Jul 23

Lesbian Sex At The Gym

Small Tits Lesbian Sex Story and the GymLesbian Sex At The Gym

As I watched, her chest heaving, her arms pumping, I thought
of other times such as this. Working in a gym, one records
certain sights and sounds. This was one such memory. She was
like many other women who worked out. A lithe muscularity, a
suppleness of youth, the beauty of Athena, she was the total


Her raven black hair, splayed all over the bench, lent
itself to a fine gossamer spider’s web. Her equally black body
suit, clung to every curve of her voluptuous, well framed body.
Be there any doubt, she was all woman.

There comes a time in every job, this one especially, when
emotion and need overcome all logic and calculation. I felt such
need. It was all encompassing. The desire to possess was
overpowering, it took up every part of my being. To delve that
deeply into every nook and cranny of one’s self is, to say the
least, unsettling.

Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice her rise from the
bench and her movement towards me. As the attendant I, among
other things, dispensed towels. Somewhere in my brain I knew
this was the reason for her approach, but it never dawned into my
consciousness. For the fleetest of moments our eyes met. Her’s,
the most beautiful shade of blue and mine, the most apparent
shade of lust. As she retrieved her towel I saw, or maybe just
imagined, a recognition in her eyes of what was so plainly
displayed on my face. There was no approval, nor dissent in this
and I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed.

I watched her walk towards the dressing room. The shape of
her legs, the swaying of her hips, the way her hair matted
against her back, drove me again to distraction. She paused at
the doorway and there, I was now certain, she did look at me.
Directly at me. It must have been me because at this time, I
noticed, we were all alone. No other patrons in the gym. For
all I cared, at this point, none in the world. She then
continued into the changing area.

I paused for no more than a moment. Locking the doors this
near to closing would go unnoticed, and I proceeded to the locker
room. I deliberately slowed my pace, not wanting to seem over
anxious but no matter what I did from here on in would bely my
outward appearances.

I saw her next near the lockers, with her back to me. My
sense of purpose wavered, my resolve faltered and then, again,
those eyes. They beckoned me forward. My body was on its own.
No control could be exerted to move me in any direction except
towards her. With a barely perceptible movement she bade me to
halt. My body instantly obeyed. What would happen next was
beyond my comprehension but anything she wanted would be
welcomed. Not only welcomed but desired.

At this point, I turned my thoughts inward, and I felt the
urges building deep inside me.

Returning my attention to her, I witnessed the slow removal
of her bodice. The straps, one at a time, lifted slowly off her
shoulders to be left hanging at her sides. Her purple tank top
was all that remained to cover her up from the waist. She raised
her arms deliberately above her head in a stretch, exposing the
bottom crescents of her ample, milk coloured breasts. As with
the raising, her arms were again lowered, deliberately. The tank
top returned to its normal position, slightly hitched up on one
side, seemingly hooked up on a hard, protruding nipple.

She turned slightly and slid her thumbs inside the suit.
She pulled down without bending and wriggled the suit past her
hips. Pausing momentarily, she readjusted her tights. Then she
continued the removal. Lifting one leg, then the other she
extricated herself from the suit’s binding and let it drop to the
floor beside her.

It was then I noticed my sweaty palms and shallow breaths.
The sound of my heart was excruciatingly loud in my ears,
drowning out any possible sound from without. My face felt flush
and my stomach fluttered, all with anticipation.

She again looked at me, then lowered her gaze. My eyes
followed. She reached for her waistband and inched it downward,
past her hips and over her well shaped buttocks. She turned even
more and sat down sideways on a bench to continue the removal of
her tights. She lifted her inside leg, knee slightly bent, and
rolled the tights down to the tip of her toes. Once off, she
turned her attention to the other leg and bending down, did the
same. Sitting up, she gave me a glimpse of her dark, luscious
pubic mound.

With this, I took a tentative step towards her, only to be
halted again by those piercing blue eyes. My desire was welling
up from deep inside and I could feel that familiar and expected
wetness on the inside of my legs.

Crossing her arms in front of her body, she grabbed the
bottom of her tank top and lifted. She hesitated as her arms
reached their zenith above her head. Her breasts, two perfectly
designed orbs, were lifted by this motion. Her dark brown
nipples extended, almost to the point of impossibility, outwards.
Their elongated oval shapes forming a “v” if joined together.
Her body glowed with perspiration from the workout and looked
ready for more.

She rose from the bench and moved to a stretching mat
nearby. As she reclined, she motioned me forward so I was
standing above her and at her feet. She held one leg flat and
the other bent with one knee above the other. She was braced up
on her elbows and her long tresses covered her breasts.
My legs felt as if they could no longer hold me up and I
quivered with each heartbeat. I stared longingly all over her
body. I wanted every part of her imprinted in me. Her feel,
taste, aroma, all of her.

My eyes locked onto the movement of her legs. She started
to bend her straight leg while at the same time moving them both
outwards. With my breath caught deep in my throat, I followed
her legs up. Past her knees, to the soft flesh of her inner
thighs, with my eyes coming to rest on the most perfect vision I
had ever seen. Her mound was covered with wispy black pubic
hair, allowing the redness of her lips to show through. As I
watched, her lips parted exposing the inner folds, swollen,
scarlet and very moist. One drop of her juice glistened at the
end of a pubic hair.

Crouching, I kept my eyes on that one drop. Her scent came
up to meet me and it drew me lower. My cheek brushed against her
thigh and she let out a soft, low moan. Instinctively her legs
spread wider, her clitoris fully in sight. The soft, sensitive
nub showing underneath its hood. My mouth opened slightly and I
let out a warm breath. Her body reacted. She reached down a
hand to touch the back of my head. Her hips arched and together
with her hand she moved my mouth closer to her. I resisted

The sweetness of her scent only enhanced the anticipated
taste, which in itself was exquisite. I parted her lips further
with my tongue and thrust it in deeply. Her hand gripped my head
tightly and she came up to meet me, fully. With a deep influx of
breath and a deep guttural moan she seemed to relax. My tongue
moved from deep inside her and began to trace its way up to a
place from where she couldn’t resist me. The tip of my tongue
found that place. Her body convulsed. With each flick of my
tongue her hand pushed me closer. Her breath was coming in waves
and her moans kept time with my movements. On my bottom lip I
could feel her lips twitching and the contractions were becoming
stronger and closer together. I knew then she would not last
much longer. Then it happened. Her back arched hard, her thighs
squeezed tightly against my face and she let out a combination
moan and scream. Her hands kept me close to her.

After an eternity, the waves slowly subsided. She relaxed
her grip and her breathing slowly returned to normal. I could
feel a fresh wetness between my own thighs and knew I was going
to need the same release. Almost on queue, she raised my face,
bent down and kissed me. Our tongues met and I felt little
electric shocks proceeding to my nipples and down to my clit.
She gently rolled me onto my back. Kneeling above me, she pulled
my polo shirt from my shorts. Raising my back, I let her pull my
shirt over my head. She reached for the clasp in the front of my
bra and undid it. My bra popped open and in that instant, she
bent over and put one nipple in her warm mouth. The first moan
escaped from my throat. I kicked off my sneakers as she lowered
herself to my stomach, placing little butterfly kisses along the
way. She moved to my feet, grabbed the waist band of my shorts
and panties and in one motion, removed them.

I was so impatient, I lifted my ankles to her back and
pulled her down. The heat I felt was unbearable. I needed her
now. Almost unexpectedly her mouth was upon me. I reached down
and spread myself with my fingers so she could get right to my
clit. I bit my upper lip when she first touched it. That caused
me to tighten all my muscles. As she continued, I felt her first
insert one, then two fingers deep inside of me. She rubbed
gently inside and then faster and harder until she hit that
magical spot. The feel of her tongue on my clit and her fingers
on my g-spot was more than I could handle. With one final thrust
of her fingers, I exploded. All of my heat seemed to transfer
straight to my groin, my hole body tensed as if it was one muscle
and then the convulsions came. Wave after wave rushed over me.
Each a little gentler than the last, until I finally laid there
spent and unmoving. Just as quickly as it ended, she was beside
me and we embraced, softly kissing each other and breathing
headily of our sex.


I awoke later, how long I don’t know. She was gone and I
was alone. The experience was fresh in my mind. I had gotten the
imprinting of her I had wanted, needed and now it was a memory.
We didn’t speak a single word but we had shared everything. It
was at that thought, I then realized, I would never know her

Jul 23

Lesbian Best Friends

My Best Girlfriend Cuckolds With Me Against My Husband Sex Lesbian StoryLesbian Best Friends

I’ve been married for quite a few years now. Like some other couples, my husband started to loose his sexual interest in me.


He took on a second job, and I was often left alone in the evenings.  The times we were together, he always seemed to find an excuse not to have sex with me.  In the beginning I was very frustrated and tried just about everything to get him into our bed, but finally I grew accustomed to this lifestyle, and I learned to live with it.

At work I had a colleague who over the times became a good friend.  We talked a lot and she seemed to have the same problem, her husband being a successful businessman, being away from home very often.  We found that we shared the same interests and

decided to become members of the local tennis club.

In the summertime, we would go about twice a week to the club, and enjoy each other’s company, playing tennis and chatting in the bar.  Inn wintertime, the tennis courts are closed, so we decided to go to a fitness club to keep in shape.

At first we went to a sports store to buy some proper clothing.

We took an afternoon of and drove out to the shop.

I let my friend talk m e in to fit a black body suit.  It seemed to me I never would fit into it, but she insisted on me trying it on as she was going to fit the same model in white, we disappeared in the fitting rooms at the back of the store.

The suit was very high cut out over the hips and the back and front didn’t cover very much either.  As I still was trying to get into it, my friend suddenly pushed her head in and asked me to look her over.  I nervously quickly managed to pull the straps over my shoulders and I’m sure I blushed. She commented I looked very sexy and came in with me.  I am of a shy nature and I hesitated to turn around when she asked me so. It is kind of hard to see how it really fits you, she sad, if you don’t remove your underwear.  As I turned around, I saw her body for the first time from so up close and I couldn’t help myself gazing at her firm round breasts,tightly caught in the suit, showing virtually through the white cloth.  Her tall naked legs ended up to where the bodysuit merely covered her small shaven vagina.  We both kept silent for a moment, not trying to show our excitement.  With a little tremble in my voice I told her she looked magnificent and asked her to turn around.  When she did so she lifted both her arms to hold her long brown hair up, and I couldn’t resist to touch her to straighten the straps on her back. Doing so,it was like an electric shock, running from the tips of my fingers down to my already moist pussy when I caressed her soft skin. Do you think we should buy these? I sad, it doesn’t cover us much,isn’t it? She slowly turned to me and with a naughty grin on her face she replied : I even think it still covers too much ! Here let me help you, she sad.  Gently, she moved the straps of my bra down which I had kept on

You see, that already looks a lot better, she sad.  She slid her hands down and grabbed the sides of my shorts.  Gently she started pulling them up, sliding back and forth over the edges and I felt her fingertips slightly touch the sides of my vagina

I sensed the warmth of her glowing body against mine as we were loosing ourselves, surrendering to each other.  Suddenly the shopkeeper’s voice brought us back into reality asking us if we would like to try on some other models.  No that’s o. k; miss, my friend replied, I think we both decided to buy just these two, and she knotted her head into my direction.  We immediately took off to the gym

We arrived early in the afternoon and were welcomed by the manager’s wife.  Since this was our first visit, she showed us around and offered us a drink at the bar.  After a few glasses of wine we went to put on our new outfits.  I still was feeling very horny.  We entered a big room, in the center stood a long row of lockers, designed as a community dresser, were at the sides were a number of private cabins.  I went to open a cabin door, when my friend grabbed my arm and sad : come on, there is nobody else but us two in here, you’re not shy,? Are you?

I didn’t want to admit it, so I agreed.  She obviously made no problem out of it and quickly undressed completely, were I still, slowly took of my clothes, trying to hide my body as much I could.  She didn’t bother to put on her bodysuit, and ran around the room fixing her hair in front of a mirror.  After I dropped my bra and shorts I wanted to step quickly into mine, but somehow I stumbled and fell on the ground completely naked and embarrassed.  She came running towards me and tried to help me back on my feet

So there I was, naked and helpless, flat-out on my back.  My friend kneeled beside me, her voluptuous breasts hanging over my face, wiggling her soft round nipples just a few inches away from my mouth.

I don’t know if it was the wine that encouraged me, but suddenly I pushed her arm from under her and made her body drop on me.  She was so surprised, she screamed, but did nothing to avoid my lips touching her wet mouth.  Our lips started caressing and she gradually pushed her tongue into my mouth.

Just like mine, I could feel her dripping hot vaginal juices on my legs while I rubbed her cunt with my leg.  We moved our tits to press hard against each others, exciting us, feeling our trembling, hot bodies together.  Then we slowly got up.

As we stood facing each other, my friend placed her mouth deep into my neck and I sensed her hot horny breath.  She took my hand and led it down to her slimy hot pussy.  For a while she guided my hand up and down her cunt, then she selected one finger and made me enter her, forcing my finger in, deeper and deeper.  She slightly bend her knees and made me press on her hard round ass, while she moved it back and forth.  I felt my finger slide in and out inside her hot lustful vagina, while she moaned of pleasure and excitement.  Turning our bodies made our nipples touch.  I was so aroused and hot I on my turn took her hand and impatiently slid her fingers into my red hot vulva.  I pulled back on her hair, and once again we licked and kissed, running our tongues in each others mouths Our hips and asses began to push faster and harder, fingering our clits.

Breathing heavier,, continuously masturbating we climaxed, our juices running down our legs.

Totally exhausted and equally satisfied, we dropped on a bench

alongside the wall.  Smiling, sweetly kissing each other, caressing each others face, we suddenly were disturbed by a bunch of teens and their teacher, entering the room.

