What A Night

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I left the movie theater still laughing, laughing so much my sides hurt, tears were streaming down my face and I was getting hoarse. I had laughed through the entire movie, sometimes howling and sometimes just chuckling. It was the best movie I had seen in a long time.

I was hungry and figured the night was young, so I went over to the IHOP down the road a bit. The parking lot was getting full and it seemed that quite a few others from the movie had converged to this spot, as it is open late into the night. I was a little embarrassed that I was alone, since most of the crowd waiting to be seated were in groups of at least 3 or more.

As I was waiting I couldn’t help but stare at the hunk standing in front of me. He was skin was tan, his hands strong, his ass tight, with tiger eyes and dark brown, almost black hair. He had a wonderful smile that flashed perfect pearlie-whites. His voice was deep, not Barry White deep, but a sexy-deep that got my juices flowing. I guess it didn’t help that the movie I had just seen was full of sexual innuendoes and that sex was on my brain. I hadn’t gotten laid in a while, since Joe and I had broken up a month ago. Masturbating was cool if it was the only thing available, but I was getting tired of my toy collection. I needed some meat that was attached to a living breathing man!

Back to this guy in front of me. It looked like he must work out or has a job that keeps him buff. He has strong looking hands and with a short sleeved shirt on I could see the muscle definition in his arms. Gawd! I’d love to feel them around me. Well, a table for me cleared up before a table for him and his buddies, so I sat down and figured out what I wanted to order. Once that was done I concentrate on trying to make eye contact with the hunk. Joe had gotten me into some “bad” habits– one of which was to not wear any panties under my skirts. I had a short skirt on today and I was feeling a little moist since I had been checking out the stud. I sipped on my water while waiting for my food and saw the group of guys being led to a table near me. If only he would sit so he could see my legs and I could make eye contact with him!

As luck would have it, tonight was going to be a good night after all! He wound up sitting so that all he had to do was look straight across the table he was at to look at me. Granted there was one of his pals sitting in his line of view, but I could fix that by moving slightly to my left at the table I was at. I did this when my food was brought to me, moving my chair rather than pushing my plate over. Very subtle if you ask me.

Well, as I was lifting my link sausage to my mouth in the most sexy of ways I caught his eye. I managed to smile and wink before I blushed and had to look away. I’ve never been shy in my entire life and couldn’t figure out why I was now! Maybe because I was pursuing him in a major way instead of the other way around. Whatever it was, I had better get over it and quick!

I looked up and caught his eye again and began uncrossing my legs. I subtly pointed my finger down to my lap, hoping he would get the drift to look down. I licked my lips in the most erotic way and closed my eyes, my head tilted back. Then I behaved for a short while, but just couldn’t keep the little innocent image up. I had ordered milk to go with my omelet, so when I took a sip I accidentally let a little dribble down my chin. I gasped and giggled as I caught it with my finger, then sucked my finger into my mouth. I hoped he was getting as hot and horny as I was or I’d be frantically finger-fucking myself tonight!

He finally got the drift and looked under the table and I gave him a little peep show. You shoulda seen the look on his face when he realized I was pantiless! His eyes bugged out and strained to see more and he got this huge smile on his face! It was so worth the effort. But, then his buddies asked him what he was staring at and he must have told them, cuz all of sudden all 3 guys were looking at me. I smiled and tried to nonchalantly eat my omelet, but wound up bursting out in laughter. My efforts at seduction were over! I just couldn’t do it with a straight face.

I said to the guys “Are you waiting for me to do something or do I have food on my face or what, boys?” They chuckled a little and one of them, not the one I wanted, said “Oh, no, it’s just that Jason here swears you don’t have anything on under that skirt.” Talk about forward!!! Shit, what was I supposed to do! I decided to go for it and thought, what the hell, maybe I could have all 3 of them tonight. I was feeling FRISKY!!

It was turning out to be an even better evening that I had anticipated. “Well, if I could join you three, maybe you would be able to find out if Jason is correct.” They jumped at the chance to have me come to their table and fought about who I was going to sit in between. I insisted that I be seated next to Jason and let the other 2 squabble.

“My name is Lianne” I said to them. They introduced themselves as Jason, Phil and Tom. Jason was the first to snake his hand up my bare thigh to check on the panty situation. A huge grin broke out on his face and he just turned to me and kissed me smack on the lips! Of course I kissed him back and we drifted off into our own little world playing tonsil hockey until one of the others cleared his throat. I blushed again and started to make small talk as we all were eating. I asked them if they had just come from the movie theater and they said they had just seen the same flick as I had.

While we finished eating we talked about the movie and told each other our favorite lines and such. But I wasn’t being good, far from it. I had slipped off my shoe and had the toes of my left foot feeling up the crotch of Phil. He wasn’t sure what to do at first, but then seemed to slide down in his seat a little. I guess he liked what I was doing. Imagine that. Needless to say, suddenly everything that was coming out of our mouths had a sexual twist to it and we were all getting hornier by the minute. Poor Tom was feeling left out, so I reached over to feel him up.

He had a nice package, firm and protruding a bit, but that was to be expected, as his hand had been under my skirt for the past 5 minutes. He had found out that I shave most of my mound, leaving just a small path down the center to my pearl of pleasure. The guys willingly picked up my tab as we discussed where we were going to go now. I wasn’t comfortable going to their place, nor with them coming to mine just yet, so I suggested that we go somewhere we could dance. I had Jason ride with me and Tom and Phil followed. Little did they know I was bringing them somewhere they could watch ME dance. I pulled into the parking lot of TaTa’s.

“Isn’t this a strip joint?” Tom asks as we get out of the cars. I just motion for them to follow me inside. Once inside I seek out the owner, Big Ned, himself. While I am talking to Big Ned the guys have their eyes glued to the center stage where Ellen and Wendy are going to town, dancing and twirling on the poles. They are down to g-strings and nipple tassels, and the crowd is whooping and hollering for them to lose the rest. I have to pull on Jason’s arm to get him and the rest to follow me back to the private room. It is behind center stage, a room that has a 2-way mirror, so we can see what’s going on on the floor and have a great close-up view of center stage, but no one can see in where we are. Big Ned kisses me on the cheek and tells me to have fun and use the room as long as I want.

The guys look at me curiously and I tell them that Ned is a very close friend of the family, kinda like a foster-father to me and lets me come here from time to time if the room isn’t already rented out or in use. I tell them about the 2-way mirror and that no one can see in, but that’s not the complete truth. There are four cameras in different spots behind the walls that are recording everything that happens here. This way Big Ned can have his muscle keep on eye on us and make sure nothing bad happens to me. They all know my safe word and not to come in no matter what is going on unless I say it.

I order us a round of drinks from the waitress that comes in after kissing her full on the lips. The guys are sitting in front of the mirror watching the action on center stage. Wendy and Ellen are completely naked now and are getting it on with each other on stage. The other girls have come out to do lap dances for the patrons wishing for them.

Once Trish bring in our drinks I have her shut the door. I go sit on Justin’s lap and start to kiss him. I reach down and arrange my skirt so that my bare bottom is on him. Jason is holding me close, kissing me deeply, barely coming up for air. Then Tom and Phil start to complain, telling Jason he has to share. Little do they know that I intend on having my way with all 3 of them before the night is over. Jason continues to kiss me all over my face and neck while Phil starts unbuttoning my blouse. I am working on getting Jason’s clothes off, too and have started with his belt and pants. I have gotten them down far enough to have a good grip on his manhood. I stop kissing him to look down to see what I will get to taste later. He already has a string of precum at the tip, and I could never resist licking up precum, so I lean down I stick out my tongue to lap it up. Jason shivers as I do this and a soft moan escapes. Phil has my blouse off and is kissing my breasts through the thin material of my bra. I go back to kissing Jason and Tom comes over to put his face between my legs. Damn! I never thought this would happen tonight!!

None of us are aware of what is happening outside of this room, as we are completely absorbed in what we are doing. I ask the guys if they would like a little show of their own, just for them. I get a unanimous reply “YES!” I turn up the music a little that is coming in through the speakers and start to feel the music. My arms go over my head and I begin swaying back and forth, getting carried away by the beat. I dance with abandon, swinging my hips, shaking my breasts, eyes closed, completely absorbed in what I am doing. I don’t even notice that all three of them have started to touch themselves.

I touch my nipples, pulling on them, rolling them between my fingers, my head back. I am moaning, but the guys don’t hear me because the music is so loud. My hands slowly move down my body, caressing every part, lingering at my stomach and hips, feeling what makes me different as a woman from you men. Wider hips, made for giving birth to propagate the human species. My hands travel to my nether regions, and I smooth the fine hairs beneath my fingers, feeling that the ones closest to my folds are moist. I bring my fingers to my nose and smell my juices before tasting them. I lick my fingertips one at a time, slowly sliding them all the way in and then out of my mouth.

I open my eyes to see the reaction I am causing in my lovers. There is precum at the tip of all three dicks and I go to each of them, starting with Jason, and take the head in my mouth and suck the precum up, twirling my tongue in and out and around the hole from which the nectar flows. My tongue moves around the entire head, then under in slow circular motions and a soft sucking sensation. I move to Phil, then Tom to complete the circle. I lick my lips and tell them how good they taste and that I can’t wait for more. I press the buzzer near the door and Trish comes back in.

I show her the 3 of them, dicks out and standing strong, and say I need more to drink. She also knows to bring me a large spinach and romaine lettuce salad. I have only done this a few times before, but Trish knows me better than most, as we have been friends since high school and are lovers on occasion. She can tell by the gleam in my eyes and the grin on my face that these guys are really in for a treat tonight! My cunt is dripping wet, and my juices are flowing onto my thighs. I continue dancing for them, tweaking my nipples with one hand, and the other playing with my pussy. I don’t even notice Trish come back in with the tray.

She sets it down on the table in the back and sits down to watch the show for just a bit. I spread my pussy lips open wide and begin inserting my finger, first one and then two, finger-fucking myself. I let the thumb of my left hand slide up to my clit, which has peeked out from under it’s hood, and begin to rhythmically stroke it. My knees begin to tremble and I have to sit down on the platform. Phil walks up to me and starts to kiss me, hands exploring my body. Next Tom comes over, gets on his knees and starts eating my pussy again. Jason is watching this, dick hard in his hand and decides that his buds shouldn’t get to have all the fun. He comes over and takes my left breast into his mouth. He sucks on my nipple, biting it gently, until I am moaning.

I have taken his shaft in my hand and am working it up and down, until I break away from Phil and pull Jason closer to me. I position him so that I can take him fully into my mouth, while Tom continues to lap at my fountain. Phil moves to take Jason’s spot at my breast and licks the right nipple until it is standing out and is rock hard, burning for more. I am getting ready to cum and start bucking my hips. I take Jason’s rod into my mouth and start to suck furiously, humping my face up and down on him, sucking, tonguing and licking, all while moaning through my orgasm. Phil has reached over to the nearby table and grabs a condom. I hate these damn things, but we gotta be safe, he thinks.

Tom moves off my pussy and Phil replaces him, slamming his hard dick into my throbbing hole. I gasp at his thickness, not expecting him to be quite so big! I continue to give Jason a blow job, taking him deep into my mouth, the tip of his dick hitting the back of my throat. I swallow on his dick, so he can feel my throat contract on his swollen head. I continue to move my tongue over his shaft, causing Jason to feel multiple sensations at once. His dick vibrates every time I moan with pleasure from the fucking I am getting in my pussy. I grab ahold of Jason’s rod at the base, both balls in my hand, and squeeze, prolonging his erection and not letting him cum just yet.
As Phil is pounding in my pussy Tom has gotten down on the floor and under me. He dips his finger into my flowing juices, pulls my ass cheeks apart and starts to massage my asshole. Every few seconds he pushes the tip of his finger in, seeing if I will allow admittance. Jason’s head is throbbing and he begs me to let him cum, so I release the hold I have on his shaft and start massaging his balls. I feel his balls squeeze up and know that Jason is right on the verge. What can I say, I am a bitch. I open my mouth and let Jason’s cock fall out just before he cums. I tell Phil to get off of me so we can reposition. It is then that I notice that Trish is still in the room, silently rubbing her clit. I figure it does no harm to let her keep watching, so I don’t say anything. This is all on tape anyway, so what difference does it make, eh?

I ask Jason where he would like to cum. He looks at me with a surprised expression on his face and asks what I mean. I reply that there are 3 places he can cum and for him to pick one of them. He looks at me with wonder and picks my pussy. I have him lie on his back on the platform. I take the condom in my mouth and roll it down his shaft with my tongue and lips.

Then I ask Jason where he wants Phil to cum. He looks at Phil and says “in your slut mouth”, so Phil positions himself at Jason’s head, sitting on a stool, just at the right height for me to lean over and suck him off. “I guess I’m stuck jacking off,” says Tom. Jason has finally figured me out and replies “Nope, you’re wrong, Tom. You get her ass.” I slide myself down onto Jason’s thick dick, which has calmed down quite a bit and is going to have to rebuild his climax.

As Jason pushes himself all the way in Tom gets behind me. He has lubed up his cock with my pussy juice and k-y jelly after putting on a condom. He spreads my ass cheeks and puts the tip of his cock at my back door entrance. He very gently penetrates, pushing in then stopping to let me become accustomed to his size. I am moaning constantly now, feeling used like a whore, knowing that soon all of my holes will be filled and my fantasy come true. Jason starts moving again and Tom works his way into my ass, finally getting himself all the way in. I gasp as he buries himself in to the hilt, feeling his balls slap against my pussy. Phil pulls my head to his cock, and I start to bob in rhythm to the pounding my ass and box are getting. I am in heaven, and feel soooo full, and know this is going to be the best orgasm I have ever had in my life.

We all move in rhythm together, Jason and Tom alternating thrusts, so as my pussy gets filled my ass is emptied. It is like 2 pistons simultaneously thrusting in and out. I can hardly stand the intensity, knowing that this is just the beginning of an incredible night! The first one to start cuming is Tom. “Your ass is so tight! My dick has never been anywhere so tight. I’m going to cum!” As he starts to squirt it triggers my climax and I bite down on Phil’s rod, sucking so hard that he starts to pour his warm jism down my throat.

As my vagina spasms it takes Jason over the brink and he cums, exploding into the condom. It is then that I notice that I am completely filled. Phil’s dick is to the back of my throat, Tom’s dick is maxed in my ass and the tip of Jason’s dick is hitting my cervix. It is the most intense feeling I have ever had and I don’t want it to end. But, it has to. As the boys remove themselves from me and peel off the used condoms I go to each one and lick their dicks clean. Trish has left the room, I can only guess that she, too, has had a wonderful orgasm and that she has gone back to work.

After cleaning all 3 dicks I go to the tray and get the salad. I know the guys have been wondering what it is for and don’t want to keep them in suspense any more. I ask them if they are hungry. All three nod and I tell them I am going to give them a special dressing for their salad. I sit on the stool that is on the platform and spread my legs wide open. All three focus their eyes on my dripping wet pussy. It seems that I have a river of cum flowing out of me and some drips onto the floor. I get this way when I am very excited, it is somewhat unusual, but not unheard of and I am not the only girl I know that has copious amounts of cum.

I bring the salad bowl near to me and take a leaf of spinach. I bring it down to my nether lips and spread them open with my free hand. I then proceed to put the leaf of spinach into my snatch, coating it with my cum. I take it out and replace it with a leaf of romaine lettuce. The guys are mesmerized, just staring with their mouths open, having never seen anything like this before. I continue until I have applied dressing to each leaf of lettuce and spinach. I then walk to the tray Trish had left and divide the salad into 4 bowls. I sprinkle each of them with shredded carrots, cucumber chunks, raisins and croutons and bring them to the table with the drinks.

