Intimate Friends

She was tired, but not dead tired. Steve lay on his back in her bed, bead of post-come hanging from the tip of his wilted cock. It had happened almost by accident, it certainly wasn't planned: Steve back from a buying trip to Portland;

Roberta, up from LA and staying in the living room; Steve sharing some of the rich, green score with both of them. Of course, all of them being friends, and Steve having fucked both of them before, had something to do with it. Roberta lay next to Steve, her dark hair fanned out against his pale chest. She wasn't asleep, just resting between the waves of orgasm. Denise watched her and Steve. Usually possessive and fairly demanding in bed, she'd surprised herself by not only enjoying their little informal three way, but also allowing her friend to fuck her ex-lover in front of her. Piss called, so Denise broke off the view and staggered to the bathroom. Steve's stuff was good, the world still gently rocked from side to side as she made her way down the hall. Fumble, fumble, and the bulb over the sink blinded herwith glare. Blink, blink. Eventually the glare dissolved into familiar bathroom'sporcelain and tile.

The seat was cold, but reassuring. She hadn't expected to fuck Steve, and certainly not with Roberta as well. But it had happened. Remembering it, she found the cool bathroom getting warmer. It had started innocently enough, passing the pipe of good green, talking of each other, of What's Going On With You? Eventually, it had gotten around to how Steve had gotten then both intobed. And suddenly Roberta's top was off, her lovely tan and conical breasts out and Steve was sucking one of her nipples. After a few fumblings he'd managed to both get Roberta's tight jeans off and free his impressive cock. Denise hadn't intended that evening to suck his cock (gorgeous at it was), but seeing her friendget some of what she'd been missing lately . . . well, before she knew it, she'djoined them on the couch and began kissing, then sucking fiercely, the head of Steve's cock.

Images of the last few minutes rolled through her head as she started to piss, the sound making an interesting backdrop: Roberta shoving her beautiful breasts into Steve's face as she eased herself onto his steel-hard cock (and did Denise really help guide her ex-lover's slick and throbbing cock into her best friend's pussy?). Steve's tongue lapping at her cunt and clit as Roberta swallowedhis cock. Steve's come in her mouth as he sucked and swallowed Roberta's cunt juice. They'd eventually made their way back to Denise's bed and fucked and sucked themselves into an exhausted coma. Denise could still taste the salty bitterness of Steve's come in her mouth. Absently, remembering the last few hot minutes in her king-size bed looking down at Roberta's beautiful face, watching her smile in prefect bliss as Steve fucked her hard and fast), she found herself fingering her pussy. Her clit was still slick and hard, and her juices mixed with her piss. The feeling was good and dirty, the nastiness of it made her heart pound and her eyes swim. Her nipples started to ache, so he started tugging on them, rubbing and rolling them with her spare hand.

She was bring watched. Stopping long enough to look up, she saw Roberta in the doorway, hand on her own pussy, fingers up deep inside her. Locking eyes, Roberta smiled wickedly and pulled her hand out of her lovely snatch and offered her juice to Denise. Denise had never tasted another woman before, but she knew what she wanted. The taste was sweet, like her own juice, but maybe a little more acidic. She found herself sucking and licking the juice off her best friend's fingers, while she rubbed her cunt on the toilet.

Roberta's eyes grew nasty again and stepped towards Denise. Careful of the slippery bathroom tile and her own stoned lack of balance, Roberta put one foot on the toilet tank behind Denise and tilted her hips towards her. Denise eyed her pussy. The lips were red and enlarged, shining with Roberta's cunt juice. Denise watched, feverishly rubbing her clit while plunging three fingers into her hot, wet cunt, hypnotized by her own impending orgasm, as Roberta calmly spread her cunt lips. Her clit was large, though almost hidden in the flowery folds of her wet and open cunt--about the size of a pearl. As Denise fingered herself and watched, Roberta started to rub her own clit, slowly circling, it, rubbing it. As it grew fatter and harder Roberta started stroking it like a little cock, taking some of her juice from her cunt to lubricate it. Moaning deeper and gruffer, Roberta leaned farther forward.

Suddenly Roberta's fat clit was in Denise's mouth. The acidic tingle of her friend's juice filled her mouth. Shutting her eyes to leave her with nothing but the feel of the clit and taste of cunt in her mouth, Denise pushed her face deep into the warm, wet cunt, and started moaning softly. She could feel the start of Roberta's mons on the bridge of her nose and, looking up, the rise of her breasts. Keeping one hand working on her own cunt, rubbing her own hot clit, Denise put a hand between Roberta's legs, slick with her free-flowing cunt juice and pulled her even closer. Somewhere above her, she heard Roberta laugh, then sigh, then moan.

Her clit was on fire, her hand slick, hot and went from her cunt, and her face was buried in Roberta's fiery snatch. Her friend's clit was a fat bead in her mouth; she sucked it, teasing it with her tongue. All she could see was wet cunt, all she could taste was wet cunt, she masturbated herself while sucking on Roberta's wet cunt. Her orgasm came roaring out of her own pussy, and she felt her snatch bear down, once twice, three times, four, on her fingers, as Roberta put her hands on the back of her head and shoved her face forward. Above her, Roberta screamed in orgasm, her clit jumping in Denise's mouth.

They lay together a long time, Denise still on the toilet, her best friend, and now lover, sitting on her lap, face buried between her breasts.

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Sleepover

As I sit here hosting my daughter's first sleepover party, I can't help but think back to my sleepover parties. They were so many years ago. The glow from the television and the little-girl-giggles make me think about all of the fun that I had at those parties. The most special sleepover was the last sleepover that I had. That party was nearly eighteen years ago. It seems like only yesterday...

We sat around the blue glow from the T.V. in our pajamas. We were all tired from the pillow fight that had erupted earlier. Most of us were too talkative to sleep. It was our graduation get-together. We had all just spent the last four years at separate colleges, keeping in touch only for holidays and the occasional gossip over dinner. We decided to have a last sleepover get-together for old times sake. We used to have really wild sleepovers in our old high school days. It was fun acting like a crazed teenager once again in the company of old friends. It was frightening to know that this might be the last time that all of us would get together.

"Can you believe that it has been four years since we were all in Mrs. Kurtz's English class?" Ann asked. She was like me, wild at heart, but you wouldn't know that from just looking at her. Long blonde hair seemed to flow from her head like a glorious golden waterfall over her shoulders. She had beautiful breasts and a nice firm ass. I often wondered why guys never gave her a second look.

"Yeah, it seems so long ago," Julie sighed. She was getting married in a few months. She always was the most mature one of the group.

"Some things never change, though!" I joked, pointing toward Suzy. She was a virgin. Although there's nothing wrong with that, we sometimes made her feel uncomfortable when we all talked about sex. (Which was most of the time!) She was a great sport.

"I'm tired. See you girls in the morning," Sally yawned. She clumsily went off into her bedroom. She was the conscience of our little group, kind of like a little mother always watching out for us. Soon Julie and Suzy were on their way to their respective slumber lounges. This is exactly the way things were in high school -- Ann and I, left to conquer the night on our own. But this night was different.

We snickered about the events of the evening, mocking our long time friends. Our talks soon turned to the future that lay ahead of us. "I'm never getting married!" I exclaimed. Ann proudly stated that she too would never marry a man, ever. I asked her how she could be so sure. She replied, "Because I'm a lesbian, Amy." Surprisingly, that news didn't shock me. Instead, I took Ann's hand and placed it on my breast. "Show me why," I whispered.

Ann began to stroke my nipples through my pajama top. A rush of heat swept over my body. My nipples responded instantly to her touch. They were standing hard under my top. I was so turned on by having this woman fondle my breasts. She kissed up my neck, stopping at my mouth. I opened my mouth and licked her tongue. Her mouth was hot. Her tongue was smooth.

Ann engaged me in a passionate kiss. We pressed our bodies close together. I could feel her breasts pressing against mine. I felt a tingle on my thigh. Ann had her gentle hand on my thigh. She traced my leg with her finger tips, so slightly that it tickled. She placed my hand on her breast. It was so strange, so new, so exciting to be touching another woman's breasts in a sexual way. I felt her nipples become hard. I put my hand under her shirt and touched her silky skin. Her nipples were a rosy pink. I cupped her breast and brought my mouth down to it. I took her erect nipple in my mouth. I flicked it with my tongue vigorously.

I felt Ann's hand move to my warm crotch. I was never this excited before. I wanted her to touch me so bad, but I was afraid to ask. I didn't have to. Ann began rubbing my pussy through my pants. They were so thin that my juices were wetting the material.

We were on the couch. We knew that any of our long time friends could catch us. It added to the excitement at first. But now, we wanted to go further. I wanted to experience everything with Ann. She took me by the hand, like she did so many times before. This time the touch felt different. Softer, more sensual than ever. We walked into her room.

It was dark in the room. We didn't turn the lights on. Ann shut the door. The only light was the visible crack under the door. I felt her near. I could see the outline of her womanly body. I reached for her. She knelt on the edge of the bed, where I as lying. I felt her once again glide her hand up my thigh. This time, I had no pants on. Her finger touched my lips and I shuddered. The pleasure was intense. I could see her positioning herself on the bed. What was she doing?

As I felt her warm tongue lapping on my clit, I knew what she was up to. I moaned from the touch. Her tongue explored my pussy. She licked me into ecstasy. I couldn't hold on much longer. The thought of a woman licking my pussy drove me absolutely wild. Her tongue was once again dancing on my clitoris. She knew what was happening. My moaning became louder and my hips were gyrating. I was riding waves of pleasure. Just as I was about to explode, Ann stuck a finger deep into my pussy. That was all I could handle. I released the tension with a wonderful orgasm. I could feel my vagina contracting on her finger. After I had exhausted the contractions, Ann brought her face next to mine, smiling. She whispered tome ever so seductively, "That's only half of it, Amy."

I was about to experience the other half. Nothing would have prepared me for the taste of her sweetness. I was about to have my first taste. I laid Ann on her back. I kissed her body softly, leaving a little trail of lipstick smudged kissed down to her mound. The smell of her womanhood got me excited again. I brought my mouth close to her pussy. I opened my mouth and began softly sucking on her clit. She was so sweet, so luscious, so addicting.

She grabbed my hand and placed my finger near her pink opening. She guided my finger into her deep, wet depths. My finger glided in and out of her pussy. She was really wet. I put another finger in, pumping the two fingers in and out of her slowly and lovingly at first. As her moans became louder and her breath came quicker, my pumping became faster. Ann's body began shaking. She was moaning, "Oooh, yes. Just like that Amy." In a few more seconds, her juices coated my hand.

Ann sighed as I slipped my fingers out of her sweet pot. We were exhausted, but still up for some fun. Ann began tickling my sides playfully like she had done so many times before. She knew that it drove me crazy. I burst out into a fit of little-girl-giggles. "Sssshh!" Ann hissed as she increased her tickling. I couldn't help it. I laughed louder. Just then Ann's hand came across my mouth, trying to cover my laughter. Quite devilishly, I bit her!