Surprised and embarrassed, we jumped up and grabbed to whatever clothing was in our reach.  The kids and their teacher though, paid no attention to us, and they all started undressing.  We put on our outfit and made our way to the fitness room.  We still weren’t satisfied.  After all, we had been without sex for so long, it seemed we’d had to catch up for all those years. My friend positioned herself opposite to me on her back and started exercising.  She opened her legs wide, lifting her knees.  The bodysuit crimped down her vagina, revealing just a little bit more of her delightful small, shaven pussy Every move, made the cloth press harder and deeper onto her small swollen clit

I stood over her, watching her excitement, intoxicating me,to the point I started pulling up the cloth of my suit as high as possible between my legs.  I could feel my tits wanting to pop out of my skin and my nipples became rock hard We both looked at each other and without speaking, made our way back to the dressing room, passing the kids in the hallway.  We jumped into our clothes and headed towards my house, were we spent all afternoon and night, naked, making love till dawn.

Although we do not consider ourselves as lesbians, we since then practically live together.  Our husbands do not seem to mind at all.  It even suits them fine this way we think, they regained some of their liberties back, coming and going as they please.  For most of the time now my friend stays over at my house, since her husband is mostly away at night to.  In the beginning we used to sleep together in the guest room, but ; my husband proposed himself, we’d take the master bedroom.

Oh yes, occasionally I let him fuck me, and I must say, on the rare occasions he feels like it I still enjoy his warm dick in my pussy.  My friends husband though rarely comes home.

I caught my husband often to peep in on us while we are together, he says it has always been one of his fantasies


It suits us fine !!!!!!

Jul 23

Wendy the Baby Penis Clit Lesbian

Lesbian Sex Wendy Redhead StoriesWendy the Baby Penis Clit Lesbian

Wendy and I have been friends forever, having lived a few houses apart since we were 8. Our birthdays are only 3 days apart, so naturally co-parties seemed a natural to our parents, who have played bridge together every Wednesday for years.


We’ve always gone to the same schools and known the same kids. Our families are close, so we go on vacations together a lot, too. And of course, we always spend Wednesday evenings together, wherever the bridge party isn’t. Anyway, being so close we seem to have matured together, as well: we seemed to start growing breasts around the same time, we both started our periods within the same month, stuff like that. It’s been really convenient for sharing clothes, since we’re close to the same size, too. Wendy’s boobs are a little longer than mine, but mine are rounder.

Probably the neatest thing is we’ve had each other to lean on for the emotional changes in becoming women. We consider ourselves to be women, starting high school and all, people maturing so much faster that they used to. Wendy, of course, is more strident than me. I call it strident. Like, when we were about nine, a lady down the street thought Wendy had taken something from her yard and spread a rumor. Of course Wendy hadn’t, and when she heard about the rumor, she marched right down there, knocked on the lady’s door, and told her what for! And only nine years old. I was so proud, since I could never have done that, especially to an adult and all.

Then there was the time she went on “a date” when she was 14 with Warren and he decided he should give her a hicky to prove to the other guys that he had been alone with her. She decided right then that she wasn’t going out with another boy till she was at least 20 since they were too immature, biting and all. I agreed, though never as firmly as Wendy, and we vowed to not date boys ‘till we turned twenty, ages from now.

Just a couple weeks ago, Wendy made another grand decision: bras are the invention of men and she isn’t going to wear one ever again. We were at her house after school today when she told me. She was changing her clothes, we’ve never been shy around each other that way, like sisters, and she took her blouse off and I was surprised she had no bra on, her boobs just, well, out there. She was so proud as she announced her decision to me, but I laughed till I almost cried when I saw the bandaids on her nipples. She said that was so the boys couldn’t tell she was bare underneath and make fun. I was rolling on the bed, I almost couldn’t breath, when she tried to take the bandaids off and was jumping all around ‘cause they were sticking so, pulling on her tender skin. Wendy is really pale and I think pale skin in more tender than darker skin like mine. I’m not like black or anything, but darker than Wendy. Anyway, her poor little boobs were all itchy from the bandaids for an hour. I said she should maybe wear a halter, or a tube, or maybe a tank-top under her blouse instead of using bandaids.

“That’s a great idea,” she said, rubbing the ends of her breasts . “Feel how raw my poor titties are,” she pouted, leaning toward me. I didn’t move, not sure what to do. We had touched each other when we were younger, like kids do, and spent time comparing our breast sizes as they grew, and examining how I had a little thicker pubic hair than Wendy’s as that came in, but not lately, not since we’d “grown up”.

She saw my hesitation. “Don’t worry, one touch won’t make you a lesbian or anything,” she joked. “And they won’t bite, like boys do.” She really hated hickies with a passion ever since that time with Warren. I carefully reached out a fingertip and touched the now pink skin near the end of her breast, sliding in a circle, ever smaller till I ran off the end of her nipple.

“Ooo, that feels different than when I do it,” she smiled. “I play with my nipples sometimes, to see how excited I can get, you know? But when you touch me, it’s a lot more exciting.” We had talked before about how sensitive our breasts were when touched, back when they where just getting going, but that had been a couple years ago probably. I thought it was neat how we could talk about everything together.

“You ought to go without a bra, Laura, at least sometimes. It feels really neat: free and loose. And, of course, sometimes your blouse will rub just right and feel sooo sexy. Of course, it can be distracting in the middle of class.” We laughed and then joked about getting excited in old Mr. Hickson’s history class.

“I don’t think I could get excited in his class even if my hands were on my boobs the whole time” I blurted out.

“You just don’t have the right technique, girl,” she said as she jumped to the bed. Then very secretly “I got some good advice from this book my mom has. I found it way up on the shelf in her closet, and it has pictures and lots of ideas. I tried several different ways till I found this one that feels sooo good. Then she continued more matter of factly, “I was looking for condoms cause mom keeps saying she won’t get pregnant again, but I hear them making it in there every once in a while. They wait till late when they think I’m asleep. Do you masterbate, I mean since we lost our virginity?”

Technically, neither of us were virgins anymore. But that’s another story, one we again went through together. I was glad to get the subject off of her parents, though, a picture I didn’t want in my head. But shifting to me was uncomfortable too.

“Sometimes,” I admitted. “It feels funny, a nice funny. But maybe you’re right. It probably depends on how you do it.”

“Well, I’ll show you the book tonight,” then she brought her hand up to my chin, “and maybe show you a thing or two,” she offered as she caressed my cheek.

pic”I bet you can, too.” I grabbed her hand in mine. “I bet you do it every night, don’t you?” I said smiling.

“Well, I only found the book last Friday.” And we both laughed.

The game was at my parents’ house, so we would have pizza at Wendy’s. I went home and tried not to think about tonight, or not let on to Mom that I was pre-occupied with it so she’d start asking what was on my mind. I loved her being concerned, but I was more grown than she new, and thought about things she would say “should wait till I was older”. I went down to Wendy’s just before dark, passing her folks coming to my house. They were holding hands like kids. The image of them in bed, her mom’s feet in the air, yelling oh baby! flooded my mind, and I was sure I blushed as we passed. They told me to hurry cause Wendy was waiting, they wouldn’t be too late, maybe 10:30 or 11:00 as usual.

Wendy let me in wearing her summer pajamas, pink shorties with a lacy thin top. Her boobs were apparent beneath the thin material. For some reason, I noticed them more after our talk this afternoon. Then she noticed me noticing, and struck a sway-back, push-em out pose, swaying her chest back and forth. “Like what you see, lady?”

“You tease. I just didn’t expect to see you in pajamas so early. Going to bed soon?”

She laughed her ‘I’m so sexy’ laugh. “We’ll see.”

We had pizza and sodas while watching some TV. Then Wendy left the room for a few minutes, I assumed in the bathroom, but she came back with her mom’s book she had mentioned this afternoon, “Loving Me, Loving You” it was called.

“I’ll clean up this stuff,” she said waving at the paper plates and napkins, “while you go get some pj’s on. Then I’ll show you the book.”

“I didn’t bring any pj’s,” I admitted. “I didn’t know I was spending the night. Can I borrow?” “Sure, you know where they are,” she said with a sweet smile. I really like Wendy. I ran up to her room and rummaged through her jama drawer, grabbing a pair of summer-light pajamas, shorties like Wendy’s, only yellow. I slipped out of my clothes, pausing to view myself in the mirror on the back of her door. I am thin, but athletic from the soccer we still play. My waist is longer than Wendy’s, but just as small, rounding to nice adolescent hips. I turned this way, then that, thinking I was probably sexy looking. Then trotted down stairs. I remembered what she had said about feeling loose and free without a bra and thought that was probably true, conscious now of my nipples rubbing inside the borrowed top.

We sat close together against the couch, as though we were watching a scary movie and each needed the comfort of the other. The book was all about a woman’s body and how to get yourself sexually excited. It was a woman alone at first, showing large color pictures just where everything was, and how it all worked, and how to stimulate your breasts, the most tender sensitive spots on a woman’s body, how to arouse yourself. Wendy pointed out the ways she had already tried. I was silent, feeling inexperienced, but definitely interested.

Later in the book it showed two women together, doing what the one had done for herself earlier, then going further. Wendy said this was where she had gotten her details about oral sex. Why did she need that kind of information, I wondered? I was entranced, though. I had heard of women together, but never imagined what I saw in these pages, in graphic color. The sensitive touching all over, the kissing, full on the lips, then with tongues, breasts being fondled, nipples being licked and kissed and sucked. I could feel my own body getting aroused, though it was new to me, in this way, beyond anything I had done in my own self-exploration. We turned the pages slowly, only murmuring at what we saw, though I could feel Wendy occasionally glancing toward me. She stopped for a long time on one page of photos, one woman spreading the other’s labia apart and putting her tongue into her, licking her clitoris as it got so big it looked like a baby penis, but more buried sort of, then pulling it with her lips, sucking it. There were other positions too, more than I can remember. I was almost overwhelmed by this new experience, intrigued, yet apprehensive. These women made it seem so loving, there looks were genuine and really seemed like they were lost in their senses, not like the stage bunnies in my dad’s Hustler in the garage. I surprised myself as I half imagined Wendy and myself in those pictures, holding each other, loving each other.

“I couldn’t show this to anyone else, you know,” Wendy looked at me with a warm, loving look. “I saw these women the first time and thought of you. Not old or anything like that” she smiled again, “and I am not proposing marriage or anything. But you know how close we are, how we can touch each other without worrying about it like most girls. I don’t know, I just thought of you.” I didn’t know what to say. I could see her emotions were very high, she was actually flushing, her cheeks and lips getting redder. I put my hand on her shoulder and admitted I was just thinking the same thing about her and I. Suddenly, she leaned toward me, and slowly, watching my eyes for permission, brought her lips close to mine. She looked at my lips, my mouth, my nose, then into my eyes again. She must have seen the submission I was feeling as she brought her lips to mine.

As we touched, I was surprised that I wasn’t nervous at all. I could tell Wendy felt the same, that for us this was ok, natural. I knew her lips would be soft. I mean, lips are always soft aren’t they? But this was really my first loving kiss, not a Mom or Dad kiss, not a congratulations girlfriend kiss. But a warm sensuous, loving sexy kiss. Wendy pulled away, and as we looked at each other, we smiled happily. As she leaned toward me again, I ran my tongue over my lips to moisten them, Wendy hesitated and smiled as I did it. Then we moved together, meeting lightly at first. She turned her torso slightly to face me as I leaned back on the foot of the couch.

We didn’t need to speak at all as we anticipated each others moves. Wendy steadied herself with one arm to the floor, her other hand rising to my cheek, while my hands reached out to circle her waist. When our lips came together again, they seemed to blend into one another, melting together as they spread open. My tongue was the first to emerge, I think surprising us both. I brushed past Wendy’s lips, then retreated, then meeting her eyes, returned further, sliding easily into her waiting mouth. I found her own tongue, gliding over it slowly, then around it. Our eyes met again as I pulled it out past her lips, Wendy chasing my tongue with hers. My eyes drifted closed as she spread her mouth over mine and I let her warmness dive deeply into me. I could sense our wetness blending as she searched excitedly over my soft wet inner skin. Then I playfully pulled her warm member in with a little sucking tug, nearly capturing her tongue. She sort of giggled, a funny sound without a tongue to help. We both couldn’t help but laugh at that.

After she calmed down, she looked at me more seriously. “It feels good kissing you. I wasn’t sure how it would be, kissing a girl and all, but I like it fine with you.” We both agreed it made us feel closer, more than friends. She described the sensation stirring in her breasts and vagina, a sort of tingling. I realized my hand was still at her side, my fingers idly skimming her ribs beneath her top. I raised my target slowly, finding the outer swell of her breast, circling below it towards her chest, the swelling increasing only slightly since gravity had little effect on her youngness. I rubbed the underside of her boob, slowly working up toward the tip, but before I got there she kind of shivered, sitting up straighter, but moving into my hand. Our eyes locked as I found her nipple, grasping it between my thumb and finger, massaging it gently. Her face came nearer, her lips drifted to my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, my mouth. Her hand outside her nighty covered mine within, applying more pressure.

“I think we should take this book upstairs,” she whispered, her mouth still against mine. “See what’s in there for us.”

“Mmm,” I mumbled through her lips. “Before your folks come home.” She drew away and glanced at the clock. Not quite 8 p.m. “Lots of time,” she said, then hopped up quickly, reaching down for my hand. I grasped her fingers and rose myself, and we headed for the stairs, one of her hands grasping mine, the other clutching the book. Wendy trotted ahead of me up the stairs. I noticed her tight little buns, how firmly they bounced, the slight sway to her hips. I had noticed these things before, but not with the same feelings, wanting to touch her, hold her. As she reached the top of the stairs she turned, backing toward her room, and grasped the bottom edge of her shortie top, beaming at me, then in one quick motion pulled it over her head and off, her eyelids drooping to a dreamy, sexy look. “Come into my boudoir,” she said, trying her best French accent. I made a little purring, growing sound as I ran toward her.