Tom says “you really expect me to eat this?” I just smile and lift my fork to my lips and open my mouth. I take a bite of mine and say “mmmmm.”

Then Jason decides to try his salad and after taking a tentative bite, he says “this is the best dressing I have ever had.” So, Phil gives his a try. Once he sees that his buddies have not dropped over dead, Tom lifts his fork to his mouth and tries his salad. “Not bad,” he says. As we all finish our salads I notice that all three are sporting wood again.

“Would you like me to see if Trish is free to join us,” I ask. Next thing I know I have 6 ogling eyes staring at me, bewildered.

“Are you shitting us?” Phil asks.

“I’ll bet she is,” says Tom.

“I think she’s serious,” Jason pipes in.

“I guess you don’t want to add to our merriment tonight. I thought an extra pussy, pair of tits and lips would add to the fun. I’m sorry if I misjudged you,” I reply.

All of a sudden all three are talking at once “oh, no, we didn’t mean it that way”

“it’s just that no girl has ever offered to do the things you have”

“please go get her, we want her too.” I start to laugh as I walk out of the room and return with Trish. We go to the platform and start to dance together. Rubbing our titties together, caressing each others bodies, kissing deeply, running our fingers through each other’s hair. It is as if the three of them are not here, just Trish and I, because we are so comfortable together.

Trish and I continue to dance eroticly together, working each other’s bodies into an aroused state. I gather her bosom to my face and push her breasts together so that I can lick both nipples at once. I suck and nibble on them, and they respond to my attention by becoming hard as marbles and as big as marbles, too. I start to roll one between my fingers, pulling on it, pinching it harder and harder until the tip of the nipple that is not between my fingers turns white.

Trish gasps in pain/pleasure and as I release her nipple I lean down to kiss the spot I have just hurt. Trish and I find our way to the floor, groping at each other. We automatically move to the 69 position on our sides, spreading apart the other’s legs to get to the forbidden fruit. I kiss her inner thigh, licking it, my tongue feathery-light on her lips. I kiss her mons, rubbing my nose in her soft hair, breathing in the scent of female arousal. I gently spread apart her lips with my tongue and then go back to kissing the top of her pussy. I like to tease her, because she knows that the more I tease, the harder she will cum.

Trish is working on me at the same time and is planning on giving these studs a show like they’ve never seen before. She isn’t going to hold back and is going to use me like the wench I am when I get this horny. She has started to insert her fingers into my pussy, first one and then two, all while licking my clit. I don’t realize just yet what she is planning to do, so I start to try to get her to cum before me. It is a game we play sometimes, seeing who will make the other one cum first. I have found her clit, peeking out from under its hood, all hard and sensitive.

I pinch it, then lick it with long lapping strokes. I use the whole surface of my tongue to lick her vagina from top to bottom, starting at the clit, going down to her asshole and back up again. I know this drives her wild. Then I go back to her clit, point my tongue and make circles around her clit. First big circles that don’t touch her clit, then spiralling to make the circles smaller and smaller until the circles on her clit. She starts thrashing her head back and forth, gasping and calling out “oh, yeah, it feels so good, please don’t stop

Any good lover know that when someone says “please don’t stop” it really means “I’m going to cum soon,” so I start to do what makes her cum like crazy. I flick my tongue up and down, under and on top of her clit, like my tongue is going over a speed bump or something. Soon Trish is thrashing her whole body back and forth and that is when I go in for the kill. I hold her legs to my face and suck her clit into my mouth. I suck on her clit like there is no tomorrow, biting it and sucking harder and harder until she comes in wave after wave of pure bliss. Jason, Tom and Phil are mesmerized, their hands on their dicks, wanking them up and down in time to Trish’s moans and cries. None of them have ever seen 2 girls go at it live – yeah, in pornos or in mags, but never within 5 feet of them and just for them.

This whole time Trish had managed to keep two fingers inside my pussy, wiggling them back and forth, if not moving them in and out. After recovering, she starts working on me. She is licking on my clitty while keeping up the pace with her fingers. She slides in a third finger, and is using her thumb on my clit then inserts a fourth finger. Her hand is going in my pussy sideways now to accommodate her 4 fingers and when her hand is inside she spreads her fingers out, stretching my pussy wider and wider with each thrust.

I am loving it, bucking my hips with her thrusts, trying to get more inside. I realize now what she is trying to do. I love her for it, knowing she has remember what I have only told her once, one of my most intimate fantasies that I have only shared with her. And she knows that this time she will be able to fulfil it, she knows this because she has never seen me so frantically horny, so wanton, so uninhibited. I whisper to her “yes, yes! More, I want more. Do it, give it to me, please. Do it, I’m begging you!”

Then I call out to Jason, asking him to come to me, to kiss me while Trish is fucking my pussy with her fingers. He does, lying on the platform next to me, kissing me tenderly, playing with my nipples. Trish becomes a little distracted when she finds Tom and Phil behind her, Tom fingering her and Phil eating her out, but focuses on the task at hand before becoming lost in her pleasure. I feel her stretching my pussy wider and I gasp, as it hurts a little bit, but then I feel like I have never ever felt before in my life.

Trish has gotten her entire fist into my pussy and is fucking me with it. I spread my legs out as far as I can and then feel someone helping me. I open my eyes and see that Phil and Tom have each grasped one ankle and are holding me spread eagle. Trish keeps fist-fucking me and then I feel a tongue on my clit. This is almost more than I can take. Jason keeps at it, as does Trish. Tom and Phil and Jason are in awe, they have never seen anything like this before in their life. I start to cum, harder and longer that I ever have before.

Then I feel this rush, like I have to pee, but I don’t, and it builds into an even more intense orgasm and I actually squirt (as in ejaculate). I pass out after that, kinda like in a trance and all floaty. Trish begins to remove her arm from my pussy, and as she slides it out you hear a slurping noise and her arm is just coated with my cum. She and the 3 fellas taste my cum and the next thing you know her arm is clean.

Trish and Tom and Phil go over to the other side of the room to continue their little escapade, while Jason sits with me until I come to. I am only out for about 5 minutes and find him kissing me all over my face and neck. He is so tender, like he thinks I am hurt or something. I start to kiss him back most passionately and he stops to ask if I am ok. I tell him that he has just shared in the most incredible experience of my life and that I feel a bond towards him like I have not felt towards anyone else. We cuddle on the bed in the back of the room and drift off to sleep.

When we wake up we find that Trish, Phil and Tom are gone. There is a note on the table from Ned. It says to help ourselves to anything in the back kitchen or behind the bar and to lock up when we leave. He knows I have keys to the place and will set the alarm. Under the note is an unmarked videotape. I slide it in my bag before Jason sees it.

We go to the kitchen and rustle up some breakfast and bring it to the bed on a tray. After enjoying our leisurely meal and talking for a while we lie back and make sweet love over and over again. Of course, we exchanged numbers as we parted. The guys had left Phil’s car for Jason, so he went his way and I went mine, after one last lingering kiss. I know we will be seeing a lot more of each other.

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Sorority Party

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My best friend Dee belongs to a sorority. They were having a party tonight and she invited my new boyfriend Brian and I. Not that anybody really needed invitations to a sorority beer bash.

Brian picked me up dressed in jeans and a green shirt, looking almost exactly like he did when I first bumped into him. I would have to do something about his wardrobe. I had dressed to kill. My red mid-length skirt was slit to my waist. My black silk blouse was backless and cut to my navel in front. My braless tits bounced seductively as I moved.

Brian was speechless when he saw me. I planned on surprising him later when I revealed that I wasn’t wearing any panties. I was having way too much fun being the aggressor in our budding relationship.

I spotted Dee as soon as we got there. Dee is shorter than I am, but much more voluptuous. Although she has perfectly huge tits, her waist is relatively narrow. Her hips and ass are five pounds away from being too big. Her dark brown hair and wide, innocent brown eyes have been the undoing of many frat boys.

“Amanda!” she squealed.

We hugged, having to shout to be heard over the music. I introduced her to Brian, whom she also hugged. He seemed a bit uncomfortable, and I assumed he wasn’t used to strange women giving him hugs, let alone one this pretty. I elbowed him good naturedly to remind him that I was his date for the evening, and that I wasn’t exactly chopped liver. My cornsilk blonde hair is long and straight, which accentuates my pale blue eyes. I’m taller than Dee, standing 5′ 8″. My curves are more proportionate than hers. I have a perky C cup with a nice, round ass.

I went to get beers for Brian and I. The woman pouring drinks looked me up and down. Dee had warned me that there were a few lesbians in the sorority. She was very attractive, although a bit masculine. She was slightly taller than Brian, with dark brown hair and an angelic face. Her trim, athletic figure was clothed in jeans and a deep red shirt.

“Well, don’t you look fine tonight, honey,” She said.

“Thanks,” I replied uncomfortably. I could feel her gaze on my back as I made my way to the dance floor.

I was right about Brian’s lack of dancing skills. A number of guys tried to cut in as we danced. A couple of them were pretty hunky, and all of them had big egos. I got a kick out of turning them all down.

Hours later, and more than a few beers, I was in the mood for some dirty dancing.

“Can I use your room?” I asked after I cornered Dee. She lived in one of the house’s rooms on the second floor.

“What for…oh!” She said, blushing. “You mean right now? With Brian? While the party is going?”

“I haven’t been laid in almost a month,” I pouted. “I’m horny and I’m afraid we’ll both be too drunk to do it if I wait.”

“Okay,” she said reluctantly. “But only if you do my laundry tomorrow. I’m not going to sleep those sheets.”

“You’re the best!” I gushed, giving her a big hug. I pushed my way through the crowd and found Brian.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I shouted in his ear. “I have a surprise for you.” He looked confused, so I pressed myself up against him, grinding my hips into his and tickling his ear with my tongue. When I pulled away, I could see the fire in his eyes and knew that he had caught my meaning.

“I’ve gotta pee first,” he shouted back into my ear.

“Okay. Meet me upstairs then. It’s the second door on the right”

The noise was much more tolerable in Dee’s room. I kept the lights out and lay down on the bed. My head was spinning from the alcohol. It wasn’t long before the door opened. I saw Brian’s dark silhouette outlined by the hall light.

The bed was oriented so that my feet were facing the door. I slowly spread my legs and raised my knees. I knew Brian was getting an eyeful. The hallway light had to be shining right up my dress and on my exposed pussy. So little hair grows on my pussy that I just shave it all off, leaving nothing to the imagination. I was already wet.

“Surprise! Like what you see?” I asked seductively.

Without answering, Brian stepped into the room and closed the door. Our eyes would need a few minutes to adjust to the darkness, and I felt him fumbling at the foot of the bed.

His hands found my foot and slid up to my thigh. I felt the bed shift as he climbed on. His hands easily slid my skirt up to my waist. My hips were undulating on the blanket, begging him to touch my pussy. His touch was strong and confident without being aggressive and demanding.

Brian’s hands slid down to my inner thighs and gently pushed my legs wide and my knees high. I was fully exposed, my wet pussy wide open and waiting. His hands stroked the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, gliding from my knees down to my ass cheeks.

I was breathing raggedly, desperately wanting him to touch my slick, lower lips. Somehow Brian had taken control. I was delirious with desire.

The electric touch of his tongue on my pussy lips made me inhale sharply. A low, guttural moan escaped from my lips. His tongue licked the outside of my pussy, avoiding the sweet, tender inner flesh. His hands slid under my hips to cup my ass cheeks.

I was wriggling and moaning uncontrollably on the bed. His tongue was driving me wild. My hands were clawing at his short hair, trying to force his face deep inside my aching pussy. He licked at the hollows between the tops of my thighs and my throbbing labia.

Finally his tongue split my pussy lips. It softly explored the sensitive inner flesh, still avoiding my throbbing clit. His lips gently nibbled on my labia, the tip of his tongue rimmed my hole. God, if I had know he was this good I would have jumped his bones on our first date!

Brian’s hands slid out from under my ass and up over my flat belly. Easily pushing aside the flimsy top, they captured my tits. While his mouth was taunting my pussy, his fingers danced across the smooth skin of my tits. His fingers brushed against the nipples, but flitted away to stroke the soft undersides.

“Oh god,” I moaned. “Please do it already! I can’t take any more.”

Without a word, his hands cupped my large tits, his fingers trapping both my nipples. As he gently pulled and tweaked them, his tongue raked my clit. With each flick of his tongue I felt my passion rising. My swollen nipples were sending currents of pleasure to my brain.

Suddenly the door opened. The noise of the party downstairs and the light from the hall spilled into the room. The room light flicked on. I heard a gasp and looked up to see Brian standing in the doorway.

My head was already spinning from the beer and sex. Confused, I looked down at my own body. The beer girl had her head buried between my legs. My blouse was pulled out and my skirt bunched obscenely around my waist. Her hands were snaked under my hips and widespread legs, and cupping my tits.

Shocked and confused, I heard the door slam shut, but didn’t actually see Brian leave. The girl never slowed her oral assault. I weakly tried to push her away. With the lights on, I could see her wide open mouth covering my pulsating pussy.

She rolled my clit between her lips and I exploded. My body shook and trembled as a powerful orgasm rocked it. Her fingers pulled and pinched my nipples as I writhed in ecstasy. Her tongue flicked the exposed tip of my clit as she held it between her lips. My hips snapped up off the bed and rockets of pleasure shot through my brain.

I had never experienced sex that was even half as intense before. My body began to drift back down to earth when she began humming directly onto my clit. Another gut wrenching orgasm ripped through me. I could hear myself distantly crying out in pleasure and moaning in delight.

Finally showing me mercy, she lifted her face from my pussy and released my aching tits. I lay there, wantonly naked and splayed open. I was dazed and weak as a kitten.

After a couple of tries, I was finally able to focus my eyes. She had shed her clothes. Her slim body was athletic yet feminine with well defined muscles. Her small tits were firm and high, with stiff, erect nipples. Any woman would have been jealous and any man would have been aroused.

All of that fled from my mind as I watched her finish strapping on a huge, rubber dildo. My eyes grew wide with surprise. The rubber cock must have been nine inches long, and molded to look like the real thing.

“No…” I gasped. “Please…”

“Oh yes,” she whispered, her face glowing with lust.

I tried to scoot away, toward the head of the bed. I closed my shaking legs. The girl easily forced my weak knees apart. Gripping my hips, she pulled me toward her. I had no strength to resist.

I felt the tip of the rubber monster touch my puffy, wet pussy lips. Slowly, inch-by-inch she pulled me onto it. My pussy was so wet and open there was no resistance. My hands weakly pushed at her, but I couldn’t even summon the strength to sit up.

I was pulled up onto her lap, fully impaled, my hips snug against hers. This was far bigger than any real cock I ever had in my pussy. I whimpered as my hips undulated uncontrollably on the giant dildo.

She took her thumb and began to gently stroke my overly sensitive clit while slowly rocking her hips. The huge dildo was moving in and out of my pussy, but only a half an inch either way. Her knowing thumb on my clit was heating me up again. With a moan I surrendered to her, throwing my head back on Dee’s pillow.

She leaned forward, shifting her weight so that she hung over me in the classic missionary position, the dildo still buried deep in my pussy. She began moving it in and out. Each stroke was faster and deeper.

It felt like the dildo was reaching up into my throat. My pussy was taut around the massive girth of it. She was slamming into me now, fucking me as hard and fast as any man ever had. I came, wailing and moaning as the rubber cock filled my pussy over and over.

As my orgasm subsided, the girl’s pace did not. My pussy was coated in so much juice that it didn’t matter. She reached down between us and flicked a hidden switch. The dildo began to vibrate.