"Yeow! What was that for?" Ann pleaded, feigning a major injury. Feeling quite playful, I leaned over her face and commanded her to shut up at once. "I will not shut up!" she protested. "Oh, yes, you will..." I said as I shoved my tit into her mouth. I was shocked when she lovingly licked at my nipple, causing it to become erect. I expected her to protest! I was lost in the sight of Ann so graciously pleasuring my breast when her hand came down, slapping me across my bare ass.

"What was *that* for?" I yelped. (I loved every minute of this not-so-innocent sex play, but I pretended to be hurt anyway!) Ann did not say a word. She pushed me on my back, climbed on top of me smirking. Her long hair streamed across my face. It tickled, but felt very nice. I knew what she was up to, but I played dumb. She held me to the bed by straddling across my waist. She tickled my sides relentlessly. I was laughing so hard. Just then a knock at the door!

"Is that you Ann?" Suzy asked. "Uh-huh. I'm just about to lie down," Ann said flipping me over and pushing my head into her crotch. "See you in the morning!"

The sound of snow on the T.V. brought me out of my cozy little dream. I looked around and there were six teenage girls all spread out on the floor. Each one in her own little dream world. At least I didn't have to worry about them yet! Funny, but I don't remember getting that much sleep at my last sleepover!

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Jessica, Helga and Me

While I was putting the final touches on my packing for the dream vacation of a lifetime, the telephone shrilled. My fiance, who was to accompany me, called to say he had a business emergency and would have to fly to New York tonight. He urged me to begin the trip alone saying that he would join me in four days. I didn't particularly care to travel solo, but we had been planning for six months. The travel agency had our semi-luxury accomodations booked for two glorious weeks.

The plane landed on time and I was whisked off in a hotel limousine. After generously tipping the bell boy, I gently closed the door, dying for a shower. Showers in paradise are just as good as those at home, but with an added element. There were all kinds of exotic oils and soaps in the shower of which I made full use.

Smelling like flowers and wrapped in the soft terry cloth robe provided by the hotel, I stepped out onto the terrace. The beach and ocean nearly hypnotized me with their simple beauty. Looking at the terrace next to me, I saw a lovely, full head of silver hair being brushed by a young, blonde woman. They must have felt me staring as they both turned to look at me.

"Hello, ladies," I called, caught. "Beautiful day isn't it?"

"Hello," they responded in unison. "Quite," said the older.

The face that went with the silver hair was lovely and unlined. The body was slim and shapely in a two piece bathing suit. The lady was probably only twice as old as my own 22 years.

"How long is your vacation,' I asked, prolonging the scene.

"Helga and I--Helga is my social secretary/companion--are here for two weeks," she answered with a smile. "I'm Jessica." "I'm Anabel. And so am I. My fiance is joining me in four days," I volunteered. "Well, I'll let you get back to what you were doing. Nice meeting you. I'm sure we'll see each other around."

I saw them that night in the hotel's casino. Holding a drink, I wandered around the huge room taking in all the sights, including them. Jessica was seated at a dollar slot machine with Helga standing behind her, hands on her shoulders. Over and over Jessica inserted coins and pulled the handle. When the machine finally paid off, they were ecstatic as they hugged. Helga kissed her full on the lips as she caressed her back. Were these two lovers I wondered. Just the thought that they could be making love to each other right next door to me excited me. They are both very beautiful women and I could easily see why each would want the other.

I lay in bed that night thinking about them. Were they doing it now? Was one of them sucking the other's pussy? Were they doing it at the same time? Were breasts being sucked or pussies melded together straining toward orgasm? I fingered myself to orgasm imagining myself holding a silver head between my thighs and having a tall blonde sucking at my breasts.

At breakfast, I saw Helga at a table alone and decided to approach her. "Hi, Helga. May I join you?" I asked.

"Of course, Anabel," she said smiling up at me. "Say, one of the maids told me about a real nude beach on another island. Would you like to go with me?"

"Sure,"I said perking up. "I'd love to have an even tan for my fiance. Is Jessica joining us?"

"No. She's conducting business by telephone this morning."

On the ferry ride over, Helga told me more about herself and her relationship with Jessica. "She and her husband vacationed in Sweden several years ago," Helga began. "I had a summer job as a chambermaid. Jessica and her husband, Harlan, took a special interest in me. They told me all about America and made sure that I didn't have to work too hard for them. At the end of three weeks, they asked if I would like to go back to America with them as a member of their staff. Well, I was 18 already and jumped on the idea. In gratitude, I let Harlan and Jessica touch me a bit more than they had before. Separately, of course. By the time we flew to the United States, I had fully fucked both of them several times. My position was to be a social secretary/personal companion. Harlan and Jessica discovered the truth about each other where I was concerned. Being their social secretary, I simply set up a schedule for when each one could fuck me."

"Wow, Helga. Did you enjoy them or merely endure them because they helped you?"

"Anabel, I truly loved it. We were devastated when Harlan died in an airplane crash two years ago. Jessica and I got even closer. Actually, we love each other."

We arrived at the beach. There was nudity everywhere. Helga and I shucked our clothes and spread out on beach towels. I couldn't help but admire Helga's lush body. She is about 5'11" and stacked--long, shapely legs, full high breasts, big blue eyes and long, blond straight hair. I'm not quite as tall as her, but my breasts are as big. My black hair is a thick shoulder length and lightly curly. I have been told that my violet eyes resemble Elizabeth Taylor's. I suppose Helga and I made striking opposites by the way people were watching us.

We continued our conversation as we sunned. "Helga," I inquired, "do you think Jessica would object to us being like this?"

"I love her dearly, Anabel, but I don't tell her everything. For example, I didn't tell her about the cute little teenage redhead and her boyfriend that I picked up in the movies three days ago. I sat between them and let them feel me up. Their hands were practically fighting for my pussy. We went back to her parent's apartment and fucked our brains out. The guy was much shorter than me, but made up for the lack with one of the biggest dicks I've even seen on a boy. He really knew what to do with it. Besides, I suspect Jessica is fucking her accountant on the side. No harm done."

The couple next to us began to get quite amorous. Before long he was stoking his dick deep into her pussy. The were oblivious to us and everyone else as they fucked loudly. "This is making me really hot," Helga said squirming. "Anabel, may I touch you. I've wanted to since I first met you."

"Ok, Helga, but I've never done anything with a woman before--I've only imagined."

"Let me show you," she said before she took one of my breasts in her mouth. "It is so, so good with a woman," she mumbled as she stroked my slit. "It is wonderful, isn't it? I can make you come so easily," she crooned as she finger fucked me to orgasm. "Feel this, Anabel," she almost shouted as she climbed on me, melded her large pussy to mine and rode me hard. We came together at the same time as the couple beside us, then ran to the ocean to cool off.

Waves crashed around us at the water's edge as, entwined, we kissed and screwed hungrily. When Helga kept telling me how beautiful I was, I moved up on the sand and let her eat my pussy. She said she would just perish if she couldn't put her tongue inside my dark pussy. She brought me over the edge again and again. The ferry took us, exhausted and fucked-up to the eyeballs, back to the other island in the afternoon.

We said goodbye at my door. I watched Helga as she went in to her lover. She said that she and Jessica had not made love this morning. "Jessica will be very horny," she said smiling at me.

Again I imagined them fucking. I could see in my mind Helga screwing Jessica's pussy like she did mine on the beach. I showered and lay down to take a nap. I awoke at 5pm to a ringing telephone. It was Jessica inviting me to dine with them at 8.

We had a six course dinner at an elegant restaurant in the city. Wine and conversation flowed. Facts about my life spilled forth as I played footsie with Helga under the table. Jessica seemed fascinated with me. We arrived back at our hotel a little giddy from the wines. When I could't find my key card easily, Jessica took my arm. "Come, darling. You can sleep with us tonight."

In their bedroom, we undressed to our birthday suits and fell into bed still giggling. Jessica said goodnight and kissed me deeply. The kiss traveled south to my pussy as I moaned in her mouth.

"My turn," said Helga, who followed suit, but covered my pussy with her hand. Then the two of them reached over me and kissed each other. We all fell asleep.

Some time later, I felt a warm tongue licking my pussy. I opened my eyes to see Jessica's silver hair between my legs. She tongue-fucked me hard to a shattering orgasm. I rewarded her with a mouthful of my nectar. Jeff was not even in the same league as these women in pussy-eating skills. "I knew you would taste wonderful, darling," she said as she licked away the remaining juice. Helga was watching us from across the room. Her hair was in wild disarray, her eyes shining and she beautiful as she approached us. A seven inch dick protruded from her pelvis.

"Come, Jessica, darling" she said, spreading her legs. "I need you now."

I settled back to watch as Helga dipped the dick into Jessica's dripping pussy. Jessica moaned deeply as Helga took her powerfully. Helga then pulled her wet dick out and aimed it at her lover's asshole.

"Please, Helga. Please, do it hard, just like I love it," Jessica begged. She was turned on to the hilt.

Helga slid the dick into Jessica's asshole in one fell swoop. Jessica bucked as Helga fucked her asshole hard and furious, pulling out and ramming in repeatedly. I could hear flesh on flesh as as their wet skin slapped together.

Helga was in seventh heaven as she fucked. Her lithe body gyrated as she thrust in and out. A myriad of emotions crossed her beautiful, flushed face as she came in Jessica's ass, screaming in lust. I kissed them both lightly and dressed to leave them alone. The night of love was surely not over for them. Helga was still in Jessica, kissing her and screwing lightly. I left quietly.

My fiance arrived two days earlier than expected and was in our room when I walked next door. With a wet, open pussy, sensitive breasts, swollen lips and in a turned-on state of mind, I fucked him better than I had done in the whole of our relationship. The fucking that I knew was happening next door was still high in my mind.

Jeff was still dead to the world when I slipped out of the room the next morning. I left a note explaining that I had gone jogging. Instead I knocked at Jessica's. I wanted to thank them for last night. Jessica answered, pulling me in. "Helga's swimming at the beach. Let's go on the terrace."

"Thanks for last night," I said. "It is fortunate I went to my room. My fiance, Jeff, had arrived."

"I'm glad for you, darling. Now take off those clothes and let me fuck you outside."

I was nervous, even a little frightened. Jeff could walk out and see us. The fear of discovery also turned me on. Jessica expertly ate my pussy at a very leisurely pace. Threading my fingers through her silver hair, I pushed my pussy up allowing her full access to it. Jessica let me cum twice before she laid down on the other chaise. She asked me to lay on her, pussy to pussy. The position that I was in allowed me to screw her and watch my terrace. Fucking the silver-haired Jessica was what I needed to do from the first time I laid eyes on her. I was so caught up in the lustful act, I would not have stopped even if Jeff appeared. I would not stop moving on this exquisite pussy with the short silver hairs that tickled me slightly as I screwed--not until I had my fill. When Jessica rubbed a wet finger over my asshole, I sawed our mingled pussies to another sweet orgasm.