“Aaa!” she squealed, turning to run into her room. I followed on her heels, then “Wait!” she commanded as I got close, turning towards me. “You have to strip for me. Do a sexy dance.” She was being very commanding all of a sudden. I turned my head slightly, a sly smile on my lips, then began rocking my hips back and forth, seductively sliding my hands over my own breasts, then working my top upwards, slowly uncovering myself , then my top was over my head. Wendy “Ooo’d” and “Aaah’d”, flopping back onto the bed. I turned my back to her and continued moving my hips, bending at the waist, pushing my butt toward her as my fingers caught the edge of my pj bottoms and slowly eased them downward, exposing the top of my crack, then my cheeks. I bent my knees, squatting to the floor, pulling the pjs to my ankles, then straightened my knees quickly, leaving my hands and pjs on the floor, my nude butt staring at her.

“Yes!” She shouted. “I thought you were the shy one.”

I turned to face her as I stepped out of the discarded pajamas, fully nude before her. I had been at least partially nude in Wendy’s presence lots of times before, but I couldn’t remember being totally nude with her, not with these feelings, these desires. “Maybe love is making me crazy,” I countered as I moved toward her. “Love is not shy. Now, where is that book.”

She giggled. “I don’t need it for step one,” she offered. “Now lie here while I see how hard those nipples will get.” They were getting harder already, I thought, as I obeyed her and slide onto the bed. First I lay length wise, as I would to sleep, but she pulled my legs around to the edge of the bed, my butt barely on the surface, legs dangling over the edge. As she moved between my legs, I pulled my feet up onto the edge of the bed, Wendy spreading my knees to give her more room. She leaned over me, her hands sliding down my legs, first to my tummy, then up my sides to coax my arms up over my head, then slowly ran her fingers down through my tender underarms. I shivered as her touch began to re-awaken the sensations I’d felt downstairs. She fixed her attention on my breasts, her fingers gently circling them from base to tip, sending lightning up my spine. My eyes closed, I bite my lower lip, her hands covered me now, rubbing, kneading my soft flesh. I lowered my chin so I could see as she bent further, her lips spreading over my right nipple, the entire end of my breast disappearing into her mouth. I threw my head back again as I arched my back to meet her. She rubbed and nibbled hungrily, my nipple hardening and growing under her caressing. She sucked the dark nubbin upward, then let it escape her mouth, only to retrieved it again, and again. She worked the other nipple with her finger and thumb until she attacked it with her lips and tongue. No one had ever felt my breasts like this, certainly not with this sexual intent, and it was driving me wild.

She continued to nibble at my nipples as her hands slowly traced a path down my sides, back and forth around my waist, to my hips, down my thighs and back up to my waist, then down over my tummy to where my legs joined my abdomen. Her fingers slide down the creases where my thighs spread out, sliding to my crotch. She gently pushed my legs apart further as her mouth and tongue left my breasts, moving down my ribs, pausing to explore my navel. I lifted my head to watch as she licked her way past my tan line to my pubic hair, then grabbed it in her lips playfully. I smiled at her weakly, lowering my arms so I could reach out to her, to brush her cheeks with my fingers. She smiled up at me as she continued down my muff, her tongue slipping out to moisten my hair, playing at the top of my slit. “Oh Wendy,” I moaned. “Keep going,” I begged.

“You smell like you just had a shower,” she commented as she worked lower. I could only nod. She worked her tongue between my labia, spreading the lips, sliding up and down between me. “Oh!” I moaned louder as she came to rest just above my vagina, searching for and finding my clitoris. She worked the tip of her tongue like a finger, or a penis I thought, flicking and rubbing my clit, my hips beginning to rock, my whole stomach and abdomen contracting involuntarily to pull my crotch up to her face. My hands tugged her head closer to me. Then she spread her tongue down through my slit and back up, then slowly worked at the entrance to my vagina. The tip of her tongue just slightly penetrated me, then retreated, then pushed into me further. I felt like my whole body was burning, my vagina was starting to contract, then she pushed her tongue into me deeply, her face pushing against me hard. Suddenly I felt her sliding a finger into me, her tongue moving back to my clit. My body shuddered as she massaged upwards on my vagina, finding the tender base of my clit, sucking the end. Now two fingers were sliding in and out of me, fully up to her knuckles, first rubbing the top, then the bottom, reaching into me, spreading me. I could feel my pussy squeezing her fingers tightly as she reached for my cervex, her lips pulling my clitoris into her mouth. My mind was reeling, my body churning against Wendy’s face and hands. My vagina was pinching her fingers now, my hips rocking. I couldn’t control myself as I forced her face into me, all the muscles between my stomach and my knees it seemed were contracting. I was in a daze for what seemed like several minutes, I don’t know. Slowly, my body began to relax. I realized I was very wet down there, and Wendy continued to lick at me, almost lapping at my pussy. I was helpless, collapsed on the bed, as she began to nibble my clitoris again. It was so sensitive, my hips twitched with each touch of her tongue. Finally, she raised her face to mine, her mouth and chin smeared with my juices. She lay her breasts against mine as she brought her lips to my lips, her tongue to my tongue. I tasted my vagina as Wendy had done, from her mouth. I pressed my face to hers, sucking her tongue, pulling her into me, holding her close to me. We lay there for several minutes, holding each other, before I regained my composure, before my body would relax. “Wendy,’ I said, “I can’t believe it. I…..I couldn’t think….your tongue and fingers….God I couldn’t move.” She kissed my nose.

“Pretty good huh? I can’t believe how tight you got. My fingers were trapped there for a while,” she whispered, her hand gently touching my cheek, then brushing a wisp of hair from my forehead. “Very strong muscles down there girl.”

“I had no idea what it would be like. You hit all the right spots, that’s for sure,” I smiled dreamily at her. “You really attacked my pussy, girl. It’s all over you face,” I said as my fingered wiped a moist spot from her chin.

“Yours too.” she laughed. Then we kissed again, softly, emotionally.

“I want to do it to you,” I said to Wendy as she started to raise off of me. I wasn’t sure I could do what she had done, I couldn’t believe I was even thinking about doing it, but I wanted to try. I wanted to please her as she had me.

“Let’s rinse off some first,” she said, running her tongue over her lips, moving toward the bathroom. I could feel my climax leaving me, my exhilaration waning. I hoped I could keep my courage up to be as sexual, as uninhibited, as Wendy had. I felt like I had just gone along, riding the wave of emotion and physical pleasure she had given me, not really making a decision to make love like that. Now I wanted to make the decision to do it. With Wendy.

When I heard the shower going, I slid off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Wendy was just stepping into the tub as I came in. I watched her firm butt tighten as she tested the stream of water. Then she danced into the water with a squeal. “Ooo! It’s cold!” Her firm breasts jiggled as she bounced and turned under the spray, the light glistening off her wet skin. I sat down on the toilet to pee, and I just watched as she rinsed her head and face, then raised her arms and turned again to rinse each underarm. She squeezed out some liquid soap and began lathering herself, starting at her shoulders, moving through her underarms, around her sides and over her boobs. She seemed to linger there several moments, rubbing them, massaging her nipples, then moved down her front to her tummy, then her abdomen. She got more soap as she raised one leg to the edge of the tub, spreading her crotch. Her soapy hands dove between her legs, the one in front lathering her muff and inner thighs, the other going behind to her cheeks. She ran her fingers between her cheeks, pausing at her asshole to cleanse it thoroughly. Suddenly I looked up to her face and saw she was watching me watching her, and I blushed.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked with a smile.

I wiped myself, then stood by the sliding door. “It feels kinda funny, but yes, I am,” I admitted. She was rinsing herself as I joined her in the tub, feeling the cold water splashing on me. “Ooo, it is cold.” She smoothed her hair back as she stepped out of the stream toward me. “You’ll get used to it quick. It’ll make your nipples hard though,” she said, looking down at her own, flicking one with a fingertip. I could see they were really extended, bigger than usual. I watched as her hand came up to my chin, meeting her eyes as she gently slide across my cheek, to my neck and pulled my face to hers. Her lips were cool as they met mine. My eyes closed as our bodies came together, my arms instinctively circling her waist, our breasts pressing together. I could feel her hard wet nipples against me. She pulled her head back to look at me, our eyes meeting, a smile on her lips. Then her tongue slide out to touch the end of my nose, making me giggle, then she flicked it at my lips, and I nipped at it in fun. She moved close to me again and pushed her tongue between my lips, and I welcomed her warmness as it slide between my lips, and I sucked it deep within, her lips spreading over mine. Wendy began rubbing her chest against me, our breasts mashing together, her nipples occasionally moving against mine. I could feel my excitement growing again. She pulled her face away. “You get finished while I look through the book for something exciting for you to do to my squeeky clean body,” then she gave me a quick kiss and slipped out of the shower. I jumped into the cold water and rinsed myself quickly. I had taken a shower before I came over, but spent time washing my crotch anyway. I wondered what Wendy would come up with for me to do. I was still in wonder at what we were doing tonight, and surprised how much I was enjoying it. The feelings of guilt I had expected had melted away, along with my vanity. I had allowed Wendy to touch me everywhere, my most private areas, exploring me with erotic abandon, and loved it. I was actually excited just thinking about doing the same to Wendy. I was a little apprehensive, maybe, but very willing. I turned off the water and grabbed a towel from the rack.

I dried myself as I walked back into the bedroom. Wendy was flipping through her mother’s book as I approached.

“Hmmm,” she murmured. “This looks really nasty, erotic. I’d feel really exposed in that position, I think.” I looked over her shoulder at a picture of two women on a bed, one with her back against the headboard. The other woman was laying on the bed in the opposite direction, pillows piled under her butt to raise it in the air, one leg stretched up the wall, the other bent at the hip back toward her head. She was sort of resting on her shoulders, her crotch spread upwards before the other woman’s face. The first woman was looking down on the other’s crotch, one arm around the other’s hips, her other hand at the woman’s vagina, spreading her labia so her tongue could enter her. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.

“Wow,” was all I could say.

“Talk about full access, huh?” Wendy smiled at me. “That’s what I want you to do, till I scream in ecstasy. Will you?” She looked at me excitedly. I was amazed at her abandon. She would be not just nude, not just showing her pussy to me, but presenting it like a drinking fountain.

“Gosh”, I said. “I guess so. I haven’t ever played with someone else like this, you know. So I’ll be guessing some.”

“What I did to you felt good, right?” She responded, encouragingly. “Just massage my clit and vagina like I did. You’ll do fine. God, I’m half excited already just looking at this picture. Let me get some more pillows.” She was up like a shot, trotting to the hall linen closet. I watched her thin athletic body prancing through the house, getting excited myself. Then she was back with two more pillows. She piled them on her own pillow, then climbed onto the bed, feet toward the headboard, raising her rear-end into the air on top of the pile of pillows. As she slide closer to the headboard, raising herself higher she turned her head to me, and reached out to my hand, coaxing me onto the bed. “Come on”, she smiled. I crawled to her side on my hands and knees, then bent over her face, kissing her cheeks, her nose, her lips. My hand went to her breasts, massaging then firmly. She responded with moans of pleasure as I rubbed a nipple between my fingers. Then I kissed my way down her neck, to her chest, and attacked her breasts with my mouth. I wanted to be gentle, but she told me “harder, harder.” When her nipples were very hard, I moved to give her another long, deep kiss, forcing my tongue deeply into her mouth. I could tell she was getting excited now, pulling on my tongue with her lips, grabbing my boobs as I slide my right hand up to her crotch. I rubbed her muff firmly, then spread my fingers over her vagina and slide back and forth from her muff to her cheeks, feeling ever inch of her most private areas. Then I pulled my tongue out of her mouth and rose up, moving to the head of the bed. I positioned myself so I could lean over her crotch, between her spread legs. Her pussy was wide open to me, every feature exposed and turned up to me. I slowly fingered her pubic hair, sliding down to her labia, spreading them as I had watched her do to me. Her clitoris was there for me. I slowly ran my finger between her folds as my face closed on her clit. I could smell her first, a clean washed smell from the shower, along with her womanly fragrance. Then I tasted her, as my tongue reached out and landed, I felt a rush of feeling flood through me. I was fully engrossed in exploring Wendy, feeling her, tasting her.

I licked her clit, then her pussy, then nearly to her ass, then back again to her vagina. She was moaning now, her hand found my thigh and was gripping me. I nibbled her clit for a few moments, feeling it firm under my tongue, seeing it grow. Then I slowly pushed my warm soft tongue into her pussy, then back out, then in deeper, back and forth, deeper and deeper, until my mouth was pressed hard against her, my tongue exploring her as deeply as possible. She was wriggling under me now, her hips pulsing, moaning loudly. I slide my tongue out of her and straight back to her clit, wrapping my lips around it, pulling and sucking it, driving Wendy wild. My hand had gone between her cheeks to massage the tender skin between her holes, my forefinger coming to rest at her asshole, circling it, but she was dry. I pulled my face back to dribble some spit there, rubbing it into her ass with my finger, gently penetrating her. “Oh God!” she yelled. “Oh!” I slowly increased my pressure as I moistened her more, entering her ass fully, then retreating, then entering her again. Wendy’s hips began rocking, she was yelling at me to do it, do it. I again attacked her clit and vagina with my mouth and tongue. Then as she was pumping her hips quicker and quicker, I slid my thumb into her pussy and pressed it against my finger in her ass, sliding them both in and out of her holes. My lips pulled on her clit as she climaxed, my mouth against her.


Her pussy was moist since I started but became wet in a hurry. Her hand on my thigh gripped me strongly as she winced and screamed in pleasure. I watched as her face twisted, hers eyes shut tight, her other hand squeezing her own breast. Her clit was firm between my lips, her juices covering my mouth and chin and cheeks, her pussy and her asshole pinching hard on my finger and thumb. I knew she was climaxing, that I had brought her to the point of oblivion I had felt. I stayed with her for what seemed like several minutes as she contracted on my thumb again and again. Finally I pulled my finger from her ass first, but continued to slowly rub her pussy and lick her clit until she began to relax. Then I pulled away from her and turned my body till I faced her, her eyes dreamily gazing at me, and I bought my mouth to hers, pushing my tongue covered with her juices deep into her mouth. I could tell she was responsive, but weak with erotic exhaustion. Somehow she had gone to the edge of feeling under my touch. I was so happy for her, and proud. I helped her off the pile of pillows to lie beside me, and we held each other. We lay there for quite some time, looking at each other, kissing occasionally, caressing each others faces, breasts, abdomens, thighs, muffs, but mostly just holding. We were both taken by surprise, I think, by our sex that night. Knowing we were close friends, knowing we wanted to experience our first sex together, but not dreaming how deeply we would arouse each other. How close we would feel now. I could see in Wendy’s eyes that she felt more for me than she had before, closer, a part of me. And I felt the same toward her.