The girl’s eyes rolled back in her head. A low moan escaped from her lips. I could see her passion rising in her reddening face. Against my will, the now vibrating dildo was driving me to yet another orgasm. She plunged it relentlessly into my wide open pussy. I could feel it vibrating against my G-spot.

We came at the same time. She groaned, her body shaking and writhing between my legs. I cried out as tremors of pleasure rocked me from head to toe. The vibrating beast kept drawing my orgasm out, far longer than any I had had before.

The girl collapsed on top of me, her tits and stiff nipples poking into my larger, soft tits. The buzzing dildo still had me writhing underneath her as she reached down and turned it off.

I could scarcely breath as she rolled off of me, pulling the now silent rubber cock from my pussy with a wet sucking sound. I lay there, not able to even close me legs, let alone cover my naked body. I sobbed with relief, pleasure and shame intertwined to create a strange new emotion.

I heard her leave, and just lay there trying to regain my strength. My mind was in shock. After fifteen minutes or so, I finally found the strength to sit up. My clothes were ruined. Numbly I stole a pair of pants from Dee’s closet and a big baggy sweatshirt. The pants were too short and loose in the waist. I didn’t care. I left the sorority house without running into anyone I knew.

* * *

I heard the knock at my door. For the last two days I hadn’t left my room. In fact I was sitting here still, dressed only in my bathrobe. After the third knock I finally decided that whoever it was wasn’t going to go away.

Dee stepped inside as soon as I opened the door. Her chestnut brown hair done up in a practical ponytail. She looked worriedly at me.

“Are you alright?” she asked. “You missed all your classes yesterday and you haven’t been answering your phone.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled. I slumped back on the couch and Dee sat next to me.

“So what’s the matter?” she asked.

“I think I might be a lesbian,” I said. That was the first time I had let myself contemplate that word in the last two days.

Dee looked shocked. “What makes you say that? You’ve slept with twice as many guys as I have. There’s no way you’re gay.”

I began to tell her what had happened that night. My voice seemed to come from somewhere else, spilling details without my asking it to. At some point I began to cry and Dee hugged my tightly as I finished.

“Martina,” Dee said, an edge of anger in her voice.

“Who?” I asked.

“Martina. That’s the girl you…met.”

“Oh.”

“She’s made a habit of seducing co-eds and other sorority sisters. I just never thought she’d stoop to rape.”

“How can it be rape if I liked it so much?” I sobbed. My tears were flowing uncontrollably. The pent up emotions of the last two days were all coming out. My doubts and fears, and the dark secret that I had really enjoyed having sex with another woman overwhelmed me.

“I suppose you’re right. Did you ever tell her no?”

“Uh…I don’t think so. By the time I knew it wasn’t Brian, I was so far gone I wanted her to finish.”

A deep numbness set in. I just sat on the couch and cried. Dee would talk and ask me questions, but it seemed like she was so far away I didn’t need to answer. After a while she gave up and switched tactics.

“Let’s get you into a shower,” Dee said. “Maybe the warm water will settle you down.”

In the bathroom she started the water and took off my robe. I just stood there, tears streaming down my face. With a worried look, Dee stripped off her clothes and pulled me into the shower with her. I stood motionless under the hot water as my best friend washed my hair. I didn’t react as she washed my body.

As some point during the shower my tears had stopped. Dee pulled me out of the shower and dried us both off. She kept up a steady patter of conversation, but I wasn’t listening. She put on a robe, but left me naked as she walked us back into the bedroom.

Even though I was dry now, my body was shivering. Dee pushed me onto the bed and under the covers. I was still shaking under the cool sheets. I felt Dee climb in with me. She snuggled up behind me and held me in her arms.

“It’s not so bad,” she said. “I don’t think you’re a lesbian anyway. I think you might be bisexual. Being seduced by a woman once doesn’t undo all the great sex you’ve had with guys.”

Her hands were rubbing my arms and brushing the hair out of my eyes. It felt very much like something my mother might do. I rolled over and hugged her tightly. My naked flesh pressed against the soft terrycloth of her robe. She kissed me lightly on the forehead and stroked my hair.

“You know, nobody got hurt,” Dee whispered in my ear. “You had sex with a woman and you liked it. That might be a bit scary at first, but there’s nothing really wrong with it.”

The warmth of her embrace and the blankets was finally relaxing me. I had stopped shivering. My mind drifted off into that twilight land of half-asleep and half-awake.

Dee gently kissed my forehead. She kissed my closed eyes and my cheeks. Her hands gently stroked my naked back, tracing lazy circle from my neck all the way down to my hips. Her lips wandered down my jawline and planted soft kisses on my earlobe.

Dreamily I rolled my head back. Dee’s lips danced down my neck, sending small, pleasant shivers through me. Her hands moved lower, brushing across my ass cheeks.

More asleep than awake, I rolled onto my back and she rolled with me. Lying against my side, Dee’s right leg was draped over mine. Her hand was momentarily trapped under my ass.

She slid her hand out from underneath me and proceeded to kiss the hollow where my neck meets my chest. One hand was stroking my forehead, the other was stroking the side of my hip.

I rolled my head back and curled my right arm around her, pulling her close. My nipples were hardening and I could feel a familiar moisture building in my pussy. It all felt very right and natural to my foggy consciousness. It was not Dee doing these delicious things to me but some formless dream lover.

Dee’s hand move across my firm stomach, still tracing lazy circles. Her lips continued their feathery wandering down my chest. Her hand came to rest on my ribs, the edge of her fingers brushing the underside of my left tit. Her lips were kissing the deep cleft between my tits, her soft cheeks caressing the smooth flesh of my cleavage.

Her hand and mouth moved simultaneously. The hand cupping one large tit and her mouth capturing the stiff nipple of the other. I arched my back in pleasure, a low purr of contentment rumbling in my throat.

Dee’s hand and mouth gently and softly played with my tits. My hands were stroking her hair and shoulders as I slowly undulated beneath her. I was drifting back from dreamland to reality. The burning desire in my groin was dispelling my drowsiness. Dee rolled the rest of the way on top of me, straddling my hips while her mouth and hands played with my tits.

“Dee…” I murmured. “I…I’m not sure about this.”

She sat up, still straddling my hips. I suddenly felt naked under her wanton gaze. She stripped her open terrycloth robe off and tossed to the floor. Although I had seen her naked before, in fact I had just taken a shower with her, I had never really looked at her.

Dee’s tits were magnificent. They were far larger than mine, but still round and firm. Her nipples were equally large, with wide areolas. Her narrow waist was soft and feminine, not as muscular as mine. The skin of her thighs and ass were soft and warm on my hips. I could feel the wet heat of her pussy pressing into my stomach.

“Just let it happen,” Dee whispered. “I doesn’t have to be like before. It can be so much better.”

She bent over and ever so gently placed her lips on mine. Her stiff nipples brushed against the sensitive flesh of my tits. She carefully licked my closed lips and rained soft kisses on them.

A fragile barrier inside my mind shattered. I opened my mouth to accept her darting tongue. My arms curled around her naked back and I pressed her body full against mine.

We kissed for many minutes. My hands wandering across her naked back and explored the smooth expanse of her ass. Her hands caressed my face and hair.

Ever so gently, Dee broke our kiss. She slid down my body, her lips and tongue licking and kissing their way down to my chest. Her hands stroked the sensitive undersides of my tits while her lips and tongue licked and sucked on my nipples.

My body writhed underneath hers and a soft whimper escaped from my mouth. I wanted to spread my legs and wrap them around her, but Dee had them trapped between her own legs.

Dee’s mouth on my nipples was driving me wild. She teased the swollen nubs with her lips, swirling her tongue all around them. She gently pulled on them between her teeth until the distended flesh popped free.

I was delirious with need when she finally began to lick her way down my stomach. With her chin rest just above my hairless pussy lips, Dee finally released my legs. They flew wide open, seemingly with a mind of their own. My pussy wasn’t just damp, it was dripping.

Dee began to kiss and stroke my inner thighs. Her soft cheek would brush against my aching pussy, but she passed it by to kiss and stroke the other thigh. I was frantically wriggling and humping my hips trying to get her mouth where I wanted it most.

Then Dee’s face pulled away. Her hands gently held my thighs wide open. I could feel her warm breath on my pleading pussy lips. I whimpered wordlessly, trying to hunch my pussy closer to her mouth.

“You have a beautiful pussy,” Dee whispered throatily. “I want to lick you all over until you scream.”

“Oh, yes,” I moaned. “Do it. Please lick me now. I need to feel your mouth on me.”

I felt the tip of her tongue touch the very bottom of my pussy where it meets my ass. I shuddered. The wide flat of her tongue slid up through the folds of my wet pussy. It slithered over my red-hot clit, sending currents of pleasure coursing through my body.

Over and over she swiped her tongue across my pussy in long, slow licks. I came hard, clutching at the sheets and bucking my pussy against her tongue. Each stroke caused a fresh spasm.

When my orgasm eased up, Dee switched to kissing and licking the outer lips of my pussy. When I regained my breath however, she renewed her oral assault. Her lips closed over my clit and she rolled it between them. My body began to quiver as a fresh orgasm built up from deep inside me.

Her hands gently pushed my thighs higher until they were almost on my chest. This seemed to extend my clit, allowing her to capture even more of it between her lips. Her right hand dipped down to my now exposed anus and began stroking the surface of the puckered hole.

I had never had anyone do that to me before. The sensation was indescribable. She wasn’t penetrating me, just stroking the outside. The surface was wet and slippery from a mixture of pussy juices and saliva.

Dee’s tongue began to flick across the tip of my clit while her lips continued their rolling caresses. I exploded, crying out and wrapping my hands in her hair. She slipped her well lubricated finger into my ass, sliding it in and out rhythmically like a small cock fucking me.

One orgasm after another rocked my body. I was shrieking and writhing on the bed as Dee’s relentless mouth and insistent finger kept me at the peak of passion.

When my trembling thighs collapsed on the bed she finally relented, pulling her face from my pussy. However, she kept her finger in my ass, sliding it slowly and gently in and out.

“I think I could eat your pussy all day,” Dee murmured.

“I don’t think I could take it,” I gasped. Her finger felt so good that my hips were undulating around it, working to slide it in deeper on each stroke.

“You like my finger in your ass?” Dee asked with a smile.

“Oh yes! I’ve never had that done to me before, but it feels so sexy.”

“We’ll have to do it again, next time.”

“Definitely!”

Dee pulled her finger from my ass and crawled up my body to give me a long passionate kiss. I returned it with the same ardor. Her face was wet and sticky with my juices. I could taste my own pussy on her darting tongue, and smell it on her face.

“I was so scared,” Dee said. “I wasn’t sure you would want a next time.”

“You mean because of how I reacted to what Martina did?”

“Yes. I’ve always wanted to make love to you, and I needed to show you that it doesn’t have to be like it was with her.”

“I guess I’m Bi, and I’m okay with that now. And I’m definitely okay with what you do to me.

After some more small talk, Dee and I drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

* * *

When I woke up, Dee was gone. She left a sweet little note telling me she had to get to class and chose to let me sleep. It also said she would see me tomorrow night. I showered, dressed and went to class myself for the first time in three days.

As I walked the campus, I had a fresh appreciation for the people around me. I found myself giving both men and women the once over. I was used to guys staring hungrily at me, but it was a bit surprising to see the occasional girl look at me that way. I had never noticed them before, unless they were blatant about it the way Martina had been.

I had a lot of class work to catch up on, having skipped classes. Although I wanted to see Dee tonight it was a good thing she wouldn’t be there, because I needed the time to work.

I was surprised to see her in the study lounge in the student hall. A warm happiness filled my heart.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” I said with a smile.

“I’m just finishing up the prep for my afternoon lab.”

“I need to get my mail,” I said. The mailroom was in the bottom floor of the same building.

“I’ll go with you. I have a few minutes before lab class begins.”

The mailroom was built as a series of alcoves with a central hallway. The one my mailbox was in had a burnt out overhead light. I dialed the combination and opened the box. The only mail I had was a couple of junk mail leaflets advertising student activities. Without warning, Dee pressed herself up against my back.

“Mmm. I like that,” I said. “But don’t you think this is a bit risky?”

She didn’t answer. One hand snaked under my shirt and took possession of my right tit. The other fumbled with the snap on the front of my pants. Dee’s hot mouth began kissing the back of my neck, producing absolutely wonderful sensations. There was nobody else in the mailroom, but that could change at any moment.

I put my hands on the wall of mailboxes to steady myself. Dee’s hungry hands were working their magic. She squeezed and tugged on my now erect nipple through the thin material of my bra. With my pants unsnapped and half unzipped, she zeroed in on my pussy.

Dee’s mouth licked and kissed all over the back of my neck and briefly roamed to my earlobes, sending shivers down my spine. Her hips were grinding into my ass and I was grinding right back.

Her fingers went right to my clit. There was no foreplay here, just raw sex and passion. My pussy juice began to flow, coating Dee’s insistent fingers. A door opened in the distance and footsteps sounded on the tile floor.

“Someone’s coming!” I hissed.

“So what,” Dee whispered in my ear.

I abandoned myself to her desire, praying that whoever it was didn’t see us. Dee’s finger was rubbing my clit and driving me to distraction. Her other hand left my tit and eased down the back of my pants. Her foot pushed on the inside of mine, spreading my legs apart.

Dee’s hand glided over my ass, her middle finger forcing apart the quivering cheeks. She rested the tip on my puckered anus, rubbing it in a slow, gentle circular motion.

I pushed my ass back against her and her finger slid deep into my anus. I moaned appreciatively as she played with me from the front and the back at the same time.

I came hard, shaking and groaning as Dee pumped her finger vigorously in and out of my ass while rapidly stroking my clit. I didn’t know if the other person could hear me or was even still in the mailroom. I didn’t care.

Dee changed the pace, her fingers lazily stroking my now soaked pussy lips, avoiding my throbbing clit. Her other finger slowly slid in and out of my ass. God, it felt good!

I pulled my shaking legs together and stood up straight. I was somewhat sweaty and disheveled as Dee pulled her hands out of my pants. I turned around and watched as she licked my pussy juice off of her finger, her eyes locked on mine.

I folded her in my arms and kissed her passionately. My hands cupped her ass cheeks, kneading and squeezing the firm, round flesh. Dee pulled away.

“I’ve got to go,” she said. “I can’t come over tonight, but I didn’t want you to forget me.”

“God, I want you so bad,” I said.

“Me too. Tomorrow we’ll spend the night naked together.”

She winked at me as she walked away, her hips swaying hypnotically. I leaned against the wall and fixed my clothes.

* * *

I slept soundly that night. The next day was uneventful and full of classes and homework. Shortly after dinner, Dee showed up at my door. I folded her in a warm embrace, kissing her passionately. She returned my ardor, running her hands over my back and ass.

“I missed you girlfriend,” I said, breaking the kiss.

“So I’m your girlfriend now?” she asked, her eyes bright.

I cupped her huge tits in my hands, my fingers searching for her nipples. “What do you think?” I said coyly.

“I think I want you to undress me,” she said as my fingers located the stiffening nubs.

I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a lacy underwire bra. When you’re built like Dee, you need the extra support. I slid the shoulders straps down and casually unsnapped the four hooks in the back and let it drop to the floor.

Her huge tits spilled forth. The creamy flesh was smooth and round. Her nipples were stiff and pointy. I knelt down in front of her and breathed warm, moist air on them.

“Mmmm. I like that,” she purred.

My hands worked the snap and zipper of her jeans. I eased her pants down past her wide hips. She was wearing matching thong panties. I set my lips against the fabric and blew warm air through it onto her pussy.

“Mmmm, I like that even better.”

I pulled her panties down, revealing a completely shaven pussy. It occurred to me that I had never see Dee’s pussy before. Our first night together she had done all the work. In the mailroom we had both stayed dressed.

