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Party Dare

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It was late at night at the residence of Maya Murdock. Her parents had left for a week-long conference across the country and it was the middle of summer. Maya, who was twenty-two, feeling ever so lonely, decided to call up some friends to hang out.

Maya invited Jenny, Lucy, Amber, Patricia, Christine, and Rebecca. As Maya waited for her friends to arrive, she kicked off her socks and began reading one of her dad’s golf magazine. Less than a minute after she began reading, she threw it away, quickly discovering her hatred of golf.

Amber and Rebecca arrived first in their blue convertible. Amber and Rebecca, both of whom were about eight months older than Maya, were known to, as Maya would say, steal the show, because of their incredibly revealing outfits. They were both wearing a black bra and a blue thong that lightly exposed their butts. Maya, on the other hand, was wearing an orange blouse and jeans above her underwear.

Jenny, who was a month younger than Maya, arrived just moments later, and like Maya, she was incredibly modest, with her red dress easily reaching down to her knees, not wanting to show too much to anybody. Jenny also brought with her two bottles of wine, which she stole from her father’s liquor cabinet.

Lucy, who was a year older than Maya, followed Jenny in, but her sense of style was in-between those of Jenny and Amber. She wore just a very small tank-top, one which didn’t reach down much farther than below her boobs. However, she was wearing a pair of jeans, and was also wearing underwear. Lucy brought three bottles of tequila, which she bought from the local liquor store.

Patricia, who was six and a half months older than Maya, came in just a moment later, and on her, she had a very long skirt that went to her crotch, and then just a pair of panties to cover her clit. Patricia brought to the party a bottle of scotch, which was part of her mother’s salary, since her mother works for a brewery.

Christine, who was two months younger than Maya, was the last one to arrive, living the farthest away from Maya, and her sense of coverage was a short-sleeve shirt that reached just above her navel, which she had a ring pierced in, and a pair of shorts. However, unlike the girls, she did not wear any underwear. She also brought a bottle of vodka with her, which her father told her to get rid of, since he was entering Alcoholics Anonymous.

With everybody there, Maya asked everybody to play a game of dares. After Amber brought a bottle of John Hopkins beer to the circle of seven, Maya spun the bottle and it landed on Patricia. Maya’s first dare to Patricia was to write on her own leg, Sexy Mama. So, Patricia complied by grabbing a Sharpie marker and writing on her right leg the words Sexy Mama in big, black letters.

Next it was Amber’s turn and her spin resulted in Lucy having to perform a dare. Amber dared Lucy to rip off her tank top, and in a very proud manner, Lucy ripped it in half and threw it off. On Rebecca’s turn, Jenny had to perform the next dare, which was to eat mustard, something Jenny despised. However, Jenny had to do the dare, and she put some mustard on her tongue and swallowed it down.

It became Jenny’s turn and on her spin, she got Rebecca, and now wanting some good old fashioned vengeance, she dared Rebecca to masturbate into her panties. Rebecca then began rubbing her panties, and her pussy inside, rapidly, moaning out loud in ragged breaths. After several minutes of moaning and rubbing, her pussy unleashed a squirt of cum into her blue thong. Rebecca then opted to take her thong off and threw it into the garbage can, exposing her shaved pussy.

Now it was Lucy’s turn and she spinned the bottle with some very intense rigor and it finally landed on Christine. Lucy then dared Christine to take off her shirt. Christine was actually glad to do so and threw it off towards Lucy, exposing her very large boobies. Now it was Patricia’s turn, and her spin was very meek, and it landed on Maya. It was payback time, and Patricia dared Maya to take off her jeans. Maya reluctantly complied and off came her jeans, leaving her just in a blouse, bra, and bright yellow panties.

At last it was Christine’s turn, and her spin landed on Amber. Christine then dared Amber to throw her bra into the garbage can. Amber then got up and gracefully unstrapped her bra before putting it into the garbage can, leaving her profound boobs showing. Now two girls had no tops and one girl had no bottoms.

It was back to Maya and her next spin landed on Rebecca. Maya dared Rebecca to spend the rest of the night completely naked. Rebecca challenged and double dared Maya back to spend the night completely naked. Then Maya counter-dared by daring Amber and Christine to spend the night naked as well, as they were already partly naked. Amber then dared the other girls to spend the rest of the night naked. Christine then dared the girls to spend the next twenty-four hours naked. All seven girls accepted the bet, and then it was on.

To ensure every girl kept their word, the girls went to Maya’s empty closet, which formerly held much of her old things. Maya was up first and slipped off her orange blouse, putting it on the top shelf of the closet. Then she unhooked her green bra and untied her yellow panties, thus exposing her well-defined boobs and clean pussy. She put them also on the top shelf and stepped away.

Next it was Amber’s turn to stow away her clothes, and she put her blue thong on the same shelf as Maya. However, Patricia reminded the girls of the bra and thong in the garbage can, so Jenny then took the garbage can. She went outside and threw everything into the garbage bin. She returned in and said there would be no dare threat from the thrown-away clothing. With Amber and Maya butt naked, it was Rebecca’s turn.

Rebecca quickly unstrapped her bra and showed her medium-sized boobs to the girls and put her bra on the shelf just below that of Maya and Amber’s clothing. Now it was Jenny’s time to strip and she slowly unzippered her red dress, exposing her bright red panties and her red bra. Putting the dress on the same shelf as Rebecca’s bra, she then unstrapped her bra and slipped out of her panties, putting them on the same shelf. Now everyone could see her little tits and small boobs, as well as her hairy pussy.

Now Lucy had to take it all off, and there went her blue jeans onto the bottom-most shelf, where soon went her torn tank top, Christine’s shirt and Maya’s own jeans. Lucy then ripped off her G-string and tore off her bra, and now came out her well-developed breasts and strip of pubic hair above her pussy. Patricia soon followed Lucy by throwing her skirt above her head and onto the middle shelf of the closet. Following that was a quick drop of her panties and a tug that took off her bra.

Last came Christine, who put her shorts onto a rack in-between that of Patricia’s skirt and Lucy’s clothes. With everybody now naked, Maya pressed the lock from inside the closet and closed the door, so nobody could open it and get to any piece of clothing. The girls then all ran outside to face the swimming pool, which had an average depth of four feet and was thirty feet by ten feet.

As it was still very dark out, Lucy went inside and brought out the bottle of scotch and Christine got out the alcohol glasses. Lucy poured out a generous shot of scotch, and soon the bottle was empty. Each girl then raised a toast to a day of girl nudity and then quickly downed the scotch. In her drunken stupor, Patricia went to an equally drunk Rebecca and the two began to kiss passionately on the ground, which was gravel and stone. The two proudly showed their breasts and pussies to everyone before Patricia began oral sex on Rebecca, licking her pussy and making Rebecca go into full-orgasm mode.

The other girls then thought Patricia had a great idea and soon sex began. Jenny began to kiss Lucy’s tits while Amber began to lick Lucy’s asshole. In this threesome, the three then fell to the ground, this time in the grass, and Lucy was licking Amber’s pussy while Amber was kissing Jenny, who was fingering Lucy’s pussy. It was a long night of moaning for those three as they went aggressively in their sex.

The last matchup of the night was Maya and Christine, who first began by kissing, which then turned into the two licking at each other’s tits and boobs. They went at it even more passionately than the other girls and it lasted all through the night. At sunrise, the seven girls awoke; they were suffering some very severe hangovers from all the scotch. Maya asked how everybody was doing. They all replied that they were hungry, but doing okay otherwise.

After a quick breakfast of some wine and granola bars Maya had in the kitchen cabinet, the seven all felt they needed to shower off. They got the water sprinkler out as well as soap and conditioner. Lucy turned on the sprinkler and the girls each stood in range of the water while applying on themselves the soap on the body and conditioner on their hair. After each girl had thoroughly washed off and been cleaned, Lucy turned off the sprinkler.

To dry off, the girls decided to take a tan, lying out in the sun as part of the dare, they could not use towels, and they wanted to get rid of all the tan lines on their crotches and boobs. During the tanning period, Jenny began feeling a little horny and began rubbing herself in the clit. However, the other girls didn’t feel the same sensation to masturbate. After the girls were sufficiently dried off and some of their tan lines were gone, they felt hot.

As a result, all seven decided to jump in the pool and began splashing each other. Patricia had a nice little game planned, which was trouble ball. She set the rules, which were that each girl had to go to the deep end of the pool, which was six and a half feet and grab the ball at the bottom. Then, they had to swim with the ball in hand to the shallow end of the pool, which was a mere one and a half feet. The last person that finishes has to spend an hour with a dildo rammed up their pussy. For places two through six, they have to drink three whole shots of tequila. Nothing would happen to first place.

The game began and it quickly became a very intense race as each girl rushed to pick up their ball and return it to the other side. After about a minute, victory belonged to Jenny. Coming in second was Maya, followed by Christine, Lucy, Amber, and Patricia. Coming in last was Rebecca, who found herself with a dildo in her pussy, which started as an incredibly uncomfortable feeling, but it gradually began to grow on her, and she felt more pleasure. The other girls, sans Jenny and Rebecca, each downed their tequila shots, which certainly was a lot of alcohol in less than a day.

Then, Lucy said that she had to pee, so Maya brought her into the house and to the bathroom, and she had to keep the door open and her private parts as visible as possible. After a long squirt of urine into the toilet, Lucy got up and flushed the toilet before returning outside. The other girls were just sitting in lawn chairs and drinking the vodka, and quickly went through the entire bottle; something Christine did not think was possible.

A couple of hours later, the girls were inside and obviously buzzed from drinking more wine and tequila throughout the day, still naked. Suddenly, an alarm rang and Maya said that the twenty-four hour nudity dare was over. Everybody could now leave, but since they were all very drunk and Maya was having difficulty unlocking the closet, they all stayed until morning.

When the sun rose, the girls were all sleeping in one giant pile, having done a whole lot of loving in the night. Maya was finally able to open the closet and every girl slowly put back on their clothing, which they still had. All the girls left and thanked Maya for the wildest time of their lives. With the house still to herself for a few days, Maya decided to take her clothes off again and go tanning.

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Movie Night

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Shannon was a gorgeous, twenty-five-year-old redhead with a very sexy body. She worked out six days a week and was a very well-disciplined eater. As a result she had a great pair of toned legs, a sexy bubble-butt and a tight, trim waist. Her C-cup breasts were nice and firm and she kept her pussy completely waxed, something that her boyfriend quickly learned to appreciate. She was very much in love with her boyfriend and they talked regularly about moving in together and getting married, even though they had only been seeing each other for a few months.

Shannon was relatively new in town, so she didn’t have too many friends. Over the past couple of months she had been getting closer to one of her coworkers, Linda. Linda was a couple of years younger than Shannon and lived at home with her parents, just like Shannon. She was a beautiful blonde with healthy curves, her body certainly not as tight and toned as Shannon’s, but in no way was it less sexy. She had fairly large D-cup breasts and wide, womanly hips. She, too, had a boyfriend, although she wasn’t nearly as serious about him as Shannon was about her man.