Jul 23

Pissing Seduction

Not a Lesbian Picture but for a ryLesbian Sex StoryPissing Seduction

The movie had begun for almost 15 minutes. I was late. I still had to go to the toilet. I had to piss. When I entered the toilet I saw a woman weeping. There shouldn’t be anybody there when the movie had started. But we were there, she and me. She might have been below thirty. It was hard to tell by her haphazard appearance.


Although it was none of my business I asked her what was wrong with her. For some reason she burst out into tears. I did not know what to do. I wanted to calm her down. To my great relief she hold herself together and stopped weeping. I gave her a tissue. She wiped out her tears. Still her face was swollen, sign of crying for a long time.

I again asked what was wrong with her. This time she did not demonstrate any outbursts. She has pulled herself a little. She said it was her husband. He always beats her up. Tonight the beating was too much for her to stand. She had fled here. Tears again came in her eyes as she was describing her husband’s brutality.

It was a very sad situation. I wanted to do something for her. I gave her my deepest consolation. I knew it was not enough. But what else could I do?

I gave her a sisterly hug. She again burst into tears in-between by arms. This crying business was really becoming intolerable. I had to do something. I started telling her about my own life. About my ex-husband. About the unbearable things he did to me. How I got separated. And now living in peace and happiness.

My story gave her some relief. At least I thought that. Then she started saying about what will she do now. She has no where to go. What will become of her. How is she going to live alone. Her whining was getting boring.

The urine pressure was too much inside my belly. I knew I had to piss. And I had to piss soon. The pressure was so that I could piss right there. I wanted to do that on her face. What an asshole! The lowest kind of worm I have ever seen in my life! Why can’t she take control of her life like everybody else. Such a childish baby! Have to tell her everything.

She again started to tell how her husband beats her. This time with details. He did this that day and that the other day. She was telling what he does when having sex. How he bites her breasts terribly. How he tortures her puss. It seemed the story of sexual brutality will never end.

I could wait no more. I went to a commode, let down my jeans and panties and started to piss. I was so anxious to do that I even forgot to close the door. She was right there in front of me. I was totally bottomless. She was surprised. Her story had stopped. She was standing there speechless staring at me. Her eyes pointed right at my pissing puss.

‘What is it? Never seen a nude woman before?’ I asked.

She was a little embarrassed. ‘No, not that. Its so abnormal!’

‘What’s so abnormal about pissing? You are talking like you have never pissed in your whole life.’

‘No, I mean in this way.’ She replied.

‘What way? In front of you? Now listen I needed to piss and I needed it badly. Don’t make any other sense from it. You are no stranger to me.’

‘No, no I didn’t. I could not even think that about you? No way you can be a …’

‘A what? Lesbian? What’s wrong with being a lesbian? Look honey, do you have any problem with that?’

She shook her head and said ‘No, not me. But it’s not normal, is it?’

‘You wanna say lesbian sex is not normal? Who told you bullshits like that? Take my advise, its the most natural thing that comes to we girls. Now what would you call your husband’s behavior? Normal?’

‘No way. I just heard things about the lesbians. I don’t really know what is true and what is not.’

I was beginning to think she might be someone I was looking for. Helpless, looking for love and care. I made my move. ‘I say its normal. I have been a lesbian ever since I had got divorced.  And its one of the sweetest thing that ever happened to me. You bet lesbianism is as normal as any other thing.’

She did not talk for sometime. I knew she was becoming horny. ‘She is for me.’ I said to myself. She was thinking something. But she never stopped looking at my nudity. I had finished pissing long ago, but did not get up. I sat right there.

After sometimes she said, ‘You are right about my husband’s abnormal behavior. I cannot call it anything but abnormal. Look what he did to me tonight.’ Saying this she unbuttoned her blouse. She did it very fast. My breathing had stopped for a moment. The bra was torn. Somebody did his best to demolish it and the breast under it. Her whole left breast was clearly visible. The nipple was erected. The huge breast had numerous black and blue marks on it. Some old, some fresh. One fresh deep mark around the nipple clearly showed her husband’s teeth. It was terrible. I could only say, ‘That’s inhuman.’

‘You think that’s inhuman! Wait, If you can see this!’ She hastily unhooked her bra. Her breast was completely nude. I could see her left breast. It’s condition was worse than the other one.

‘Oh, honey I can’t see anymore of this. Those boobs of yours need care and affection. Come here let me see those closely.’

She walked in. ‘Close the door, honey. We don’t want any intrusion in our womanly affairs, do we?’ She did so. We were alone in that small chamber. Two half nude women, hungry for love.

‘Don’t just stand there. Sit. Let me see what I can do about those breasts of yours.’ She sat on my lap. Over my spreaded thighs. My head was just in front of her open breasts.

I put my hand on her back. Cupped her left breast with the other. ‘Such a wonderful thing. How can anybody do this to it?’

She said nothing. Just moaned. I started to rub the poor thing. I started rubbing them using both of my hands. She was enjoying it very much. I could tell that from her face.

She put her hands around my neck. Started to rub the neck gently. Soon she started to attract my head towards her. My face was in-between her breasts. I could not but kiss them. I put her left nipple inside my mouth. So hard it was! My mouth was sucking it. My tongue swirling around the hard erected nipple. ‘Ahhhhh’ she hissed.

My hands were rubbing her back under her unbuttoned blouse. They hold her closer to me. I wanted to feel the nakedness of her back. It was so smooth. Smooth as silk, and loving as fur. Her body was hot like molten lava. Her warmth and my warmth lost in each other.

I started fondling with her other breast. The swollen mummery jumped as my hand was stroking it. The soft large ball was nice to play with. It felt even nicer to squeeze. I pinched her nipple a little. Started squeezing it between my fingers. She responded with a ‘uhh’.

She put one of her hand on my naked thighs and started caressing it. Her other hand was on my belly. Soon they found their way down. Down over my pubic mound. She started pulling my pubic hair. It felt so good. She went down a little more. Now over my sensible lips. Her hands were fingering them in a gentle manner. I was getting more and more excited. Her loving touch was so nice. I could not stand it. I gave her nipple a gentle bite.

I was so nasty with my tongue. My tongue was swirling faster and faster. Licking all out of her mummery. I started sucking it like a little child. I could listen her breaths getting heavier and faster.

Her hand now moved away from my thigh over my naked buttocks. She started caressing them. Making full use of my wonderful butts. Her fingers found the position in-between them. Her fingers went down a little. They found my asshole. She was rubbing both of my holes in front and in back. This double fucking went on. Two of her fingers pierced my pussy. They started fucking it in and out. Her large nails scratched my inner skin. It was painful yet full of pleasure.

I wanted to give back something she was giving. I wanted to fuck her ass. I let my hand slid from her back through her skirt. Oh, my, nothing. There was nothing. She just forgot to wear anything under. I hurriedly pulled up her skirt revealing her puss and butts. I put both of my hands on her butt. I attracted her hip towards me. There was only her fucking hand between my belly and her pussy. Her pubic mound was getting rubbed as she was moving her fingers between my thighs. My hands started giving it all to her ass and asshole.

The other breast needed some attention too. I turned my sucking mouth to it. I sucked and sucked. I kissed it from top to bottom, from left to right. Sucking, kissing, swirling, teasing went on for eternity.

Her hand just touched my clit right at that moment. ‘Oh, please.’ I could not express the pleasure I got by that. She started rubbing it between her fingers. Oh, I knew I could not hold much longer. Oh, aahhhh… Let me explode! My muscles around the vagina started squeezing and relaxing rapidly. Her fingers went on rubbing my clit despite the violent agitation at that region. My hip started to thrust her. It was near. Coming closer and closer with ever stroke. Ahhh… I exploded. A terrible wave of excitement hit me. My breathing stopped. My eyes closed. There was nothing around me for a moment. Only me and my pleasant body. Waves of joy and movement hit one by one. These were getting weaker and weaker. Soon it all stopped. I felt happy and Satisfied. My hands became loose. My body relaxed.

I soon came out of relaxation. I knew my partner needed satisfaction. After all I could not let her hanging in-between after what she had done for me. I quickly lifted her buttocks up. This made her to stand up. Her puss was facing my mouth. That was just what I had wanted. I did not waste any time sinking my face between her thighs. I spread her legs a little bit to make her secret spot reachable. Once her lips were close to my mouth I started to kiss them. I tickled them with my tongue. I gradually moved my tongue around in search of her clit. I touched it gently. She cried out a little. She was moaning. Her hands moving impatiently over my neck. I started to tickle the clit. It was hard with excitement. Her hip started to move. It was thrusting over my face. Her hands shoved my head in as her hip was thrusting. Each time my tongue was hitting her clit harder and harder. It was making her mad. Her hip movement became faster and faster. More and more impatient. Her buttocks were vibrating. Her vagina muscles shrinking and spreading. It was now or never. Suddenly her hip thrust violently. A series of thrusts followed. Those became slower and softer. Everything stopped with a sound of satisfaction.

‘Oh, thank you. Thank you very much. I needed that.’

‘How does it feel to enjoy lesbian sex?’ I asked.

‘Great. Simply great. I never had such sex with my husband.’

‘Of course you didn’t. We women know how to please another woman, don’t we?’ I said.

‘We certainly do. By the way sweetheart I did not ask your name.’

‘Oh, its Lisa. You did not tell your name either.’

‘Its Jennifer. But you may call me Jenny…’

With some pause she said, ‘Its nice, isn’t it? I cannot forget it… I will be looking forward to meet you again.’ She smiled saying that.


‘You bet. You know what, this may be the beginning of a new relationship.’

Jul 23

The Call of The Boss

Boss Lesbian Sex StoryThe Call of The Boss

‘Oh, I am sorry.’ Just when I entered my boss’s room I found her fully naked. She was lying on the couch and fingering herself.


I was about to close the door and leave. ‘No, come in, Lisa’ She said. ‘I have called you for this actually.’ Oh, ya? What about that? What do I have to do with my boss’s masturbation? I was thinking.

‘I was not doing it right alone. I needed an extra hand. That’s why you are here.’ Great! Why is that? Am I the only slut available in the office?

‘What are you waiting for. Come on and give me a hand.’ I was not feeling like it then. I didn’t like doing it with my boss either. I was still hesitating.

‘Shall I send you an engraved invitation?’ She really sounded angry this time. Whatever I wanted I didn’t want to make this woman angry. So I closed the door and advanced towards her.

‘Where is your courtesy, Lisa? Are you gonna help me this way, fully dressed?’ All right. Down went my blouse, bra, skirt, panties… I was facing my boss completely naked.

‘Come help me with my pussy.’ I responded. I kneeled right beside her couch, started fingering her puss with one hand and caressing her breasts with the other.

‘Use your head, you silly!’ She meant what she had said. She leant back on the couch, putting her feet on the carpet and shoving the puss towards me. I bent down, put my head between her thighs. I started kissing her right there. Licking her like hell.

‘That’s it Lisa. Keep it up. That’s the spirit.’ My tongue was swirling over her labia. She had her pubic hair shaved. It was easy for me to lick the clean pussy. Soon I forgot I was in the office and she was my boss. I was horny. Mad about my boss’s sexy pussy. I was licking and licking.

She started to caress her breasts with her hands. Her hands were moving in rhythm with my tongue. She seemed very pleased. She was enjoying it completely. She started to shove her puss towards me in rhythm. It was thrusting against my face.

Soon I saw impatience in her face. She was not satisfied with what she was getting. Her hands were moving impatiently over her breasts. The motion became more and more irregular. Her breathing became shorter. Her mouth opened a little as if she was wanting to suck something. Her back started vibrating like a hydrophobic.

‘More, more bitch, give me more.’ She cried. She did not even wait for my response. She held my head in her hands and sunk it inside her pussy. She started to press my face against her wetness. The scent made me addicted to it. She was pressing my mouth over her labia and shaking it up and down. As her hands moved so did her hip.

Juice was dripping from her. I started to lick it. The more I licked the thirstier I became. She began to spread her thighs more and more. Soon the lips parted exposing the inner folds. The redness of her was showing through. Her clitoris became fully visible. I parted her lips further  with my tongue and thrust it deep inside. It was flicking her round and round. I moved it higher to touch her clitoris. She let out a gentle scream. Her body started to vibrate severely. I kept on licking her clit. I could feel her lips twitching. The contractions became stronger and faster. Her hips started to thrust harder and faster. The time was coming near. Her body was jumping impatiently like a fish out of the water. Then it happened. Her back arched hard. Her butts vibrated. Her vagina muscles contracted hard and long. She let out a little scream. Wave after wave of movement and excitement hit. The waves slowly subsided. Her hands over my head loosened. Her breathing became normal. She relaxed over the couch fully satisfied.

I was wet. Ready to receive the same kind of sexual joy. Her nude body was lying there motionless when I needed some motion to move my excitement forward. That filthy low-down bitch forgot to fuck me. I was crazy with the excitement building inside me. I could not subside it then. Boss or no boss I needed my release.

I lifted her legs and make her lie down on the couch at her full length. I then rose over her in figure 69. I started sucking the fresh juice that was left after her cum. I was rubbing my puss against her face. I made her face wet with my juice. Soon I felt something soft and wet touching my labia. My boss has just placed a butterfly kiss over there. She started kissing and sucking. Oh, how pleasant it were. Then she started licking. I spread my lips with my fingers so that she could get to my clit. I almost exploded when she first touched it with her tongue. But I restrained myself. She started fondling with it first with her tongue and then with her fingers. She rubbed the clit like hell. I could feel two of her fingers getting inside. Her tongue again continued flicking my clit. Everytime she touched it my muscles tightened. She was rubbing gently inside. Soon the movement became faster and harder. Then she touched my g-spot. My clit was making me mad. Her touch on my g-spot made me go crazy. That’s all I could take. The volcano inside my vagina erupted. Everything inside my body seemed to get out of there. Hot juice oozed from there like molten lava. All of my heat seemed to transfer straight to my groin, my hole body tensed as if it was one muscle and then the convulsions came. All my joy and excitement released through my vagina. My hip was trusting her face with each wave. Waves kept on coming, one after another. Soon everything stopped. My body fell on hers. Her face sunk between my legs and mine between hers.