Sliding from Jessica to the floor, still high from our loving, I kneeled between her legs. Jessica was wet and open from her last cum. I rubbed my entire face--cheeks, nose, forehead in the sweet warmth of her. Her smell intoxicated me. And then, at long last, I tasted the first pussy of my life. I proceeded to do to her what she and Helga had done to me. I feasted. I touched. I sucked. I licked. I tasted. I plunged. She came. She came. I came. I gloried in the flesh of this woman.

With one and a half weeks left on our vacations, I saw the women as often as I could when Jeff was not around. Helga and I slipped back to the nude beach for a leisurely fucking and put on quite a show in front of the other bathers. Jessica and I fucked when Jeff swam or slept. We became intense quickie experts, but the cumming was just as sweet.

Never again will I look at two beautiful women together and not wonder if they have tasted each other.

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"Flying High"

Right after my honeymoon, I left Frank to visit with my family who had missed our impulsive Las Vegas wedding. I boarded a plane in Denver to fly to Dallas where they'd meet me. I expected everyone to be at the airport, their usual habit. Mom,Dad, Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Charles, two brothers and two sisters. I hadn't seen them in over a year since going off to college.

The flight was uneventful except for a brat, two rows ahead and across on the left of the aisle, that kept trying to look up my short dress. My dress was super shear and light, but I had a slip, panties, and bra on, so there wasn't much to see. Finally,in frustration, I lifted the hem of my dress and said, "There,are you satisfied, now?

"The woman sitting beside me said, "I've always wanted to do that."

"Do you want to change seats? He's still looking."

"I don't mean I want to; I mean I wish I had the courage."

"I wish I had the courage to go in the rest room and take these panties off. I'd fog his glasses for him."

"I dare you."

"You dare me?"

"I double dare you."

"Nobody double dares Lucy Stevens, I mean Evers. I just got married. I should try to keep my panties on now that I'm a wife;besides, my husband shaved me on our honeymoon. I shaved it again right before we left for the airport. If I shot a beaver now, I might do the kid brain damage."

"You've been double dared."

"Are you serious?"

"Marge Weaver never double dares unless she is dead serious." "Save my seat."

The woman who double dared me had plopped down beside me shortly after take off. She was traveling alone and wanted company. I was a bit miffed by her intrusion, because I had a whole row of seats to myself on the near empty plane. I like the window seat and only moved to the aisle to make the job of feeding us our in-flight snack easier on the flight attendants. I intended to scoot back. I didn't want to seem like a dumb country girl, all excited by a plane ride, so I stayed put on the aisle. Marge seemed so worldly and mature, though she wasn't much older than my nineteen years. She may have been twenty-two or three.

I flashed the boy to impress her with my boldness. Actually, the boldest thing I ever did was to shave my pussy at my husband's request. I was a virgin on my wedding night, three weeks prior.Just admitting to Marge that I was shaved was a huge step for me.

When I stripped off my panties in the bathroom, I got a terrific rush from my daring act. Marge's obvious surprise and approval upon hearing my secret news had my heart fluttering. I assumed she'd never heard of such an outrageous act. Flashing my shaved and naked vagina took all the courage I could muster, but I was determined to shock and impress Marge further.

I returned two minutes later and plopped down. The kid immediately turned to gawk. Marge sat forward and stared expectantly to my lap. I gave her a curious look, then said,"I'm supposed to flash him, not you."

"I'm the one that double dared you. How will I know you tookyour panties off or have a shaved beaver if I don't look?"

"Good point." I started to lift, but her hand blocked me. I said, "What?"

"Before you do this, we need to go over the terms of the dare."

"There's rules to this?"

"It's my double dare."

"All right. What are the rules?"

"First, slump down in your seat. More. A little more. Put your butt on the edge."

I felt ridiculous, slumped so low that the seat back bent my head forward. The boy was all eyes, expecting another flash of panties. I said, "You've more than piqued his interest already."

"Now, when you lift your skirt, lift it past your hip bones, past here." Marge placed both hands firmly on my hip bones, then drew a line across my belly with her right hand.

I eyed her suspiciously when she touched me that way, then more so when she didn't let go. When the hand that drew the line rested flat on my pubic mound, I knew I had a lesbian in the seat beside me.Having never met a real lesbian, I was stunned to find my first one looking so normal, so feminine.

The woman said, "Now, there's a time condition. You must maintain your pose until someone comes along. Since the plane is almost empty, and they already served us, that might be a while.You might ride like this all the way to Dallas.

"I felt the pressure increase over my mound and said, "Or until Junior says, 'Mommy, Mommy, look what that lady's doing.'"

"He won't say anything. He wants a show; besides, I can see her from here. She's asleep."
She was right; Junior wanted to see my pussy. The thought of actually riding two more hours with my naked vagina between a horny kid and a lesbian was simply too exciting to pass up,though I figured we may get five minutes at most. Flight attendants don't stay put, even in near-empty planes. I said,"All right. Is there anything else?"

"Yes, you must spread your legs as wide as possible, and youcan't touch your skirt or close your legs even one inch until thepose is legally broken, no matter what."

That crafty lezzie knew exactly what to say. "No matter what,"I may be a country hick, but I knew what that meant. I said witha smile, "If you're going to pull out a contract, I'd like to run it by my lawyer."

"I'm queen of the double dares, what can I say? Are you chicken?"

"No, I'm not chicken."

"All right, then do it."

I took a gander up and down the aisle, looked to the boy, then pulled my skirt up past the line by two inches. I fanned my legs out to their maximum, which placed my knees three feet apart.The boy's mouth dropped. So did the lesbian's. I watched her hand travel up my right inner thigh to close on my pussy. I said, as fingers slid into my wet slit, "I thought the idea was to show him my vagina. All he can see is the back of your hand.""He's going to see your pussy. I'll see to that, but he'll see it wet and juicy as a pussy should be.

"The lesbian's two middle fingers on her right hand entered my hole and massaged me internally by rubbing against the underside of my pubic bone, massaging my 'G' spot, I suppose. The first two fingers of her left hand rubbed rapidly in short flurries on my clit, just the way I like it. I said, "I thought my pussy was wet and juicy in the rest room."

"Bone dry. You ain't seen wet and juicy yet."

"I take it you've done this before, getting a pussy wet and juicy, I mean."

"A few times. Oh, yeah, baby, you're flowing now. You are onehot little bitch, aren't you?"

"Yes, and if you keep that up, I'm going to be a hot little pissing bitch. Oh, god damn! Oh, you fucking dyke."

I couldn't believe I said that; but then, she called me a bitch first. She went on, "Come on, Juicy Lucy. Let go. Cum for me,sugar. Yeah, baby. Come on. Give it up, you juicy little whore."

"Ugggh! Ohhhhh! Oh Fuck! Oh lord. Oh Jesus. Mother fucker.Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! God Damnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"

I never came so hard, or yelled so loudly in whispers. I slumped lower in my seat, trying to catch my breath. Marge said, "Now let's show the boy some juicy pussy." She pulled my cunt lips wide for the boy while blowing cool air across the wet membranes of my pussy innards. We were startled by a stewardess kneeling by my aisle seat.

The stewardess softly said, "Hey, look, I'm one of the sisterhood, but you guys need to get a room.

"Marge did not pause in her activities, and I made no attempt to cover myself. The stewardess stared longingly at my open spread as Marge said, "This chick is straight. I put in some hard work getting her like this. This is the room."

"You have an audience, you know."

"I know. He's been watching from the start. He won't tell. It was his staring up her dress that got her all hot and bothered.We're a team."

"Well, I guess you're pretty safe, come to think of it. Most everyone's asleep, and the crew is cool."

"Great."

I was stunned when the stewardess said, "You know, he'd probably like to see her tits. Let's take the dress off."

"I like your style. I'm Marge; I can see you're Pam." Marge offered Pam her sopping wet right hand, and the two lesbians shook hands over my face. After the hand shake, both licked their hands. I couldn't help but wonder if I had witnessed the secret handshake of the Sisterhood of Muff. Marge said, "Lift up, sugar puss."

I lifted my ass to allow Marge to push my dress and slip to my middle. When I sat, Marge pulled me forward and Pam unzipped the dress. Together, they removed the dress and slip. Pam removed my bra. Except for my shoes, I was naked on an airplane.

The stewardess laid all my clothing on the empty seat by the window, then pulled a blanket from the overhead compartment. She laid the blanket over the clothes and said, "If anyone does come,you can cover her with this. I'll stay here and serve as a lookout; if that's all right with you?"

Marge said, "Join in; the more the merrier."

"Thanks, I was hoping you'd share her. I go positively ga ga over straight chicks, and this one is gorgeous." Pam picked up my left hand, saying, "And she's married, too. That's even better."

I loved the way they talked around me and not to me as though I were in the grips of some lesbian trance. With all pretense of the game disposed, Marge got down on the floor and placed my leg sover the arm rests, as Pam laid my seat back and knelt by my tits.As Marge went down on my pussy, Pam took my left tit and offered the squeezed mound to the boy's hungry eyes, saying, "He likes these titties. You like these don't you, kid?"


The grinning boy nodded hard. Pam pinched the nipple to distention and flicked the tip with her tongue. "I'll bet you'd like to do this to them...[flick, flick]...and this...[flutter,flutter, flick, flick, nibble]."

She sucked most of my tit in her mouth and sucked hard while softly chewing. Marge's talented mouth quickly had me grinding my loins, and Pam's efforts had me arching my back. They quickly brought me to a state of delirium, then Pam stood and pulled herskirt up from the center of the hem, exposing her bare pussy through pantyhose that had no crotch panel.

I stared at the pussy framed by nylon. She had a soft, pretty pussy free of all hair, and a gold ring in her clit. She thrust her mound forward toward my face in blatant offering, saying,"Eat me, bitch!"

In my lesbian-induced trance, I dove at the pussy with a flailingtongue and incurred more slanderous invectives, such as: "Suck my cunt, you little whore!" and "Lick my pussy, slut!"

I screamed out a muff-muffled climax, then sucked a climax out of Pam. I remained glued to the cunt to slurp the product of that climax, as Pam held her cunt lips open and instructed me to clean her pussy good. I pulled my face in tightly by gripping Pam's firm ass. As the job neared completion, Pam said, "I've got to bring Sherry in on this. She'd kill me if I had a straight chick and didn't bring her in on it. Do you mind?"

Marge lifted up with a totally wet face and said, "Like I said,the more the merrier."

Pam adjusted her skirt and headed up the aisle, pausing to ruffle the boy's hair in passing. He watched her ass shimmy down the aisle in her tight-assed skirt. She returned minutes later witha short smiling blond wearing a pixie hair cut. Both rubbed the boy's head. When the blond stood over me and gazed on my body,she said, "Oh, god, she's a doll."