“Your pussy is beautiful,” I breathed. I gave it a quick peck of a kiss before standing up.

“Lie down on the bed,” I said. “I think it’s my turn to make love to your body.”

Once she was on her back, I laid next to her. I kissed her mouth, our tongue dueling urgently. I kissed her ears and neck as she murmured encouragement.

Her tits felt so smooth and satiny in my hands. I rained kisses on the tops, sides and the extra sensitive underside. Her hands stroked my hair and upper back.

Finally my lips captured a nipple, gently sucking and licking the erect flesh. My fingers gently tweaked and rolled the other. Dee moaned softly. I alternated between her tits until her breathing grew heavy.

I slithered down her stomach, kissing the soft flesh that surrounded her navel. I rolled on top of her, lying between her spread legs. Her hands were pushing me lower, but I resisted. Ever so slowly I kissed my way down to her pussy.

I ignored her pussy and spread her legs wide, exposing the pink inner flesh for me to see. Dee’s ass cheeks were flexing uncontrollably. Her hips were undulating, trying to find my mouth on their own.

Instead my mouth kissed and licked her inner thighs. I tasted her from her knees to the soft hollow just beside her pussy. A whimper escaped from Dee’s lips. I looked at her beautiful pussy, red and swollen with need, and covered in shiny juices.

Throwing restraint to the wind, I buried my face in her hairless pussy. My tongue slithered between the lips, stroking the tender inner flesh. My lips caressed her pussy lips. She tasted sweet and wonderful.

“My clit,” she whispered. “Suck on my clit.”

I did everything but suck on her clit. Dee’s head was thrashing from side to side. Her tits were bouncing on her chest. Her hands were frantically trying to guide me to the one place she need me the most.

My lips surrounded her throbbing clit. As I drew it into my mouth, I began to hum. The vibrations were going right into her clit and I flicked at it with the tip of my tongue.

Dee’s body quivered and shook. A low wail built up to an unrestrained shriek as she came. Her body thrashed on the bed as I hung on to her hips with both arms. I hummed louder, sucking rhythmically on her clit. Dee’s shriek turned into a quivering sob. Her hands were now frantically trying to pry my head from between her legs.

I don’t know how many times she came. I stopped when my neck and tongue grew stiff and sore. I crawled up her heaving body. She was drenched in sweat. Her face was flushed and her eyes were glazed over. I held her in my arms and we fell asleep.

* * *

I woke to the sensation of lips trailing soft kisses on my back. I was lying on my stomach and Dee was crouched next to me. I murmured my approval and wiggled my hips under the sheets.

“Good morning, lover,” Dee whispered in between kisses. “You were spectacular last night.”

“Thank you,” I said. “You’ve been pretty wonderful yourself.”

Her kisses meandered down my back. Her hands threw off the sheets. Her lips grazed the soft flesh of my ass cheeks. The familiar heat was building in my pussy. My ass was definitely becoming a prime erogenous zone.

Dee licked and kissed my ass cheeks for a while and then moved down to my thighs. Her hands stroked the soft flesh of my legs and ass while her mouth smothered them with kisses. My juices were flowing and I was breathing erratically.

Dee maneuvered behind me and lay between my spread legs. Her hands parted my ass cheeks and the stiff tip of her tongue swiped my exposed anus. I groaned and piked my hips to give her better access. She licked and tickled my asshole, eliciting groans and quivers from me.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” she asked.

“Yes,” I groaned, wriggling my butt so she would return to licking it.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Did it make you cum?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have a vibrator?”

“In the top drawer.”

“Would you like me to fuck you ass with it?”

“Oh god, yes!”

I couldn’t believe I was begging Dee to fuck my ass with a vibrator. The idea was so hot though, that I didn’t care. I needed to feel it deep inside me humming away.

The cool plastic made me gasp as the tip touched my sphincter. My vibrator was smaller and obviously smoother than a real cock. I slid into my ass easily. Dee worked it in and out a couple of time to make sure I was comfortable with it.

“Roll over,” she said.

With the vibrator buried deep in my ass, I rolled over and spread my legs wide. My large tits looked small compared to the mountainous flesh dangling over me. I was gasping and groaning, undulating my hips.

Dee began kissing my lower stomach, working her way over my flat stomach and down into my pussy. As her tongue split my damp pussy lips, she turned on the vibrator. The buzz shot straight up my spine and back down to my clit.

I began to writhe on the bed, moaning and groaning uncontrollably. Dee’s tongue found my clit and she began giving it long slow licks. It only took a few of them to set me off. I came with a groan, heaving and thrashing on the bed, totally out of control.

* * *

Dee wrapped her arms around my upper thighs just as I had done to her last night. Her tongue skewered my vagina, fucking it like a small cock. The buzzing vibrator filling my cunt was relentless. My orgasm stretched out, going on and on.

“Oh, god,” I gasped. “Stop! I can’t take any more.”

Dee pulled her mouth from my pussy. She turned off the vibrator, but left it buried deep in my ass. I lay there exhausted. Her finger gently stroked the tender flesh of my pussy as I came down to earth.

When I could finally focus, she pulled the vibrator from my ass with a wet pop. We lay side by side, kissing and hugging for the next hour. She finally got up and got dressed.

“I have to go,” she said. “I’ll see you day after tomorrow.”

“Why so long?” I asked, pouting.

“I have things I have to take care. If I can get my life together I’ll be able to spend more time with you.”

“Don’t forget me,” I called as she opened the door.

“How could I?” she asked, brazenly staring at my naked body. The door closed behind her. Somehow I knew this was the real thing.

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Cheerleaders Diary

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Dear Diary,

Sorry that I haven’t written lately, but it has been a most amazing time at college. After eighteen years of being told by my parents, teachers and sometimes it seemed everyone else in my world, especially older brothers, what to do and when; these first few weeks have been amazing.

Of course, before they all drove me to college, my parents and every last one of my seven older brothers and their families threw me a fabulous eighteenth birthday party. I got all kinds of things for my dorm room and new clothes. I used the party to tell my high school boyfriend Steve that it was O-V-E-R. Since we were going to different colleges, we both knew it would never work…his fault for not making better grades so he could get into a good school like I did. I think he was cheating on me anyway; not that we ever went all the way.

That reminds me, the most exciting news of the past couple weeks…I lost my virginity. Well, had it taken is more accurate. Like in high school I tried out for the cheerleading squad. But things are different here at college. Instead of just entertaining the crowds and motivating the team at games, you have to entertain and motivate the players…off the field.

I was surprised and frightened at first when I found out. In fact, I almost decided not to try out at all, but I have ALWAYS been a cheerleader. My Mama was a cheerleader. Even Nana was a cheerleader, way back. Of course, they were only high school cheerleaders. I want to be the first girl in the family to make the college squad. I could not let a little thing like my virginity stand in the way of that.

I didn’t really know what it would be like. I heard the other girls, whose turn came before mine, talk about it though. It was simple really. You went to the dorm where most of the players lived and you signed in as someone’s study buddy. They came down and escorted you back to their room where you had sex with him…and any of his friends around. But you had to be done and out of there by ten o’clock curfew.

I was really nervous when it was my turn. At lunch, Sally May, the head cheerleader, gave me a slip of paper that contained the name and room number of the player that I was to…entertain and motivate. Wouldn’t you know it; it was Tyreese Moore, the star running back and possible Heisman Trophy candidate. I got even more scared then. I had hoped for someone more…well, like me; maybe the hot, blonde quarterback, who was known for his high grades as much as his throwing arm. If he did not make the NFL, he would certainly be a Rhodes Scholar.

Tyreese was the exact opposite of all that. He was a kid from the inner city, who could have never made it to college without football. He was also black. Having never actually been with a guy before, the thought of having a black guy as my first was terrifying. Was it really true? The size thing.

I spent the afternoon reconsidering my decision to try out, but I really, really, REALLY wanted to be a college cheerleader. So at 7 PM sharp, I signed into the visitors list. I was really nervous as I waited in the lobby for him to come collect me…for our study session. I wondered if the mini-skirt and tank top I wore was the right choice for this sort of thing. After all, he got to help decide if I actually made the squad. It would be horrid to do this and then not even make the squad after all. But he seemed to appreciate my athletic body, even if he was a full foot taller than me.

I have to be honest here (I could never admit it to anyone but you); when he took my hand in his huge, dark one, I got hotter than Steve ever made me. It was partly how much bigger he was, but mostly it was how much darker. I know that it is bad, but I can’t help how I feel.

When we got back up to his room, I was happy to see that no one else was around. I mean doing one guy like this was bad enough; I did not want a roomful of them like a couple of the other girls had. He offered me a wine cooler. I knew we were breaking all kinds of rules…no alcohol in the dorms…no alcohol to anyone under 21. But I really needed it to help me relax. I think I drank the whole thing in a single gulp as he sat down on his twin bed. When I was finished, he demanded to ‘see what you have to offer.’

I was really glad I had drunk the damned thing then, because my fingers were trembling as I unbuttoned my skirt and let it slide down my tanned legs. I kicked it to the side and smiled. That wine cooler must have been stronger than I thought. I pulled my tank top over my head to reveal my tits…I hadn’t bothered with a friggin’ bra, I hate those things. So there I stood in just my white cotton bikini panties.

He must have liked what he saw cause he started to touch his thingy through his track bottoms. My eyes must have gotten as wide as saucer when I noticed how big the thing was. It was half way down his thigh…no lyin’. He told me to ‘get your pretty white ass over here and suck my black cock.’ I had sucked Steve’s a couple of times, but it was no where near this big.

I don’t know how it happened, but the next thing I remember is his fingers in my blonde hair forcing my head down as he lifted his hips off the bed and slammed his cock so far down my throat I thought I would choke. Then he pulled back until just the head was between my lips. I felt his fingers then brushing my panties to the side. Then his thick fingers were trying to get inside my virgin pussy. He tried for several minutes before he finally slapped my ass and shoved his cock back down my throat. I must have opened my legs more at the shock of choking again, because suddenly I felt the biggest thing I had ever had inside me. His finger was way bigger than the tampons I used. ‘Damn, you tight, girl. You betta suck that thing good…get it real wet or it gonna hurt like hell in this hole,’ he said as his fingers mauled my tender flesh.

It already hurt like hell, I thought as I went back to sucking him. I hoped that maybe I could do like I always did with Steve; get him to cum in my mouth so he would leave my virgin pussy alone. So I sucked and licked like never before…and Steve always said I gave a good blow job. I tried to use my hands, but they would not fit around the thing. So instead I played with his balls, but those were huge too. I mean they must have been the size of a golf ball or a plum. Sure, Steve’s was the only guy I had ever seen, but something told me this one was really special.

It must have been working because I heard his breathing get faster and he was pumping his hips into my face harder. But it sure would have been nice if he had warned me before unloading in my mouth and all over my face and chest. He came A LOT more that Steve. It seemed it would never stop. But he kept holding my head there so that I had to swallow it all. But I didn’t care, because if he came in my mouth then I knew it was over.

When he was done though, he lifted me from where I had knelt on the floor and pushed me back onto his bed. ‘Your turn now, girl. Cause you gonna need to be super wet and horny to get this black cock in your virgin pussy,’ he proclaimed as he pulled my panties down my legs and tossed them aside. I was going to ask how he knew I was a virgin, but then I felt his lips, tongue and teeth on that pussy. Of course, I knew about this, but Steve had never offered to return the favor…ever. So I was shocked that this stranger would do something so…intimate.

OMG…it was amazing. He would lick my hole; a couple of times he even licked at the other one (the nasty one). He would use his sharp teeth on my clit to hold it out. Then he would actually suck it like a lollipop. It was too much. I actually came harder than I ever had with my pocket rocket or fingers. I think I might have even passed out, cause the next thing I remember is him being over me.

Then I felt his hand between my open legs and he had that thing…trying to put it inside me. I opened my mouth to say something, but he just kissed me instead. It burned and hurt like hell as I felt him trying to stretch me open down there. I felt tears slip down my cheeks and thought he might give up when it didn’t work. Instead, he smiled and said ‘Damn, girl, I gotta stretch this thing out for the brothas.’

I got real scared then, but he went back to kissing me. He was a much better kisser Steve or the couple of other boys I have kissed. Maybe because his lips are fuller and his tongue thicker? But he just kept kissing me…that and the wine cooler must have relaxed me…because then I felt it. He slammed his hips forward and I screamed, except of course it wasn’t very loud because he was still kissing me. He put it all the way in me…well as far as he could get it anyway. It hurt again when he hit the back, but he just held it there for a long while and kissed me some more.

‘Damn, girl, that’s some sweet white pussy,’ he said between kisses as he started to move inside of me. It hurt still, but not so bad. It was more like the burning feeling you have for a long time after you skin your knee. He was nice and slow at first, until it quit burning so bad.

Then he started to move faster and faster. I could tell he was going deeper too, which shocked me…where was it going anyway? Then he threw my legs over his arms and lifted my ass off the bed. That made him go even deeper. I think I must have started to moan or whimper, because he said ‘You better be quiet, girl, or we’ll have company tonight.’ I was really shocked when he brushed the side of my face and replied, ‘Since Sally May says she thought you were a virgin, I had planned to keep it just the two of us this first time. But if you start oh-ing and aw-ing like you’s in heat, this room gonna be full of horny niggas wantin’ they turn at this fine white pussy.’

I certainly did not want that, so I nodded my head as he went back to thrust inside of me. Except suddenly it wasn’t hurtin’ no more. It started to feel good…real good. I was biting my lips and scrunching the sheets in my fingers to keep from screaming as he pounded deeper into me. He was sweating too…me too for that matter. Mama may say that ladies glow, but she obviously ain’t had a cock like that inside her pussy…you sweat.

In the end, I had to turn my head to the side and actually scream into the softness of the bed. It just felt that damned good. No, it felt great. I never came like that. Then I felt him cumming too…inside of me. I would have panicked, except I was still cumming.

But afterwards I did get real scared. I couldn’t get pregnant…not my first year in college. Sally May says she’ll take me to the clinic and get me on the pill as soon as my period comes.

Anyway, Ty, as he told me to call him, bribed the guard downstairs. I stayed the whole night in his room…just the two of us. Obviously, I got the thumbs up from him. Of course, I think Sally May and the other football players ain’t too happy with us. Ty decided that he would ‘keep my sweet white ass all to hisself.’

Well, I have to run now. I am off to cheerleading practice…and then over to Ty’s room. I’ll be back…sometime.

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Ooops I Lost My Bikini Bottom

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I might as well quit!

I sat in the changing room of my boss’s pool house, face in my hands, crying to myself. I had been half way up the pool’s ladder, just the lower half of my legs in the water when the hip ties of my bikini came undone. I hadn’t felt it at first and continued my climb. But the breeze on my exposed sex and the hoot from several of the guys in the pool let me know I was in trouble.

I had tried to put it back in place but all I could do was hold the fabric against my pubic hairs. I ran for the change room and here I sat, crying.

“Shannon, open the door.”

It was the boss’s wife Sharon, asking again to let her in.

“Shannon, hun, come on. Bill’s taken the rest of them inside.”

I leaned over and undid the lock, sitting back down with the towel over my lap. Sharon slipped in, closed the door, and locked it. She put her arms around me and I cried into her shoulder. I’m not a terribly innocent child but there were plenty in the pool that I didn’t want to see my pussy.

Sharon whispered into my hair, stroking my shoulders and back. It felt nice.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sssh, no need for apologies, it was just an accident. One that few are going to forget but still just an accident.”

I looked up into her face and saw her smile. I gave a little laugh too. I pounded one fist onto my knee “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

Sharon gave me another hug. “Quit killing yourself. The guys all got excited, some of the girls too I think and the gals that didn’t, well, they gave their guys a good thump!”