We lied down there exhausted like that for sometime. Then I got up, made myself tidy, wore my clothes. She had gotten up. There was a smile of pleasure on her face. I got out as she had started to get dressed.

Jul 23


Nasty Teen Lesbian Sex StoriesDialogues

‘Its a beautiful night. Don’t you think so, Jenny’
‘Yes, Lisa. And the greatest thing about it is that tomorrow is Sunday.’

‘Do you have any plan for tomorrow?’
‘Not yet, but I certainly have plan for tonight. It is too good a night to waste.’

‘Jenny, Jenny, you sound naughty! Is it what I am thinking it is?’
‘I do hope so. Isn’t it the most natural thing to do in this situation? The night is young and beautiful. Andwe are two young beautiful woman together.’


‘So, why wait. Let’s do it.’
‘Where will it be? Here or in the bedroom?’

‘Of course in bedroom. I don’t at all feel comfortable doing it in the living room.’
‘But it’s good for a variation. Anyway, let’s go to the bedroom. We did the living room variation only 2 days ago.’

‘It would have been better in your apartment, Jenny. I don’t have as large a bed as you have.’
‘Don’t be silly. The size of the bed does not matter having sex. The important thing is ourselves. I certainly am ready for it and I think you are too.’

‘I certainly am. Here we are, the bedroom.’
‘Mmmm, it is already making me horny. Let’s turn ourselves on a little more, shall we?’

‘I would love to. Shall I undress?’
‘No not now. Too fast moves always wastes the fun. Let us now kiss and hug.’

‘As you say so. Ummmmm. How’s that for a kiss.’
‘Soft and gentle, just the way I like. Kiss me, kiss me again.’

‘Here comes couple of light ones.’
‘Yes, yes, mmmm…’

‘Hold on, here comes some harder ones.’
‘Ahhh… mmm… Let me a tleast take a breath.’

‘As you say, but I am not letting your butt go.’
‘Yes, hold my butt tight and squeeze them hard.’

‘How about some more kisses?’
‘Of course bitch, do whatever you like.’

‘Chhmmmm… mmm… mmmmm…’
‘Harder, harder. Press your lips harder. Why aren’t you using your tongues? Make me feel it inside my mouth.’

‘Hold me. Caress my back as I kiss you.’
‘What am I doing now, you silly bitch, caressing your pussy?’

‘Oh, sorry. I just want you to continue that.’
‘Chhmmmm… How was this kiss.’

‘Oh, your tongue was so nasty. I did not expect that much from your swirling tongue.’
‘Caress the gap between the butts. It feels so good.’

‘What are you doing? Caressing my body with your thighs?’
‘You don’t like that?’

‘I love it. Do it as you like. Ahhh Ahhh, yes. Feel my whole body with all your body parts.’
‘How about your breast caressing my breast.’

‘Ohh, baby, your boobs feel so good.’
‘Certainly they do. You should not underestimate their size.’

‘Squeeze my butts too. These want some attention too, you know.’
‘Sure, I will be glad to. My, my, it seems your butts have increased since I last touched those.’

‘Don’t tell me I have gained weight. I have been trying so hard to keep in shape.’
‘No, your body is perfectly alright. But I think all those exercise have been shaping your butts. It is so wonderful to feel. Teach me some of your tricks too so that my butt also feels like yours.’

‘Do you think my butts are great. Alright, that’s great! You have larger butts than I have, you must agree with me on that. And I sure envy your huge boobs.’
‘Don’t be too disappointed. You may have smaller breast, but they are wonderful to work with.’

‘Mmmm, then work with my breasts, please.’
‘As you say hon. These feel so good! I can hold almost all of it in my palms.’

‘Don’t forget to pay special attention to the nipples.’
‘How can I do that over your blouse and bra.’

‘Do I have to ask you to strip me?’
‘Oh, no, no way. I will do that gladly myself. Shit… unbuttoning the blouse is the most boring thing to do, specially in such an intense moment.’

‘Shut up and unbutton them. I cannot bear them any more.’
‘Oh, her highness is angry with me because of blouse buttons. Shall I rip them apart?’

‘If you can, please do.’
‘No need for that, you hasty slut. Here goes the blouse… Mmmmm… your boobs are so wonderful. When did you buy such thin bra. I haven’t seen them before. Your breast looks wonderful wearing them. Let me free them too… Here goes the hook and there goes the bra. See, see, how your boob popped out of enclosure? And you are unhappy about those. See how nicely they are shaped. Almost like two large lemons.’

‘You know what you are really something. You are heating me up saying those so that you can fuck me well.’
‘What’s wrong with that? Isn’t it the goal of this game? About your boobs, if your think I am flattering you, just stand in front of a mirror and see for yourself anytime you want.’

‘Enough of silly talks. Let me strip you of your leather pants. You look so sexy wearing them.’
‘That’s why I have bought them, even though costly.’

‘Here you are, off with the pants. My, my, you aren’t wearing any underwear! When have you started that?’
‘I haven’t started that. I just did it today to make our job easier.’

‘I don’t think you are wearing a bra either. Your breast felt so tempting.’
‘Right you are, hon. I am not. How does it feel.’

‘Simply great. From now on call me before you come and I will dress up accordingly. I will do the same when I will be visiting you.’
‘That’s stupendous. Agreed. Now let me strip your skirt.’

‘Let me get rid of your T-shirt.’
‘You look wonderful topless. Let’s make you bottomless. Here… no bottom. Ah, shit, the pantie.’

‘I am sorry about it. Next time you strip my skirt, you won’t find it there.’
‘Don’t be sorry. The thin pantie looks nice on your butt and puss. Let me have a good look at you.’

‘Stop that lustful staring. I cannot stand it anymore.’
‘What is it? You don’t like it?’

‘No, no. You look so horny when you watch me like that. This produces an abnormal feeling inside me. It makes me horny, infact too horny.’
‘That’s good, isn’t it baby?’

‘Good, but too good. I may cum right now.’
‘Owww, you are that hot! Let’s hurry things up. Oh, why doesn’t this pantie come off.’

‘Don’t make things that fast. You may tear it. I don’t want to lose the pantie that makes you look at me in that way.’
‘Okey, cool it, cool it. Now off with the pantie. How does it feel to be completely nude?’

‘The same as you are feeling right now.’
‘Well said. Let’s go to bed.’

‘It feels good to have some sort of support while having sex.’
‘Specially when it is a comfortable bed like yours. Now kiss me, make me feel good.’

‘Chhhmmmm… how’s that? Ahhhh… your hands on my butts are making me mad. Finger my asshole, bitch.’
‘One asshole fucking coming up… Inspire me with squeezing my balls.’

‘Uhhh… yes baby, in and out, in and out. Make it faster.’
‘Squeeze the balls harder. Make me love you.’

‘Let me give some attention to your puss… Oh mamma, it’s so wet!’
‘Not as wet as yours. Your juice is dripping over my body. See how hot you are!’

‘Your lebia feels good. Let me finger them for a while. Up and down, up and down, round and round, round and round…’
‘Finger it baby, make the volcano erupt’

‘Not so fast, let me rub the clit first. Mmmmm… I always adore your huge clit. It even makes me hot. I wonder what it does to you.’
‘Ahhhh… yes… oh no… mmmmmm… See what it does to me.’

‘I know what you mean. You almost teared apart my ass as I started to rub your clit.’
‘Do it again. Ahhh… uuuu…. yes. So cooooooool… Let me lay my hands on your boobs.’

‘Yes. Make the boobs feel the pain, the joy, the ecstasy.’
‘I sure will honey. Hows the scratching feel? And this squeezing. Umm… Your boobs tastes ever so good.’

‘Don’t bite them too hard.’
‘Why? Can’t take it? I am not stopping whatever you say. I am gonna give you a painful ecstasy.’

‘Ahhhh… nooo… no… Tear me apart with your fingers and let me die.’
‘Yes I am gonna do it to your breast and then to your whole body. Scratch… scratch… hmmm… bite and bite. I can eat your nipple all my life.’

‘Oh bitch, give me more, suck me more, bite me more.’
‘You horny, I am gonna give you just that. You just keep on doing it in my puss.’

‘In and out, in and out goes my finger in your puss.’
‘Mmmmm, that’s it, let it come, make me cum.’

‘Fuck me, ohh mamma, please fuck me. Give it all in my puss.’
‘Yes, yes. Take it in. Ahhh… fuck your clit.’

‘Fuck me harder and make me see the stars.’
‘Oh, bitch, fuck, One two and fuck, one two and fuck.’

‘Round and round, up and down, round and round’
‘Ahhhh…, ooooo…., awwwww….’

‘Ah, I can’t take it any more, Ah, Ah, my fucking puss’
‘Its coming honey, cum with me, cummmm…’

‘Yes, yes, Ah, Ah, Ah, Aaaaahhhhhhh…’

‘It was so nice, so good.’
‘Yes honey, it was. I will remember it for a long time.’


‘Let’s lie down. We have to gather our strengths for the next encounter.’
‘You bet.’


Jul 22

Stood Up

I Got Nasty in a Gang Bang Fucking Anal Cum Creampie Sick Nasty Naughty Fucking HardcoreStood Up

This is one of my fantasies. It is based partly on a real event but mostly it’s just fun.

If you paste this into a word processor and replace John (in Word “Find all word Forms”) with your name it makes this much more personal. You could also change Paul and Bill to friends you might want to share me with.


Stood Up

This was suppose to be the big night. I had dated Jim several times but tonight I planned to go beyond a good night kiss and a little grouping and grinding on the dance floor. I had agreed to meet Jim at a hotel restaurant but as a surprise I had arrived early and rented a room.

I spent the afternoon preparing. I took a nap so I would be well rested for tonight’s activities. Then I took a long hot bath, dried and then rubbed myself down with a scented oil. I wanted my body to feel nice and smooth and to smell good for him. I did my makeup, not much just enough to highlight my eyes. I checked myself out in the full length mirror. I’m blond (I haven’t seen my real color since highschool) 5′ 6″ about 135 pounds and 33-24-35. My breasts are a little small and my behind is a little big, but all and all not too bad to look at. I dressed in my Victories Secret underwear, I do like her things. I wear them a lot, even when I have no plans, they just make me feel good. Tonight I choose a little black push up bra (have to make the most of what you’ve got), matching panties, a garter belt and nylons. Garter belts are a pain but guys seem to love them. I put my panties on after the garter belt so when they come off, the garter belt and nylons can stay on. This, again was for Jim, men are so visual but I have been told that my behind is very nice and garters and nylons do highlight that. Next an almost navy blue dress, high at the neck and stopping about mid thigh. I check myself out again in the mirror, the dress emphasis my legs and behind. I’m feeling good about myself and about the night ahead.

At 7:30 I go down to the restaurant to meet Jim. (I get several appreciative looks from men in the elevator and the lobby. I sometimes wonder if they realize how obvious they are. I have to admit that I do like the attention, sometimes.) They seat me and I ordered a wine while I wait. When the waiter brought my third wine, I knew I had been stood up. Now I felt like shit and was trying to figure out how I could get out of there with a little of my pride intact. That’s when my White Knight appeared, John. I’m not sure how he knew I had a problem, but he came right over to me, like it was him I was waiting for. He introduced himself and asked if he and his friends could join me for dinner. I’m not sure if it was the wine, the situation I was in or the personality of this handsome man that made me say yes, but that’s what I did.
John called his friends Paul and Bill over and we all introduced ourselves. We ordered dinner and I had a great time being the center of attention for three very handsome, intelligent and humorous men. When the check came I offered to pay, since they had saved me but they would not here of it. I told them that I would like to do something to repay their kindness and they suggested that I go with them to the hotel’s nightclub. I agreed and off we went.

The nightclub was not much and it was mostly couples but there were drinks, a band and a dance floor. That’s how we amused ourselves for the next couple of hours, drinking, dancing and laughing. It turns out that they were all pretty good dancers, John just had a presence, Bill could dance to anything and Paul could get by slow dancing. As low as I was being stood up, I was high now with their attention. I flirted shamelessly with all of them, enjoyed being held close while we danced and the occasional had that slid down to caress my ass. I also enjoyed the feel of their hard cocks pushed against me while we danced. Nothing can take your mind off being stood up like three hard cocks. I was having a great time, so when they came around for last call, I did not want this night to end. Almost without thinking I invited the three of them up to my room, so we could continue our party. They all said yes and off we went.

When we got to the room, I told them to make themselves at home, to take off their jackets and ties if they wanted. I asked John to mix me a drink and excused myself to the bathroom. Now I was having second thoughts, here I was all alone with three strangers. As my mind debated the pros and cons of my situation, my body just wanted to be close to these men. My mind finally gave in and I went out to rejoin the group.

John met me with my drink and asked me to dance. I gulped down most of the drink and went to him. When he put his arms around me and held me to him, all my doubts disappeared. With his tie gone I could open several buttons on his shirt and put my cheek on his naked chest. I don’t like my men too hairy and John was just right. As we danced I started to kiss his chest and lick his nipples. This had an obvious effect on him. He got harder, held me tighter and slid his hands down to cup my ass. Then the music stopped.

Now it was Bill’s turn. This was a very fast tune from the 60’s and he lifted me and spun me around. I knew that this was showing off my underwear to the others but did not care. At the end Bill dipped me and gave me a kiss. I responded and soon our tongues were dueling and I felt light headed. Paul interrupted us, he wanted his dance.