Her slender fingers went into my crotch as Marge made room. Her free hand massaged my tit flesh. Sherry brought pussy-wet fingers to her lips and sucked, making a face like a kid sucking chocolate. She cleaned her fingers then raised her skirt as Pam had, showing another shaved, ringed pussy framed by nylon. Hersal so had a rose tattoo on the left cunt lip with the stem disappearing in her pussy. I licked the rose, then licked the pot. I came while licking the pot. Ten minutes later, the pot came, and I came again under Pam's talented tongue.

For two hundred and eighty miles, the three lesbians took turn strading places. Had it not been for the mother waking up and dragging the boy away, we might have gone three-twenty. As it was, I had just enough time to get back in my clothes and freshen-up, but Marge would not give me anything but the dress.Lesbians turn into bitches if you refuse to go home with them to join the Sister's of Muff and learn the secret handshake.When I persisted, she ripped up my bra, panties, and my slip. I had no carry-on luggage. The dress was all I had; everything else was in the baggage compartment.

I stood before the mirror of that bathroom and stared at the sight my family would see. Though the dress had a flowery print,everything showed through; my tits, my nipples, my denuded pussy crack, even my ass crack showed. I was as good as naked in pumps, and I saw no alternative but to exit the plane that way.I scrubbed my face and gargled with hand soap. My family is bigon hugs and kisses.

I stayed in the bathroom until Pam called everyone to return to their seats. Marge was gone when I got there, but the boy and his mother weren't. He looked for more beaver as she fought tow rest him into his seat facing forward, looking back occasionally to me and firing me a look that said, "You are the most disgusting person I've ever seen."

I was the last person to exit the plane and had to pass Pam and Sherry on the way out. Pam said, "Hope you had a nice flight."Sherry said, "Come again." As I passed by, two pairs of slimy wet hands covered my face, mouth, and neck. Those bitches slimed me. I struggled free of those laughing bitches, reeking of the Sisterhood's revenge.

I walked off that plane on shaky legs, smelling like low tide,terrified of meeting my family. I paused in the ramp away to decide how to act. I could think of no story that would explain my loss of under clothes that wasn't worse than letting them think I dress this way. I had told them that I'd undergone many changes. With no other choice, I squared my shoulders and entered the boarding area. Nine jaws dropped in unison. Mom said, "Lucy."

The name fell from her lips like a wet turd. I moved bravely forward and said, "Hi everybody. I'm home." You should have seen their faces after hugs and kisses. After wiping her lips on the back of her hand, Mom said, "Lucy, you've got some splainin' to do."

Like I said, other than that, the flight was uneventful.

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Jenny

Jenny decided to go hiking through a mountain about half an hour from her house. Jenny was walking through along a mountain trail, wearing a white t-shirt over a bikini top and a pair of daisy dukes over a bikini bottom.Jenny is a 40D-30-34, beautiful face surrounded by long blonde hair. Jenny was getting urges to starting taking off clothes, and that is what she did.

She started with her t-shirt, then her shorts...dropped them off in a ditch and buried them with sticks and leave so she would be able to find them later... by this point, she could hardly stop herself from stripping... her pussy was getting wet, her nipples hardened... she wanted to wait until she reached the riverbank before she finished taking off her clothes, so she slid her hand in to her bikini bottom in order to tease her clit and sooth her urges to finger herself.

She heard voices in the distance, and she thought that she would give them a treat by walking by in her bikini. She had never been so undressed in such a secluded area... fear began to run through her head, she started to stepback to go the opposite direction when two men walked out from behind the trees... One man in a blue t-shirt, the other in a black t-shirt. They were just as surprised to see a woman in a bikini and she was to see them. Jenny was frozen by the men's staring eyes... the man in the blue shirt commented on the size of her breasts to the man in the black shirt, then the man in the black shirt said, "She's a slut dressed like that out here." to the man in the blue shirt.

They both started to walk toward Jenny, she turned around and ran. Thetwo man made no attempt to run after her, but she didn't realize it. She continued to run through some trees, her large breasts bouncing, her bikini top becoming loose until it fell off of her. By the time she managed to glance back and notice that there was no one chasing her, she had totally lost her breath, and dropped to the ground in exhaustion. She had hoped to meet some women to treat... she feared men. After about five minutes of rest, she hear do their voices, and was sure that they were female voices, so she slid off her bikini bottom, threw it aside, out of her sight. She placed one hand upon her breasts and the other between her thighs, and pretended to be sleeping, waiting for the women to arrive.

The conversation between the women got louder, and Jenny knew that the women were getting closer, her pussy was getting wetter,she had to force herself to stay out of her clit in order to continue to pretend to be asleep. Two women appeared, and Jenny opened her eyes just to take a peek at them, without them knowing. One girl was taller and thinner, a36C or so, red hair, she was wearing hiking shorts and a button down shirt.The other women was slightly shorter and a little heavier, her breasts were much larger, probably 44DD.

Jenny continued to pretend to sleep, the two women were commenting on her, but Jenny couldn't make out their conversation until she heard, "I want that pussy... if she is sleeping naked here, she wants me to take it" in a few seconds Jenny felt hands on her thighs, opening her legs, a tongue soon met her clit. Jenny made no reaction except her moans of pleasure,she was trying to give the girls total control. One of the women grabs Jenny's tits with both hands, fondling them roughly... Jenny could hear clothing sliding off their bodies and hitting the ground, she realized that they were both naked when one woman sat on her face, expecting Jenny to eat her... that's what she did...

The three women continued, eating each other, touching each other, until it became dark and cold, the two women got up and got dressed, andleft, Jenny never spoke a word to them, and she hardly even saw the two women she had just had sex with, and that is the way she wanted it... Jenny laid there naked for a while, until she fingered herself roughly, remembering the experience she had just had.

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An Evening at Home

Ok. It's ringing... once... twice... three times. Is she ever going to answer? Oh, wait, she's picking it up now. Why is my heart pounding like this? "Jenny? Hi love, it's me. Are you still coming over tonight? Good! I'll be here waiting for you. See you soon honey."

I can't believe it's really going to happen. Don't know if I'll be able to control myself. This young woman excites me so. Hope my need for her doesn't scare her off. Seems like it's taking forever for her to get here. But I have waited this long, guess I can wait a little longer. Is that her in the driveway now? Ooohhh, it is! Got to pull myself together, look like I'm cool. Wonder if she is half as nervous as I am? She's at the door, got to go open it. God, she's so pretty and young and she turns me on so much, be cool, be cool...

Good, she's smiling standing there in the doorway. Hope she doesn't notice how my hands are trembling as I unhook the screen. Should I hug her? Of course I should. What else is there to do? She feels so good in my arms, just like I knew she would. Look at those lips. Just got to get a little kiss. Just a little one, just a quick soft pressure on her lips. She must have been thinking the same thing, she's kissing me back. And neither one of us seems to be letting go. I can't help it, my mouth is opening and I am kissing her harder, pulling her closer. Her mouth is open too and my tongue is sliding slowly inside, running along the edges of her teeth and finally meeting her own soft tongue. If I don't break away now, we will be naked on the floor in minutes.

"Jenny, it is so good to see you, to finally have you here with me. Would you like something to drink? Some wine or some beer? Sit down, make yourself comfortable while I get it. We have so many things to talk about, but I need to relax a little first. Hope you don't mind."

I can't keep my eyes off this girl. Probably won't be able to keep my hands off of her much longer. I am already tingling just from the touch of her fingers when she took the glass from my hand. This conversation is killing me. I want to know all about her, everything there is. But it is all I can do to just sit here on the couch next to her. I am as close as I can be without looking like I am going to jump on her. She keeps leaning towards me, and I lean towards her. It seems that we are sitting much closer than we were just a few minutes ago. Maybe it is the wine that is making me feel so warm. She's looking a little flushed too. Did she notice the way my hand brushed her thigh? Maybe she thought it was an accident. Or maybe she knows...

This is making me crazy. I have to do something or I am going to be all over her. Turn on some music, maybe that will help. "Would you dance with me Jenny? I know it isn't like being out in a club, but then again, it could be nicer." Ummm... she seems to like this too. She moves so gracefully. Wonder if she will move as well when our naked bodies are melting together under my mirror? Uh oh, getting ahead of myself again. Here comes a slow record. Take her in your arms, easy now, easy, just dance with her. Just feel those flat nipples getting harder as they rub against yours. Let your hands slide down from her waist to gently cup her rounded behind. I think she likes it too. Her neck looks so soft and smooth. Feels good giving her neck little kisses, running the tip of my tongue all the way up to her ear lobe, all around the rim, licking the inside. Our bellies seem to fit naturally, shifting back and forth as we dance. She is getting me so hot, playing with my hair. Is she really pulling my face to her for another kiss? Her kiss is making me dizzy, her mouth so open and accepting. This kiss is getting hotter and hotter and I am getting wetter and wetter. Is she feeling the same? If I slide my hand between the thighs that are pressing mine, will it come away slippery? Will she let me?

She seems to be relaxing. And she hasn't complained yet. As a matter of fact, she is holding me pretty tight. Did I hear a soft moan when my hand slipped under the waistband of her skirt? Her skin is so soft. If I pull a little, it might just pop open... there it goes... is she glancing towards the bed?... is it time?

Well it didn't take us long to get naked. She was so sexy taking her clothes off. That skirt slid down her thighs real slow and easy. What a turn on watching her strip. Seems like it took forever for her panties to come off exposing that hairless mound. I bet I'll go crazy kissing it, going lower and lower, discovering her wet secrets. I didn't expect her boldness, reaching to remove my blouse and then my bra. Look at how big her eyes are! Guess she didn't think my tits would be so big. Ummm.. her hands and her mouth feel so good on them. Maybe later she will bite them.

Or maybe she will let me rub them between her legs. It must feel different than the little nipples that have rubbed my clit in the past. Bet hers will feel just as nice. Can't believe how flat she is, but god, those nipples. Am I falling in love with this woman's body or what? Is that why I am so attracted to her? Because she reminds me of a girl with those flat nipples and all that skin where her pussy hair should be? I knew that I loved her before, but now I am totally lost. Am I going to be able to let her go? I already want to keep her around me as much as possible.

I thought it would be hard to get her in my bed, but it wasn't. It was almost too easy. But that first moment of full body contact! Nearly came right then. If just hugging and kissing her like this has me so excited, what will it be like later when our desire is satisfied? The bliss will be total. Have to get control of my hands. They are running wildly all over her body. We look so good together in the mirror above us. And her hands are making me wilder, rolling my nipples between her fingers, getting them harder than I have ever seen before.

Let me run my finger gently up and down her slit. It is so wet my finger is sliding inside, stroking her clit. It won't be hard for her to find mine, it is sticking out already, like a little penis. She likes that, jumps a little every time I brush her clit. But she keeps moving back to my finger. Does she taste good? Yes!...going to lick all of her juice from my finger... no... wait... she wants one too. This is such a turn-on. One finger in my own mouth while she sucks the others. Wait till I get to suck on her, she will find out what it is like to be sucked and licked and nursed. I plan to make it better than she has ever known. I don't want this one to get away.

This is a good song on the radio, that guy that used to sing with Shalimar. It's good that he's making it on his own. Good lyrics...