Another chuckle.

“In fact, I don’t Bruce is going to get any from his wife for some time to come. She’s so mad, the water turned to steam around her!”

Sniff and laugh.

Sharon leaned down, perhaps to kiss my forehead but I had turned my face up to thank her. Her kiss fell nearly on my lips. She pulled her head back but kept her hands on my shoulders. I just smiled and sniffed again.

“Thanks.” I said. Sharon kept looking at me, strange. Then her pressure on my shoulders increased and she drew me towards her, her lips gently falling on mine and holding me there. I closed my eyes and sighed. Slowly Sharon increased her lip pressure until our lips parted and tongues began to caress.

Sharon suddenly pulled back. “I’m sorry Shannon.” And she made to get up. I grabbed her hands. “No, no, its okay…it felt nice.”

Sharon stared down at me again, searching my eyes. I pulled her hands down and lay them on my chest, the thin fabric of my bikini top the only thing separating us. Sharon shivered. She knelt down in front of me her hands gliding over my breasts, the fingers teasing the rising mounds there.

“Shannon, it’s been so long.” She was shaking. I put my hands on her face and drew our lips together again. When we finally parted I asked, “What do mean it’s been so long?”

“I’ve had female lovers before Shannon, but it’s been years.” Her hands never stopped and I discovered that one of my breasts was exposed. “We use to have such wild times Shannon, Bill and I. We were quite the swingers. But age crept up on us.”

“Nonsense!” I said, coming my fingers through her thick wavy hair, fingers sliding over ear lobes and neck. “You are very beautiful!”

Sharon bent lower and kissed my nipple. I pulled her head onto my breast and she began to suckle me. I closed my eyes, tilted my head bad, lips slightly parted and moaned. Her fingers kept busy and she was able to free the other breast. Her mouth paid attention to that nipple too.

The towel was pulled off my lap and her fingers slid over my bush.

“I saw this in the pool and I my mouth watered from the memory.” Sharon whispered into my chest. I shuffled my ass forward, nearly off the bench and Sharon crouched lower, her tongue sliding over me. She explored me, like a lover returning to the scene, she picked her way through familiar territory until I was begging her to let do her.

But Sharon remained there between my legs, expertly licking, eating, and sucking me. And when her fingers entered my wet hole, I cried out just a little. Sharon ran her tongue hard against my clit, strong slow strokes while fingering me madly. The combination of speeds drove me wild and suddenly my cunt clamped down on her fingers and I came.

Sharon continued to clean me. “My turn.” I gasped.

“No time right now sweetie, we have to get you into the house. But will you promise to stay?”

“Yes, yes, of course I will.”

Sharon helped me get my top rearranged and knelt to my side to tie the bikini bottoms, giving one of my cheeks a playful nibble. I slipped up the stairs when we entered the house to get my clothes on. When I came back down, everyone was gathered in the entertainment room. The guys leered, a few of the wives scowled, but over at the bar, Sharon was whispering into Bill’s ear. He turned to her as if shocked. She rose up on her toes and gave him a big wet kiss.

Sharon slid back down, smiling up at him. Bill passed his tongue over his lips and his eyes grew wide. He turned and stared at me. Sharon waved me over.

I sat on the stool in front of the bar and nearly laughed at the biggest grin on Bill’s face. “What can I get for you Shannon?” he asks.

“I have a pretty good idea.” whispered Sharon and she playfully slid her hand along my thigh as she walked away to join the party.

“Really?” Bill asked, handing me a drink.

“Really.” I answered, winked and turned to the party myself. I hoped it wasn’t going to be too long before the other guests left.

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The Yard

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After a bad divorce I had moved to a new town. I found a job within a few weeks, but it was far from the ideal job. I was a mechanic’s helper in the city garage, working on garbage trucks, an often nasty job. Once in a while, after I was able to wash up enough, I stopped in at one of the local pubs, and in time got to know a couple of the other guys who seem to hang out there. I guess I bitched enough about my rotten job, until one day one of the guys who worked in the office of a big lumber yard, told me there was an opening in one of the yard crews. The next Monday morning I was at the lumber yard office applying for the open spot, and in a few hours I had a new job.

There were two yard crews, one for consumer sales, and one for commercial, with each crew having four guys. I was on the consumer crew, it would be hard work, I was told, but at least it was cleaner.

I worked with Ron, Buzz, and Frank, all good, hard working guys. I worked hard along with them, we laughed at my screw-ups, and by the end of the week I was catching on. Ron was the crew lead, and never seemed to get tired of showing me the “how-to’s,” but the other guys were just as helpful and I felt I was getting to be a part of the team.

On Friday, Ron told me he was having a barbeque get-together at his place, and did I want to come. All the other guys were married, but for some reason that weekend the wives weren’t coming. Since it wasn’t like I had anything else to do, I said sure I’d be glad to come and bring a case of beer, since the other guys were each bringing something.

Ron had a nice house on the outskirts of town with a big front porch and a detached garage where he kept a couple of rebuilt 50’s cars. He introduced his wife, Molly, who was a classic tall beautiful blonde with a great figure, I took time to note. He also introduced Molly’s sister June, who had been visiting for a few days, but who didn’t look anything like Molly. June was short with dark hair, not the beautiful type, instead was the cute tomboy type, but there was nothing tomboyish about her figure. Molly gave me her hand to shake when we were introduced, but June gave me a big hug, pressing herself firmly against me.

The barbeque area was in the back of the house, and shortly we had all the good stuff going. I had thought to bring two cases of beer, and as we cooked and ate, everything was washed down with a brew. I think Molly was drinking wine, but June was working on the beer along with the rest of us. Soon we were all stuffed with good barbeque, and found ourselves on the front porch steps shooting the bull. Molly sat on a top step with June next to her and somehow I wound up next to June. Molly and June were dressed almost alike with white blouses and short jeans shorts. Molly’s legs looked great in the shorts, and her bra-covered breasts pushed hard against her blouse. But June’s leg was feeling good against mine, and I kept glancing at the front of her blouse, trying to visualize what lay under. After one particularly long look I glanced up at her face and saw that she was looking directly at me. “Ah, busted,” I thought, then noticed that she was smiling. I was embarrassed, and looked away, then in a moment June got up and went into the house. In a minute she was back, holding two fresh brews, one of which she handed to me, then went and sat on a step below and to the side of me.

“Damn,” I thought, already missing her warm smooth leg against mine. But then I noticed she had unbuttoned one or two of the front buttons of her blouse, or was it my imagination?

No, it wasn’t, because now as she bent forward to hear what one of the other guys was saying, her blouse opened a little and I could see her white bra, and the soft creamy skin that was the beginnings of her breast. As my brain was registering this, she turned and again caught me looking, but again gave me a smile.

So I continued to half listen to the bull the other guys were shooting, and half kept looking down the front of June’s partly unbuttoned blouse. I glanced at June’s face every once in a while to see if she might be getting pissed that I was trying to see her titties, but she was facing forward, seemingly intent in what the guys were saying, but with that smile on her face still. I glanced over at Molly to see if she noticed what was going on and saw that she was looking at June with an almost-smile on her face, and I wondered what was going on in her mind.

I hadn’t yet finished the beer that June had given me, but she tilted her head back and drained her can, then got up and walked past me into the house. I assumed she was going to get another beer or to pee, or both. A few moments later she came back out and again took her seat on the step below me. I heard the guys all talking about the two old cars that Ron had in his garage and could tell that they were going to go look at them. I figured I was going to have to go too, although I’d much rather stay and try to get a glimpse of June’s tits. About that time I looked down the front of June’s blouse again, and saw that not only had she unbuttoned another button, but that I could see a nipple!

“Migod,” I thought, “She took off her bra while she was inside!” Oh, man, there was no way I was going to go look at cars now. The guys all got up and headed in the direction of the garage. June got up too, turned to go inside the house, and as she passed me she gave a little tug on my sleeve. I waited to see if the guys would notice that I wasn’t with them, but they walked on without a glance back toward me. Molly didn’t seem to know what to do, but after a second or so, she went into the house also.

After a pause I went in too, ready with an excuse that I had to use the bathroom if either of the girls questioned why I hadn’t gone with the guys. But once inside I didn’t see Molly, just June with her back toward me standing at the kitchen sink and looking out the window. I thought hell, I should just go for it, and moved in behind her and slipped my arms around her waist. She sighed a little and laid her head back against my shoulder. As I nuzzled her neck, she took my hands and moved them up onto her breasts. I caressed her soft titties for a few seconds, not really believing what was happening here, then got bolder and put my hands inside her blouse. I was getting hard by now, and as I rubbed my fingers along her nipples, June pressed back against me, pushing herself into my appreciative hard cock.

She rubbed up and down against me for a few moments, then murmured “Oh, Jeez, it’s been a damned long time since I’ve been touched like that. You better be careful or I’ll cum right here!” I smiled at that, but only for a second as she turned to take my face in her hands and gave me a deep kiss. As we kissed she took a hand and rubbed it along my stiff cock. I guess my hard cock passed the test, and she then took my hand and led me down the hall to what I figured was her room.

Once inside, I pushed the door closed with my foot as June sat down on the edge of the bed. I walked up to her, and as I did so, she slid down so that she was sitting on the floor with her back against the bed and at eye level with my crotch. She rubbed her hand along my hard dick for a moment, then reached up, undid my belt, pulled down my zipper, and tugged my pants down to my knees. She stroked my cock through my under shorts for a minute, then they were dragged down to my knees too. My hard dick was sticking out straight toward her face, and June just gazed at it for a few moments before taking it in her hand. Her hand felt soft and cool, and oh, so good as she stroked it softly. But then in another minute it was in her mouth, and if I thought her hand felt good on my cock, that was nothing compared to how it felt in her mouth.

Her lips pulled up and down along my cock skin as her head moved up and down. My cock could feel the softness and wetness of her mouth, and I could feel the fire beginning in my groin. She stroked my cock with her hand in rhythm as her mouth moved deeper along my cock. I moved forward, forcing June’s head back against the edge of the bed’s mattress, then leaned on the bed and began moving my hips back and forth. I was actually fucking her mouth now, with all the movements being mine, and pushing my cock deeper into her mouth with each stroke.

But I knew that I wouldn’t last long like that, so I moved back so that June could move her mouth away. But she didn’t stop her sucking and I knew I had to warn her that I was close to cumming.

“June, you had better stop,” I gasped. “I can’t hold back much longer!”

She stopped just long enough to take my cock out of her mouth and smile up at me while she continued to stroke me with her hand, then she bent back to me and started sucking and stroking faster.

“Oh, jeez,” I panted. “I’m gonna cum,” I warned once more, but June didn’t slow down. Then it was there, that hot movement down through my belly then out through my cock. I could feel the gush of cum going into June’s mouth. She hesitated for just a second as the first spurts went into her throat, then she continued milking my cock, taking shot after shot of my cum. As the last gushes subsided she smeared the leftover drops from the end of my prick around her lips, then with it back in her mouth, she continued to milk my softening dick.

In a few moments, after I had caught my breath, I lifted her to a sitting position on the end of the bed, then eased her back until she was lying with her butt on the end of the bed and her legs hanging down to the floor. Kneeling in front of her, I unzipped her shorts, and as I was pulling them off of her, she was already pulling down her panties. I gazed at her pussy for a second or two, then brushed against it lightly with my fingers. Her pussy was shaved, except for a small patch just above, and as I touched her smooth lips she shivered and let out a soft sigh. She was already so wet that I easily slid a finger inside of her, then two. She squirmed a little as my fingers entered her, then pushed against my hand so that my fingers were buried in her. I started a slow fucking movement with my fingers and in a moment she was moving her hips in time to my strokes. When my thumb found her clit she let out a soft moan and started moving harder against my hand.

Still kneeling, I took June’s legs and moved them over my shoulders, then leaned in and started to lick her pussy. I licked her outer lips at first, then pushed my tongue inside, softly at first, then more insistent, licking up and down and feeling her pushing against me, wanting my tongue in deeper. When I moved my lips to her clit, she gave a little yelp and pushed her hand to the back of my head, pushing my lips against it. I put my two fingers back into her and moved them in and out in time with sucking her clit. I could hear her breathing harder, giving little cries as I licked and finger fucked her. Then when I pressed against her asshole with my thumb and with all her dripping wetness it popped just inside, she gasped, then bucked wildly as my mouth, fingers and thumb brought her to a thrashing, moaning orgasm.

When she slowed and came down off her high, I pushed her up onto the bed and finished taking off my clothes, then took her blouse off her. June’s titties weren’t much bigger than my hand, but her nipples were large and hard. I slipped one into my mouth, then the other.

“Ummm,” she said, very contentedly. She soon pushed them up at me, mashing them into my face, and I could feel myself starting to get hard again.

I moved up to position my half-hard cock at her mouth and she greedily sucked me down. Her hand stroked me up and down as her lips tightened around me. I bucked my hips, feeding my cock in and out of her tight mouth, and in just a little bit I was as hard as ever.

I moved down between her legs and she spread them in invitation. I put her legs over my shoulders, moving her pussy up to meet my cock which was at her entrance. I rubbed it there for just a second or two, then in one hard thrust I buried myself in her.

“Oh, my God,” she gasped, then whimpered as I pushed as hard as I could, just grinding myself into her. I moved my cock out slowly until only the head was in her, then slammed into her pussy again. I pushed her legs back until her knees were up around her ears, and was able to lean into her, banging my cock into her, over and over.

Each time I stroked into her she gave a little cry, and I saw she had her fist in her mouth, biting it hard as she muffled the sounds of her oncoming orgasm. Her head was flailing back and forth, her face was sweaty, and suddenly I could feel her pussy convulse around my cock. The hand that wasn’t in her mouth was grabbing at the bedspread, pulling it, then pushing it away, and I could see all her facial muscles tense as the orgasm hit her.

I gradually slowed my strokes, then stopped, still deep in her, as her body slowly relaxed.

“Jeez, that was some screw,” she grinned. “Let me see what you did all that with.” I pulled my cock from her, all wet and glistening with her juices, and to my surprise she turned around, held my dick in her hand for a few seconds, and then took it in her mouth. I just leaned my head back and breathed deeply, realizing that my cock that just a few minutes ago had been in her wet, warm pussy was now in her wet warm mouth. Her mouth did different things than her pussy had done, but they were both oh, so good. I moved my hips in time to the motions of her hand and mouth, fucking her face as I had done before. But I had more plans in mind, so I didn’t want to cum again yet.

Reluctantly I pulled my cock from June’s mouth, and turned her over. Immediately she got the idea and got on her knees with her head down on a pillow. I moved behind her and once more slipped my dick into that inviting pussy. I started a slow steady stroking, and as I did, I moistened my thumb with her juices. As I stroked her pussy I rubbed my wet thumb around her asshole, then pushed against it until my thumb slid just a little bit inside. June gave a loud sigh, pushed back against me, and started stroking with my rhythm, pushing my cock and my thumb in and out of her.

After a few moments of this steady fucking motion, June pulled away from me, went into her bathroom, and returned with a small tube of lubricant. Wordlessly she handed me the tube, then got back on her knees. I again slid my hard cock into her wet pussy, setting up that familiar slow stroking motion. But this time I also spread the lubricant around her asshole, put some on my fingers, then pushed two fingers into her ass. She gave a loud gasp, then stroked with me, pushing my cock in and out of her pussy, and my fingers in and out of her ass.

Once I figured that I had loosened her up enough, I slipped my cock out of her pussy, put lubricant on it, and positioned it at the opening of her ass. I rubbed it around there, just playing, until June pushed herself hard up against me, and my cock slid about halfway into her ass. I stopped for a moment, letting her adjust to the feel of my cock, when just out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of some movement by the bedroom door. I know I had closed the door when I came into the room, but now it was just a little open, and what I had seen was just a flash of blonde hair as someone moved back away from the opening.