Linda’s parents were going to be out of town for several days. While she would normally invite her boyfriend over so they could take advantage of having the house to themselves, he was out of town as well at a cousin’s wedding. After talking to Shannon, they decided to get together on the Friday night for a girls’ night. The plan was to stay up late watching movies and gossiping, with Shannon spending the night.

After watching the first movie they had rented, they started talking about their boyfriends, and also about their sex lives.

“Chris is actually really good in bed,” Shannon said. “I have an orgasm almost every time.”

“Really?” Linda said. “I’m lucky if Ian can make me cum half the time. What does Chris do that works so well?”

“For starters, he’s well hung,” Shannon explained. “I always used to believe that size didn’t matter, but when we made love the first time I found out how wrong I was.”

“I know what you mean,” Linda said. “My last boyfriend had a really big dick and it was amazing.”

“It’s not just the size, though,” Shannon replied. “He knows how to use it too. You know how most girls say that missionary doesn’t give them enough clitoral stimulation? I don’t know if it’s the angle or what, but he always manages to rub my clit just right.”

“You lucky bitch,” Linda said with a smile.

“Don’t get me wrong, he’s not perfect.”

“Oh really? How so?”

“I wish he would go down on me more often,” Shannon admitted. “I love oral sex so much. I love giving it to him, and I do that at least three or four times a week, but he hardly ever returns the favour.”

“Really? I don’t enjoy it when Ian goes down on me.”

“Maybe he’s just not that good at it,” Shannon said.

“Maybe,” Linda replied. “I guess you can’t expect a guy to know exactly how to go down on a woman.”

“Yeah, I always wondered what it would be like to have a woman go down on me.”

“Hasn’t every woman?” Linda said with a light chuckle. “I’m sure a woman would be much better at it.”

“Nothing beats a hard cock, though,” Shannon added.

“I don’t know, I’d seriously think about giving up guys if I found a woman that was good at eating pussy. Besides, there’s always strap-ons!” Both girls laughed at Linda’s comment.

“Have you ever fooled around with a girl?” Shannon asked.

“No,” Linda replied. “Have you?”

“Once,” Shannon said.

“Really? What did you do?”

“We just kissed a little bit and touched each other.”

“What was it like?” Linda asked.

“It was actually really sexy,” Shannon replied. “It just felt so erotic and taboo.” The room fell silent for a moment, then Linda leaned in and kissed Shannon. Shannon said nothing, choosing instead to return the kiss. Linda stopped for a moment, pulled back, and quickly peeled her shirt off. Her breasts were encased in a simple white bra, and Shannon watched as she now pulled off her pants as well, revealing the matching thong. Shannon reached out and started to gently caress Linda’s breasts.

“You’re right,” Linda said. “This does feel taboo.” With that comment she unhooked her bra and pulled it off, revealing her large breasts. Shannon leaned down to start kissing and sucking them as Linda started to run her hands over Shannon’s chest as well. “I wonder what Chris and Ian would think,” Linda said. She did her best to grope Shannon as she felt her lips on her breasts. Shannon then began to rub Linda’s pussy through her thong, making her moan. “See, who needs a cock?” Linda said with a smile. Shannon pulled Linda’s thong aside and started to lightly finger her pussy. She stopped to pull Linda’s thong off completely, leaving Linda completely naked while she was still fully clothed. “That feels so good,” Linda gasped as Shannon continued to finger her pussy. Shannon stopped to take off her shirt, exposing her perky tits, unencumbered by a bra, then she went back to fingering Linda’s pussy. She stopped again a minute later to pull of her pants, revealing the fact that she hadn’t worn panties either. Linda pushed her back on the couch, then bent down and began kissing all around her inner thighs and stomach. Over the course of the next few minutes she grew bolder until she finally started to lick gently at Shannon’s pussy.

The house was dead silent for the next several minutes with the exception, of course, of the moans coming from both women. Shannon was moaning the most, but Linda was clearly enjoying herself as well. She started to use her fingers as well, doing the same things to Shannon that she knew she would like to have done to her.

“Damn girl!” Shannon said. “You’re fucking good with your tongue!”

“Better than Chris’s big dick?” Linda asked.

“No comment,” Shannon said, laughing. A couple of minutes later she was holding onto Linda’s head and pulling her in, grinding her pussy against her face. “I’m so fucking wet for you!” she said. “That feels incredible!” Her orgasm was fast approaching as Linda showed off her newly-discovered skill. “Fuck!” Shannon screamed. “Oh shit yes! I’m fucking cumming! I’m cumming all over your face!” She finished cumming, then Linda sat back and spread her legs.

“I ate your pussy,” she said. “Now it’s your turn to eat mine.” Shannon got into it quite quickly, eagerly lapping at Linda’s soaking wet pussy.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” Shannon said. “It feels so right!” For nearly twenty minutes the house echoed with Linda’s cries as her pussy got fingered and eaten. Eventually she came as well, shouting loudly.

“Let’s go up to my room,” Linda said after her orgasm had subsided. Both girls got up and walked up the stairs and into Linda’s room. Linda led Shannon onto the bed that she had lost her virginity on at age eighteen, and had been fucked on by at least ten other guys since, including her current boyfriend. Their lips locked in a passionate embrace, each of them tasting their own juices off the other’s face. They pressed their bodies against each other, almost as though they were both trying to merge with the other.

“This feels so amazing!” Linda said. “You’re so fucking gorgeous!”

“I love every inch of your sexy body,” Shannon said.

“I can’t believe how wet I am! This feels so dirty!”

“Let me see how wet you are. I want to taste that pussy again.”

Linda pushed Shannon onto her back and then turned to straddle her face. She leaned forward and buried her head between Shannon’s legs as both girls started to eat each other out in a sixty-nine position. They both moaned in ecstasy as they ate each other to another orgasm, pussy juices coating each other’s face.

“I want to feel this hot little pussy against mine,” Shannon said. They positioned themselves so their legs were intertwined and moved close to each other, then they began to slowly grind their pussies into each other.

“We’re both so wet!” Linda said, noting the sloppy sound of their soaking pussies rubbing together. The got more and more turned on, grinding their pussies together harder with each passing minute. They each came quite quickly, less than a minute apart, but they continued to grind into each other. “That feels fucking amazing!” Linda moaned. “My pussy is tingling so much!” A couple of minutes later they both came again, this time only twenty or thirty seconds apart.

“I’ve never cum this hard before in my life!” Shannon said. It was only a matter of minutes before they each had a massive orgasm, topping all of the previous ones and cumming at exactly the same time. They both collapsed in post-orgasmic bliss, gasping for air for a solid couple of minutes before finally snuggling up face-to-face.

“I think,” Shannon said, brushing her fingers through Linda’s hair, “that we should make a trip to the store. A strap-on would definitely be a lot of fun to experiment with.”

“Maybe the boys would like to join us,” Linda said.

“I’m sure they would,” Shannon replied, “but I’d rather keep you all to myself.” They smiled briefly before kissing passionately once again…

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Girls Night Out

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Kim and I have been friends for a while. She’s a cute brunette in her early 20s, kind of petite and small framed. She had just broken up with her boyfriend of 2½ years and wanted to go out and really raise some hell. Well, I’m always up for some fun. Friday night – party time! I decided to invite my girlfriend Michele to go with us, though she and Kim had never met. I knew we were in for one wild evening.

I met Kim at her apartment and we took her car to collect Michele. Kim looked absolutely stunning in her mini skirt, crop-top and heels. She’s about 5’2″ and weighs maybe 110 lbs soaking wet. Her breasts are a perky 34B and her dark brown – almost black – hair is cut way short in that Roman style a lot of people are wearing. Her eyes are as dark as her hair. Gorgeous girl. I had on my favourite green silk ‘nothing’ dress – you know, spaghetti straps, very short, deep cut front and back, can’t wear a bra if you wanted to type – black silk t-back panties and a sexy pair of heels. I got to Kim’s door and I thought we were both going to drop our jaws. I know my nipples were standing at attention, and a quick hug from Kim made them try to rip through the silk of my dress.

We climbed into Kim’s car. She didn’t mind driving, besides, mine’s only a little two-seater, so the three of us would be very uncomfortable in that car. Excited about the evening, Kim and I rambled on our way to Michele’s house about how much fun we were going to have. I had a few extra plans in my head that Kim knew nothing about.

Michele answered her door wearing her black silk dress that is almost exactly like my green one. I almost came right there. We exchanged a quick kiss before I introduced her to Kim. Michele is about 5 foot 6 inches tall, 36D – 28 – 34, blond hair, beautiful blue eyes and such a kissable mouth. (BTW, I hadn’t told Michele of my dress choice for the evening.) 

After a few minutes of the “Where Should We Go” game, we first decided that Kim needed a silk dress. Since neither Michele nor I had anything that would fit her, we decided to take Kim to the store where we had purchased our dresses. It was early enough, we had plenty of time to shop. 

Once at the store, we found the perfect dress for her – exactly the same as our dresses, but in electric blue. She went in to try it on. Michele and I exchanged another kiss while standing next to the dressing room door. Kim was cooing while she was trying the dress on. She stepped out to model the dress and Michele and I agreed she should have it. “Don’t bother to get your other clothes on,” Michele smiled. “Pull the tags, you’re getting this one. Are you wearing panties?”

“Yes…” Kim answered.

“Anything special or just undies?” was my question. Without waiting for an answer, I offered “Mine are black silk t-backs – see?” and I raised the front of my dress to reveal my pantie covered mound, then turned and raised the back to show off my cute little arse. 

Not to be outdone, Michele added “I’m not wearing any” and lifted the front of her dress to show off her gorgeous blond pubes and obvious lack of tan line. I could feel my mouth water and pussy get wet looking at that beautiful sight. But Michele dropped her dress after just a flash. 

Kim smiled at the both of us then turned to Michele and said “We both need to buy some black silk t-backs,” and skipped out to the sales floor. She found the panties and picked out two pair and handed one to Michele. They made their purchases and we were on our way.

Once in the car, Kim slipped her original panties off. I caught a glimpse of her neatly trimmed black haired patch while she adjusted her new t-back. I turned to say something to Michele and saw her blond pubes disappear under her new panties. I licked my lips and blew her a kiss.

We went to a few different bars/night clubs, had a drink or two, danced some, teased some guys. The same old scene in the same old town on just another Friday night. I was out for a lot more fun than this. So were Kim and Michele. We decided to drive over to the hot spot partying part of town – “The Area”. Besides, we were certainly dressed for it.

The Area was jumping. The main street through is blocked off at either end on Friday and Saturday nights and the bars stay open until 4 am. We parked the car, paid the attendant, locked arms and skipped towards the central part of The Area. Tits bouncing, dresses flinging – we turned a few heads, both male and female. We wandered through the crowd, the electricity of fun crackled in the air. Music of all kinds poured from the open doors of some of the clubs. One doorman saw the three of us and waved us over. The music was a live Top 40 band. The doorman insisted we go inside and refused to charge us the $5 cover.

Inside we got our drinks and played with some of the boys there. You know, girl stuff. We danced some, drank a little more, teased some more guys. A few guys sitting a couple of tables over from us were just staring. Dressed the way we were, it didn’t surprise us. I was sitting across from Michele and Kim was between us. I tapped Kim on the shoulder and when she turned to face me, I planted a kiss right on her mouth. She didn’t back away, but really didn’t put herself into the kiss. She thought I was just teasing those guys. I was, some. We were out to have fun, and we were.