By this time I was pretty far gone and took his shirt off entirely. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the others remove theirs too. We danced and kissed. I ran my hands over his naked back, kissed his chest and when his hands slid down to cup my ass, I did the same to him. Then he surprised me, he ran his hands up under my dress to fondled my ass without the dress in the way. This felt nice and I could hear John and Paul’s murmurs of approval as my ass and thighs were exposed to them. The music stopped, Bill gave me a deep kiss and then John was there.

Before we started to dance, John joked that they shouldn’t be the only ones half naked. I turned around and moved my hair out of the way, so he could work the zipper of my dress. He moved it down very slowly, teasing me and giving me a chance to change my mind. I was not going to. When the zipper was all the way down he put his hands inside at my waist and moved them up my back to my shoulders. He pushed the dress down my arms and over my hips. I stepped out of it and to my surprise he picked it up and tossed it to the others to hang-up. My back was still to him, I felt his hands caress my behind, then move around my waist and up to cup my breast. As he pulled me to him, I could feel his hard cock against my ass and I wiggled against it. The bra was the front clasp kind, so he was perfectly positioned to release it and he did. He helped me get it off and I tossed it to Bill. John’s hands now cupped my naked breast. They are not real big and in his big hands seemed even smaller but he did not seem to mind and Paul and Bill were enjoying the show. John kissed my neck and ears and then his hands moved down, into my very wet panties and between my legs. I couldn’t do anything but open up for him and shudder as his fingers rubbed my clit. Some guys think that hard and fast is the way to do this but John had just the right touch. Soon I was panting. I could feel John hard against my ass and reached back between us to fondle him. He moaned, I panted. I fumbled at his belt, he whispered “I’ll get that, you take off your panties.” I did not hesitate, I pushed them down and kicked them out of the way. I was now standing before three men, in nothing but heels, nylons and garter belt. Two things happened now, Paul and Bill took this as a sign to join us and when John moved back to me, I had the thrill of felling his cock naked against my ass. Paul kissed me, then moved down to lick my breast and suck my nipples.

John’s hands found their way back to my body, one fondling my ass, the other working his fingers into my pussy. Bill took Paul’s place kissing me until I had to push him away, so I could try and catch my breath. He moved to work on the breast that Paul was not kissing at the time. I had never felt anything like this before, hands all over me, a mouth at each breast, hands on my ass and pussy plus the feel, smell and sounds of three very horny men. John removed his hand from between my legs, I started to protest but Bill kissed his way down my stomach and his tongue took the place of Johns fingers. A minute of his tongue lapping at my clit was all it took to send me into a shuttering orgasm. I would have fallen to the floor but John caught me in his strong arms and cuddled me as I went through the throes of my orgasm. It had been a long time for me and I really needed that. As I returned to some semblance of control, I was saw that Paul and Bill were removing the remainder of their clothes. I was also acutely aware that I was in the arms of a strong powerful man and that his very erect penis, was pushed up against my stomach. John kissed me as I reached down between us to feel his cock. Bill and Paul rejoined us and I felt their hands running over every part of body that wasn’t pressed up against John. My hand moved up and down John’s cock in long slow strokes as we kissed. John’s kisses were deep and soulful, his mouth and tongue teased mine. “I love your mouth” he said “I want you to kiss my cock that way.”

Wow, over the years I had gotten use to the idea that men liked to watch while you sucked their cocks, I even found it exciting but now three were going to watch! Was I ready for this? Did I drop to my knees and start to kiss his cock?

Not immediately, I dropped to my knees but I started with his balls. I kissed and licked, he moaned and asked for more. I carefully took them into my mouth and ran my tongue over them. Then I started to kiss my way up his cock, as I reached the head, I opened my eyes and saw three smiling faces looking down at me. There was no condemnation in their faces, only pleasure, affection and lust. I put on a real show for them licking and sucking on the head of John’s cock. Making sure they could see my tongue swirling around the head, his whole cock disappearing down my throat. I could hear the wet sounds of my mouth on John and the moans of them all as I gave the best blowjob of my life. Paul and Bill enjoyed watching but did not want to be left out, soon each took one of my hands from John’s hips and placed it on their cocks. Fair is fair, they had pleased me now it was my turn to please them. I wrapped my hands around their very hard cocks and started to massage them. Soon my hands where moving up and down their cocks in time with my head bobbing up and down on John’s. By this time I was anxious for the taste of cum.

I know some woman are do not like men to cum in their mouths but I do and I swallow. Since I became sexually active in high school, I have always loved giving head. I started out rubbing guys through their jeans, then masturbating them into my hand and then blowing them. Guys wanted fuck me but they did not put up much of a struggle, as long as they got off, in my mouth. I did not get deflowered until I was a freshman in collage. Actual my pussy as a freshman, my ass as a junior. That junior year was also when I learned to like being eaten, my roommate taught me how to enjoy both her tongue and her pussy. I digress.

John tried to push me away saying I was going to make him cum. I let his dick slide out of my mouth and looked up at him. “You good for only once a night?” He laughed and said “NO!” “Then cum in my mouth now and then you will be able to give me a long, slow fuck later.” “I’m not one to argue with a lady with my dick in her mouth. If that’s what you want, I’m more then willing.” They always are. I went back to sucking with renewed vigor, knowing I was going to get my reward. In no time I felt him tense and I could feel his cum as it passed under my lips and exploded into my mouth. I kept sucking and licking until he begged off, saying that it was to much. Then in a move that surprised me, even as I did it, I moved to suck Paul’s cock and pulled Bill closer. I stroked both, licking first the head of one then the other. They were both exited from watching me with John and from their comments, enjoyed watching me suck both their cocks. Each taunted the other about who would last longer. It was close to a tie but Bill came in my mouth first. The sight of this sent Paul over the edge and he came on my neck and shoulder, until I could get him into my mouth. I sucked them both clean and then sat back on my heels to survey my accomplishment.

What I saw was that John had recovered while watch my performance, he was erect again. He helped me up took me to the bed, sat me on it, and got a washcloth to remove Paul’s cum from my body. He asked if I wanted something to drink, I was enjoying the taste of these three, so I declined. He knelt before me and softly kissed my breast and worked down my stomach while his hands ran along my thighs. He pulled me forward, pushed my legs up towards my shoulders and with me speadeagled proceeded to tongue me better then anybody ever, man or woman. He licked my pussy, my clit, my asshole. His tongue seemed to be everywhere. I was going crazy! I heard a voice, that I realized was mine, begging him to fuck me. After teasing me for a little while longer, he did. I moved around on the bed and he got on between my legs. I grabbed my knees, pulling my legs back so I was wide open to him, and begged him to hurry. I knew that this had to be quite a show for the others but all I could think of was his hard cock!!!! John took his cock and slowly ran it around the outside of my pussy, I forced my hips up trying to get him in but he wanted it his way. He kept at it for what seemed like an eternity but was probable only a couple of minutes. Then he pushed into me and I came before he got all the way in. He stopped and let me catch my breath, then proceeded to fuck me to two more orgasms before filling my pussy with his cum.

Part 2

I lay there on the bed, John still on top of me, enjoying the feelings in my body and rubbing my hands all over him and thanking him for fucking me. He replied that the pleasure was all his but we all know that’s not entirely true. After relaxing for a little while, I looked up to see Paul and Bill patiently masturbating themselves. Our little show had them both ready again. As John moved off me and headed to the bathroom, I waved them to the bed. Paul got there first, so he took John’s place. He slid right in and it took only a couple of strokes from his cock to get me revved up again. As we fucked away Bill complained that he was left out. Paul said “hold on!” and rolled over so now I was on top. I like this position but I do find it tiring. Before I could get into a rhythm, I felt Bills hands on my hips and his tongue sliding into my ass. I could not bounce up and down on Paul but I sure did squirm around, enjoying both a tongue and a dick. Bill asked “Can I fuck your beautiful ass?” I have been taken anally before (I like that too) but never had two men in me at once. Tonight was a night of many first. “I thought you would never ask. Let me lift off Paul so you can get your cock nice and wet in my pussy. Then you have to go slow. O.K.” At this point I could have asked for his firstborn and he would have said yes. He lifted me off Paul and Bill fucked me quickly while fingering my asshole. He pulled out and I guided Paul back in. I felt the head of Bill’s penis as he worked it around my hole, I tensed slightly as he pushed the head in. God how I love that! He worked his way in using small, quick thrust, until I could feel his balls hit my ass. I heard a cheer and looked up to see John watching. I was surprised that I was not embarrassed but I just wanted to please them all. Now Paul and Bill started to work their cocks in unison. There was little I could do but wiggle my ass and enjoy the pleasure from these two wonderful cocks. Bill kept telling me how hot and tight my ass is and how beautiful it looked with his cock moving in and out of it. I heard a murmur of agreement from John but was beyond anything but the pleasure I was receiving. Paul and Bill wanted us all to get off at the same time but I was first and as I twisted and writhed in on of the most intense orgasms of my life, they came too. Paul screaming and filing my pussy, Bill almost whimpering in pleasure filling my ass.

I’m not sure if I passed out but the next thing I’m aware of is the three of them washing me down. They had removed my nylons and garter belt and I was laying on the other bed. I felt so satisfied and comfortable that I just laid there and enjoyed their efforts. I suggested that I needed to rest up and John offered to leave. I pulled him into bed and asked them to stay with me for awhile. John and Bill crawled into bed, no room for poor Paul. I snuggled up spoon fashion with John, kissed Bill and dozed off.

I woke later having to pee. Paul was sitting on the other bed, wrapped in a blanket watching TV. I looked around for something to wear, then thought, this man has seen more of me then my gynecologist, so got up and walked to the bathroom. When I came out, Paul smiled and asked how I was. I told him O.K. but shivered from the coolness of the room. He opened the blanket in an offering of warmth. I sat beside him and he put his arm around me and covered me with the blanket. I asked why he was up.

“To worked up to sleep.”

“You know that I’m not usually such a tramp.”

“Don’t worry, I think your wonderful. My only regret is that Bill got to make love to your behind and not me. I’m the real ass man.”

“He didn’t get any pussy.”

“Actually he did get to lick yours, I didn’t even get to do that.”

I smiled at that memory “It’s not to late to fix that.”

“You think your up to it. You have been through a lot.”

“No way to know but to try, if your interested?”

With that he slid to his knees between my legs and started kissing his way up my thighs. He want very slow and by the time he reached his goal, I was already squirming on the bed. He asked me to kneel next to the bed, with my body resting on it. He used his mouth to attack me from behind. He was so gentle and soon had me all worked up. He put several fingers in me, I was so wet they went right in. He moved his mouth to my ass and proceeded to use his tongue like a mini penis, fucking my ass with it. I couldn’t stand it any longer. “O.K ass man you get your wish, Please fuck me.” I felt his mouth and fingers leave me, then his penis entered my pussy. He stroked in and out, deeper and deeper while he worked first one then two and then three fingers into my ass. I was red hot when he whispered in my ear.

“Can I fuck your ass now?”

“Yes, Yes pleeeeease hurry!!”

I felt him pull out of my pussy, then the pressure and he was working his hard cock deep into may ass. Soon he was all the way in and pumping me in slow regular rhythm. I started moving my ass, pushing back hard against his thrust. “DON’T HOLD BACK, GIVE IT TO ME.” I screamed. And boy did he, pounding me into the bed. I really couldn’t move, I just lay there and enjoyed the pleasure of his movement. “I’m going to cum.” I told him. “I’ll be with you.” He replied and almost on cue, I came and he came. I heard cheers and looked to see that John and Bill were awake and watching us and cheering our performance. I closed my eyes and relaxed on the bed, until Paul’s now shrunken penis, slid from my body. Then I made another trip to the bathroom.

When I came out, Paul was laying asleep on one bed. John and Bill were sitting on the other bed massaging huge erections. “You guys are impossible, don’t you ever quiet!” I laughed! I put my arms around John’s neck and gave him a big kiss. He had a great mouth and his hands felt wonderful, as he ran them all over my body. There was that dick of his poking me in the stomach again. I asked for a drink and John went to fetch it. Bill pulled me onto his lap and kissed me. I took my drink from John and sipped it while they whispered sweat nothings. John convinced me I was finished with my drink, by leaning forward and sucking my right nipple into his mouth. I handed the drink to Bill and turned to kissed him.

Bill’s hand moved to my clit, like it was guided by radar. I was so surprised when he touched it, I jumped and almost lost a nipple to John’s mouth. Bill worked my clit with one hand while the other moved several fingers into me. “Your still so wet” Bill said. “I know. If you guys keep it up, I’ll be dehydrated in the morning.” But they kept it up Bill with his hands and John moving between me breast. I had one hand in John’s lap playing with his cock and the other in Bill’s handling his balls. After a couple of minutes of this Bill lifted me from his lap and rubbed his cock across my pussy. Well I was ready again, I held his cock and lowered myself, working it in inch by beautiful inch, until I was sitting on his lap again but this time with his cock buried in me. This brought a groan to both are lips and John, who had just went along with my movements, sat back to see what had transpired.

He smiled as Bill holding my hips, helped me move up and down on his cock. John stood and moved before us he. He took my face in his hands and kissed me, I could get lost in that mouth of his. I was enjoying the feeling of Bill working in and out and John’s great kisses when John started to back away. I thought he was leaving but he had other things on his mind. With his hands on my shoulders he guided me forward and down. So when I opened my eyes there was his huge cock staring me in the face. Not one to miss the chance to suck such a beautiful cock, I moved to capture it with my mouth. When I did. I almost lost Bill from my pussy. Luck was with me and I was able to swallow one without loosing the other. John held my shoulders and rocked me back and forth. As his cock slid into my mouth, Bills slide out of my pussy. I had my hands on John’s hips for support but just let them move me while I moved my hips and my tongue as best I could. We moved in his embrace for several minutes when Bill, almost screamed that he had to cum and started to pump me with even greater vigor. John followed Bill’s lead and started moving his dick in an out of my sucking mouth, even faster.