The only person I had seen there today with blonde hair was Molly, and I suddenly realized that she had been watching us, for how long I didn’t know. I fully expected her to have gone and gotten her husband and my boss Ron, and would come storming into the room at any second to break up June and I. But I figured, what the hell, I was going to enjoy the situation until they came, so I continued to slow stroke June’s ass pushing further and further in until I was completely buried in her. I pulled almost all the way out, then without warning, I slammed my cock deep into her. June let out a squeal, then when I continued to move out and slam back into her, she started to moan. “Uhh, uhh, uhh,” she groaned, each one in time to my strokes.

I glanced over at the door again, and again saw a glimpse of blonde hair, then realized that Molly was still there and hadn’t gone to get her husband to break up the enjoyment that June and I were having. She was actually staying by the door to watch.

But I was past caring about that now, let her watch, I thought. I felt the cum starting to rise in me again as June was thrashing around, and starting to cum as her ass was being fucked hard. As her squeals and moans got louder, she suddenly shivered, her whole body tensed, suddenly relaxed, then tensed again as she spasmed through her orgasm. I felt mine coming on also, but I didn’t want to cum in her ass which would give her a messy afternoon as the cum leaked back out, so I pulled out of her, intending to cum all over her soft ass cheeks.

But almost as soon as I pulled out of her ass, June quickly turned around, took a couple of strokes of my cock with her hand, then took my cock deep into her mouth. I watched as her lips slid up and down my raging hard dick, then started pumping with my hips. It felt different than pumping her ass, but still so very good and I knew my climax was coming on fast, so I quickly warned her.

“June, June, I’m going to cum,” I gasped. “I’m going to cum really quick.”

“Um,” was her response as she started to pump me faster, then it was there. I pumped her mouth as my cum spurted into her throat, spurt after spurt. I could see her swallow, but she kept on stroking me as each spurt erupted from my cock, then as I slowed she took my cock from her mouth and just held it to her face as the last few drops of cum dribbled out and dripped down her face.

I collapsed on the bed next to her, and as I did I glanced over at the door just in time to see it softly close. “Show’s over,” I thought, but wondered how much serious trouble I’d be in when word got back to my boss Ron about how I fucked his sister-in-law in his own house.

But June was murmuring in my ear. “I sure wish I didn’t have to leave tomorrow,” she said. “I know I’d be looking to do all this again. It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex, and I can’t remember ever having been fucked as well as you just did.”

I thought briefly about telling her how her sister was watching us, but thought better of it. Since I was perhaps going to have to deal with my own problem when and if Ron found out, I didn’t want to perhaps cause any sister to sister problems.

I guess I was being naive at the time, because I never expected what was going to happen next…

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Wife Has a Visitor

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The phone rang three times before my wife was able to answer it. I had been outside this Saturday afternoon working in our garden and just came in the door to hear the phone ring. I didn’t know who she was talking to. From her responses on the phone, it seemed to me some one was flirting with her.

After a few minutes, she asked me if it was alright for Jim to come over today. I suddenly knew what it was all about and told her it was OK with me. When she hung up, I told her we were expecting this to happen anytime. She smiled at me and acted very nervous. She went to the bathroom to freshen up.

We had talked about sharing sex with our good friends, Jim and Julie, during the past several months. They indicated they would share, but my wife kept saying, no. Finally, my wife said she would try it, but she wanted complete privacy with Jim for the first time. No one could watch. I thought that would not be a problem, because we could utilize two separate bedrooms. She still wasn’t satisfied with that arrangement. She said Jim could come over sometime when I’m not in the house. After that, we would decide what to do.

My wife came out of the bathroom with her hair combed and her makeup freshly applied. She had put on more lipstick than usual. Her lips looked very inviting. Evidently, she wanted to look pretty and sexy for Jim.

I asked, “Are you going to take off your jeans and put on something pretty.”

“No, Jim will have to be satisfied with me just the way I am dressed.”

I laughed and said, “He will soon take off your clothes anyway.”

She looked a little shocked to realize Jim would soon be seeing her nude. I think she suddenly realized what was going to happen.

She said, “I need some courage. Go fix a strong drink for me”

I went to the kitchen to mix drinks for us, but made hers a triple. As she started sipping her drink, I asked, “What do you want to do when you are in bed with Jim.”

She blushed and said, “I’m embarrassed to talk about it, especially to you. I haven’t had time to think about it.”

She was dressed in jeans and blouse. I suggested she remove her bra so that her nipples would show through the thin blouse.

She said, “ I’ll remove my bra later. I didn’t think about it being daylight. I would feel much better if it was dark to be naked with Jim. I’ll be embarrassed today.”

“You have beautiful breasts and a body you can be proud to show. I’m sure Jim will be very pleased.”

She had quickly consumed the drink and asked for another. I mixed another triple for her. I’ve lived with her long enough to know that when she is feeling high, she loses her inhibitions and becomes sexually aggressive. I expected this second drink would loosen her up. Soon, she started talking more and I knew it was time for me to ask again what she expected to do in bed with Jim. I said, “Are you going to give Jim a blow job?”

She looked a little startled and responded, “Do you think I should and do you think he would like it?”.

“There is no doubt in my mind that Jim would be thrilled if you did. He would love it.”

“In that case, Jim and I will take a shower first because you know I like to be thoroughly clean when doing that.”

“You might consider a six nine position so that Jim can tongue your pussy while you go down on him.”

“Now you’re wanting me to expose the most intimate part of my body to him during daylight.”

“I’m sure that would turn Jim on.”

“OK, if that is what it takes, I’ll spread my legs wide and let him have a close look at my pussy and ass.” She humorously said, “He can even put his nose in it if he desires.”

We both laughed.

“Do you want him to tease your ass with his finger the way you like me to do?”

“That would probably feel good.”

The drinks were making her feel loose and willing to talk sex.

I said, “What else are you going to do with Jim.”

“I’ve decided to give him the best blow job he ever had. Then I’ll let him fuck me as long as he can get an erection. I’ll give him an afternoon he will long remember.” She paused. “Jim should be here any minute now, why don’t you go back and work in the garden. I’ll wait here in the house for him”

I thought, she is really primed for sex. Jim is going to have the thrill of a life time with my wife. I reluctantly returned to hoe the weeds in the garden.

Jim drove his car in the drive way and got out. He noticed me in the garden at the side of the house. He started walking toward me, then I walked to meet him. We shook hands and talked about the beautiful sunny day being a little hot. Nothing was said about sex or why he had come over to our house. We both knew the plan. The less talk right now, the better. I commented that my wife was in the house.

Jim left to ring the front door bell. I heard the door open and my wife’s voice to invite him in. Jim would soon find out what a sexy wife I have.

I continued to hoe the weeds, but my mind was elsewhere. It being a warm day, the windows of our house were open. I was wondering which bedroom they would use. A few minutes later, I heard voices from the upstairs bedroom window on the side of the house next to the garden. Maybe I’ll be lucky to hear what they say.

They were not talking loud enough for me to make out what they were saying. I heard my wife give a little squeal, and then Jim laughed. I wondered what he did to her. I leaned on the hoe handle and listened for more sounds.

I heard Jim say, “Off it comes.”, then a pause, “Your breasts are beautiful.”

I assumed he would be nibbling on them by now. I didn’t hear anything for a few minutes. I could only assume they were kissing and removing their clothes.

The upstairs bathroom also had a small high widow on this side of the house. Soon, I heard the shower going and Jim said, “Come on in”.

I knew my wife was planning to wash his cock before she gave him a blow job. Then there was some giggling by my wife. I heard muffled voices over the noise of water showering on them. I assumed he was washing my wife’s beautiful body after she had washed his cock and balls. A few minutes later, the water was turned off, but I could not hear any voices. My wife gave another little squeal and Jim laughed again. I was curious to know what he was doing. Was he goosing her or giving her a sexy pinch on her butt. I must remember to ask my wife what Jim did to make her squeal.

The window was open in the bedroom and the blind was pulled up. If they walked around the side of the bed next to the window, I might see them. They were very quiet. Now that they had dried off, they were probably standing up and kissing while their naked bodies were pressed together. He probably had a finger in her pussy by now. Maybe she had a hand on his cock.

As they came back in the bedroom, I heard my wife say, “Let me take off the bed spread.”

They both walked by the window giving me a glimpse of my wife’s body from her naked breasts up. I saw the top part of his naked body right behind her. I got a glimpse of him kissing her before they laid down on the bed. They disappeared from my sight. Then it was quiet for awhile. I assumed they had stopped kissing and she probably had his cock in her mouth by now. If so, Jim must really be enjoying it. I knew one thing for sure. I was going to give my wife a very good fucking after Jim left. I kept wishing they would say something so I would know what they were doing.

I heard Jim say, “Ooohhh! That is so good.”

I wondered if she had just deep throated his cock. If so, there would be more noise from him.

Then I heard him continue several times, “Oooooohhhhhh……”

There was no doubt in my mind that she was lying on top of him in a six nine position. She told me earlier that is what she planned to do. She is now alternating going down on his cock, licking the head, feeling and mouthing his balls. She is probably using her tongue all around his bottom similar to the way she does me. During this time Jim is looking at her pussy and ass, probably kissing her clit and running his tongue up and down her slit. She always enjoyed that.

I was wondering if he was fingering her ass as yet. He might not try it on his own, but I think she will tell him to move his finger up and down the crease of her ass and insert it. I couldn’t hear anything from my wife, but I could hear Jim’s vocalization.

Occasionally, I heard Jim say, “You are so sexy. You are the best. Keep doing it.”

Evidently, he is really enjoying the super blow job my wife is giving him. The grunts and sounds of sex continued. Then, Jim’s voice became louder and began to grunt very loud. Evidently, he was shooting his cum, spurt after spurt, in my wife’s mouth. His groans and grunts continued as I knew my wife was continuing to suck the last bit of cum from his cock.

My wife usually becomes vocal when she has an organism, but I didn’t hear her. Of course, she can’t make much noise with a cock in her mouth. Then the noise subsided. They are probably relaxing with my wife still lying on top of him with his limp cock in her mouth. I didn’t hear anything for awhile. They started softly talking but I couldn’t understand very much.

I did heard Jim say, “It won’t take long for me to be ready again.”

“Don’t worry, we have all afternoon”, she said.

I had been leaning on the hoe handle, but didn’t want to work. I decided to sit on a small bench that was handy and listen to more voices and noises from upstairs. I looked at my watch to see that about ten minutes had gone by before I heard them talk again.

My wife said, “I’ll help you get it up again. What position do you want?”

Jim answered, but I didn’t quite understand. Anyway, he is getting ready to fuck her.

My wife said, “Get in position and let me aim it with my hand.”

I then heard Jim give a groan and a big sigh as if he had just plunged his cock all the way in my wife’s pussy. Now they were quiet Probably, slowly fucking and taking time for tongue searching kisses for added sexual pleasure. Jim had already cum once, so they would take their time to enjoy many long kisses while his cock was buried in her hot pussy. I looked at my watch.

I heard Jim say, “You are so sexy, I can hardly believe I am here with you.”

It was quiet again as they continued to fuck. I then thought I heard a faint grunt. Yes, it sounded as if Jim was grunting as the sound became louder. I looked at my watch to see they had been fucking for at least twenty minutes. I could now picture in my mind a vision of Jim pounding his hard cock in her pussy. Then I heard my wife make her usual loud moans as she approaches an orgasm. Her moans sounded so familiar, I knew she was going through an orgasm. Jim became very vocal. Evidently his cum was filling my wife’s pussy. It wasn’t very long before I heard my wife’s voice.

“Wait a minute before you pull out.”

She had told me that many times when we finished so she could get some tissues to catch the cum before it soiled the bed. I knew exactly what they were doing right now. Sometimes she puts my limp cock in her mouth before getting out of bed to clean up. I wondered if she now had Jim’s limp member in her mouth. I will have to ask her later.

Before today, my wife was very apprehensive about having sex with another man. From what I could hear, it sounded as if her sexual experiment was successful. If so, now maybe we can continue the relationship in a more open fashion. I will have the opportunity to have sex with Jim’s very pretty wife. I heard the commode flush up stairs and assumed my wife and Jim were cleaning up.

I was wondering if they were going to get dressed. They seemed to be in no hurry to come down stairs. I heard them talking in the bedroom but couldn’t hear much what they were saying. It sounded as if they were going to stay upstairs and continue with more sex.

I could barely hear my wife say, “We can do it again if you want to stay.”

Jim responded in a clear voice, “I would really like to stay.”

I could barely hear my wife’s response, “Alright, I’ll help you get it hard.”

I could only assume she would take his cock in her mouth to get it hard. He liked the first blow job so good, maybe she will give him another. It was quiet for a long time. I assume she had his cock in her mouth.

Then I heard Jim say, “Turn around and let’s try it in this position.”

Evidently, he was going to fuck her again now that she had his cock hard. I looked at my watch. Five minutes went by, then ten, then fifteen. He was really taking his time to fuck her and enjoy the feeling. I didn’t hear anything, but they could have switched to other positions during this long time.

Then I heard him grunt and groan loud and practically shout that he was cumming. I didn’t hear anything from my wife. Maybe she was not having an orgasm but was allowing him to fuck her for his own benefit. My wife would enjoy it even though she might not have an orgasm. Jim’s vocal noises finally subsided. Then I heard them talking.

She said, “Let me get the tissues before you pull out”

Jim responded, “OK. That was so good, you are so very sexy.”

Now they began to talk loud enough so I could hear.

He said, “I hope I didn’t wear you out.”

“No, I enjoyed every minute of it. I’m glad you came to see me this afternoon. Now I feel we four can get together to extend our friendship in a more intimate fashion. Sorry, I had such a hang up to begin with. I thought I was going to be embarrassed this afternoon especially since it was daylight, but I feel good about it. You are a very good lover.” She hesitated, then said, “Go ahead and get dressed, I’ll stay right here for my husband. I’m sure he has the hots now.”

I went around to the front of the house to wait for Jim. He came out the front door with a big smile.

He said, “Your wife is upstairs waiting for you. I think she is a fantastic girl. You are lucky to have her all the time. While I was upstairs, we talked about you and your wife coming to our house tomorrow night for a big party. You know what kind of party I’m talking about. I’ll talk to Julie when I get home to see if it alright with her. I’ll have Julie call you.”

While I was talking to Jim, I noticed he had my wife’s lipstick smeared on his lips and on other parts of his face. I didn’t want to tell him that. I wanted him to go home and let Julie see him. The thought went through my mind that he probably had traces of lipstick on his cock. Maybe that is why my wife applied so much lipstick. Maybe she applied more between sexual encounters. When Jim left, I quickly went up stairs. My wife was lying naked on top of the bed waiting for me. She had that fresh fucked look. Her hair was messed up and her lipstick smeared.

She smiled and said, “Did you see my lipstick on Jim’s face? I wanted to send him home to his wife like that. She will know we had a good time.”

I didn’t know girls could be so catty, and we’re supposed to be good friends. I’m sure she did it as a joke.

I said, “I have to take a quick shower to get rid of the garden dirt and sweat.”

When I came back into the room, she was lying on her back with her legs parted. I could smell sex. Her pussy lips were red and swollen from the fucking Jim had given her. I was so turned on by the thoughts of another man fucking my beautiful wife and here she was just waiting for me. I saw tissues laying on the floor. These were the ones she used to catch Jim’s cum as he pulled out of her. Evidently, she had not gone to the bathroom to clean up after the last time because I could see Jim’s cum oozing from her. I assume she wanted me to fuck her with Jim’s cum still in her. That’s OK with me, I’ll just add mine to Jim’s.