We left that bar and decided to go to the other end of the 8 block long strip. As we wandered through the crowd in the street, we received several approving looks from the people we passed. Some lawyer types with cigars sticking out of their faces on the balcony of an upstairs bar were shouting “Show us your tits!” Michele and I did without hesitation. Kim saw the guys’ reaction and that Michele and I were really enjoying it, so she aired her’s, too. The three of us were a sight! Me with my red hair and green dress, beautiful blond Michele in her black dress and dark haired Kim in her electric blue dress, all standing in the middle of the street exposing our tits. Like I said before, Kim’s about a 34B, but because of her small frame, they look just right on her body. Her nipples were a little erect and you could see a bit of a tan line. They were very nice.

Kim blushed and covered herself, Michele and I covered up, too. Walking away, Kim was giggling all along “I can’t believe I just did that!” Her grin was a mile wide. “I can’t believe I enjoyed it, too!”

“You’re a beautiful woman,” I said to her, cupping her breast, “and people love to see these.” I gave her breast a little squeeze.

This time it was Kim who kissed me. I kissed her back, some. I didn’t want to overdo it and attack the poor girl right there on the street. She then turned and kissed Michele. As we continued down the street through the crowd, Michele gave my arse a quick pinch and flashed me a devilish smile.

We continued through the crowd and wandered into another bar. The doorman here waved us on through without having to pay cover. It’s nice to be a woman. Once inside we noticed that there weren’t many women there. Then it hit me – just before the dancer came out on the stage. A strip bar! Sorry, ‘Gentleman’s Club’. Michele’s eyes flashed as I’m sure mine did, too. We took a table.

The waitress, who introduced herself as ‘Honey’, came over, dressed in a lime green g-string and took our order. It was obvious that this woman didn’t wear a top when she went out to tan. She was really giving Kim the eye and when she returned with our drinks, she purposely leaned right in Kim’s face. She practically pushed her nipple to Kim’s mouth. Had it been me, I would have licked it. Kim just smiled at her and thanked her for the drink. 

That’s when the dancer noticed us. She was already down to her g-string and decided she needed to hump the pole right in front of us. The audience was certainly enjoying the show and Kim’s eyes were wide open and her smile almost lit the room. The dancer stopped her humping long enough to remove her g-string which she flung right at our table. Women patrons do get noticed in a strip bar. She then rolled over a couple of times and landed right in front of Kim, giving her a perfect view of her clean shaven pussy. Michele and I shot a pleased look to each other, especially when we saw Kim lick her lips!

Kim stood up, pulled a $5 bill from her purse and walked toward the stage. The audience cheered to show their appreciation as Kim slipped the bill under the dancer’s garter. Their eyes were locked as Kim’s hand gently lifted the garter that was way up on the dancer’s thigh. The dancer’s fingers traced along Kim’s arm up to her shoulder and it looked as if she were waiting, open mouthed, for a kiss. Kim edged a little closer, but when the bill was secure, she turned back to the table, visibly flushed.

“Wow that was incredible!” She giggled when she sat back down. “I wonder if they make a lot of money, ’cause that sure looks fun.”

“Get her to show her tits in public once and suddenly she wants to be an exotic dancer,” Michele laughed.

The dancer – Faith – finished her set and stepped off the stage, still nude, and walked over to our table.

“Like the show?” she asked as she leant in between Michele and Kim. She smiled, licked her left nipple and winked at Kim. A “big hair” blonde, she’d had her tits done, there was a bit of a scar under each one, and she had a tanning bed all over tan.

“That was so hot!” giggled Kim, who had maneuvered herself to where I could see right down her dress without any problem. Her nipples were as hard as rocks. I knew mine were, too, and aching to be sucked. Kim proceeded to excitedly tell Faith about what had happened earlier on the street. As she talked, the left strap of her dress was slowly inching itself off her shoulder until it finally fell and exposed her breast to us at the table. Kim did nothing to cover herself, in fact, she turned to me and kissed me. This kiss was the one I had hoped for the first time. 

Another dancer took the stage. I was still kissing Kim, Michele smiled and reached over and cupped my tit in her warm hand. Faith put one hand to Kim and one to Michele. Kim reached up and let the other strap of her dress fall, dropping her dress into her lap. Honey returned asking if we wanted another drink before her set. She rested her hand on Kim’s shoulder and Kim’s nipples grew harder. Kim broke our kiss. I was feeling a bit light headed – and it wasn’t from the drinks. Kim patted Honey’s hand and turned down another drink.

“I’m due back on after Honey. I need to go get ready,” smiled Faith. “You guys want to come in back?”

“Sure!” answered Kim. She fixed her dress as she stood up. “Come on, you two, let’s have some FUN!” She followed behind Faith. 

It didn’t take but a second for Michele and I to get up and follow. I was already so wet I needed to do something – anything – soon. I whispered in Michele’s ear “I so want to eat her pussy.”

“I can see that,” Michele answered. “I wouldn’t mind joining in.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” I said as we got through the door. I turned and took Michele’s face in my hands and kissed her with a strong, passion filled kiss. I felt her arms close around me as our tongues danced together. Our kiss ended with an almost audible pop as we stood staring into each other’s eyes. At this point, I was more than ready to take her right here, right now. Michele and I had a short but wonderful history of having really hot sex in public places. But Kim grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the dressing room. She grabbed Michele, too, “Come on, you guys!”

Faith, Honey and one other girl with absolutely enormous tits were all getting ready for their dance sets, they were nude. Michele and I sat down on a bench and Kim propped herself on a stool. Honey was also clean shaved, but the other girl with the huge tits was letting her’s grow wild. She was next up. She was running her fingers through her thick brown bush. “Fluffing,” she smiled and slipped her garter on and walked out to get on stage.

“Do you think your boss would mind if we got out there?” Kim asked. “He wouldn’t have to pay us.”

“Can we go out there together?” I asked. 

Honey and Faith shared a kiss. “Hang on,” smiled Faith. “I’ll find out.” And she got up and left the room.

“You guys ever do this before?” asked Honey, still focused on Kim. We all shook our heads “no”. “It can be such a turn-on to have the guys watching you. Knowing they’ve got a hard cock throbbing in their pants.” She straddled a chair, giving us a clear view of her shaved pussy. “But when women are out there watching,” her hand dropped to her wet slit, “that’s when it really gets me off.” She inserted a finger into herself and smiled at Kim. 

“You guys….” Kim looked at me and Michele “……I can’t stand it anymore!” She stood and pulled her dress over her head. “I know you two are lezzies or bi or whatever – I don’t care. I’m so fucking horny right now! You’ve been coming on to me all night…….” Her voice trailed off as she dropped her panties and started masturbating right there! “…………pleeeeeaaaasssseeeeeeee……..”

Honey went behind Kim and cupped her beautiful tits. Michele and I got out of our dresses and leaned over Kim, licking her nipples. She whimpered and moaned as we touched and licked and kissed and sucked her tits. I felt one of her legs wrap around my waist and her arm hug my side and her fingers claw my back as her moans grew louder and more forceful. None of us were touching her pussy. Michele and I were sucking her tits while Honey held them and kneaded them. Her legs were wrapped around both Michele and me, her pussy was wide open, her grip with her arms and legs tightened. She was panting – trying to talk “…Please…don’t stop….. OH!…… yeeess….. plleeaaaasseeeeeeeeeee…. cummmmmmmmmmiinnnnnnnggggggggg … OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!” I’m sure some of the patrons sitting closer to the door could hear her scream. And still none of us had touched her pussy – yet.

Faith returned wearing a big smile and toting along some big burley dude. He saw what we were doing and just said “Don’t get me busted.” as he chuckled on his way back out the door.

“You want to be up next?” asked Faith. Kim’s eyes were wide open and glowing, huge grin on her face as she nodded “yes”. Faith smiled “Okay, you’re next.”

Michele quickly put her dress and panties back on. I was just going to go on out there nude, but she convinced me we’d make a better show if we actually stripped. I got dressed and Kim did, too. We quickly made a plan for our little “show”.

The music started and Kim went out first, like a model on a runway. She strolled to the end of the stage and back, lifting her dress here and there as a tease. She had her panties back on. As Kim was headed back, Michele and I walked out doing the same routine. Kim was on her way back to the front and passed between Michele and me. All the while, Bob Seeger’s “The Strut” was playing. Loud! When Kim was between Michele and me, we both turned and lifted her dress over her head. The people in the audience went nuts. We bent down and each gave her nipples a lick. Then Kim and I removed Michele’s dress and then they removed mine, all in the same way. It felt so good when they finally licked my nipples! I almost came right there. All three of us were on ‘high beams’, standing there in our matching black silk t-back panties. We danced around some, taking advantage of the two poles on the stage. A few of the guys even came up and gave us money. I was really liking this.

The DJ had a great selection, and a warped sense of humour. “The Strut” ended and went immediately into the Beatles’ “I Want You (She’s So Heavy)”. I thought Michele was going to scream. She really loves the Beatles. We started hamming it up. Our panties were removed one by one in the same manner as our dresses were. By the time the lead guitar part was playing, we were far more focused on each other, touching and feeling each other in front of a mainly male audience. I was soaked! My thighs were getting wet I was so hot. When the instrumental ending started, we were kissing and touching more. I felt a finger enter me. It felt so good I almost bit Kim’s nipple right off! She wrapped both her arms around me. I looked up and saw a very wicked look on Michele’s face. She removed her finger and sucked it deep into her mouth. I don’t know who was more excited, the audience or me.

The next song started up – a loud, rocking, guitar instrumental. We danced some more and hovered around each other. Kim whispered in my ear “If you were trying to seduce me, it worked. I want you. I want to fuck you and suck you and then I’m going to do it all with Michele.” She kissed me – hard. It was time to get off the stage.

I collected our dresses, and the money, wiggled my arse in front of a few guys and walked to the back of the stage. Michele wiggled and jiggled and stepped back next to me. Kim stood in the middle of the stage. She turned around, spreading her legs with a stomp, bent way over showing her cute arse to the audience, and stuck a finger up her drenched pussy. She removed it, turned back around, licked her finger and then waved ‘bye to the audience. She was beaming! The three of us stepped off to the back of the stage and to the back hall. The audience went crazy! 

Michele went to the dressing room to retrieve our purses while Kim and I, still nude, sucked face in the hall. Michele returned with our purses. She kissed us both, handed us our purses and dropped her dress and soaked panties in her purse. I did the same. Kim giggled “My panties are still out there! Shit! Let some guy have ’em, they’re soaked.” Then she noticed Michele and I were still nude. “Aren’t we leaving?”

“Yes,” Michele and I answered in unison.

“You’re not dressed yet,” returned Kim.

“And neither are you,” I smiled and put Kim’s dress in her purse. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and I don’t think her nipples could get any harder.

“I’m going home and having sex,” smiled Michele. “Are you two coming with me, or are you just going to do it here?”

“Here would be fun,” I smiled. “Actually, here would be a lot of fun, but home would be better.”

