed away and his straining stiffness was out of her and it slapped loudly against his belly. He felt and heard the blind clumsiness in the darkness as the girls changed places in front of him,then the near silence, broken only by his heavybreathing. He reached out, there was another sweet ass for his hands.

Again he bent his cock down and again fingers guided him into hot wetness. 'Crazy!' he thought. He could feel no difference, was she tighter or softer, wetter or hotter? At least he'd been right, a guy couldn't tell! This time the arousal was awful in its intensity. The forced withdrawal of minutes ago and the knowledge that he was in a fresh pussy did incredible things to his chemistry. He stood, buried balls deep in her, feeling his thudding heart making its echo in his rigid penis. She, Pam or Mary? His hormone flushed brain finally decided they were both Mary.

Another spasming pussy was trying to spur him to action. He wanted to reach down and around to feel these breasts but his body was in no state for playing now. Incredible! He was going to come, just standing there, such was his arousal. He grabbed for her hips and in a few heartbeats slammed into her. Both kept their vow of silence and there was only rasping breath and slapping flesh. Her arousal must have matched his, they came as one. Spurt after spurt until he simply slammed against her one last time and clung there,motionless, savouring her contractions around his cock.

The room lightened through the blindfold for a few moments then Mike heard the door beside close behind Peter. The bathroom door across the bedroom then opened and closed. Whichever of the ladies had beenPeter's second partner had gone to clean up, or so he assumed. That was the way it had been planned he remembered. Mike was left alone for now with the'other one.' The sounds of the action, the knowledgeof what was to come had got him exquisitely aroused and he was very aware of the erection waving in front of him. A hand touched his arm and he wondered who she was. She found his hand and took it to her breast. Mary's breast? It felt like her, an aroused nipple, so easy to feel through the thin leather of the glove. Could she be as aroused as he was? He doubted that was possible. But she'd broken off her coupling with Peter before they could finish ... maybe she was as eager as he!

He stood behind her. Was it Pam or Mary now bent over the end of the bed? He bent down the throbbing thing that was his cock and eased himself forward. God but she was wet and hot and welcoming. The head of his cock nuzzled her, found the soft yield of her and he thrust into her. She gasped, a mix of delight and disbelief and perhaps, pain. He thrust further and her words, "Oh! Dear Sweet Jesus!!" told Mike who she was!

Pam was in no doubt either. Mary hadn't lied! Nervously desperate for the next inches, she bent over further, breasts pressing onto the bed, her ass perked high. Offering, begging for it. How big was he? She didn't care, just didn't care. She waited, pussy aquiver!

In the living room Peter poured himself the last of the wine,"Yessir, they're all the same!" and raised his glass in the direction of the bedroom.