I could hardly wait for her to tell me all the details of what she and Jim did. I laid on my back while she moved above me to sit on my cock. Before she could sit on my cock, some cum was dripping out of her pussy down on me. She sat on me as my cock became fully buried in her. She was very juicy and stretched. She then started telling me everything they did from the minute Jim came in the front door until he left.

Jans Wedding Night

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Jan was 23 when I met her and completely modest in every way. She was quiet and shy and blushed at the slightest hint of anything suggestive. The way she dressed was fitting with her strict upbringing, and her figure was petite. 5’4″, 125 lbs, long dark hair, pale blue eyes. Great legs, but always kept hidden under skirts. A small, tight bottom that looked incredible in tight pants, and 34B breasts that were always hidden under a bra.

We began dating and though we did not marry for three years, the furthest I got with her physically was some groping over her clothes of those firm breasts and that marvelous rear. Neither one of us was a virgin and she openly admitted to allowing a past boyfriend have his way with her. Nevertheless she insisted we wait until after marriage, and though this was during the freewheeling 70s, I respected her wishes and held back. The closest I got to seeing her body was in a modest bikini, although the cold water sometimes would force her nipples to push through her top and make it obvious that there were some incredible nipples underneath. This is the first installment of my collection of true stories about my girl, starting with the night I first saw the real Jan . . . . on our wedding night.

The ceremony was small and casual with just a few friends and family. We made it to a nice hotel room in Los Angeles on the 10th floor. In room Jacuzzi and all the extras. The bride wanted to get out of wedding dress without messing it up, so she went off to change in the bathroom. She came out wearing a black satin floor length nightgown which stood out perfectly against her pale skin. I smiled in approval and watched her slowly turn and model for me. The nipples I had been waiting so patiently to see were pressing out against the fabric, and as she stood a few feet from where I was sitting she ran her fingers up over her stomach and under her breasts. Her fingers were noticeably trembling as she gently cupped her breasts for a few seconds, then brushed over both of those incredible points. Her blushing increased and a tiny moan escaped at the stimulation, as if she wanted to act sexy and tease me, but couldn’t quite find the nerve. We embraced and kissed deeply, again causing her to moan and tremble all over. We had kissed passionately many times, but not with this much anticipation.

The first of many memorable hot moments in our relationship happened at that point. Jan stepped back and pushed my arms down and my hands away from her. She looked straight into my eyes and sighed as she untied the sash around her waist. The gown opened slightly revealing the pale skin between her breasts. In exquisite slow motion, she reached up, her hands shaking, and began to open the gown for my eyes. For the first time I saw those awesome pink nipples. They were pointing straight out and even bigger than I imagined. The areola were also bigger than I thought- the classic silver dollar size- and as the fabric fell away it caught on one of the nipples and made it snap back into place. She giggled slightly and watched me for my expression, and she must have liked it, because she smiled widely let me feast on the sight.

Of course my hands were quickly up and inspecting her for the first time over bare skin, and she groaned as I softly pinched the tips and lifted those firm mounds of flesh. As she stared into my eyes I slipped the gown back and off her shoulders, allowing it to fall at her feet. She stood there in silky black tap pants (loose fitting panties like small boxers) and black heels (nice touch with the shoes!) We embraced, kissed, fondled, and eventually moved a few feet to the bed, where I gently lowered her to her back and continued the exploration. I will never forget the first time I took one of those perfect stiff nipples into my mouth. She inhaled sharply and grabbed my arms, but allowed me to continue.

I soon had her arms up above her head as I licked and sucked on her breasts like they the first I had ever tasted. Her excitement was already growing as she obviously was very sensitive with those rock-hard points. She had begun to hump against my leg, and as I began kissing lower over her belly and toward those little pants. She rolled over quickly and complained that I was overdressed. I would have been happy to get naked in about 10 seconds, but she reached out and began unbuttoning my shirt very slowly, then unzipped and pulled at my pants. I was then sitting next to her in my shorts, with an obvious pole pushing out the front. She smiled and lightly ran her hand over it, then playfully climbed on top of me and pushed me onto my back. She straddled me and immediately placed her crotch directly over mine, and she got this wicked smile and she began rocking on top of me, feeling my erection press between her legs.

That’s when memorable moment #2 took place. Her hair was messy and her breathing increasingly heavy as she dry humped me and looked right into my eyes. “I told you it would be worth waiting for!” she purred, and I first realized that there just might be a wild, daring lover under that conservative exterior. With that she slid down over my body and began kissing my stomach. I laid back to enjoy and felt my shorts being pulled lower. Not wanting to miss this moment, I arched my back and pulled my head up in time to see her looking straight at my cock for the first time. She removed the shorts without looking away from me, and then firmly took my dick into her hands. With an expression of complete lust, she opened her mouth and took the head between her lips. With her hands, lips and tongue she made love to my cock like a pro, and I soon felt the rising of an impending orgasm. I warned her that I was going to cum, figuring she may want to pull away, but she just moaned, looked up at me and mumbled “cum in my mouth.” And I did exactly that!

She swallowed and took every drop and then licked and savored the remaining stuff still leaking out. My hard-on remained (as it often did in the younger days) even though I was drained, and she climbed back up and straddle me again, directly over my chest. Her breathing was chocked and she was trembling more than ever and she swayed over me and ran her hands over the front of her tap pants. I watched her fingers stay between her legs and even under the material a few times, and I could smell her scent. I began to lower the waistline, but could not get them off with her kneeling over me. Her dark curly bush came into view, and that’s when memorable moment #3 took place. Her pubic hair was trimmed on the side for a bathing suit, but otherwise full and lush, yet standing up in the middle of it was the biggest clitoris I had ever seen! It was roughly the size of a fingertip and angled toward my chest, with the fleshy hood unable to cover the shiny tip. It was bright pink and wet, and all I could say was “Oh my God!” She moaned and blushed, and pressed up into her lower folds with a finger from underneath. I was totally blown away and had to see this woman naked!

She sensed my intent and sat down next to me, waiting to see my reaction. I laid her back and went right back to pulling on those panties, and she raised her butt to allow them to slide down and off. She kept her legs together, but even in that position her mega-clit was standing out and visible. I took a leg and began to move it to the side, and for the first time I felt her resist a little, then she allowed me to spread her apart and see it all. There before me was this curly dark bush with a thick clit poking out, and the most awesome labia I had every dreamed of! Her wide open thighs and obvious excitement caused the flesh to actually part on its own. The right side was slightly longer than the left, but like a flower opening to the sun, her gorgeous labia were on display.

She asked me what I thought and I stammered “are you kidding?” She looked genuinely concerned.

“I always thought they were too big,” she said softly. “You know . . they stick out too much?” I insisted they were incredible (this happened to always be a big fantasy of mine) and I told her they were amazing. This seemed to relax her enough to press her pelvis up a little in encouragement, and I dove in, licking, kissing and sucking those fleshy petals into my mouth. She exploded with the first of many orgasms that night, shaking and bucking as if she felt it to her core. I had to back off the clit a few times as it became very sensitive, but I was more than happy to change positions and climb on top of her. With her legs pulled high in the air, I looked over that perfect pussy again, with the dangling outer lips and even the wet inner lips showing, and I put my aching cock at the opening. She bit her lip and looked up at me in anticipation, and as I slipped inside her for the first time she came instantly with a long moan of pleasure. I did not last long that first time and soon pushed as deep as I could as my semen shot inside her womb.

The rest of the night was exhausting, and we licked, sucked, fingered and fucked for hours. We woke up in the morning sticky all over with dry sperm and sweat, still totally naked on top of the bedspread. We cleaned up in the Jacuzzi tub, fucked again in the water even though she was getting sore, and then I helped clean her out by holding her over one of the jets and letting the water shoot into her pussy. Of course this brought on another massive orgasm, and I knew the journey had begun. My little shy girl was on her way to becoming an uninhibited sexual animal!

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Sapphic Stewardess

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I had just completed my sophomore year in college. I grew up in Boston and had spent my entire life in New England. Now I was attending one of those prestigious but rather prim ‘seven sister’ colleges of which my mother and my two older sisters were both alumni. And that was after years at a dreary preparatory school my mother, too, insisted I attend. After all, mother, grandmother before her, and my two sisters had gone there and it was another of those absurd ‘family traditions’ to which they insisted I, too, adhere. While in some ways it is advantageous to grow up privileged, as I had, it can also be very stifling. Especially in that austere world of the New England aristocracy. We were all so damned ‘civilized’ that sometimes I wanted to puke. Often when your upbringing is overly refined and ‘proper,’ as mine was, one’s imagination becomes very fertile. One dreams of wallowing in more tawdry terrains, of transgressing the bounds of propriety, of deviating sharply from the expectations of polite society… of being free and wild! And this is especially true in the sexual domain where three centuries of Puritanical influence have had their effect on the sexual climate of the region and, in particular, its more ‘proper’ denizens.

Now that I was in college I was better able to exercise that freedom I had so long sought — but only to an extent. For the ‘prestigious’ New England four-year women’s college in many ways only continues the constraints of the kind of childhood I had experienced. Freedom was still stifled, now not only by an old-fashioned puritanism, but by a new form of shrill puritan body of belief — a pervasive feminism which insisted, no less than the pulpit, that only certain beliefs and behaviors were ‘proper’ for a woman. And so, still, I longed for the open, unfettered, spacious freedom I had so long sought. A freedom where I wouldn’t have to constantly conceal my needs and desires from others who would think them inappropriate.

And naturally, as is the case with so many women my age, the freedom I was especially eager to taste at this stage of my life was sexual freedom.

You see, I am blessed (or cursed, some would say) with a intense, sometimes rapacious libido. I was aware of this from the first early simmering moments of my sexual awakening. My girlfriends had long regarded me as being ‘boy crazy’. My chronic yearning for pleasures that could be achieved with the opposite sex — and with one’s own fingers! — had grown steadily to the point where I can now honestly and unabashedly claim that I am quite thoroughly addicted to sex. It’s probably not too much of an exaggeration to say that I am addicted to my own surging, volcanic libido. Maybe one day if this gets out of hand I’ll need to visit one of those Sexaholics Anonymous chapters and confess to my many excesses. But for the time being I am more than happy wallowing in and gorging on hefty doses of uninhibited eroticism.

So the plans I had made for this summer excited me with their prospects. I would be working as a waitress in the dining room of a very expensive and luxurious Wyoming dude ranch. One of my friends in college, Beth, was from Wyoming and had already worked at several of the area’s ranch resorts during high school and college, for several summers now. Through her efforts I was able to obtain a summer job out there, in dude ranch country.

Beth had often regaled me with tales of the kind of easy freedom and looseness people out West seemed to enjoy, so very different from my own rigid upbringing amidst the cotillions and country clubs of New England. Now I was eager and curious to experience that kind of world for myself.

Though I had been to Europe several times and even lived in London for a year as a little girl when my father was stationed there as a diplomat, I had never really spent much time outside of New England. But I was young and adventurous and was always eager to broaden my horizons. And when Beth started telling me, with a lewd little wink, about the manly men out in Wyoming that sure was extra incentive! Beth knew very well how eager I always was to familiarize myself with all the varieties of masculinity! As a red-blooded twenty year old American woman I’d had my fair share of experience with men. But now I was ready for more. A lot more!

Finally I boarded the plane which would take me to Salt Lake City. Beth would pick me up there and we’d drive up to Wyoming together. I booked a night flight, hoping I could sleep the night, and arrive in Salt Lake City the next morning without wasting a day flying. But the flight was almost completely booked and it was hot, noisy and very uncomfortable, even though I managed a window seat and was lucky enough not to have anyone sitting in the seat next to mine.

With the flight so heavily booked the stewardesses had more than their share of work. And I had to admire how they went about it. Briskly and with a smile, no matter how much pressure they seemed to be facing. And, believe me, with crying babies,

fearful flyers, and the cranky demands of a myriad of flyers there was a lot of pressure.

I especially noticed one of the stewardesses, one who seemed to show real grace under pressure. Her name plate said ‘Christine.’

Christine was a real knockout. I’d heard to men in the boarding area say to each other that the stewardesses at this new airline were said to be rather attractive. And this Christine was so overwhelmingly chic and svelte that I would’ve expected her to be a fashion model. She was tall and slim and blond and had a perfect figure, even in those dully tailored outfits stewardesses are forced to wear. Christine was assigned to my section of the plane and she was very helpful, getting me a couple of aspirin when I needed them, and just smiling and generally being very being courteous, which, believe me, you can come to appreciate on an overbooked flight with a lot of grumpy, dissatisfied passengers on it.

Well, if I thought I could just drop off to sleep and wake up in Salt Lake City nice and rested, I was wrong. Instead I was having terrible trouble getting any rest. It was late, and the plane was dark, and everyone but me finally seemed to be sleeping. I was squirming in my seat trying to fall asleep too, when Christine approached me.

“Would you like a blanket?” she asked me.

“I looked everywhere for one, but there didn’t seem to be any more left,” I said. Since this was a fully booked flight, the few blankets and pillows seemed to have quickly disappeared from sight almost immediately.

“Let me go see if I can find one for you,” she said with a sweet, gracious smile.

Soon she returned with a blanket.

“Here you go,” she said, unfolding it for me.

I thanked her and covered myself. Maybe now I could finally get some sleep.

“Mind if I take this seat next to you and try to get some shuteye myself? I had to give up my usual seat to a mother with a crying infant.”

“No. Go right ahead.”

I was sitting in the window seat and she took the seat beside me.

“Here, we can share this blanket,” I said.

We draped the blanket over ourselves and shut our eyes. But still I couldn’t sleep. Maybe I’d have to get more comfortable. I was wearing a pair of very tight jeans and they were digging into my crotch. Not the sort of garment you should wear on a cross-country flight. A loose dress would’ve been a much wiser and much more comfortable choice. But as usual, I wouldn’t listen to my mother’s very sensible suggestions and insisted on wearing a pair of sexy but much too tight jeans.

It was dark, I was covered by a blanket, so I thought I could discreetly take off my jeans and get a little bit more comfortable

I guess all my squirming must’ve woken up Christine, who had fallen asleep.

“What are you doing there?” she asked drowsily.

“I’m taking off my jeans, and trying to get more comfy so that maybe I can finally fall asleep.”

I felt much better now that I was in my panties, and closed my eyes again. It was pretty tight quarters here so Christine lifted the armrest, removing the divider between us and giving us both more room. Now, with nothing on below my waist but a

pair of silk bikini panties, I could feel her against me. I hoped she didn’t mind me getting partly undressed like this. It was a rather intimate thing to do, I realized.

Then something Christine did made me think she didn’t mind at all. She turned around and cuddled up against my back. I didn’t know what to think or do. Was this just an innocent, semi-conscious move on her part? Or was something more going on? Naturally, the thought raced through my mind that she might be bi-sexual and have a fondness for girls. I was straight myself and had never had sex with another female. But going to an women’s college I was quite thoroughly familiar with girls who liked to put the moves on other girls, even though I myself had successfully resisted such overtures in the past. I had been tempted once or twice, but for the most part the lesbians that came on to me in college had very little sex appeal. They were the sorts who stayed up reading feminist tracts while drinking herbal tea. Maybe if one of them had approached me with raw sex on her mind I would have been more receptive! In fact, the only truly intimate experience I had ever had with another female — and it wasn’t what I’d call a full-blown sexual episode — was not with another student, but with one of my professors. This happened early the past semester.