What we share is very special...
It's mystical...
Your love to me is very serious...
I won't play games with your tender heart...
And when I look into your eyes and say I love you girl...
That's what I feel. I'm for real.

And I am for real with this sweet woman. I didn't think it would be this good. Her nipples seem to keep getting bigger and bigger in my mouth. Love the way she pushes them up to me. There is already a wet spot underneath her. The way she is wriggling and squirming thrills me. She'll be screaming by the time my mouth gets down there where my fingers are now. Ummmm...got to hurry up and get there... but not too soon. I want this to be good for her. Just going to take my time, lick her all the way down, trace a wet trail from the bottom of her breasts to her navel. Liked that soft giggle when my tongue tickled her navel for a second. Kiss her stomach, give her more of the butterflies she says are there. This is so good. And her pussy is so smooth.

I could lick and kiss it all night. But I know better things are waiting. And her hands are pushing my head lower and lower. Guess that means she likes it and wants more. I'll give it to her... in just a few seconds. But first... let me kiss her squarely on her swollen lips, suck one of them between my lips. Ooooooo... she's so wet, so sweet. And she is making me so hot. Open the lips a little, look for that hot button. There it is. Just going to blow on it for a second.. yes... she likes that. But she is moving her hips to get closer to my mouth. Should I take her now? I know she wants it as much as I want her. I'll stick my tongue out now, tease her a little bit. The smell of her is in my nose, better than any perfume. Can't wait anymore. Got to take her clit in my mouth, suck on it like a little piece of candy. Move back to lick it from the base to the tip. Oh yes, she wants it. Her legs are on my shoulders now. The come is leaking out of her. Maybe I can stop the flow with my tongue. Slide it deep in her, yes...just like that. She is so open, grinding her cunt in my face.

Licking and sucking on her clit as hard as I can, probing her open pussy with 2 fingers, sliding them in and out of her. Is she loving this as much as me? Her moans are getting louder, the movements of her hips getting faster and wilder. Her head is thrashing back and forth on the pillow, her eyes squeezed closed, not even looking in the mirror anymore. What is she saying? Don't stop, don't stop... was that it? No way am I going to stop now. The come is running out of her so fast she must be almost ready. I'm ready, mouth open at the fountain of her love while my fingers vibrate on her clit. Oh yes, oh yes, here she comes, flooding my mouth with her come. I knew she would scream, I knew it.

Her thighs locked around my neck, clit throbbing under my fingers. Just gonna close her lips over her clit and press it until she stops coming, until she relaxes her grip on me. And then I'll lay next to her, take her in my arms and hug her and squeeze her and tell her how much I love her and how good she was.

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Mall Encounter

My workout at the club was wonderful this morning. But more importantly was my session with the new masseuse. As the young woman rubbed me down, nearing my pussy, I became highly excited. I knew I'd have a vibrator moment when I got home. Strange, I've never been turned on by a woman before.

On the drive home, I remembered that my daughter wanted me to stop at a shop in the mall and pick up a gift for a friend's birthday party. People were crowded very thickly at my entrance awaiting some sort of demonstration. As I couldn't move very far, I settled in to wait it out.

Standing directly in front of me was a young woman about my height. Her jet black hair was cut short and becomingly in back. I tapped her shoulder. "Excuse me, miss. Do you know what the demonstration is about?"

"They're advertising jewelry. There will be a free drawing when it ends," she said excitedly.

I was suddenly enthralled by the beautiful ruby-red lips speaking to me. Her bangs moved slightly as she breathed, breasts heaving. "I've never been to one of these things. There are so many people here," I said.

"I know and I love it. My kids are with their grandmother and I have a free day at the mall. I'm taking advantage of everything. By the way, I'm Brianna."

"Nice to meet you, Brianna. I'm Taylor. How old are your children? And how old are you? You look so young to have two children."
"Thank you. The boy is three, the girl is five and I'm 26."

I wanted to keep her talking just to look at her. She was so cute and perky. She smiled almost seductively at me and told me that she admired the way I look. I am 37, tall, with dark brown hair brushing my shoulders and green eyes. My body is lean and athletic from years of tennis at our country club.

"Let me return the compliment, Brianna. You're a beautiful young mother." I smiled back at her. God, those lips are lush. I could look at this woman all day and not get tired of the sight of her. Could she tell I was ogling her?

I turned from her as the lights dimmed and demonstration began. Suddenly the crowd surged forward. Her hands went to my shoulders as my ass was caught in her pelvis. I moaned as I pushed it further back into her instinctively, slightly rotating it. Damn, I thought, as a sweet shiver went through my pussy, this woman is exciting me.

The demonstration droned on. Just the thought of my ass in her pussy, let alone the feel of it, was making me dizzy. I was hot and I needed more. Suddenly, she inched closer as if she read my thoughts. She reached for my breasts and rotated her pussy on my ass as she felt me up. She sighed as she ran her tongue lightly over my ears. The crowd was so thickly packed, I was sure no one noticed her taking me. Not a word was spoken as she touched me.

She drug her hands from my breasts and caught them in the waistband of my slacks. She unbelted and unzipped me slowly as I looked around the crowd. No one seem to notice as she put her hands inside my pants. She was met with brief silk bikinis already soaked. She messaged my pussy thought the panties as she screwed my ass.

My silk panties were a barrier to the flesh she wanted to touch. As she slipped one hand inside, she grabbed my pussy, found my clit and went to work on it. My head fell back as she furiously hand-fucked me. God, it was so good! I knew we didn't have much time left, but she had me cumming in three minutes flat. Next she slipped two fingers inside my pussy and finger- fucked me while rubbing my clit. The sweet little thing put me in heaven as I came yet again.

I whimpered as she removed her hands from my warmth and re-did my slacks. The crowd began to disperse. I turned to thank her for knowing what I needed and giving it to me so beautifully. She had slipped away. I stood there a minute still feeling her hands and imagining those lush ruby lips traveling slowly toward my pussy.

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Hot Nights

I live in a lakeside town on the coast of Michigan. It's small and pretty, often filled with visitors passing through or vacationing--both winter and summer. One of the most interesting places to meet people is at Willhouse Inn, a bed-and-breakfast-like hotel with a great restaurant and large, active lounge.

Just this past summer I stopped there one evening after work. It was warm enough to get the urges flowing, but not so hot to be oppressive. After I'd sat down and my eyes had a chance to adjust to the light, I noticed an attractive, nicely dressed blonde sitting by herself near the window. She was very inviting as she stared dreamily at the lake and the gulls.

I got up and moved close enough to her that we could talk without seeming as if I was pushing myself on her. After the usual ice-breaking comments about the weather, the season and our surroundings, she gradually opened up to conversation. When we got around to introductions, she told me her name was Connie. "Pleased to meet you, Connie, I'm Samantha," I said with a smile while extending my hand.

As she reached out to me, I admired the outline of her braless breasts showing through her thin blouse. My boobs are pretty well developed, but she had the best set of tits I've ever seen! Their shape and the high, proud way they hung excited me. Her nipples were erect, but I couldn't tell if she was chilled by the air conditioning or if she had something else going on to stimulate her. Our conversation perhaps? Me?

I mentally compared our builds and idly wondered how well her 5"1' 105-pound frame might fit with my own. I'm almost 5'6" and weight 110 pounds, but I sure didn't see a problem! Her cobalt blue eyes danced with a certain fire when she talked. I responded by concentrating intently on her. Her glance repeatedly returned to my eyes and I could tell she was fascinated by the color, which, though normally grey, were purple this night thanks to my contact lenses.
As we sipped our drinks and talked, we talked about being relaxed and feeling kind of sexy. I probed a little and learned that she wasn't into girl-girl stuff. Damn! She was so inviting, too! Instead, I suggested we find a couple of guys to fulfill our NEEDS. She liked that.

The only problem was there was only one single guy around. He was pretty good looking, too. I really wanted her, not him, but if that's the way it was to be, I told her to go after him. Since she was afraid her husband would find out, I offered her the use of my place. She thought about that, looked at the guy and said, "Well, thanks. I'll do it!" I drew her a map to my place on a napkin. She put it in her purse and winked at me.

She moved close to the guy, and soon they were talking. I struck up a side conversation with the bartender but kept an eye on Connie. She was blocking his view so he didn't even see me. In about a half-hour they got up to leave. I dashed out a side door, and took a short-cut to my place so it looked as if I'd been there for hours when they arrived. I said I was Connie's roommate. I got Connie alone in the kitchen for a few minutes and told her where the bedroom was. I volunteered to stay in the kitchen until she and Steve (that was his name) dropped out of sight. They had some preliminaries on the couch before finally going into the bedroom, and I stayed out of sight. I went back into the living room, acutely aware of what was happening on the other side of the door. I couldn't be anything BUT aware because they couldn't have disguised THOSE noises if they had tried: she was a screamer! I finally drifted off to sleep on the couch, which is very comfortable and not punishment of any kind. I've slept on it many times and done lots of colorful things on it too!

Awakening around 3:30 in the morning after dreaming about Connie and Steve in the bedroom, I was horny and ready. I got up and fumbled around in my dildo collection, selected one and took it back to the couch with me. The dream had made me wet, and the dildo slid in up to the hilt with no trouble at all. I gave it to myself long and slow.
About 4 a.m., Steve slipped quietly out of the bedroom. It looked as if he was going to take off without even a good-bye. When he passed me, I reached out and grabbed his sleeve. He was startled and kind of jerked at my touch. By some accident the covers just happened to fall off me! There I was, his sleeve in one hand, and a dildo in the other. He gracefully picked up the blanket.

He wasn't fully dressed and I pulled off his underwear. Then we re-did the scene in the bedroom, only I got to scream. He was nice, but not repeatable. He seemed more interested in hustling his buns out instead of moving them for me! He said he had to catch a plane so he dressed, kissed me lightly and left.
Still not satisfied despite the fucking I'd just had, I locked the door after Steve and debated about what to do next. I went back to my "toy" drawer, took out a strap-on dildo and put it on. (This one is special to me because I had fastened a small strip with tiny rubber fingers on it. Certain kinds of action with it can produce the most exquisite orgasms!) With my "equipment" in place, I walked into the bedroom.

Connie was awake, but the dim light just faintly exposed my lower body. All Connie could see was my "hard-on." Suddenly she started to purr. "Who is it?" she cooed. Wordlessly, I slipped into bed and started feeling all over her body. I kept her at arm's length so she couldn't detect my curves. Certainly HER curves were turning me on! I knelt between her legs and slowly slid my tongue between her secret lips. (Below the panty line, I later discovered, she was a redhead!!) My hot oral work on her soon had her panting. She loved it and moved her hips in rhythm with my tongue motions. She took my head in her hands to guide me where she wanted me. My hair is kind of short so in the dark she couldn't tell that she was caressing a woman.
"Oh, I have to have more," she whispered. "Slide your cock into me. Plunge it in deep!" I got up on my knees, positioned myself at her opening, and mounted her. I guided my "cock" where my mouth had been seconds before. She moaned with delight and reached up to rub my chest. Then she felt my tits and screamed.