Bill came in my pussy, pulling me down and holding me to him as his cock pulsed and filled me with his cum. While he came he told me how hot I was, how good it felt to cum in me, how tight my pussy was. Then he urged me to finish John off. ” Rita make him cum with your mouth. Let him cum on your face!” My face? My bastard husband use to do that to me ‘accidentally’ and I always hated it. With this wonderful man the idea was exciting. I removed his penis from my mouth and while I licked the head of his cock and looked him in the eyes, asked him.

“Do you want to cum on my face?” “Can I, Rita?” he almost whimpered. I gave the head of his dick a long slow lick and told him “Yes! Do you want to control it or do you want me too?” “You do it” he grunted.

After this conversation, it only took a minute of my sucking to feel the first spurting of his cum. I pulled my mouth off him and jerked his cock, as his cum splashed onto my face. With my husbands ‘accidents’ this always made me mad but with John it just triggered and unbelievable orgasm. When John stopped spurting, I rubbed him all over my face and put him back in my mouth, to get the last bit of his cum. Then John helped me get off Bill and I went to the bathroom to clean up.

In the mirror I was a wreck, my lips red and puffy, my hair all over the place and cum ran down my cheeks. But there was also a very satisfied glow. I started to wonder when the ‘gulties’ would hit when John knocked and asked if he could come in. I wiped off my face and let him in. He said Bill and Paul had gone to shower and change and asked if I like to share a shower with him. I thought that was a great idea, any excuse to be close to this wonderful man.

If you have been keeping track, John was the only one who did not take me anally. We took care of that oversight during our shower.
When we finished drying off, Paul and Bill were back with clean clothes for John. We dressed and they took me to breakfast. With all I had done with these men, I should have been embarrassed and ashamed but breakfast was almost as delightful as dinner the night before. After breakfast we checked out. They offered to pay for my room but I declined. I said goodbye to Paul and Bill in the lobby, with a warm hug and a kiss from each. John walked me to car, carrying my small bag and holding my hand like we were school kids. I threw my things in the car and gave John a card with my numbers on it (home, work, FAX, e-mail. the works). “For me or the three of us?” “You decide.” I told him. He took me in his arms and we kissed. I couldn’t believe it but I would swear that I felt his cock getting hard again. Then he helped me into the car, said goodbye and off I drove.



Have I heard from them, not yet but I’m hopeful.

Did the ‘gulties’ strike, not really. For the first week, whenever I thought of that night, I got so horny I had to masturbate. Several times I had to go to the ladies room at work. One time a woman asked me if I was O.K., because she heard moaning in the stall. I still need to spend only a minute thinking about that night and I’m all wet, without even touching myself.

Jim? He actually had a good excuse and the hotel had screwed up getting the message to me. We did become lovers but it was a let down. Jim is a nice guy but not much of a lover. His intercourse is just O.K. but he thinks sucking cock is just foreplay, eating pussy is for ‘dikes’ and anal sex is for ‘fags’, so he has no place in my life. To many real men out there, to bother with him.

Jul 18

4th of July Fireworks

My First Time Fucking A Chick Story4th of July Fireworks

Your first time…the first sex you ever experience…the pinnacle of your existence to that point…at least for a man.  Most men remember their first time with fondness and pride:  His partner was a beautiful cheerleader or homecoming queen and, even though it was his first time, he was able to go all day and gave her 15 orgasms.

Most women have less than pleasant memories of their first time:  Usually the guy was drunk and blew his load in about five seconds.  And, on top of that, it hurt!

My first time memories are somewhere in the middle.

It was the summer of 1978.  I was in at the end of my first year of college.
Actually, I was in my first summer semester.  Being this was my first time
away from home for a long period of time, in a new town, meeting new people,
I had not paid as much attention to my studies as I should have.  This
necessitated repeating an Economics class that was considered one of my core
classes.  I had to pass it before I could move on to upper division studies.

One of the distractions from my studies was Tina.  I met her through a
friend during a freshman mixer in the fall, but we didn’t go out for the
first time til the spring.  Tina was an attractive strawberry blond who was
a little pudgy but carried it well.  She was happy and bubbly, and a lot of
fun in a crowd of friends.  And since she was from the town where the
college was located, she was always available to date.  Another of her
attributes was she was a great, GREAT kisser.  I had made out with girls
before, but never a real woman like Tina.  Her tongue would not just dart in
and out of my mouth, but it would explore;  running along my gum line and on
the insides of my lips!  The sensations this caused would send tingles down
to my crotch and my cock would begin to stir.  Tina and I spent many an
hour, locked in a death grip of passion on my dorm room couch.

There was just one problem: Tina couldn’t stop talking!  We’d be on a date,
or in a store, or at a movie, or anywhere…Tina kept talking, no matter
what.  Sometimes she would talk about important matters of the day.  But
most of the time it was just constant babbling about pets or clothes or
friends or something else I didn’t give a fat rats ass about.  Her
chattering was, at best annoying. At worst, it ground on my last nerve till
I thought I would wrap my fingers around her neck and squeeze the life (and
words) right out of her.

And the very, VERY worst was on the phone.  Hours and hours of deep,
meaningful discussions like “Whatcha doin?”  “Nothing, what are you doing?”
“Nothing.”  There were even times where I fell asleep on the phone, only to
be awakened by her yelling at me through the receiver, asking if I was alright.

I was a virgin, but I couldn’t put up with all the blathering on about
inconsequential matters.  Besides, I wanted my first to be with someone
special. Tina simply wasn’t the one.  My hormones told me she was good
enough, but my heart said it would be better to break it off.

I worked at a local grocery store for spending money and to help pay for
books. On a hot Fourth of July, I had put in 10 hours unloading a truck and
stocking shelves, along with bagging groceries and gathering shopping carts.
I was hot, dirty, tired and cranky.  So when the phone rang and it was Tina
on the other end, I told her it was over and I would be over later to drop
off her few belongs that she had at my dorm and to pick up my spare key I
gave her in the event of an emergency.  I intentionally kept the
conversation short to avoid a two hour discussion of why I was dumping her.
When I hung up, I felt a little bad for being so short with Tina, but I
shrugged it off and got in the shower.

The shower felt good as it pounded the dirt, grime and sweat off my body.  I
had a radio on in the bathroom and had it cranked up loud on a local rock
station.  My roommate had gone home for the summer, and few students were in
my building, so I didn’t worry about disturbing anyone.  I just let the
tepid water run over me even after I had rinsed off all the soap.  I was
tense from my conversation with Tina and sore from a hard day’s work.  My
mind wandered to a letter I had read in an adult magazine I had stashed
under my mattress.  Something about a couple on a trip to a tropical island
where they had made love in the grass beside a clear pond fed by a small
waterfall.  The image of their tanned bodies wrapped around one another,
licking, sucking, pinching, squeezing and fucking one another had made a
powerful impression on me.  As I remembered the scene, my dick began to
harden.  I shut off the water and began to towel myself dry.  The action of
drying my crotch, only seemed to make my cock harden even more.  I finished
drying my body and put the towel over my head and began vigorously working
the water from my hair. I walked from the bathroom, into the dorm to grab my
hairbrush, when I heard a voice.

“You look happy to see me.”

“SHIT!”  I yelled and yanked the towel off my head and wrapped it awkwardly
around my waist.

Tina was lying in my bed with the covers pulled up around her neck.

In a loud, angry voice I asked, “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing
here?  I thought I made it clear, we are through!”

“I was hoping I could change your mind.”

Her voice was a low, growly sound that wrapped around my cock and massaged
it back to a half hardness.  The surprise of her being there, and the fact
she had never seen me naked, had caused my little warrior to retreat.  But
the advance was on again.

“I don’t think there’s anything you could say that would make me want you back.”

It was true.  I was not interested in a long term relationship with Tina and
my mind was made up.

“I wasn’t going to say a word.”

And with that, she pulled back the covers to reveal her naked body.

There was a naked woman in my bed that wanted me to make love to her.  I had
an erection that was so hard, it hurt.  My mind said this was a bad idea.
But I turned my mind off for a while and thought with my cock.

While Tina was no men’s magazine model, she looked beautiful to me.  She was
short, only five feet, one inch, but her body was perfectly proportioned to
her height.  Her legs were a little on the chunky side, but nicely shaped
with strong looking calves and thighs.  Her hips looked a little wide in
some of her clothes, but that was an illusion because Tina appeared to have
a perfect hourglass figure as she lay naked in my bed.  Her pussy hair was
somewhat darker than the hair on her head, but it was neatly trimmed and
didn’t spill over into the crease where Tina’s hip and thigh joined
together.  She had a little baby fat around her middle but Tina was nowhere
near fat.  And her tits…her beautiful, round tits…about the size of a
baseball, firm and proud, with dark pink nipples.  Tina’s breast were
accentuated by her tan line.  The slightly lighter colored flesh caused by
her bikini seemed to make her breasts that much more prominent.  I wanted to
taste her body from head to toe.

My mouth was dry, my breathing rapid, my eyes as big as saucers trying to
take in her body.  I walked over to the bed, staring at Tina’s body and
trying to process what was about to happen.

“You know this is my first time.  I’m afraid I won’t be able to make you happy.”

“Don’t worry,” she said.  “This isn’t my first time and I know I can make us
both happy.”

As I got to the edge of the bed, Tina quickly stood up right in front of me.
She wrapped her arms around me, pressing her sweet body against mine.  I
could feel her tits mashing against my chest and my hard cock poking her in
the stomach.  Tina looked up at me and I lowered my head and kissed her.  A
sweet, gentle kiss.  Our lips barely touching, yet the sensations raced
through me like I’d been hit by a speeding truck.

I grabbed Tina and kissed her hard.  My hands grabbing her ass and squeezing
her round cheeks.  My tongue drilled it’s way to the back of her throat.  I
was out of control and wanted to devour her right that second!

Tina pushed me back and told me to slow down.  I took a couple of deep
breathes and tried to regain my composure.  Tina was right, I needed to slow
down.  I wanted to enjoy this experience and make it last as long as possible.

We laid down on the bed and began rubbing each others bodies with our hands.
Tina was gentle and deliberate.  I would get in a hurry, but a guiding touch
by Tina’s hands would reign me in.

We began kissing again.  This time, I was able to remain calm and enjoy
Tina’s gift of French kissing.  She seemed to be doing new things with her
tongue that made my heart race even more!

My hands moved along her back and down to her sweet ass, squeezing the warm
flesh, but more gently than before.  Tina moaned as one hand reached around,
under her ass, and ran a finger over the lower part of her pussy lips.  The
sensation of touching her where I had never been before was as exciting for
me as it seemed to be for her.

Despite the fact we were naked, rolling around on my bed, locked in a
passionate embrace, I felt a little odd about touching Tina’s breasts.  I
wanted to, very badly, but I still felt like I would be somehow violating
her.  I decided that this was a silly line of thought and moved my hand from
her ass to her tits.  I wrapped my hand around her firm breast and felt a
sharp intake of air as we continued kissing.

“Oh yes!” I heard Tina say as I gently squeezed her tit.  I kissed my way
down Tina’s neck and gave her a little love bite.  She seemed to find that
quite enjoyable and I did it again.  Next, I sucked a little of her neck in
my mouth and gently brought my teeth together, letting the lump of flesh
slide over my teeth.  Tina shuddered and moaned deeply during this maneuver.
I continued to kiss and nibble my way down her chest, til I was at her
nipples.  I gazed at them for a moment.  Their hard, dark pink nipples were
standing erect.  I gave one of Tina’s pencil-eraser nipples a little lick
and she squealed slightly.

“Tell me if I do anything you don’t like.”

I continued to lick at Tina’s nipples, each time, putting more and more of
my tongue on her nipple and the surrounding breast.  Finally, I tried to
suck her whole tit into my mouth.   But I guess I tried too hard and
scrapped her boob on my teeth.

“OUCH!” Tina squeaked.  “Not so hard!  Relax, calm down.   You don’t have to
do everything to the max!  Just do a little at a time and we’ll both have
fun.  OK?”

“Sorry.  I’m just a little nervous.  I’ve never made love before.   Teach me
what feels good to you.”

I wanted to do a good job and please her.  Tina knew what she was doing and
what she wanted me to do.

“Lie back, and just relax.”

I laid down on my back and folded my arms behind my head.  Tina kissed me on
the mouth, gently, then began to slowly work her way down my body.  She
paused at certain points along the way; my nipples, belly button, the crease
along my waist line just above my pubic area.  I was in heaven.  Then Tina
positioned herself between my legs.  My heart raced as I realized what she
was about to do. I had never had a blowjob before and I knew my first was
only seconds away.  Tina wrapped her hand around my cock and licked the
underside from midway up my shaft to the head.  I moaned as her tongue
grazed the “V” shaped area just under my cock head.  That place is the most
sensitive part of my cock and Tina knew it. She worked that part of my cock
with her tongue and lips for several seconds before engulfing the head in
one quick move.  I gasped and my hips shot upwards by reflex from the
sensations of this action.  Tina rode the movement and held on like she
expected it to happen.  I wondered how many cocks she had sucked, but that
flash of jealousy quickly disappeared as Tina worked her mouth up and down
my shaft.  Her hot mouth and talented tongue were working their magic on my
prick and I wasn’t sure how long I could stand it before my jizzbomb went off.

“Damn, that’s good baby!” I said and immediately regretted it.

It sounded like basic porno movie dialog, and I didn’t want to cheapen this
experience by lowering it to the lever of an adult bookstore loop.

Then I thought, “I didn’t plan to say that, it just popped out of my mouth.
That’s probably what I would have said even if I never had seen a porno
movie.  Just relax and go with it.”

After that, I didn’t care what I said.  I told Tina I didn’t think that I
could hold back much long and she took my cock out of her mouth and started
sucking and licking my balls.  It felt great, but didn’t have the intensity
of a blowjob, so I wasn’t as likely to pop my nut.

Tina looked up from between my legs and said, “Now it’s up to you to return
the favor.”

She moved to the head of the bed and laid on her back, legs spread.  I knew
she wanted me to eat her snatch, but I wasn’t sure what to do.  I had read
about it in porno mags and seen it in adult movies, but that was a lot
different than actually being face to snatch with a real live woman.  Tina
could see the doubt on my face.

“I’ll guide you through it.  Just do what I tell you.”