We each thanked Faith and told her to thank her boss for us, too, and then slipped out the back door, still nude except for our heels. We made a mad dash the two blocks to Kim’s car and piled in. I know some one saw us, as loud as we were laughing, some one had to have seen us! 

Michele was driving and Kim and I were in back, making out like high schoolers. The 20 minute drive to Michele’s house seemed to take no time at all. When we arrived, we got out of the car and went inside Michele’s house. It was 2 am and we were all horny as hell. The front door was barely closed when Kim dropped to her knees in front of me and dove her tongue deep into my soaked pussy. I screamed as I came all over her face. From then it all melted together – who’s fingers were where, who’s tongue was in which pussy…the three us just ate and fingered and sucked each other to orgasm after orgasm for what seemed like forever.

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Too Pretty To Be a Lesbian

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“But you’re too pretty to be a lesbian.” I can’t count the number of times I’ve heard that ridiculous and infuriating objection from both men and women, and I wouldn’t want to try. What’s even worse is when they follow that up with, “You’re kidding, right, Amy?”

Yes, I’m pretty. I’ll admit it. But why does that mean I’m not a lesbian? Is there some sort of cut-off point? I’m petite, but I’m not flat. I have well-defined curves all over, I’m just small and thin. I have a delicate, young-looking sort of face. I have almost-curly brown hair to my shoulders and hazel eyes. My lips are a little pouty. I’ve taken taekwondo so my arms and legs are muscle-toned. My hips roll nicely when I walk. And, yes, I look pretty damned cute in my braces.

Where in there did I pass the, “Sorry, Amy, you’re not a lesbian anymore,” point?

“Well, you mean you’re bi, right?” some will follow-up.

No, I’m not bi. I don’t hate men, but I can’t get emotionally attached to them the same way, and I’m not attracted to them. Yes, I’ve seen a penis before. Yes, it was erect. No, it didn’t stir some hidden desire inside me.

“Oh, so you’re a virgin.”

No! I’m not a virgin. I am sexually active and in a committed relationship with a wonderful woman my own age.

I will admit, though, that I’m not particularly proud of how I lost my virginity. It was a couple years ago, around the time of my 18th birthday. At the time I was dating Angie, a cheerleader for the high school basketball team. We were seniors and had been dating for a couple of years at that point, but Angie especially was committed to waiting for sex until we could be life partners.

Well, the, “You can’t be a lesbian” stuff was laid on pretty thick in high school. There was plenty of room in people’s imagination for lurid fantasies about cheerleader locker-room lesbo orgies, but the idea of a cheerleader in a committed, basically chaste lesbian relationship was not something anyone in our school could handle. In their minds, Angie and I were just close friends who liked to make believe about being lovers.

A couple weeks after I turned 18, I decided I’d had enough. I still loved Angie, but I needed the world to accept that I was a lesbian, and there was only one way I could think to do it.

I approached a girl named Danielle, a 19 year-old high school senior with an air of exotic maturity about her, as well as a reputation as, well, a dyke and a slut. It was rumored that the only reason she’d finally made it to her senior year at 19 was a dalliance with the female assistant vice principal. I didn’t know if that was true, but her reputation counted for everything.

Danielle was sitting by herself on a bench outside of school waiting for her ride when I approached her. She was attractive, but rebel enough in her look that she didn’t have to put up with people dismissing her lesbianism. She was a gorgeous native Alaskan with creamy porcelain skin of an almost caramel hue, shiny black hair, flinty brown eyes, and an incredible figure. But she also had three nose-rings and a tattoo of a marijuana leaf on the back of her right hand. In Fairbanks that meant she was allowed to be a lesbian.

“Hi, Danielle,” I said, wishing my voice weren’t so sweet and perky.

She looked at me and nodded silently. She knew well enough who I was, but she didn’t really have anything to talk about with me, as far as she knew or cared.

“I need your help,” I told her simply, wishing I’d dressed sexier.

She looked at me questioningly, but still didn’t speak.

No reason to not just say it, I decided. “I need you to take my virginity and I need the world to know about it.”

She narrowed her pretty eyes. “How romantic.”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Danielle, I’m sorry. I know this is rude, but I’m sick of no one believing I’m a lesbian. I love Angie, but I need to prove myself.”

“What, you want me to take your ass with a dildo in the gym while a bunch of people watch?”

I blushed even deeper. “Fuck you,” I finally said.

“No, fuck you,” she returned, getting up to walk you. “You’re too insensitive to be a lesbian.”

That burned, and I reeled for days. Then, on Angie’s 18th birthday, I had myself a plan.

My mom was going to be out of town on Friday night, so Angie and I made special plans for me to cook her dinner at my house. I told her to be prepared to spend the night, and while she was hesitant, I insisted that she at least be prepared to stay, even if she changed her mind later. She agreed, and the rest of the week, our hearts were aflutter and our stomachs full of butterflies.

And my spirit was still full of anger and pride. It’s almost painful to remember, but so intent was I on proving myself that I set up two hidden webcams in my house. One in the living room attached to my laptop and the other in my mom’s bedroom, attached to her computer. I even signed up an on-line site where I could post the videos, and used my own full name in screen name. I wanted there to be no doubt.

When Friday evening rolled around, I was excited and nervous all at once. I dressed in a pleated denim skirt with a light blue peasant blouse. Angie had seen my nipples once before and had been captivated by them, so I wore no bra under the lightweight top, which was loose enough that only shadows hinted at the sweet tidbits by which she was enthralled.

When Angie arrived I nearly regretted my plan, because she was such the picture of innocent beauty, but I did want to make love to her badly, and I told myself the video was inconsequential to that. A side benefit. The real point was that we would express our feelings for one another with intimate physical connection.

Angie was not your stereotypical high school cheerleader. That’s not to say she wasn’t gorgeous; she was, by anyone’s standards. But her beauty was more mature. She wasn’t heroine chic and she didn’t walk around showing off her tummy to everyone. She was a normal girl who just happened to be absolutely beautiful. Her face was round, with shining green eyes and softly turned lips, all framed by dark brown curls which hung to her chin. Her skin tanned easily, and was already olive-complected by late April. She was just about six-foot tall. Her figure was in the same proportions as mine, but the extra 10 inches translated to magnificent curves. I was especially enchanted with her thighs, of all things. I loved her in her cheer skit because it showed of her thighs so well.

That night, though, Angie looked like a 1980’s girl. She wore tight stone-washed jeans and a red-sweater of a white button-down blouse. On someone else it would have looked old and tired. On her it looked sweet and hot at the same time.

We kissed on the door step, and then we went into the kitchen so I could finish making dinner. I was preparing a pasta salad with light Italian seasoning and white meat chicken. As I set out the finished product on two plates on the breakfast table, I also got out two wine glasses and a bottle of Chablis from the fridge.

“Wine?” Angie asked with her eyebrows raised.

“Come on, it’s your birthday we’re celebrating,” I insisted. “My mom won’t find out. It’ll be fun!”

She was reluctant, but gave in, and we sat eating, drinking the wine, and chatting. It was a wonderful meal and we were having a lot of fun by the time we went to sit in the living room. Neither of us were really drinkers, so the two glasses of Chablis we each had had us pretty light-headed.

Which was, of course, part of my plan. We sat on the couch, cuddling and watching a movie. I made sure that my breast pressed against her so that she could feel my hardening nipple against her arm. I kicked off my shoes and curled my feet up under my skirt, slowing laying down so my head was in her lap. I drew her hand slowly down to my side, then after a few minutes, onto my breast.

Even through the fabric I loved the way her hand felt on my flesh, and I knew there was no turning back.

At the end of the movie, I rolled over so that I was looking up at her. I reached up, drew her face down, and we kissed deeply. Her tongue felt hungrier than usual, more exploring.

Breaking off for breath I asked softly, “Are you staying the night?”

She slid her hand up inside my blouse, firmly covering my breast. My nipple ached under her palm. Her eyes burned into mine. “Yes, my love,” she said, moving her mouth back to within an inch of mine. “Yes, my love, I’m staying the night.”

She took my upper lip between her lips and sucked gently while she fondled my breast. I slowly scooted myself up so that I was sitting on her lap to kiss her better. By that time her hand was moving all over both of my breasts.

“How does it feel to finally touch them?” I asked, kissing my way slowly from her mouth along her jaw line, down her throat.

“Like heaven,” she said, her head back, her eyes closed. Her hand didn’t slow down, but the other one slid inside the band of my skirt, caressing my ass through my panties.

“I love you,” I told her, slowly lifting her sweater off over her head, wishing it didn’t force her to momentarily stop touching me.

“I love you too,” she said, the hand on my ass now daring to just barely touch bare flesh under my panties.

“I want you,” I groaned, unbuttoning her blouse and kissing my way between her cleavage. She wore a black lacy bra, and I desperately wanted to rip it off and reveal her large breasts, but I forced my self to wait.

“I want you so bad, Amy,” she agreed.

Suddenly I slipped from her lap and knelt beside her on the couch. I began covering her tummy with kisses, running my tongue around in her belly button and just generally massaging her soft flesh with my lips and tongue. This excited her greatly and she bucked up towards me. I started to rub and squeeze her crotch through her tight blue jeans.

“God, Amy, I’m so ready for this,” she panted.

I sucked for a moment on her belly button, careful not to cut her with my braces. “You’re ready make love to your little lesbian time bomb?”

She pushed my face down towards her lap. “As long as we both explode, honey.”

I ran my tongue along the warm crotch of her jeans and then slid to the floor. I took her hand. “Let’s go,” I said simply, guiding her up the stairs. I was still fully dressed. Angie’s sweater was in the living room and her blouse was unbuttoned, showing off her impressive cleavage in the black lacy bra she had worn.

At first I led her towards my bed room, but she stopped me and motioned towards the door to my mom’s bedroom. “In there,” she said with a sweet smile. “You’ve always wanted to.”

It was true. It was kinky, and I couldn’t believe she was actually going for it, but my mom still slept in the bed in which I was conceived, and I had always fantasized about loving my virginity there. Become a woman in the same place I became a person. I didn’t fight her suggestion.

We went into my mom’s bedroom and stood in front of the mirror. I stood behind her, tiny enough that I was almost disappearing from view as I slipped the blouse off her shoulder. I lay my cheek on her back, kissing her softly and embracing her, my hands massaging her breasts through her bra. I felt her nipples respond and it thrilled me to death.

I looked in the mirror and saw that Angie was watching our reflection with a dreamy smile on her face. I kissed her between the shoulder blades as I lowered my hands to the zipper on the front of her jeans and started to lower it. As her panties were exposed they were shown to be damp, and I could smell her scent. I shuddered and took a sharp breath.

“God, I love you so much, Angie,” I groaned, sliding down to my knees behind her, dragging my open wet mouth down the length of her spine, into the elegant swoop of her lumbar curve, and as it approached her jeans, I pulled those jeans down to the floor.

Looking up at her ass hanging there in black, lacey panties was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen to that point in my life. My hands reached around to her front, feeling the wetness of her panties, and I rubbed her moistening mound through her underwear as I slowly kissed my way up from her ankle to her calf to the back of her knee, to her perfect thighs…

After satisfying my lust on the back of her thigh and rubbing her crotch to state of sloppy arousal, I stood and slowly went around to her front, slipping between her and the mirror. Animal heat in both our eyes, I kissed her and caressed her back. As our kiss went on and got deeper and more aggressive, I undid her bra in the back and stepped back to slip it off her and admire the view.