I was going crazy trying to calm her down. I kept the fake prick in her as I soothed her, but it seemed to be doing more harm than good. I finally pulled it out and took it off, talking quietly to her as I did. About 15 minutes later she had calmed down but was still pretty well freaked. She said she just wanted to go home, and I felt like shit.

That made me decide to lay low the following night, even though the experience with Connie left me longing for pussy. (I love guys and I need them, but I love women, too. Sometimes I need only what a woman has to offer.) I had just finished dinner and was watching TV when the doorbell rang.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I opened the door and there stood Connie, fetchingly dressed in shorts and a halter top! She didn't leave much to the imagination, and I know my eyes must have opened wide as I stared at her bare, well-shaped legs in full light. She smiled sweetly but stammered when she spoke. "You've been on my mind lately, and I wanted to come back and apologize for running out the way I did last night." I was delighted and invited her in. She brushed close when she stepped inside, and desire laced through me. I opened a bottle of wine and we both sat down--chatting as we sipped. She told me that she and her husband had been having problems and that she hadn't been fucked very well in a long time, even by Steve the night before.

"When I left here early this morning," Connie said, "I had the most peculiar feeling. It wasn't bad, in fact it was good, but it sure was strange. All day I thought about what happened with you, and I repeatedly got hot. When dusk arrived, the urge overpowered me and I had to come back to see you. I want to try it again, only this time I want to participate!"

My mind raced, and I could feel a delicious warmth erupt and gradually spread through me. I told her how beautiful she was and how much I wanted her. Our talk became hot and explicit. When I suggested we slowly undress each other, Connie immediately got up. "How about coming over here so I can get at you," she said. I stood and walked to her. All I had on was a man's dress shirt that hung to the middle of my thighs. She immediately began opening the shirt one button at a time. Slowly, almost hypnotically, she slid it off, exposing myself to her. I loved the hungry look this produced, and I seductively shifted my weight from one foot to the other. Still trance-like with her eyes half-closed, Connie caressed me, stopping to focus on my nipples. She still seemed shy and didn't let her hands drift below my waist.

Shaking myself back to reality, I said, "Connie, your touch is exciting, and you're really getting to me, but how about letting me return the favor?" She smiled and slightly pushed out her inviting chest. I melted and kissed her lightly on the mouth. When she didn't recoil from it, I kissed her again--only deeper, longer, invading her soul. I massaged her breasts as we hugged.
We both gasped when I finally broke loose and groped for her halter. I slyly tugged out the bottom edge. Holding it out from her body, my fingers slid underneath and danced across the nipples. Wanting more, I continued to move the halter upward. "Raise your arms above your head for me, OK?" I coaxed. She did and I popped the sliver of material over her head. Those gorgeous, now-liberated tits begged for attention, standing out with both nipples puckered and firm. I had to have them and immediately took one in my mouth to gently squeeze and suck. I centered my attention on the nipple. Connie held the breast in her hand, steering it to where she wanted it most--first over my tongue, then against the roof of my mouth, occasionally raking it lightly against my teeth.

I reached down and felt her crotch. She was still wearing her shorts, and I slithered my hand up underneath. She had obviously prepared to visit me because she was wearing no underpants. I probed my fingers into her bush and found she was dripping hot liquid. Pulling myself off her breast, I paused to open her shorts and lower them. She deftly stepped out of them and stood before me, naked, beautiful, and ready. Her eyes smouldered, and she held one breast up to her mouth and licked it all over. As she offered me this little show, she gradually spread her legs further and further apart. Her free hand disappeared into the wet down between her legs.
I wanted to be part of this so I gently replaced her hand with my own. She was drenched, and I wanted to suck her. And she wanted me to! "Please lick me, Samantha," she pleaded. "My cunt is ready for you. Is yours ready for me?" "See for yourself," I offered, standing and moving her hand to my own wet pussy. Presenting myself to her searching hand, I maneuvered my fingers past her swollen doors and into her love tunnel. Fastened together that way, we approached each other and kissed again with growing passion. Our mouths opened wide while our hands feverishly massaged each other's mounds. I sucked on her tongue as it glided far into the back of my mouth. Then we reversed and I "fucked" her mouth with my tongue.

Finally I stepped back, moved her to the couch, and had her sit down on the back with her feet on the cushions. She leaned against the wall and spread her legs. I knelt on the cushions and faced her gaping snatch. I was so hot I trembled at the sight. I kissed her cunt in the same open-mouthed way I had just kissed her face. My lips created a seal around her pussy lips so that I could suck at the same time I tongued the sweetness overflowing from inside her. The sensation made her jerk. I liked having her twitch that way so I rolled her clit lewdly between my lips. She raised her hips to meet and then grind against me.

As I ate her, I took her nipples in my hands and pinched them. The nipples swelled even more. I rolled them so that they were covered by the other flesh of her breasts, and then I squeezed them inside the "pocket" that this created. She groaned in response. Finally she retreated slightly and said, "Please, Samantha, I think I want to try it, too. Let's go into the bedroom so we can really get to each other. But please be patient with me since I'm a little unsure of myself."
We uncoupled and went into the other room. As she bent over to pull down the bedspread, I leaned down, spread her cheeks from behind and stabbed my tongue into her puckered anus. She loved it, but begged me to stop so she could get some too. When I did, she turned around, put her arms around me and pulled me down to the bed on top of her. Still holding on, she rolled over so she was on top.

She was completely engrossed now. She ran her fingers through my hair and held my head in place as she repeatedly sucked my mouth and gave me her tongue in return. Our pelvises rubbed together, and I could occasionally feel her clit against my own. We were locked in a deep, abandoned embrace.

Connie's intensity was startling and incredibly arousing. I kept reaching higher plateaus of desire for her. She shifted slightly, and her left leg came to rest on my mound. Her own love spot pressed against my thigh. I desperately wanted friction and moved my clit against her. The fucking motion translated to her, and she humped my leg. Her arms surrounded my head and her eager fingers laced through my hair. Breathing heavily, her kiss was ablaze. It may have been a new experience, but the sexual longing overcame her and she surrendered completely. Our arms and legs became so intertwined that we were like one body. I had to have her. Now!
I repeated her earlier movement and rolled over so that she was now beneath me. Disentangling our arms, I ran my hands up and down the insides of her thighs, pressing outward as I did so her legs would be wide apart when I arrived at her "V." Connie needed little convincing. She kept spreading her legs farther and farther until they formed a straight line broken only by the dip into her bush. She was lithe and supple, her body well conditioned and rippling slightly with muscle. Moving down and kneeling before her, I teased, "Tell me what you want, Connie. Tell me and I'll do it." My breath was close enough to her most sensitive spots that she trembled when it struck her.

"Please suck me like you did last night. Let me feel your soft, warm mouth on me. And while you do it, let me worship you. Give me your wetness. I can't wait any longer." I swung around and positioned my legs on either side of her head. I wanted first to overcome any lingering reservations she might have. I rested my elbows on the bed below her legs, gently rolled back the hood of her clit and exposed its erect head, red, hard and glistening with moisture.
I shaped my mouth into an erotic oval, darted my tongue several times against her clit, and then ringed it with a moist suction. She writhed and wrapped her arms around my legs, pulling slightly at my own clit-hood so I would be as exposed to her as she was to me. I lowered my wet down close to her face. Connie sucked on either side of my bush, mouthing my groin muscles. I liked it a lot. She repeatedly worked back and forth, occasionally grazing my lips with her tongue. My action was having a delirious effect, and her hips developed a circular, rolling movement. In that moment, her mouth came to rest against my opening. She licked tentatively, not entirely sure how to proceed. I demonstrated on her, rhythmically tonguing her button. Taking the cue, she slipped her tongue between my pussy lips. Her hip movements stopped abruptly and she moved her hands in place around my opening, spreading my lips far apart. I loved the feeling of having the INSIDE of my cunt exposed to her.

She extended her tongue farther and farther, then stopped and held like that for a long moment, savoring the sensation. Her tongue started moving in and out of me, and I moved my hips in a classic fucking motion. A cat-like growl came from Connie as she unexpectedly found my clit and focused on it. In that instant she lost her "virginity" to a woman, sucking me off and being sucked in return.

Our act was complete. Our drenched mouths and wet cunts were the perfect complement. We fused together in this mouth-to-cunt/ cunt-to-mouth embrace, rolling together on the bed. As we exchanged positions that way, our mouths never lost their fusion. First Connie was on top, fucking and eating me at the same time. Then I replaced her in the top position to bury my face in her snatch while receiving her.

I gave her face a fast, hard fucking and fastened on her clit. It was bulging and erect, almost like a two-inch penis. I didn't know a clit could be this long and I rapidly moved my head up and down, sucking her the way I'd blown guys. I paused for an instant and whispered, "Now, Connie, let's cum NOWWW!!" Connie cried out and madly humped my face. I held her down with my hands and fucked her as hard as she fucked me. My insides rolled and a shot of the most delicious heat tore through me. Connie's cunt suddenly opened wide on its own. I sank my lips and tongue, even my nose, inside her gushing gash. I was rewarded by a series of strong contractions, and Connie bucked out of control. She jerked over and over. The repeated tightening of her sexual muscles catapulted me into orbit. I let my orgasm go, sitting slightly on Connie's face so she could thrust her tongue inside me.

"Oh, fuck me, Connie, fuck me with your tongue," I exclaimed into her cumming cunt. I drank deeply as she spun off into repeated orgasms. When the intensity of our climaxes subsided a little, I started playing with her ass. It startled her and she said, "Oh, Samantha, not there. Oh, please not there. Ohhhh, please, oh, oh, unhhhh!!" It seemed that the words didn't match the emotion behind them. She didn't really want me to stop at all; in this case "stop" meant "go a little faster"! I ignored her pleas and continued working on her ass. I rubbed and massaged it, which was easy to do with all the moisture that had leaked out.

It apparently intrigued her enough that she pulled my lower body down on her in such a way that she could reach my anus. Her hot breath made me contract slightly, and I jerked when her tongue struck my sphincter. She spread my ass checks and slowly worked her tongue into me. There we lay, our tongues implanted, paying anal homage to each other. I had an idea, a way to make Connie's "deflowering" nearly complete. I slowly separated from her and said, "Roll over on your stomach and crouch down with your ass in the air. Then spread your legs."