A few months ago my French Lit professor asked me to see her after class so she could talk to me about something and I was prepared for the worst. For I knew exactly why she wanted to see me, and dreaded it. And she was my favorite professor too. I knew I shouldn’t have plagiarized a paper for her course, but I did and now I was certain she had caught on and that’s why she wanted to see me.

“I think you know why you are here Annie,” she said sternly, though with a rather sexy purr to her voice.

I nodded, figuring it was pointless to protest.

“Are you aware that the penalty for plagiarism is expulsion from the college?”

“Oh God, Professor Marceau My parents will kill me if I get thrown out of school. I’m really sorry I plagiarized that paper. It’s just that I had so many things on my mind. Couldn’t you punish me in some other way?” I begged her.

“Have you some other kind of punishment in mind perhaps?”

I sure did. I had thought about what my strategy would be at this point and had decided on a plan of action. So now I turned around, lifted up my skirt, and pulled my panties halfway down my trim, but shapely ass.

“Maybe you could spank me?” I said coyly, having heard from other girls in my all-women’s college that Professor Marceau was a notorious lesbian. And not an old battleaxe bulldyke either, like some of the other profs around here, but a very attractive young woman not yet out of her twenties.

“Hmmmmmh, that may be a suitable punishment.”

I had a feeling she’d go for it. I’ve got a perfect little ass, the sort that makes women who are horny for their own sex cream. Believe me, I know. There are plenty of women on this campus who undress me with their eyes every day. At a woman’s college you have to get accustomed to that, even to use it to your advantage in gaining special favors.

And I could tell Professor Dumont was a sex-obsessed woman, the way she was having us read Marquis de Sade and stuff like that.

I took my skirt off as provocatively as possible. Then rolled my panties down my thighs. I figured it couldn’t hurt for me to be as sexy as possible now with my French Lit professor. Plus, for some reason I was beginning to feel strangely aroused myself.

I walked around her desk to her chair and got over her knees, wiggling my naked buttocks in her face.

“Spank my cute little ass. Punish me for being bad,” I said, a thumb in my mouth.

Soon I felt the flat of her hand come down sharply on my ass cheeks. Then again. And again. I winced as I realized this wasn’t just a game I was playing, but that I really was being punished. Suddenly I found all this terribly exciting. Stretched over her lap like this and getting my buttocks slapped real, real hard. I’ve always tended to be rather wicked and, I suppose, deep down I knew I deserved, and maybe even needed, occasional punishment like this.

“You’ve been very bad and naughty, haven’t you, Annie?” she said in an authoritative voice as she kept spanking me.

“Yes, yes! I have been bad. I deserve this kind of punishment. I need it! Spank me harder,” I purred sexily.

God, was my sore bottom ever tingling and burning now. I also felt something else. I felt my pussy becoming quite moist. I would’ve done anything to dig a few fingers in there and relieve the tension while I was being spanked, but I wasn’t quite sure how my Prof would react to that.

I could hear her breathing heavily now and I guessed that my pussy wasn’t the only one that was moist. So I took a chance. And did something I had never ever done in my life, though I had fantasized about it on occasion. While she kept spanking me I slid a hand up her leg, and then further up her sleek thigh, to the crotch of her panties which I now discovered were absolutely soaked. I managed to slip a couple of fingers under the elastic of her panties and to dig them into her cunt. For the first time in my life I was actually touching a pussy other than my own. My fingers trembled as I probed the aroused flesh.

As my Prof felt that, she ceased spanking me and just started breathing real hard.

“So you like ‘punishing’ me, huh Professor Marceau?” I teased as I fingered her. “It excites you?”

All she could do was sigh even more deeply. I found her clit with my fingertip. It was as big and smooth as a marble. The only clit I had ever fingered prior to this had been my own. With that one I had plenty of practice though!

“Thanks for the ‘punishment,’ professor,” I said with a sexy wink after her body trembled like a leaf in climax. I knew I’d have no further problem with my plagiarism. I got up off her lap, pulled up my panties and slid down my skirt as she fell back in her chair, panting deeply in utter satiation.

So even though I could claim I was still more or less straight, that encounter had certainly sensitized me to female-female arousal. And so now I was thinking that if Christine should be bi, then my having stripped down to my panties like this must’ve seemed quite a provocation to her. Why, I could see how to her eyes it may even have seemed like an invitation to become more familiar with me.

I got my answer soon enough when I felt her hand moving slowly over my breasts, squeezing them gently as a finger rubbed against my hardened nipple. Then she glided her hand down over my stomach to the crotch of my panties. A year ago I would have resisted such an overture, but somehow, now, it all seemed right. The two of us, nuzzled up together in a dark jet, unable to sleep, covered by a blanket which concealed from onlookers any little games going on beneath it.

Then her hand slid under the elastic of my panties and reached for my pubic mound, just as my own had slid under my French Lit professor’s undies. I was feeling really moist down there as her fingers found my slit and began to caress me. Her fingers down there felt just sublime. And the warmth of her body against mine was somehow intoxicating.

She brought her lips up to whisper in my ear.

“You’re so moist down there!”

I didn’t quite know what to say. This was the first time another female had ever touched my pussy. For a moment my old heterosexual defenses reared their head and I thought about removing her hand from my private parts but, instead, I found myself feeling blissfully happy having her caress me like this. The wetness creeping up on me down there was clearly and unambiguously expressing me feelings

“I’m moist because I’m excited,” I whispered, looking over my shoulder at her, seeing her eyes glisten with arousal, even in the darkened cabin.

I squirmed up against her under the blanket as she expertly fingered me, finding the swollen nub of my engorged and intensely aroused clit.

“Why don’t you follow me down to the rest room. We can do things there we can’t do in our seats,” she said in a husky, sexy whisper.

She got up and, like a zombie, I followed her. I wrapped the blanket around me to cover myself up so I wouldn’t have to put on my jeans. Still, I was self-conscious. But no one seemed to notice. Everyone was asleep.

When we got to the rest rooms in the rear of the plane, Christine told me to go inside and to leave the door unbolted. I guess she wanted to be discreet. After all, a stewardess could probably get herself fired if she was caught going down on a passenger. Even a female passenger! I’m sure that enjoying a bout of cunnilingus with a female passenger is as frowned upon as sucking a male passenger’s cock. Maybe even more so.

Christine slipped inside the stall and locked the door behind her. You know how tiny those airplane toilets are. There’s hardly room for one in there, let alone two. But we managed.

“I’ve got to confess something, I’ve never done it with another woman,” I said, “I thought I should tell you that.”

Her eyes gleamed when she heard I was novice in the domain of girl-girl sex.

“You relax, okay? Probably the reason you can’t sleep is because you’re a tad horny. And I’m going to take care of that. Just sit down on the toilet,” she told me.

She pushed aside the blanket that was still covering me, and then pulled down my panties and removed them, spreading apart my legs. And then she deftly managed to wiggle her way to her knees between my open thighs.

“What a pretty little pussy,” she whispered breathlessly, “So young and so moist. And so very tasty, I bet.”

“Have a taste and see,” I said, suddenly feeling brazen as I spread my legs even further apart,

“I think I will,” she said, gazing up at me, lust in her sparkling blue eyes.

She began to gently kiss the inside of my thighs, slowly bringing her lips upwards towards my pussy, teasing me. By this time I desperately wanted her tongue right at the center of my femininity, deep in the folds of my throbbing vulva.

And I was not disappointed. For the next thing I knew her slippery tongue was pressing against my aroused membranes, licking me sensually. I closed my eyes and sighed, luxuriating in the profound pleasure.

“Shhhhhh!” she said, “We’ve got to be quiet.”

I suppose my sighing had grown a little loud.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s just that you’re excited. And that makes me excited. Excited and… hungry!”

She returned to my pussy. I’ve always loved oral sex and lots of guys had licked me down there, but it never felt quite as good as it felt now. Maybe I never wanted it quite so much as I wanted it now. And somehow I’m sure Christine could sense this, she could sense my youthful ardor.

Christine kissed and licked every inch of my inflamed cunt. She was so good at it, so attuned to all the exquisitely delicate refinements of my pleasure. The only thing that had ever come as close was my own fingers.

If we were alone I would have shouted and howled and shrieked. I would have announced to the heavens all the deep carnal joy I was feeling. But now I just gritted my teeth as I felt a wild, quivering, pulsating climax rush through my heated loins as I exploded in a convulsion of pleasure.

After the spasms of my orgasm had subsided I pulled up my panties and just collapsed against the toilet seat, closing my eyes a moment to luxuriate in the aftermath, in the sublime glow of pleasure to which Christine just brought me.

“That was lovely!” Christine gasped. “You tasted so sweet, and you’re so responsive. Was it good?”

“How can you ask that? It was heaven!”

“I’m glad,” she said softly, giving me a tender kiss on the lips. “Now I suppose we’d better be getting back to our seats. We’ve been in here quite a while.”

But I wasn’t ready to go. I desperately wanted to have my turn now. I wanted to kiss and smell and lick and feast on this svelte stewardess’s tender flesh as she just had on mine.

“But I want to do you now!” I said insistently.

Christine bit her lip and looked at her watch.

“Oh God, you don’t know how much I’d love that. But I think I better be getting back. The other stewardesses may be looking for me.”

I think the look in my eyes must’ve betrayed my disappointment.

“All right,” she said, “We’ll have to make it quick, though.”

She kissed me passionately on the lips again.

“But you have to promise that we’ll get together again and do it right,” she continued, lust blazing in her eyes. “When we’ll have all the time in the world, okay?”

“That sounds awfully good to me,” I purred.

“Here, why don’t I get up here. It’ll be more comfortable for you,” she said, sitting up on the rim of the wash basin.

She hitched up her dark blue airlines skirt and pulled down her white cotton panties. Then she lifted and spread her legs wide apart so that the soles of her feet rested against the wall of the cubicle, behind me and on either side of my head. I stared at her sleek, shapely legs, admiring the smoothness of her thighs.

Then I turned my gaze to her beautiful pussy. I was mesmerized. I had never really looked closely at another woman like this before. It was so perfect, nesting in a downy bush of blond curls. The lips of her vulva were clearly defined and her shiny pearl of a clit stood at the junction of her labia, like some proud sentinel begging for attention.

I could’ve stared at her cunt forever. But I had a job to do and I didn’t have much time in which to do it. So I brought my face between her thighs, kissing her gently, and taking in her sweet, fresh, beguiling aroma with my nose.

Then I brought my lips to her pussy and kissed her. I had never brought my mouth to a woman’s pussy before and I felt a deep thrill as I experienced the brand new sensation.

“Ohhhhh, yes!” she moaned softly, gently holding on to the back of my head and pressing me against her.

Though I had never done this before, I felt like I knew exactly what to do. Rarely you do something for the first time and yet feel like a seasoned expert that first time you do it. But that’s how I felt right now, eating Christine’s cunt, the first cunt I had ever tasted.

“Oh Annie! Just like that. You do it so nicely. It’s really hard to believe you’ve never done it before,” she whispered.

I looked at her.

“I haven’t. Never. I swear.”

“I believe you!” she moaned,

Now I slid my tongue as deep up her cunt as I could, savoring her fragrant juices, while I flickered my finger over her slippery little pea of a clit. With the sole exception of that episode with my Lit professor I had never had played with another woman’s pussy before. Nonetheless it now seemed I knew the right things to do with my tongue and my fingers if Christine’s heated response to my subtle and apparently skillful caresses was any indication.

I pulled my tongue out from her vagina and, before returning it to her clitoris I stuck a finger in my mouth. Wet now with my saliva, I brought it into the crack of her ass, searching for her anus. Soon I found the tender little rosebud and, as I encircled her clit with my lips, I carefully slid my finger up her ass. I had a boyfriend who just loved it when I did that to him while I sucked his cock, and it’s something I’ve found I really enjoy doing to guys. And having them do that to me. I don’t quite know why, but it really turns me on. I find it so intimate. And, besides, I just happen to adore any kind of anal pleasuring. So now I wanted to see how Christine would react when I did it to her. I hoped she wouldn’t balk at the intimate caress.

She moaned, then laughed lustily, pressing her bottom excitedly against my probing finger.

“You nasty little thing you! Who would have thought an hour ago that I’d have your finger digging into my ass and your lips chewing on my clit. And you do it so nicely too. I feel so damned good I could scream!”

Hearing that only inspired me. Her clit felt so hard and slick against my tongue, and her sphincter tightly gripped my finger. I could feel her thighs beginning to quiver, and then her anus pulsating. When she tried desperately to suppress a long, drawn-out ecstatic sigh, I knew she had climaxed. And it was me who had made her climax! I felt like I had lost my virginity once again. And in a certain sense I had.

“I need to piss,” she announced, getting down off from the wash basin and planting herself on the toilet. Immediately I felt the hard splash of her urine. And, on a dare, dropped my hand between her legs to get the flow splash over my fingers. I’d had a boyfriend with kinky tastes and we enjoyed playing occasional pissing games with each other.

“Look at you,” she said, her lips curling in a sexy smile, “you’re a very dirty girl, aren’t you?”

We giggled, then kissed while she continued to urinate. Finally she reached for some toilet tissue to wipe herself. But I held her wrist and stopped her.

“No, let me,” I said, lowering my face as she lifted herself slightly off the seat. Then I ‘wiped’ her pussy off with my tongue as she began to moan again.

“Stop!” she said, holding on to my head as I continued to ‘wipe’ her. “We need to stop now.”

Regrettably, I did.

She was about to put her panties back on when she stopped and smiled, handing them to me.

“Here. Why don’t you keep these. Regard them as a memento of this flight and our little secret together.”

I took her damp panties and pressed them against my face, savoring their fragrance, and knowing that these panties, which all day had been clinging to Christine’s warm smooth skin… the humid gash of her cunt… the deep crack of her ass, were now mine to keep! I wanted to return the gesture. And so I took off my own panties.

“And these are for you,” I said.

She took them from me and sniffed them before carefully putting them away in an inside pocket of her jacket.

“I’ll treasure them,” she said, kissing me again. I thought our kiss would last forever but, reluctantly, we had to pull apart and return to our seats.

I just about collapsed into my seat, my knees wobbly. And for the next few hours I slept like a baby.

Then, later, I felt a hand on my shoulder, it was Christine. I opened my eyes to see it was daylight. I felt like reaching out to kiss her but immediately thought better of that temptation. She looked so beautifully radiant in daylight. I watched her go up and down the aisles, serving and assisting passengers with a courteous smile and a cute little wiggle to her butt. Little could all the other passengers have known that only a few hours ago I had my finger buried up that tight, wiggly butt of hers!

I smiled to myself, reliving those delicious moments we spent locked up in the rest room. Having my first real sex with a woman. With a stewardess no less, at an altitude of thirty-five thousand feet. It was enough to make me dizzy.

As Christine was returning down the aisle in my direction, she looked at me and that smile said everything I needed to know. It was the smile of someone with whom I shared a very sensual and very intimate secret. When she came to my seat, she bent over and whispered “coffee, tea or me?”

“You!” I said, whispering also. It was so exciting sharing our secret like this. She wrote down her phone number on a piece of paper and handed it to me discreetly. And I gave a card from the dude ranch where I would be staying, suggesting that if she had any time this summer she should stop by and visit me.

Soon we arrived in Salt Lake City. As I left the plane, Christine stood by the exit door, along with a few stewardesses.

“Was everything okay?” she asked, as I exited.

“Yes,” I said to her, and to the two stewardesses standing on either side of her. “And the meal you served was especially tasty. It was by far the best airline food I’ve ever had. Everything was so tender and moist and perfectly prepared.”

The woman in front of me turned around and stared at me as though I were crazy or something, not believing I could possibly say this about the cardboard they called ‘food’ and served us on this plane. But she hadn’t been lucky enough to have been served the same tender, tasty morsels I had been served and which I had so utterly savored!

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