I literally gasped. “God, you’re so beautiful, Angie,” I moaned, pulling her back to me and moving my open mouth toward one breast.

“No no no,” she said, pushing me away teasingly. “You’re still fully dressed, girlfriend.”

Eager to change that I reached down to rapidly pull by peasant blouse up over my head, but Angie stopped me again. “You got to have fun with me, now it’s my turn.”

And then this tall, statuesque beauty bent over at the waist, bit down on the hem of my blouse and slowly raised it up toward my head. I lifted my arms to help her get it off me, but as she raised it with her teeth to chest level she paused in her ascent. Unable to resist, she began rubbing her cheek on my hard nipples, my top still in her mouth. She moaned with pleasure, and I took a sharp breath through clenched teeth. God, it felt so good…

Unable to draw out her own torture of me any longer, Angie took the top of the rest of the way with her hands, and unceremoniously yanked my skirt to the floor. We were now both in nothing but our soaked panties.

Angie took my hand and led me over to the bed, picked me and lay me down on. The bed was unmade and my mom had left her nightgown and yesterday’s bra and panties on it, but we didn’t stop to pick them up. We were past the point of details. As soon as I was on the bed, Angie was on top of me, and we were kissing and fondling one another. Mouths flew from mouth to throat to breast, hands caressed ass, thigh, and crotch.

We rolled around on the bed like a couple of mad women, our faces reddening, our breath getting ragged. We groaned and grunted and told each other how much we loved each other and how much we wanted each other. The fever reached a boiling point when Angie rolled me on top of her, getting me caught up in my mom’s nightgown, and pushed her finger between my panty-covered lower lips.

I screamed and kissed her a little too carelessly, my braces scratching her throat in reckless passion.

“It’s time,” I said.

“God, it’s so past time,” she countered.

We had long ago decided with what precise act we would take one another for the first time. I untangled myself from my mom’s nightgown, and turned so that I was straddling Angie’s chest, facing her toes. She slowly spread her legs, drew her feet up. My mom’s old panties were beneath her, so I threw those to the side.

Then, in unison, she lifted herself slightly off the bed and I lifted myself slightly off her. Together, at the same time, we slipped each other’s panties off, helping our lover my moving our legs however was necessary to allow the panties to come off and not break our main position.

We both uttered words of sheer marvel at one another. My pussy was neatly trimmed with a landing strip, hers untrimmed but naturally close and tidy. Maintaining our simultaneous action, we each bent ever-so-slowly inward, smelling our lover, then placing a soft kiss in the middle of her labia…

…we both let out great cries of pleasure at the sensation of feeling our lover’s intimate kiss and tasting our lover for the first time. After that it was an explosion of awkward but passionate love-making. We were inexperienced, but knew what we wanted and were learning pretty quickly what felt good to us and what made our lover cringe with pleasure.

Neither of us had ever achieved orgasm before, so it was a shock when, in the middle of lapping and tongue-fucking, our bodies suddenly clenched up on us and our muscles jerked suddenly and then released like a bursting dam. We spasmed around each other. Fluid squirted from Angie into my face. I just suddenly got very very wet around Angie’s face. And when the glorious tremors had subsided, I immediately crawled up to snuggle with her. We kissed, we caressed, we cuddled.

It was all so very passionate and so very sweet.

And I had it all on video. And, for a moment the next day when Angie left to go cheer, I thought about destroying the video. Then I thought about keeping it and just watching it myself when I wanted to masturbate. And then I ran into one of the girls at the grocery store who never believed we were lesbians. I ran home, edited the video, and posted it on Saturday evening.

On Monday, at school, I started to spread the word about the video through the rumor mill and by Thursday someone came up to me. “Hey, I’ve gotta know, Amy. That’s not really you in that video everyone’s talking about is it? I mean it’s a hot video, but you’re too pretty to be a lesbian.”

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Three Horny Girls

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Shawn was the first to arrive at the resort. She wore a short, tight red skirt that revealed her slender, caramel legs and her perfectly shaped ass. Her ample breasts nearly poured out of her low cut, sleeveless white blouse. Her red pumps were nearly eight inches tall. She checked herself in and sat down in the lobby. She began to reminisce on the conversation she had had with her two best friends the weekend before. “I can’t wait to see you guys. I can’t believe it has been two years since we have seen each other,”she had remembered telling Lisa and Renae on the phone. The girls had each landed jobs in different states right after college graduation, and hadn’t seen each other since. They were really looking forward to their week together.

“Damn, I am twenty minutes early,” thought Shawn, “I can barely wait to see my girls.” Just then, a beautiful, chocolate complexioned young woman walked through the door of the lobby. “Shit, that’s Lisa,” thought Shawn, “When did she get so fine?” Lisa was wearing tight fitting black leather black pants and a spaghetti strapped black tank with black heels. Shawn jumped from her seat to greet her friend, but to her surprise, another young woman walked through to door. “Great,” she thought, “Renae has perfect timing.”

“She looks so hot in those white stretch jeans and that blue spandex top.” The girls greeted each other in the center of the lobby, hugged and headed to find their room. They had decided to share a room, they thought it would be cheaper and more fun to bunk together.

When they entered their room, they were delighted to find a large Jacuzzi and huge king sized bed waiting for them. They decided the first thing they would do would be trying out the beautiful Jacuzzi. “I’ve got an idea,” said Shawn. “Do you girls remember how we used to skinny dip in college? We could do that now for old times sake. How ’bout it?” Lisa and Renae agreed that it might be fun so they stripped off their clothes and hopped in the Jacuzzi.

“Can I tell the two of you something,” asked Renae. She couldn’t wait for an answer, so she made her comment before the girls could reply. “You both have the sexiest tits I have ever seen,” continued Renae. “For as long as I can remember, I’ve dreamed of putting them in my mouth and teasing your nipples with my tongue.”

“I’ve always wanted to fuck both of you. I hope I haven’t offended you.” Lisa and Shawn were in shock. They had been feeling the same way about Renae and about each other. “Babygirl,” said Shawn, “the last thing I am is offended.”

“I have been wanting you and Lisa and I have been fantasizing about it.”

“Me too,” admitted Lisa. “So what’s next? We gonna fuck or what,” asked Renae.

Lisa sat on Renae’s lap facing her. She gently caressed both of Renae’s breasts and then took the swelling peeks into her mouth. Renae asked Shawn if she would come closer so that she could fondle her tits while Lisa was sucking on hers. “How about we take turns finger fucking each other,” said Shawn. “That’s a good idea,” agreed Lisa and Renae. The girls arranged themselves in a side-by-side position in the Jacuzzi so that they would have access to each others moistened, pulsating pussies. They started with one finger, then two, then three. “Oh this shit feels so good,” thought each of the girls as they fingered each other to an overwhelming orgasm. As their bodies begin to recover, they looked at each other and smiled. “That was fucking fantastic,” Lisa declared in a breathy voice. “I’m ready for more.”

The girls decided to head towards the bed so that they could have a little more fun. Renae lay on her back on the bed. Lisa and Shawn positioned themselves on top of Renae so that each girl would have a cunt to eat. Lisa was straddling Renae’s face and Shawn had her face buried in Renae’s pussy. Shawn’s ass was in Lisa’s face, giving Lisa full access to Shawn’s pussy from behind. “Damn, I never knew a pussy could be so sweet,” said Lisa, as Shawn’s juices began to run down her chin. “Oh, I think I’m gonna cum,” Shawn moaned, lifting her head from Renae’s cunt. “Oh please make me cum. Fuck me with your sweet tongue.” As soon as the words left Shawn’s mouth, all three girls experienced the most powerful climax they had ever had.

“Well,” said Shawn, ‘I want to taste Lisa’s pussy now.” The girls changed positions and this time Lisa and Shawn got in 69 position. Renae lay beside the girls on the bed and started to play with her own pussy. “Oh yeah,” moaned Renae. “Eat that pussy good girls and after you cum, I’m gonna lick the sweet juices from both of your pussies. Then I want one of you to finger fuck me in my pussy and the other one to finger fuck me in the ass.” Lisa and Shawn were thrilled about the idea, but neither of the girls lifted their heads from the wet cunts they were licking. Shawn sucked Lisa’s clit gently, then harder. Then she licked her pussy lips like a kitten lapping it’s milk form a bowl. Lisa was doing the same to Shawn, and Renae, well she was getting to know herself a little better.

The girls continued this was for a while, until all of them had had massive orgasms. Then Lisa and Shawn granted Renae her request to be finger fucked her in her pussy and ass.

Afterwards, the three were exhausted. They settled down and masturbated each other to sleep, each girl thinking of the “fun” they would have for the next week.

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Cherries

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“Let me guess,” the bartender asked, setting the glass of water in front of me. “You’re here looking for some company.”

She stared at me expectantly, a slight smile on her glossy-pink lips. I smiled ruefully at her, taking a sip of the icy liquid. “Gee, what gave me away?” I meant it sarcastically, because anyone in the bar could see what I was after, especially another woman. The little black dress gave me away, one of those sparkly knit gowns that clung to every curve, just short enough to make you appreciate a hint of thigh and wonder just how far my legs went up. Or maybe it was the heels, best described as “fuck me” pumps in glossy black patent leather. Combined with the carefully arranged hair and the makeup, I made quite a package for some lucky male to pick up. Problem was, the bar seemed devoid of lucky men, save for a few older men who knew better than to press their luck.

The bartender shrugged and proceeded to polish some glasses while talking with me. “Well, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, and I assume you’re here on business. So your partner isn’t here, and you’re looking for a little entertainment to pass a holiday that’s best not spent alone. Especially here in Las Vegas, the city of sin herself,” she laughed. I was amazed, because she really had hit my situation right on the nose. I was here to teach seminars to new real estate recruits, and was miles away from my husband. Not that being home on Valentine’s Day would have mattered anyway, because the bastard would probably be wooing his mistress on the side. Our marriage had deteriorated down to one simple fact: I wasn’t divorcing him because it would cost me too much hard-earned cash. So he played his field, and I played mine, and we basically put up with each other.

“Pretty much right,” I acknowledged, raising my water glass to her. “How’d you know?”

“Past experience,” she confided. “I was sitting in this very bar about three years ago for the same reason, and the bartender working then asked me the same thing.”

“And did you find what you were looking for?” I asked. She found this very funny, exploding in a sudden peal of laughter that had me raising my eyebrows. “Oh, I found it alright,” she grinned. “A nice little lass from the front desk took me home with her that night, and introduced me to a whole better ballgame.” I nearly choked on my water at her answer, staring at her with slight shock. This bartender really didn’t seem the lesbian stereotype. She wasn’t masculine in her features, and she didn’t seem like some of the feminist lesbians I’d known in college.