She obediently did as I asked, displaying her lovely legs and well-shaped ass. I savored the view of her anus and the downy patch that began there and stretched down to her mound. I put my hands on her cheeks and, with my thumbs, spread them to expose the small pucker that I was about to assault. I blew my breath against it and enjoyed seeing her quiver in response. Bracing my elbows on her thighs, I leaned down and slowly licked her anus. Her sounds were gibberish, but I knew what pleasure she was taking. I reached between her legs, felt around to relocate her clit, and snapped it back in forth. I needed more, and stopped briefly to move her right foot slightly. I settled on it so that my own clit could rub against her heel and began humping. I resumed my wanton tongue-rape of her ass. I soon found a rhythm and synchronized my tongue and my hand with the rubbing I was getting from her foot. She wiggled it, adding to my gratification. I couldn't stand the intensity and lost myself to the building orgasm. I jerked her clit with one hand while tweaking and rubbing one of her nipples with the other. She groaned, long and deep. I sucked her ass with my open mouth, occasionally shooting my tongue in. Connie unexpectedly shoved her ass even farther into me and I realized I was about to lose it.
I paused long enough in my frenzy to whisper anxiously, "You're so gorgeous, Connie. I'm going to cum because of you. Let's cum together--you with your ass full of my woman's tongue and my clit being rubbed by your foot." The shriek that followed was so loud I thought the entire city would hear her! The abrasion against my clit finally did it and I spilled over the edge, feeling my orgasm burst onto her foot. Her anus constricted around my tongue.. We hung for a long moment before we were overwhelmed.

The scene that followed was blissfully out of control. We both thrashed and moaned. With the orgasm pounding through me, I unsteadily backed off, rolled Connie over and spread her legs. I jammed my clit against hers and scissor-fucked her hard. She held her legs wide apart in complete surrender to our organs' mutual stimulation. My fucking motions were nearly involuntary as we wrung the last spasms from each other.

The slow descent from that pinnacle left us both trembling and spent. A warm glow washed over us, and we gradually relaxed. I got some warm wash cloths from the bathroom and bathed us both. When I was finished, I got back into bed with her. We softly, affectionately kissed and fondled each other. Soon we were asleep in each other's arms. It had been a night to remember--for both of us.

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Nicky's Lingerie

I went into the shop on my way home from work on a whim. I was going to suprise my husband with some new lingerie. My husband usually bought my lingerie, I don't see the point to it, no sooner have I put in on when he immediately begins to remove it again. It was a small shop, narrow but it stretched back along way from the doorway. I was the only customer in the place, it was getting close to closing time. I was only still in the downtown area as I had been kept late at work because of a meeting.

I don't even know why I had been told to attend the meeting it had nothing to do with my department. Most of the stuff I found very boring. My mind was constantly wandering. Maybe that was why I had decided to buy some lingerie on the way home. I had been doing a lot of thinking about my husband. I loved the feel of his hands on my body, caressing my breasts, sliding down between my legs. I loved the feel as his tongue gently flicked across my clit. I didn't like him sticking his tongue inside me. So when he went down on me he would usually trace his tongue lightly around my labia occasionally brushing my clit. Then he would begin to focus more on my clit, flitting his tongue across it. Teasing me. As I begin to moan in pleasure he increases the pressure. I need more, I press his head down into my crotch. He spreads my legs with his powerful hands, holding me open to his tongue. As he increases the pressure on my clit I feel the wave of my orgasm building. Sliding his hands under my buttocks he pulls me up against his tongue. The extra pressure sends me over the edge, I moan loudly. I feel the pressure of my husband's tongue let up, but he licks faster prolonging my orgasm.

With thoughts like these it you can see why it had been hard to concentrate during the meeting. At one point in the meeting I pulled my chair in closer to the table. This was so I could slip my hand down to my crotch without anybody noticing. My skirt, cut just a little above the knee, had a slit at the front which made my job easier. I traced my finger lightly over my silk underwear up and down my pussy lips. My panties are wet. I push the silk material down into my cleft as I increase the pressure on my clit. I want to get off, but I don't think I could do it quietly. I will myself to stop. It's difficult. I find my mind and hands keep drifting back to my crotch throughout the meeting.

The sales assistant appears from behind a curtain at the back of the shop and walks up to the small display counter with the cash register on top. "Hi, I'm Nicky, is there anything I can help you with?". She's cute, mid-twenties, with short bobbed blonde hair. I walk up to the counter. It has a glass see through top, the lower shelves are mirrors with silk panties displayed on them. "I just came in to browse" I say. I look down into the display case, there is a bright red pair of panties, my husband likes me to wear red. I notice that I can look up under Nicky's short cotton dress because of the mirrored shelf. She is wearing a red pair of panties, only they look skimpier that the ones in the display case. There is a small triangle of red silk fabric stretched tightly over her pussy. I bend over to get a closer look, "I like the red ones, are they pure silk?".

"One hundred percent. Don't you love the feel of pure silk against your skin? Would you like to try them on?". "I'll just browse for a few minutes" I say. I'm still bent over looking up Nicky's dress. She can't be sure where I'm looking, but she knows that what she is showing. I pretend to look at the other things in the display case by moving my head, but my eyes remain fixed on the tight triangle of red. Nicky shifts around behind the counter. She turns and I can see a thin red thong running up between her rounded buttocks. Her skin is wonderfully smooth, her ass looks firm. She bends down slightly, pushing her buttocks towards me. Nicky's putting on a show.
"I have to go and rearrange some of the displays. When you would like to try something, let me know." With that Nicky walks from behind the counter into the main body of the store. The show's over. On the left wall there are a series of shelves with half mannequins on the very top. These are the ones Nicky decides to rearrange. Using a small ladder she climbs up to redress one of the mannequins. As she climbs I get and even better view of her firm ass. I walk over to where she is working. Nicky's putting on a display I don't want to miss. I want to get a closer look at her gorgeous ass, I try not to be too obvious but she knows what I came over to look at. I'm standing at the foot of the ladder pretending to look at items on the shelf. Nicky's buttocks are about eighteen inches diagonally up to my left. Her legs are just as firm as her buttocks, both of which are lightly tanned, no lines.

"While you're there do you mind passing me those white lace panties from the shelf right in front of you?" She's looking down at me, she can see where I've been looking. A little flustered I reach for the panties. They're very soft, flimsy. As I pass them up to her. my eyes follow her legs up under her dress. Nicky's turned slightly towards me, I catch a glimpse of the small red triangle covering her pussy. As I look up Nicky is smiling down at me. "Nice aren't they? The red ones, I mean" "Very attractive" I say. My pussy is getting wet again. I want to reach down and rub it as I did in the meeting. Nicky turns back to finish her work on the mannequin. With one last glance up her skirt I wander off to look for a pair of panties like the ones Nicky has on. If they have this effect on me they will work wonders for my husband.

As I walk to the wall opposite Nicky I slip my hand in through the slit in my skirt and give my pussy a rub. I'm dying to get off. The wet silk clings to my slit. I give my clit a few gentle strokes. I glance over my shoulder, Nicky is still working up on the ladder. Although now I'm too far away to get a good look up her skirt. I turn back to the display case in front of me My clit wants to be stroked again. I can't do it here. My hand goes down, I press my skirt up against my crotch. The pressure feels good against my pussy.

"Would you like to try these on" says Nicky. I hadn't noticed her come over. As I turn to her I see she is holding out a pair of red thong panties like the ones she is wearing. Automatically I reach for them. I hadn't told her I wanted to try them on. My hand feels the soft silk of the panties, they're warm, there's no tag on them. I hold the silk up my cheek it's soft, smooth. The panties still smell warm, they smell of Nicky.

"Shall we see if they fit?" I nod. Nicky takes the panties from my hand, kneels in front of me. Her hands reach up under my skirt and begin to pull my panties down.

"No, what if someone comes in." "The doors locked and I've closed the shutters" Nicky says as she smiles up at me. "I thought you might need a little more personal attention in picking something out. I thought it best if we weren't interrupted. Its pretty much closing time anyway." Nicky pulls my panties down. As I step out of them Nicky lifts them up toher face. She rubs them against her face. "These are good quality" shesays. "They smell good too." I'm sure she noticed the wet patch, but she made no comment.

"Why don't we take your skirt off, that way we'll be able to see how these panties really fit you." With that Nicky unfastens my business skirt and lets it fall to the floor. Except for my shoes I'm naked from the waist down, with a cute blond kneeling at my feet, my wet panties in her hand. I'm glad I decided to buy something for my husband.

Nicky holds out the red panties for me to step into. She slides them slowly up my legs. She's caressing my legs. Although they aren't as firm as hers I'm in pretty good shape. She pulls the waist band up over my hips. The thong settles in the cleft between my buttocks. A few of my pubic hairs are sticking out even though I keep my bush neatly trimmed. Nicky's fingers reach behind the silk touching my bush as she spreads the fabric. My hairs disappear. Then she pushes the fabric against me smoothing it out. She slides her hands between my legs pulling the thong up between my buttocks. Her hands sliding over the silk feels wonderful. "How do those feel?" she says as she gets to her feet. "Sexy" I say.

Nicky reaches down with her hand smoothing out the panties. She uses slightly more pressure this time. One of her fingers pushes the material into my cleft, brushing my clit. I'm wetting these panties too. "That does feel sexy doesn't it." She says. "Go see how they look in that mirror while I go and get a few more things for you to try on."

I turn to the mirror. The panties look pretty good on me. As I said before I'm in good shape. I look a little silly though, standing in my shoes, red thong panties and my business shirt. I slip my shoes off and begin to undo my shirt. By the time Nicky gets back I only have a bra and panties on. I look pretty good in the mirror. My breasts are firm and don't need a lot of support. The lacy bra I'm wearing is all I need. Lace makes me feel sexy. Occasionally I'll undo an extra button while I'm at work. I like to tease some of the men who come to my office with an eyeful of my firm breasts nestled in flimsy lace. It's fun to see them maneuver around as they try to get a second look.

Nicky is standing behind me looking in the mirror. "You look great. Try this bra on, I think it's the right size." The bra she's holding is white lace, underwired, there's also less fabric than the one I'm already wearing. "This will make you even more eye catching" she says. She places the clothes she's brought on the chair next to the mirror. Sliding her arms around me from behind she releases my breasts from the "front loader" as my husband likes bras with a clasp at the front. "You're firm" Nicky says as she cradles by breasts. My nipples begin to harden. I can feel Nicky's breasts pressing against my back. Her soft hands feel totally different than my husbands rough hands. Warm, caressing my breasts, brushing my nipples lightly. Different is good.

"Why don't I try that bra on a little later. I'd like to feel something a little softer." I like my breasts being free. Nicky slides her hands down over my stomach, pressing her breasts harder against my back. She's looking into my eyes in the mirror as her hands smooth out my panties again. First she spreads the fabric out the fabric over my pussy. Then she reaches her right hand down between my legs, slowly bringing it back up, one finger applying more pressure between my lips, tracing upwards over my clit. I close my eyes and let out a slight moan. Nicky presses down between my legs again, harder this time, than lightly brings her finger back up. Her left hand reaches up to cradle my right breast, pulling my body back against her breasts. I reach back, slide my hands up her legs, going up under her dress until I have her firm round buttocks in my hands. I pull her crotch tight up against my bare buttocks. I open my eyes, Nicky is smiling at me in the mirror.

Nicky releases me and takes a soft cotton night shirt she had brought over off the chair. She spreads it on the ground at her feet. Next she pulls her cotton dress off over her head and spreads this on the floor. She has no bra on. She doesn't need one. Her breasts are smaller than mine and firmer, pert. On top of the clothes on the floor, Nicky spreads a couple of silk camisoles. Taking my hand she draws me down to the floor. I lie back on the silk. Nicky leans over me lowering her mouth to my right nipple, the more sensitive one. She flicks it lightly with her tongue. Her left hand traces it way down my abdomen. She slides it under the panties. I'm very wet. Her finger slides easily into my slit. Down it slides between my legs. I spread my legs and push up against her hand. Her finger slick from my juices comes to rest against my puckered asshole. My husband's never done this. It feels good, Nicky just applies gentle pressure, then her hand moves back up between my lips. As it grazes my clit I let out another moan of pleasure, louder this time.

Nicky's head moves from my breast. I can feel her warm breath moving down my belly. Pulling the panty fabric to one side her hands are caressing my pussy. Pushing her fingers down into my cleft. Teasing my clit. She doesn't try to penetrate me, I'm glad, that would be a distraction. She spreads my legs further, her tongue brushes my clit. A jolt passes through me. Again her tongue passes over my clit, down between my legs. As she brings her head back up she covers my clit with her mouth, lightly sucking on it. After only a few seconds I come. I've needed that all afternoon. Nicky lies down next to me her head resting on my leg. She smiles up at me then begins to lightly run her fingers over my pussy lips, occasionally brushing my clit. I'm very sensitive down there, even the lightest touch sends shivers through me. Turning on my side towards her I rest my head on her leg. I can see moisture on her blond pussy hairs. Her clit is moist and protruding. I spread her pussy lips revealing her tantalizing moist coral colored inner flesh. I lick my finger and run it up her slit, teasing.

She spreads her legs wider. I move my head towards her pussy. My tongue flits rapidly, yet lightly across her clit. Nicky moans loudly. Her fingers press between my legs. She's close to coming. I lighten the pressure on her clit, teasing her. Her hand moves to the back of my head, she wants more pressure. I resist, teasing her lightly. Her moaning gets louder. She is about to go over the edge. I can feel her tongue on my clit again, pressing, insistent. My mouth engulfs her clit. I increase the pressure. Her hand presses me on. Her pussy presses against my face. I feel her body shudder as she comes. As I feel the pressure on the back of my head lessen, Nicky moves her hands to my bottom pulling my pussy tightly against her mouth. I come again.

Needless to say I bought the red panties. My husband was very pleased with them. He was surprised that I had bought them. "Not like you" he said. I told him not to be surprised if I bought some more.

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Steps-of-Moma

I've been wanting to tell someone about what happened to me last year, and I never knew who I should tell it to, until I came at Metropolitan Museum of Art on Fifth Avenue when something happened that has changed my life.

There was a woman sitting a few steps up from me...about 15 feet away She was so pretty, in fact, beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes from her. I leaned back against the wall and sat sideways while I ate my lunch of a sandwich and soft drink and kept glancing at her. I'm youngish...23, and pretty, but this woman was like a model of perfection...long legs in nylons, a very expensive taupe colored tropical wool skirt, and a white rayon blouse. She had on only a little gold jewelry, but need nothing to accent her looks. She was very special. Her hair fell in pale thick waves of light gold, almost to her waist.

After a moment she pivoted her bottom on the steps so that she was facing more directly toward me. She had a magazine on the step next to her, and seemed to be reading it. It was later in the day than the normal lunch hour and although there were more than 50 people on the massive expanse of steps, it was as though no one else was there, certainly no one that could see her from my vantage point.

Then she dropped the bomb. She kept reading, and dropped one leg down straight along the steps, opening herself up to me. I could see everything under her skirt clearly, vividly. She had no panties on at all, and wore only garters, and nylons. With her long legs apart like that I could see the pale insides of her thighs, as white as fresh cream, and her cunt. She was shaved almost totally bare...there was only a little triangle of blonde hair above the open lips of her slit. I was completely mesmerized. I didn't think she knew I was watching, so I just stared. I looked aroud once or twice, but the world was oblivious to us.

At one point she lifted her leg again into the normal position, and putting her knees together spread her high heeled feet about twelve inches apart so that I was still afforded that view. Then she rested her hands under her skirt... her palms on her thighs just above her ass cheeks, and softly rubbed them up and down on her naked skin. My cunt was dripping like a faucet. My panties were soaked.

She then placed her hands so close to her cunt that her fingernails, beautifully manicured, were almost meeting at the "vee" of her lips. Pulling her thighs gently open, using her finger tips, she spread her cunt lips apart and started rubbing the tip of one finger across her lips, and almost imperceptibly began flicking the little pink head of her clitoris. Oh god....I was almost going out of my mind. I've never seen another woman do that....and such a beautiful one...wow!
She startled me by looking down towards me and smiling. She had a beautiful smile. God she was flawless, but she continued to touch herself while looking at me. I wanted to faint.
Well... to get to the point she approached me, took my hand, (surprised the hell out of me) and said "c'mon... come walk with me...I want to show you something nice." I didn't hesitate to follow. I'm twenty three...and here I was being held by the hand...and led along like a school girl.
We didn't talk...not a word.

She led me only a little over a city block, to the entrance of a Fifth Avenue apartment building. Two doormen. Tres chic. She led me in, the doormen just nodding to her as we passed, holding the doors open, and we went into the elevator. Still not one word more from her. I just stared at her as we went up nine floors. She turned once and smiled. She also leaned over and kissed me once...softly...on my mouth...Oh god. It was as though I was in a movie...or a dream.

Her apartment was like something from an interior design magazine. Unbelievable. Windows overlooking the park and museum. It must have cost millons. She wasted no time. Not one second. She led me over to the window...to a black leather couch knd of thing...but with no back..a kind of single bed sized seat. The floors were black and white marble squares. She sat me down and told me to stay there...and left the room.

In a moment she returned...with a bottle of Louis Roederer "Cristal" Champagne, and two glasses. Still no words other than little short statements. Little nothings. She poured two glasses of the champagne and set the bottle on the marble floor.
Then she said something I thought very odd. She said "Don't spill one drop..not one drop...ok?... You'll drink it all won't you?... Promise me!"

I said "Yes..." thinking she meant the champagne, and took a sip. It was so good.
Then she lifted her skirt up..to her waist, and coming right up to me as I sat there, shaking a bit, put one heeled foot on the leather of the day couch, at my side, and spread open just in front of my face. I was flabbergasted, and excited. I could smell her perfume...and the fragrance of her cunt. I began to quiver all over.

She then said, "Now you can touch what you've been looking at for the past twenty minutes." She just stood there, naked to me, and sipped her champagne. I leaned forward to touch her. As soon as my hand slipped under her, to cup her cunt and fondle it, she put her hands on the back of my head and pulled it into her thighs. I resisted...just a little... and she gently pulled my face so that the lips of my mouth met the lips of her cunt. She was warm, smooth as a baby, and slippery wet in between her lips. I kissed her there. She smelled like expensive french perfume...she tasted like honey and baby powder. I put my tongue out, in between her lips, and sucked the inner ones into my mouth. She was a goddess, and I'd never been with a woman.
She began unbuttoning her blouse, unwrapped her skirt and tossed it aside, and began to pull my clothes off. First my top...over my head...then my bra... Then she lifted me by the hand.
Kneeling at "MY" feet, she removed my skirt and panties. She looked up at me and sucked the wet crotch of my nylon panties into her mouth...she sucked all of the wetness from the crotch, looking up at my eyes and fingering her cunt.

She lay me down on the cool black leather and pushed my legs wide open...I'm blond too, and have my pussy trimmed for my personal feeling of sexiness. But I look about seventeen, and have little fur there. My cunt was drenched.

She pulled me halfway off the end of the low leather seat, so my head and shoulders were on the marble. Then she straddled my face and wasted no time in burying her mouth down between my legs. Her mouth on my wetness was unbelievable. She did things with her lips and tongue that I could never imagine. I tried to do the same kind of things to her. If you have never sucked on a woman's cunt when she was wet...you have no idea how erotic it is...how soft..the lips...the inside, when you push your tongue in. I had never done it before but I felt like a baby drinking mothers milk...moaning and sucking.

Licking her insides and sucking on her little pink hard clit.
The she held my face between her thighs as she closed them on me....and... she began to pee. At first I just thought she was gettting wetter. It just was a little. Then it spurted out into my mouth and caught me by surprise. I didn't know what to do. I tried to struggle free but she held my head in between the soft skin above her nylons.

She then said...kind of sternly..."You promised not to waste a drop,"..."If you do I make you lick it up!" I was afraid, but very excited...I closed my mouth over her cunt hole..completely covering it and gulped as fast as I could as she pissed nto my mouth. It was hot. Hotter than I expected...but tasted so sexy. Raunchy. I was captivated, and kept swallowing.
I drank, swallowing furiously until she finished, and stayed there licking up everything from her lips, from her thighs and nylons. Then she relaxed her legs and let them spread open again, releasing my face. But I wanted to stay there...looking up into her beauty.
Then she asked me to pee for HER....

At first it was hard to do...I couldn't relax enough...

...then it began to come. She held me in such a way that my piss squirted straight up..like a drinking fountain. And she drank it. She let it splash over her lips and mouth for a minute...maybe not on purpose...and then clamped her mouth on my cunt.
I could actually hear her gulping it as she swallowed it all. She swallowed every bit. Then she used her mouth to suck me to an orgasm like I've never had before.

When I had finished shaking from the orgasm, she leaned over and kissed my mouth. She tasted like my pee, and her mouth was slippery from my cum. I licked her mouth and tasted it all. It was sooo hot.

It was all over very quickly, an hour at most. She directed me to the bath and told me I could shower if I wanted, but I didn't. I washed my face, and dressed, and walked back out into the salon.

She kissed me. Holding my hand, slipped a little gold ring on my finger. Like a wedding band, but thin... Only now do I believe there was a significance to this gift. A fine, delicate bit of gold. She then took me to the door, kissed me once more and slid her hand under my skirt to touch my cunt again. I had left the wet panties in her bathroom on purpose, and she was surprised to feel me completely exposed, naked to her caress, but she didn't say anything to me. Just "goodbye".
I've never done this again. But I fantasize about it all of the time. and masturbate thinking of it more often than you can imagine.

When I pee now, on the toilet, I put my fingers into the hot stream and taste them. It still makes me excited. I love to look at pee pictures now...and stories about women who drink pee. Karina, of course is not my real name, but it's very close. I've never wated to share this with men...The thought is not the same for me, it's a woman that I desire now. The softness, the lips opening, the stream...

I'm 23 years old, blond, hazel green eyes 5'4" tall and my measurements are 34c-22-34. That's it. You would never imagine me to be caught in this web of fantasy if you were to see me. But if you were a beautiful woman, My mind would be on your thighs, the soft mound of your cunt sheathed in the wisp of your nylon panties, on the taste of you...hot, streaming, pale yellow champagne. Oh goddd!

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