Her long reddish-blonde hair was pulled up in a loose ponytail, and her makeup was careful and elegant, not much more than a sweep of pink lip-gloss and rose-colored eyeshadow. She wore the standard bartender/waitress garb, a white button dress shirt and black slacks. The most masculine thing on her was her uniform bowtie, which sparkled with rhinestones. “Well,” I stammered, a blush rising to my cheeks. She knew her response had caught me off guard, and I struggled to regain my composure. “That’s….nice. Do you still see her often?”

“No, we went our separate ways a few months into it. Now the only person I pamper at nights is my cat, Patches.”

“I’m sorry,” I murmured. “Wish I could work up the will to do that with my husband.” She looked at me for a long moment, and I wondered what she was thinking behind those blue eyes. She moved over to the bar, and began mixing several different liquids together in a frosty glass. Coming back over, she plopped down in front of me. “Don’t worry, it’s not too strong. On the house.”

“Thanks,” I said. It smelled like limes, a heavenly scent, but before I could raise it to my lips she clapped a hand on my wrist. Her grip was warm, firm and strong. “Wait,” she smiled. “I forgot the important part.” She reached into a mini-refrigerator beneath the bar, and came up with a single whole cherry, scarlet against her white fingers. She twirled the stem between her thumb and forefinger so I could see it, then raised it up to her mouth and pressed her pink lips to the firm skin.

“For luck,” she grinned, plopping it in my drink. “Good luck with your manhunt. It’s time for my break.” Then she went in the back to fetch another bartender, and I was left alone. The drink was very good, hardly tasting of alcohol. I wondered what she’d put in it. Most of the Las Vegas men must have been elsewhere on that night, for no one even approached me as I drank. Somehow I wasn’t quite as concerned with that as I was thirty minutes previously.

Instead, I kept thinking about the bartender, and the way her pretty pink lips looked pressed against that red fruit. When I had totally drained the cup of liquid, I stared down at that round plump cherry resting on the crushed ice. I picked it up, and raised it to my mouth, biting into the flesh of the scarlet treat. It may have been my imagination, but I could have sworn I tasted the faint hint of bubblegum lip-gloss as I devoured the fruit.

My nerves were shot for the next day, Valentine’s Day. Despite whatever I tried, I couldn’t shake the thought of the pretty bartender from my mind. I’d always considered myself a straight woman, but my blood burned every time I recalled that sassy smile and the gentle kiss she’d bestowed on that cherry. Would her lips be that tender on another woman’s, or would she play the aggressive, butch type? I thought about the swell of her breasts beneath that white shirt and brought my hands up to cup my own breasts. I was a considerable B-cup, and I wondered as I caressed myself if her chest would feel as soft and round as my own.

By mid-afternoon, I’d made my decision, and hoped it wouldn’t come back to bite me in the ass. I dressed differently, emboldened by my decision to seduce this woman. I wore a black skirt this time, made of loose folds of black silky material, and a red halter that held my braless breasts for best display. On second critical glance, I painted my lips red and added a splash of perfume.

There was no need for full makeup; my cheeks were already flushed from the excitement and my eyes were made bright by the red top. I fussed with my blonde hair for a moment, then headed down to the bar. As I had hoped, she was working, and the place was crammed with couples out for a drink. Still, she managed to wave me over, clearing a seat for me in the far corner of the bar as she pushed one of the overly-drunk into leaving. “Well, don’t you look nice tonight,” She smiled. “Find what you were looking for?”

“I hope so,” I breathed, staring into her blue, blue eyes. “That is, if you’re free after you get off of work.” Her face looked surprised for a moment, and she studied me to make sure it wasn’t a joke.

Finally she gently asked, “Are you sure you want that, hon? I don’t like to be led on and let down.”

“Why don’t you come to my room and find out?” I countered. I scribbled my room number on a napkin, and then pressed my mouth to the paper, leaving her a scarlet promise there to think about. Pushing it across to her, I smiled and saw her eyes grow warm as she returned the grin. I got up and left then, leaving her with much to anticipate, feeling her eyes burning on my back as I headed out of the bar. Back in my room, I spent the next few hours nervously preparing.

I changed out of my outfit into some exquisite lingerie, intended for seducing my partner of choice. Staring at the bathroom mirror, I wondered if she’d like it. It was black lace and satin, an open-cup teddy that made my pale breasts and nipples really stand out of the open circles. The crotch had a convenient snap that let you access my most intimate regions, and the garters held up matching satiny black thigh-highs.

I wore my black pumps from the night before, which lifted my buttocks and gave me a sexy, hip-swinging walk. I felt like I was floating on a high I’d never experienced before, and had never felt more feminine than I did at that moment. Around ten, there came a soft knock at my door. I threw a robe over my pretty lingerie and went to answer it. It was she, and she stood in the hallway with a smile pasted from ear to ear, drinking in the black satin robe I wore. She carried a bucket of ice with a bottle of good champagne already chilling inside, and some gold-wrapped package that was as of yet unidentified.

“I hope you’re ready for this,” she growled softly, “because you left me so wet while I was working that I had to excuse myself off to the ladies room for a little relief.” I took the ice bucket from her, moving to set it on my room’s end table as she let herself in the room and locked the door behind her. When I turned around, I found her already standing behind me, and the smile had left her face. She tilted my chin up, being the taller by a few inches, and kissed me.

Her mouth was so sweet I thought I’d die, exploring my lips like no man had ever done, kissing me with tongue sweeps and teeth and soft lips. Her lipstick tasted like bubblegum, and I felt an arrow of pleasure spear straight to my belly, making my nether regions full and heavy and tingling with anticipation. “Jesus,” I swore when we parted for breath. “I’ve never been kissed like that before.”

“Oh, believe me, there’s much more I can’t wait to show you,” She crooned. “But first, get me out of these work clothes.” My hands came up, working the buttons on her blouse with trembling fingers. I noticed for the first time her shiny brass name badge that read “Sabrina” and murmured that name gently, rolling it over my lips. Sabrina chuckled.

“That’s right. What’s your name anyways, little flower?” I told her and she purred her approval. My undressing didn’t go as fast as she liked, and she swatted my hands away, finishing the job herself. Stepping out of the heels she wore, she made short work of the shirt and the slacks, leaving her standing in a simple white bra and thong. Her breasts were larger than mine, nearly a D-cup on sight estimation, and she wasn’t a slender girl, which turned me on greatly.

I feasted on her as she peeled away the bra, exposing those plump pale mounds with their pink pretty nipples, already hard for my mouth to lavish. Her waist tapered in, flaring out into soft hips and a belly that wasn’t rock-hard but soft and slightly pouting. Her thighs were full and muscled, her calves well shaped as she skimmed the thong down over them to pool at her feet. Sabrina bore a thatch of pubic hair the same reddish-gold shade as her hair, and it stood out in contrast to her white skin. My mouth went dry at her perfection, and I reached my palms out to cup her breasts but she stopped me.

“Robe off,” she ordered, and when I dropped it she smiled at my lingerie. “Oooh, I like that,” she moaned.

“I have a surprise for you, my valentine.” She moved over and claimed the small gold box she had plunked on the table. “Lie on the bed,” Sabrina asked, and as I lay flat on my back, she climbed on with me. I felt strangely vulnerable under her gaze, even though she was the one naked and I was the one clothed. She opened the box, and tossed the top to the hotel room floor. Inside were several dark chocolates.

Pulling one from the box, Sabrina lifted it to her lips and sunk her teeth into the sweet. She turned the half-exposed chocolate to me, and I saw the inside was hollow, filled with pureed cherries.

“Chocolate-covered cherries,” she smiled, savoring the half bite of the chocolate. “My favorite.” Taking the other half in her teeth, she bent her head and offered it to me from her mouth. Eating the treat from her full lips was erotic, the red dripping center flowing over our lips and tongues as we half-kissed, half-nibbled it down. When the flavor was gone from our mouths, she selected another, breaking it open with her fingers.

“You are my new favorite cherry,” Sabrina murmured, and I felt with surprise her hands rubbing the sticky center over my exposed nipples and breasts. When she bent her head to eat it from my flesh, I couldn’t hold back my sighs of approval. Her mouth was warm, heated as her flesh was, sucking and licking the food from my body until I was writhing under her mouth, swearing to gods I never believed in. I buried my fingers in her long hair, freeing it from her trademark ponytail to flow around her pale shoulders. The silky strands spread over the black teddy as she suckled my breasts, using three chocolates to tease and torment me until I was begging her to move lower, pushing at the top of her head. I was a waterfall between my thighs, my nether lips swollen and waiting for her kisses and caresses.

If Sabrina didn’t taste me soon, I’d die from the sweet sting of her skillful foreplay. She obliged my requests and begs, chuckling as she pulled the snaps of my teddy open. I was on fire, my breasts exposed and now my pussy, the exposure of my tender flesh wrenching a cry from my throat. Sabrina blew lightly on the dampness that clung to my pink slit, and I bucked my hips under the sensation. I needed her mouth on me, working me towards that little death that my loins craved more than anything else.

Instead, she ran a playful finger over the wet sticky evidence of my need and brought it to her lips, looking me in the eyes as she sucked it clean. A shudder ran through my body. “Sabrina, please,” I begged. “Give it to me.”

“The last cherry,” she said instead, ignoring my pleas, pulling it free from the box. Holding it up for me to see, she popped it her mouth for a moment to soften the chocolate. Then to my great surprise, she pulled it out again, and smiled. “You want this?”

“I want you…”

“You’ll have me,” she promised, and without warning, she brought the chocolate down to my sex. She ran it in circles over my hardened clit, teasing that little red marble into a panic frenzy, until I was raising my hips off the bed and nearly screaming with frustration. Sabrina snapped the coating open, and I felt the oozing center running down the outer lips of my sex and over the folds. “Oh my GOD!” I moaned, as she pushed the crumbled chocolate into my warm wet depths with two fingers. “Yummy,” she announced, and bent her head.

I felt the tickle of her hair on my thighs, but it was nothing compared to the first moment I felt her tongue on my pussy, licking away the combination of cherries and my own personal lubrication. I think I was calling her name, humping her face out of control while she cleaned me of her chocolate plaything. She spread me open with two fingers, and I felt her mouth and tongue pulling the chocolate bits from my hot slit. “Sabrina,” I whimpered, and then I felt the coil burning, urging me into the tempest of my orgasm. She felt my clit harden to bursting, knew I was going to explode from her eating me, and brought me to the edge by flicking her tongue in rapid and quick strokes over the wet button.

Before I could find my personal release, she stopped, and moved up to kiss me, letting me lick my own scent and taste from her mouth and chin. “Are you ready, little baby?” She crooned, and when I moaned she reached down and lightly pinched that little hooded bud. Feasting on my mouth as I fucked her hand, Sabrina swallowed my screams as I writhed under her, my pussy spasming again and again like a hungry mouth swallowing my pleasure. It was the hardest orgasm I’d ever felt, and it left me covered in a sheen of sweat. I was still pulsing with the aftershocks when I turned the tables, rising up and pushing her back to the rumpled covers. She was pliant, letting me explore her body with my virgin mouth, cupping her full breasts for my tongue to tease and groaning when I found the points she liked best.

“Do it,” she whispered. “Lick me.” And for the first time, I tasted another woman, delving my nose and mouth against that salty-sweet sex. I ate her with abandon, trying my best to copy the skillful strokes she had done to me, reveling in the feel of her hips rising to press tighter against my sucking mouth. She had a big pussy, engulfing most of my fingers as I plunged them in and out, sucking on her clit like a vacuum. Sabrina was beautiful when she came, her fingers fisting into the covers helplessly, every muscle in her legs and abdomen quivering with the shock of the orgasm that racked her beautiful body.

She flooded my face with her pleasure, the juices coating my face, and I felt my body reacting without being touched, felt a second orgasm screaming through my loins with all the force of a subway train hitting a wall. We drank the champagne and explored much that night, until falling asleep exhausted in each other’s arms, soft woman pressed against soft woman. I’d never been that contented, dozing against the hot weight of her breasts, waking up to claim her one last time before I relinquished her to the job she had to return to.

My husband doesn’t know, but since then I’ve made preparations to leave him. I don’t care about the money anymore. All I know is next Valentine’s Day, I know where I want to be: at Sabrina’s home, bearing a bottle of champagne and the chocolates she loves. After all, a cherry can be a girl’s best friend.

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Initiation Night

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Julie Gates was in her glory. All she’d ever wanted since she came to State College was to be a Delta. Her mother, and her grandmother, had been in the Delta sorority, and to this day it remained THE sorority to belong to. It was initiation night.

The sisterhood was tight. Secrets never left the house. Help was always seconds away if you were in a jam and professors went a little easier on the Delta girls. Life was good. Julie couldn’t wait for the ceremony, the details of which were kept a closely guarded secret. Not even her mother would discuss the ritual with her. All she knew is she would have the ceremonial robe laid out on her bed for her at 9pm that evening.

Only 4 girls were being inducted in to the house. Julie’s room mate Gina, and 2 girls that lived on the first floor of the house as well, Amy and Carlie. There were 21 sisters that would be at the ceremony, Julie and the other pledges would round out the 25 that made the house complete.

At 9 pm there was a knock on the door. Julie and Gina looked at each other anxiously.

Julie’s big sister Ashley opened the door. Big sisters took a pledge under their wing and guided them through to initiation night. Ashley said nothing, she simply laid the white robe on the bed neatly and made her exit. Gina’s big sister Donna did the same thing not 5 minutes later. The girls looked at the robes. They were beautifully laced with gold trim and the Delta insignia.

A soft noise drew the girls attention to the door. A note had been slipped underneath, folded just once. Gina picked it up and read it out loud to Julie.

“You must be in the attic wearing nothing but your ceremonial robe at 9:30pm. Your hair must be worn away from face in ponytail style. Wear no make up, perfume or jewelry. Do not be late.”

Julie drew a deep breath. “I was wondering if we were supposed to be naked under the robe.”

“Well,” Gina replied, “I’m not going naked. How will they know? It’s no ones business what I’m wearing underneath.”

With eyebrows raised Julie whispered to Gina. “I would do just as the note says. You don’t want to mess this up.”

Gina didn’t respond. She simply took off the shirt and shorts she was wearing and slid the robe on over her bra and panties. There was no way anyone was going to see her pudgy body making lumps in the robe. Gina had always been a little heavy and self conscious of anyone seeing her naked. She rarely dated just from fear of a boy making fun of her once her clothes were off.

Julie however did as instructed. Being modest, she turned away from Gina and stripped down to nothing. She loved the cool, soft feel of the silk garment covering her skin. She tied the belt loosely into a knot to keep it closed.

At 9:25 the girls headed for the attic. They met Amy and Carlie on the way, and judging from the patterns Julie could see through the silk they were also naked underneath. Carlie was very busty and her nipples showed through the fabric easily. The girls all smiled nervously at each other, but none of them spoke. They ascended the attic stairs and knocked once on the door that led into the attic proper.

Hannah, the sorority president, opened the door. There were dozens of candles lit, in varying heights and widths, it was quite lovely to see. All of the other sisters were arranged in a semi circle. There were four small bedroll type cushions on the floor. Hannah directed the four pledges to lay down on them. Once the girls were on the floor, the semicircle closed around them. They were now surrounded, circled by all of the sisters.

Hannah spoke. “We gather this evening to initiate our pledges into our sisterhood. Amy, Gina, Carlie and Julie. There will be no secrets between us, and we shall all know the true face of intimacy. You will now pledge your loyalty to the house.”

Julie had been thinking about this moment. She had never been given anything to memorize, no scouts honor so to speak. She didn’t have a clue as to what she and the other pledges were supposed to say, if anything. Luckily, Hannah continued to speak.

“There is no truer face we can show our sisters than the face of ecstasy. Having seen so deeply into each others souls, we are forever bound. Pledges, please disrobe.”

There was only silence. Julie and the 3 girls lying beside her were digesting what Hannah had been referring to. Why did they have to disrobe? Julie was proud of her body and really had no reservations being naked in front of anyone. She reached down and untied the knot on her robe. She let the silk material fall to either side of her body, exposing her small but firm breasts, and her neatly trimmed pubic hair.

Once Julie had done as told, the other 3 girls followed suit. Gina was the odd one out, laying there in her bra and panties. Gina saw Hannah’s face tense, but was not reprimanded in any way. She breathed a sigh a relief. The other girls were thin and looked fine, she did not want to be compared to them.

Hannah stood in front of Julie. “Julie, you are a much loved pledge and we welcome you as a sister. You will show us your face in orgasm, and be one of us forever.”

Hannah handed Julie a wand type vibrator.

Julie’s gut wrenched. Sure, she masturbated often, but like this? In front of her sisters? In a flash so much made sense. Now she knew why her mother could not speak of this ritual. She had done the very same thing in this very same attic.

For Julie there was no choice but to be a Delta. She closed her eyes and turned on the vibrator. At first she simply let it rest on her trimmed mound, but as the sensation grew she spread her legs apart. She let her feet touch and her legs fall open. One hand instinctively went to her breasts, where she gently rolled a nipple between her fingers. The faster she came, the faster this was over with.

She was breathing hard and moving her hips rhythmically when the orgasm surged within her. She held her eyes closed so she wouldn’t be looking anyone in the face when she was in the throws of orgasmic spasms. She let out a cry as it happened, and felt her body doing little involuntary sit ups as the waves washed over her. She rode the pleasure for a minute more, then shut off the vibrator. It was over.

All at once the sisters spoke in unison. “We welcome our new sister.”

Hannah motioned to Julie to stand. She walked to Julie and closed her robe for her. “Stand with us now in the circle of trust.”

Julie took her place as a Delta. She looked at her 3 pledge mates and found her self a little turned on thinking that now she was going to watch their faces in orgasm.

Amy was next. Hannah walked to her and handed her a rabbit type vibrator and repeated the same instruction she had given Julie.

“Amy, you are a much loved pledge and we welcome you as a sister. You will show us your face in orgasm, and be one of us forever.”

Julie saw the look of panic on Amy’s face and felt for her.

Amy took the toy from Hannah and whispered some thing. Hannah smiled and knelt down next to Amy. “I will get you started, it’s really quite easy.

Hannah assisted Amy with the controls as she had never used a toy before. Amy brought her knees up to her chest and Hannah turned on the vibrating “rabbit” part that would kiss Amy’s clit, and she activated the dildo part that would spin inside of Amy’s anxious pussy.

Hannah slowly inserted the toy into Amy’s wet hole and was pleased to feel it slide in so easily. She replaced her hand with Amy’s and stepped back to watch. Amy couldn’t believe how good this felt. The dildo was long and thick and the spinning inside of her was amazing. As she went deep the clit attachment hit the right spot and sent shivers up her spine as she responded with a gasp. She glanced around and saw several sisters touching themselves as they watched. Amy then closed her eyes and fucked herself with the rabbit in front of 22 sorority sisters.

She was having a hard time cuming with an audience. She kept fucking herself hard, legs spread wide. She used her hand as well to rub her clit, as that was how she was most used to masturbating. Try as she may, she wasn’t cuming.

Hannah could see the frustration on her face. Motioning to another sister, Hannah got down on the floor next to Amy. She and her helper each took a nipple into their mouths and began sucking gently. Amy opened her eyes and was instantly turned on by the sight and sound of these two women assisting her. Shortly after Amy grunted and let out a cry of such pleasure Hannah giggled. “Oh my God I’m cuming…..” was all Amy could muster.

Amy was brought to her feet and her robe tied. She took her place next to Julie and heard the group say, “We welcome our new sister.”

Hannah glanced at Carlie. This would be easy. Carlie already was glistening on her inner thighs and her nipples were hard as rock. She was totally shaved, and her big tits were lovely to look at. Because she was so ready and willing to please Hannah decided she would take care of Carlie herself.

Hannah said the introductory words, then she knelt between Carlie’s legs and began to lick her wet slit. Carlie couldn’t believe her luck. She had always been bi-curious, and thought Hannah was beautiful. Looking down now at Hannah’s long blonde hair and her hands holding her thighs apart was heaven.

It didn’t take 5 minutes of Hannah tonguing her pussy and asshole before Carlie was writhing on the floor in orgasm. “Lick my fucking pussy, make me cum” she cried as she arched her back and saw her sisters smiling down at her. Some of the girls standing were now naked and touching each other, not just themselves.

Hannah pulled Carlie to her feet and kissed her deeply. Carlie loved tasting herself on Hannahs sweet, full, sensual lips. Carlie took her place and heard her sisters welcome her.

Only Gina remained. Hannah had intentionally left her for last, there was going to be hell to pay. Who was this insolent bitch to show up clothed for this sacred ceremony, she thought to herself. If Gina wanted to stand in the circle, she was going work for it. Maybe even humiliate herself. She would learn to do as told quickly.

Hannah gave her short speech and told Gina to stand up. Gina did so, and Hannah quickly disrobed her.

“Why aren’t you naked?” she hissed at Gina.

Gina’s face flushed red. “I, I didn’t know…”

“Shut up” Hannah spat. “If you want to be a sister this night you will take off those grandma panties and that bra NOW.”

Gina quickly did as instructed, mortified that all of these girls could see her flab. She covered her large breasts and unshaven mound with her hands as best she could.

Hannah laughed at her. “Put your hands to your sides, girl. And bend over.”

Gina did so, panicked as to what Hannah was going to do to her. Within seconds she found out as Hannah spanked her ass, and hard. She hit her 24 times, one for each sister she had disrespected. Gina was screaming out in the end, tears of pain and humiliation rolling down her cheeks. Hannah instructed her next to get on her knees.

“You will now crawl on your knees to each pussy in this room, and lick it 5 times. Do it now!”

All robes were instantly dropped to the floor. Gina went crying to each pussy, and gave her licks. Some were so wet that by the end of 24 girls her face was dipping with cunt juice. Gina started to apologize when Hannah grabbed her by the hair savagely.

“NOW you will cum, you insolent bitch. You get no toys, no help. You will lay on that floor, spread your legs and finger yourself for as long as it takes. We’re not leaving until we see your chubby face twisted in orgasm.”

Gina couldn’t imagine how she was going to do this. Her ass hurt, her face was sticky and she was feeling an inch tall. She considered running away and never coming back. However, the prestige of being a Delta was what she wanted. She laid down on the floor and spread her legs.

She began to masturbate furiously when Hannah slapped her face. “Open your eyes!! You do not get the privilege of closing them. You will look at each face and let them see your humiliation!”

To make matters worse, Hannah drew all of the girls in close, so that Gina felt smothered. All eyes were on her as she rapidly fingered herself with her legs splayed wide open. Finally her clit responded and the orgasm came. Gina grunted and groaned, and felt her eyes roll back into her head. She lay back on the floor, spent. Hannah gave her pussy one last slap for good measure. She was allowed to take her place as a Delta. She had earned it.

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The Sauna

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Heather wiped the sweat off her damp face with a small white towel while accompanying her work out partner back to the locker room. Having been her exercise buddy for the past year, Ashley knew her well and understood her need for encouragement, thus congratulating her on a good set.

They decided that in honor of their 1 year “fitness anniversary” they would treat themselves to a private sauna followed by frozen yogurt. Affording it would be no problem of course, being that they were both extremely successful despite their ages.

The man at the counter didn’t give a second glance when they purchased the private sauna for 2 time slots. After all this was a very classy, upscale sports club and no assumptions of any kind were to be made about any guests. The funny thing was, a great number of guests did in fact enjoy “renting out” the totally private luxury saunas for hours at a time. And in all actuality everyone, both employee and guest was quite aware of the private sauna possibilities.

Heather and Ashley had no such intention however and truly were just wanting to celebrate their year of hard work together. Back in the locker room they undressed, toweled up, and headed for the match to their key: PS7 (private sauna 7). Ashley unlocked the windowless door and held it open for Heather who stepped inside, holding her towel on her body up with both hands. They found themselves in a teeny tiny entryway to yet another door, this time with a window which opened with the same key. This next room was the sauna…. a great beautiful wooden room with thick long benches attached to the walls. Ah, what a treat!! Heather made a comment about how they deserved it; her friend agreed.

With that Ashley released an enormous groan as she stretched her arms upward and outward then let them fall at her sides. Heather, feeling a little self-conscious (although enjoying the luxury of a private sauna) sat on a bench and stiffly leaned in a sitting position against a wooden paneled wall, closing her eyes. Ashley, being somewhat of an exhibitionist and determined to enjoy the privacy she had helped pay for (and wanting to make her friend feel at ease) let her towel fall to the floor. Deep down, a part of her really wanted to see Heather naked, not so much to compare to her own body, but just to see what she really looked like without all of those baggy clothes. She felt pretty sure that she had awesome legs b/c even with the baggy shorts, she could see how tan and smooth and muscular they were, at least from the lower thigh down.

Heather tried desperately not to pop her eyes open as she heard the sound of Ashley’s towel crumpling onto the wooden floor. The next sounds she heard were of her friend adjusting her body onto the wooden bench across from her and laying down followed by another relaxed moan.

Heather took this opportunity to glance sideways through slightly slit eyes over at Ashley’s incredible body. She was truly amazed. Never had she realized just how well that woman took care of herself. Her lightly bronzed skin was taut, slick, and shiny over her perfect form. Little beads of sweat hung carefully at every crevice. Her blond hair, thick and healthy hung hot and limp off the side of the bench. With her eyes closed, she was nearly the image of an angel. Wondering if perhaps, her companion was asleep, she took the opportunity to shed her own towel, but very slowly, watching cautiously, so as not to awaken her friend. She took a moment to revel in this newfound freedom, this daring, totally exposed feeling of nakedness…. nakedness in front of another person! Her body began to increase a little in temperature, and in the depth of her mind she wondered some if perhaps it wasn’t just the heat of the sauna affecting her.

Ashley felt goosebumps as the feeling hit her that she was being stared at. Knowing there was only one more person in the room, she opened her eyes very slowly not wanting to make Heather feel bad via catching her in the act. Many people, many times had stared at her body. She knew she was beautiful and she had come to accept it a long time ago.

As Ashley’s eyes began to open, Heather had a slight feeling of panic. It would be foolish to re-dawn the towel at this point b/c it would make her discomfort all too obvious and thus add an aire of immaturity to the whole situation. The last thing she wanted to do was create weirdness between her friend and confidant. So instead she placed her entire bottom on the bench and awkwardly laid down, hands on her stomach.

Finding a quick excuse for having opened her eyes Ashley recovered the shock of seeing Heather naked by turning her body over onto her stomach and saying something about how great it felt.

Her friend nodded acquiescence and replied with some sort of comment about how perhaps the sweat loss could help her lose a few pounds, following it with a short giggle. Ashley took this as her opportunity to take a slightly longer glance at her shy female friend.

“Actually” she told her looking up from the bench, “You have an incredible body.” Heather blushed, flattered yet embarrassed that her acquaintance had in fact checked her out.

Heather thanked her quietly and responded by telling her partner that in fact “she” was the one with the amazing body. Ashley laughed, to which Heather felt slightly insulted. She really had meant that and wanted her to know she was sincere, so she began listing her partner’s assets: her hair, her breasts, her arms, and her tight ass. Truly, she really did have the most incredible breasts Heather could have imagined.

Ashley hesitated at the sudden eagerness in her friend’s voice. Not knowing where it came from but wanting to keep her comfortable, she piped back in with her own admirations. Now was her chance to be completely open and honest with Heather about the body parts she had always admired on her! Heather’s eyes grew wider by the word as Ashley went into a very detailed and explicit description of what she considered to be her companion’s best assets. These included but were not limited to: her face, her red hair, her stomach, her thighs, her legs and her back… god what a beautiful, graceful, feminine back!!

Before they knew it there they were, two women standing up next to one another like teenagers and comparing body parts from head to toe. Who had the bigger breasts? Who had the best ass? Etc. Etc. It was when they got to legs that things started to feel a little different. They were in the process of laughing at themselves when Heather’s eyes locked onto Ashley’s honey-colored mound. “May I ask you a personal question?” she inquired. Ashley nodded. Heather then probed about why she shaved there and whether or not it was for sexual reasons. Her answer was straight forward and honest. She simply felt sexier that way, and liked the way it felt to touch. Heather herself hadn’t ever done it, although she had considered it. Upon explaining that, Ashley took Heather by surprise by asking if she would like to touch it. The young redhead surprised herself by coming out with a pretty eager sounding yes!

Ashley was still trying to be casual about the whole thing, but as Heather’s hand reached out and the fingertips met the short cropped hair, her breathing became a little staggered. Hearing a slight gasp from her buxom blonde friend as she felt the soft, short, silken hairs beneath her fingertips, Heather suddenly felt a twinge of excitement come over her. In fact, she realized with increased awe that she was actually feeling aroused, so much that she could hardly stand it! Never had she felt this way before!

Not wanting to lose the moment and feeling a sudden urgency to please she took an opportunity and allowed her fingertips to travel along the curves of short hair until they reached the opening of the valley. Ashley surprised her by letting her bottom fall quickly onto the bench beneath her and spreading her legs. She was getting very hot!

Not believing what she was doing but too afraid to stop, Heather took it to the next level by getting down on her knees. So many times she had wondered what it would be like. What would it feel like, taste like, to pleasure another woman this way? Could she do a good job? Now was her chance to know! Parting the hidden valley with her newly moistened fingertips she leaned forward, positioning her face in between her partner’s strong bronzed thighs. Closing her eyes, she lightly shot her tongue outward, quickly reaching pink passion. The feel of the soft, silken wetness against her tongue caused sudden droplets of her own juices to begin flowing down her inner thighs. The feeling caused her to lick more passionately, as if she were kissing a lover after a long time away.

Ashley began to moan with pleasure, her lips pressed tightly together as if savoring a delightful food item. “Mmmmmmmm.” As she continued to probe with her tongue, her hands maneuvered their way up the delicious body of her counterpart, ceasing at the lower curves of her breasts. The massaging of her delectable breasts encouraged greater amounts of thick wetness to come dribbling out between her luscious lips. As she began to manipulate and fondle the breasts more firmly, she increased the movement of her tongue and began to thrust it inside a little harder and deeper. Each flicker now brought on greater volumes of noise, filling the sound proof sauna. Sweat soaked the two beautiful women from head to toe, the slick legs of one wrapping around the neck of the other. Heather, so delighted at the increased moans and physical display of her partner, was overjoyed when suddenly her face was bathed in love liquid.

Ashley cried out at the pleasure of an extraordinary climax; had she ever felt so alive? No way would she leave things as they were now. Grabbing Heather’s arms, her face still lathered with juices, she gently pushed her backwards, moving her legs out from beneath her and lying her onto the hot wooden floor. The heat against her back and ass aroused her to greater extremes. Her fluids dripped onto the wood flowing freely. She was now way beyond the wondering stage of why she was doing this; now she just couldn’t get enough! Ashley gently inserted two fingers into the bushy, dark red entrance of her slick and moistened valley. Heather responded with a quiet, erotic “Oh.” Accepting the warm invitation, she carefully probed further and deeper, until she had only the knuckles left out. More “Ohs” followed as she began moving her fingers slowly in and out, between the satiny sheen thighs of her exotic aroused partner. She began to hasten her thrusts, and started making them harder and more forceful with all the depth she could conjure. She used her other hand to firmly caress Heather’s aching, arching body, feeling every curve, every contour, slick and wet with sweat and passion.

Knowing she could never bring her to zenith with merely two fingers, she filled in the extra space with one, then two more, filling the voluptuous red-head completely, and causing her to cry out ecstatically with pleasure. The squelching sound of most of her hand smooshing in and out brought forth a new batch of wetness from Ashley. She leaned up briefly to give Heather a long luxurious and lustful kiss and proceeded to straddle her face with her dripping potion. The crimson haired maiden graciously accepted the gift and, using both hands to grasp her thighs, eagerly ate of the forbidden fruit. Ashley continued to thrust with greater and greater force into Heather’s thick, soft, luscious depths. Leaning forward she began licking and then suckling Heather’s pink, moist love button, to which she surrendered with wild abandonment.

As the sounds of goddess-like moans grew close to an ultimate peak, Ashley knew it was time to take it all the way home. Suddenly, and without warning, she plunged, with full force her hand into Heather’s open and soaked depths. Heather cried out in shock with painful pleasure. The fulfillment rocked her inside and out; she arched her body in anxious reply. As she did, the wet warm cry at Ashley’s pink folds tightened and flexed with each curling of Heather’s tongue, which lapped furiously.

As the blond vixen’s feminine hand approached maximum thrusting speed, and the acceleration overflowed beyond all capable levels, both women closed their eyes at the sudden brightness. Their intense screams shattered around them and Ashley collapsed onto her very special sauna mate, both of them quivering in ecstasy and delight.

Breathing heavily and sweating profusely, their sweat soaked bodies warmed the hot sauna. Well into their 2nd time slot, they knew it would be time to go soon. Heather began to wonder if she should be ashamed. There they were, completely bare, and sweating. Who was going to speak first? What would they say when they did? Then, to her surprise, her golden haired companion rolled onto her side next to her, and looked into her eyes. Cupping her chin in a sticky, fragrant female hand, she brought Heather’s face up to meet hers and kissed her tenderly, longingly, lovingly.

It was then that she knew that things had only just begun between them.

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