So I positioned myself between Tina’s legs and lowered my face into her box.
I could smell the heat rising from her crotch and that certain scent of a
woman.  I wanted to plunge my face and tongue between her lips and start
sucking and nibbling like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet.  But
I knew Tina would tell me the best way to please her.

“Use your fingers to spread my lips.  That’s right.  See that little round
nub at the top of my lips?  That’s my clitoris, or clit as men like to call
it.  You need to be careful not to be too rough with my clit, but I do want
you to lick and suck it gently.  I also like to feel your tongue down in my
hole and to suck my lips.  Again, be careful.  No teeth.  Alright, go ahead.”

I took a few tentative licks around her clit.  I knew enough from what I
read to not go straight at the clit.  But to lick the areas around it first.
Tina seemed to enjoy this indirect approach.  She moaned grabbed my hair and
seemed to be directing the movements of my mouth.  I quickly became more
comfortable with lapping at her fuckhole and soon was jamming my tongue deep
into Tina’s pussy.  Tina moaned and squealed and shuddered as I brought her
to her first orgasm of the evening with my tongue and a middle-finger buried
in her quim.

After she came down from her cum, Tina reached over for a damp wash cloth
and told me to wipe my face clean.  After I did that, she grabbed me around
the neck and kissed me hard and deep.

“On your back,” said Tina in a low, gutteral voice that told me I had better
do what she said.

Tina was soon poised over me, hovering above my hardon.  I helped steady her
as she lowered her soaking pussy over my achingly hard pole.  As Tina’s
pussy slid over my cock, I thought I would blow my load instantly.  The
sensation of her hot, wet snatch molding around my dick was so intense, I
nearly passed out.  Tina sat her full weight on my cock and then didn’t
move.  She knew I was enjoying this for the first time and didn’t want to
take the chance on me having no control.  I could feel her pussy muscles
contracting and releasing as she sat there.  I reached up and took her
beautiful tits in my hands.  My thumb and index finger applying gentle
pressure to her nipples, giving them a delicate twist, caused Tina to rock
back slightly and let loose a soft moan.  Tina then began to slide front to
back, my cock slipping and sliding through the combination of my spit and
her pussy juice.  I held on to those magnificent tits as her sliding hump
began to build in speed and intensity.  In a few minutes I was squeezing
Tina’s nipples and tits hard, but she didn’t seem to notice as she was
fucking herself on my cock.  Quick gasps of breath signaled another orgasm
for Tina and once the waves of intense sensation had passed, she laid down
on top of me, breathing hard and sweating slightly.

“Did you cum yet?” she asked and I told her “no.”

She seemed surprised.  So was I.  But something was tickling at the back of
my mind that kept me from letting go.

“I don’t want to get you pregnant,” I told her.

She smiled and said, “I’m on the pill, silly!  You don’t think I’m going to
take a chance and get knocked up, do you?  Let yourself go, it’s ok!”

With that, she rolled off of me and laid on her back, legs spread, with a
“Fuck me good” look on her face.

I got between her legs and put her feet up on my shoulders (saw that in a
porno movie).  I began to plow my hard, aching meat into her juicy snatch.
The wet smack of our hips coming together filled the small dorm room along
with Tina’s moans and my grunts.

Something else I had seen in a porno came to mind and I wanted to try it.

“Let’s do it doggy style.”

An “Mmmm” escaped Tina’s lips as I made my request.  We got in position and
I fed my cock into her pussy.  This was a completely different sensation to
what we had done before.  It was more intense, more centered on my cockhead
and the sensitive area just under the head.  It was too much for me to
handle!  I was transformed into a fucking animal! I pounded Tina’s snatch as
hard as I could.  The harder I fucked her, the more I wanted to fuck her
harder!  Tina said I was wailing like a crazed banshee the whole time, but I
can’t remember it at all.  All I do remember was the pressure building in my
groin, the unstoppable release of my cum and the total collapse or all
bodily control.  I hammered Tina’s pussy as I came and then fell with my
full weight on top of her, my fuck meat shrinking and exiting her well worn
cunt with a slight pop.

As I began to regain consciousness, I realized what had happened:  I had just
experienced sex for the first time with someone that I didn’t like all that
much.  My desire had gotten the better of my mind.  It hadn’t been the first
time and wasn’t the last.  But, I had given in to my most carnal desire and
didn’t consider the consequences.

Tina went to the bathroom and cleaned up.  I wiped off my slimy dick with
the washcloth and tried to decide what my next move should be.

As she came out of the bathroom, I said, “Tina, I guess this changes things
between us.”

“No,” came her response, “this doesn’t change a thing.  You’re right, we
just don’t work together.”  And she started to get dressed.

I was slack-jawed at her comments.

“It’s better this way.  I thought I could make you want me if I made love to
you, but I can tell, you don’t.  I’m sorry if you feel used, but you have to
admit, we had a pretty good time.”

I agreed and told her if she needed a friend, that I would be right
here…at least for the next three years.  She smiled and kissed me on the
cheek and left my dorm room…and my life.

I look back on my first time and feel lucky that Tina wanted me that much.
At the same time, I feel a little guilty that I didn’t want her enough to
make it work…only enough to make her my first.

Jul 18

Monsieur Rose

Huge Black Dildo In White Blonde Girl with Small Tits Stretching PussyMonsieur Rose

When Candy arrived at the stately home for the reading of her father’s will, she had no idea the extent of this one man’s estate. She was never close with her father, having chosen to live with her now-deceased mother when her parents divorced. She was young, eleven, when they separated, and she had grown up under the wing of the mother who had never quite forgiven her husband for his many affairs. She had caught him in the kitchen with the maid, and in the garden with his secretary. If she had received any money from the divorce it had never made its way to Candy. While never wanting for money, her teenage years were not ones of excess or frivolity. She was comfortable.

And so the thought of excess had not occurred to her when she had received the letter one week ago. It stated that her father had passed on (of natural causes) and that the reading of the will would take place at Lumley Manor the following Sunday afternoon. Candy had only gone because of chance, the chance that her nephew would be there. John, a distant relative in most senses of the word, only popped up whenever there was a scent of money to be investigated. He would stride in and the only thing Candy could keep her eyes on was the snug fit of his pants around his balls. She had imagined how large they may be. She’d seen a few pairs since she turned seventeen a year ago, but the impression she had grown to relish was of John’s large nuts drawn tightly within a thin cotton pouch. Of course, as is so often the case in these stories, he had shown no interest in her. It wasn’t the fact that he was white and she was Oriental, she’d never seen any sign of anything other than respect from him, but that was as far as he went. He respected her and she wanted to jump him.

She arrived in the late afternoon in a cab, got out in her riding pants and tight white blouse, her strong black hair pulled back and tied in a tight bow on the back of her head. Mid-calve boots, black leather gloves, baseball cap. She was met at the door by some sort of doorman and was shown inside to a small room with a table and five chairs around it. Henrietta was there. Henrietta was John’s girlfriend. A nice enough woman but obviously she was nothing other than an annoyance to Candy. Perhaps she had come instead of John?

“Hello, Candy.”

His voiced curled around her neck and into her ear like a tongue. Her eyes half closed before turning around to see him.

“How are you?”

“Fine,” she whispered with a false coyness and playful bashfulness that allowed her to purposefully avoid his gaze, instead looking down at… Oh yes, it was as she remembered it.

A lick of her lips, “And how are you?”

“He’s fine.” Henrietta was now beside them. She brushed her wavy blonde hair back over her ear and with not too much subtlety, eased him away. A quick glance back over her shoulder told Candy to keep her distance.

She sat down. John and Henrietta sat down. And then in walked another woman. She was tall, with long auburn hair over her shoulders. She was wearing a dress suit with a yellow shirt underneath.

“Good afternoon. My name is Wendy Harleson. I am the assistant to Mr. Erton, the solicitor who has drawn together the estate of Mr. Lumley. I have, I’m afraid, some bad news. Mr. Erton has been delayed by foreign affairs and he will not be arriving until tomorrow morning. He was caught in a meeting in Strasbourg and unfortunately, with all the labor strife underway in France, he cannot catch a plane until tomorrow morning.”

Candy had flown in with plans to leave as early the next morning as possible.

“He has, however, extended invitations to you all to stay the evening at Lumley Manor. A full dinner has been arranged and there are rooms for each of you, if you wish. And any extra travel arrangements that need to be made will be paid for, of course, by Mr. Erton.”

They had no real choice. Candy couldn’t take planes back and forth. And while John and Henrietta had driven, it was a five hour drive. They all agreed to stay.

“Fine then, feel free to wander around the manor. Miss Morton (Candy had chosen to keep her mother’s name), you can have the room at the far end of the hallway upstairs. Mr. Inton (John) you can have the room on the right, at the far end. And Miss Wharton (Henrietta) you can have the room on the right, closest to the stairs. I will have the room on the left. Dinner will be served in one hour.”

I won’t bore you with the culinary tete-de-tete. Suffice to say Candy strained to catch every glimpse of John’s crotch, each tight sight causing her to inhale a little harder to try to catch his attention. After dinner Candy retired to her room, overhearing John tell Henrietta that he’d be taking a shower. She heard Henrietta’s door close, and then the bathroom door. She heard the shower go on, and she imagined…
She imagined his shirt coming off. A hard body underneath, small nipples, a washboard stomach. She imagined his pants unbuttoning, his fly sliding down, his pants over his knees and on the floor. She imagined his underwear, the outline of his cock protruding even without an erection. The balls hanging loosely, constantly busy creating delicious salty cum. He slides them down, his cock pops out. His legs are muscular and firm, she wants to lick his ass, reach around and slide her fingers over his balls, stroke up his cock.

This was simply too much. John was NAKED in the next room. She slowly opened her door. A slight creak, Candy looked around and waited. Nothing moved. She heard the shower stop. She crept down the hallway and to the bathroom door. She slowly turned the handle, barely leaned against the door…

“John’s in there.” It was Henrietta. She had come up the hallway behind Candy. Candy stopped. “Oh, I didn’t know.”

Henrietta was wearing her underwear, a black lace-fronted bra and thin-strap bikini panties. “Candy, can I ask you a question?”


“What is that perfume you’re wearing?”

“Oh, it’s Sun Moon Stars.”

“Would you mind if I borrowed some. It’d drive John crazy.”

Candy grimaced. “Sure.”

Henrietta followed her down the hall and back into Candy’s room.

“Here it is.” Candy handed her the bottle. Henrietta opened it, took out the applicator. She slowly wiped perfume onto her neck, onto her wrist, and onto her inner thigh. “He likes to smell perfume here.” Candy rolled her eyes and turned away.

“He’s never fucked a black girl before, you know.”

Candy turned back. “Excuse me.”

“He’s told me, he’s never fucked a black girl before. Not by choice, you understand. Simply fate. There’s never been one that approached him.”

Candy couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Not the unbelievability of it, just the audacity of having to sit through a description of the sex life of a man she’d love to fuck.

“What is it with black women? Why are they so shy when it comes to white men?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, John’s a good-looking guy. He’s tall, well-built, hung like a fucking bull. He’s been asked out by lots of women, but never by a black woman. Why is that?”

“I can’t speak for anyone else. Just because I’m black doesn’t mean that I have any more in common with someone else just because they’re black also.”

“No, no. I’m not saying that. It’s just…”

Henrietta turned to look in the mirror, bending over to apply a little more perfume to her neck, her bum sticking out towards Candy.

“I mean, you MUST think John’s a great guy.”

Candy turned away. “Sure.”

“And he’s really good-looking. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, so what?”

“So you’ve never wanted to fuck him?”

Candy dropped to the bed. In the mirror she wasn’t sure if that was a grin on Henrietta’s lips. Was she just pushing Candy, trying to taunt her into something? Candy decided to go for it, push back, see if Henrietta could take it.

“Sure I’ve wanted to fuck him.”

Henrietta turned around. “So why haven’t you asked him then?”

“Because he’s with you.”

“Oh that wouldn’t stop him. He’s too much like your father. You should ask him, tell him you’d like to suck his cock, he loves that. It’s his birthday in a couple of days, tell him you’re my gift to him. He’ll understand.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No. Just go down the hallway, knock on the door. No, don’t even knock, just walk in. He’s probably got a hard-on as we speak. Just go down and walk in and say ‘Henrietta says Happy Birthday’. He’ll get a kick out of it. You will too, he’ll fuck you ’till you’re sore.”

Candy just sat there on the edge of the bed. She couldn’t believe this. Henrietta was standing there telling her to go and fuck John. This just did not make sense. So she got up, walked to her door, opened it, and turned back to Henrietta.

“Just go, trust me.”

She walked down the hallway and stopped outside John’s door. She thought for a second, adjusted her hair, and opened the door.

John turned around. He was naked. Everything Candy had imagined was true. The perfect chest, the perfect legs. His big fat balls, his big long fat cock. This was big. “Meat.” That’s all Candy could think.
She stammered out the words. “Henrietta says Happy Birthday.”

John stood silent for a second. And then two things happened. He smiled. And his cock began to rise, jerk itself up the way big cocks do. He turned and looked at her. Candy didn’t need any more invitation than that now-hardening bone. She unbuttoned her riding pants, slid them down over her tight ass, pulled off her shirt, and jumped down in front of John. She looked up at him, and she grinned. She positioned herself under the head of his cock, still semi-limp, still hanging down, and moved her mouth up over the head. She took all the head into her mouth and then closed her lips, sucking back down towards the tip.

She moved up again, this time taking her hands off the floor so that she could get more dick in her mouth, and again, after going halfway up the shaft, she closed her lips together and slid them down to the tip. She reached up, held the cock in her left hand, and licked the hole, tickling the hole with her tongue. With her right hand, she cupped his balls, rolling them against each other, sending a chill down her spine. John bent over her body, reached down and smacked her ass. She returned the favour, reaching around behind him with her right hand and sliding her middle finger along the crack of his ass. She was sucking more furiously now, her hand was stroking his cock into her mouth. She applied a little more pressure with her other hand and found his asshole. With one hand she pulled his cock tight, pushed her mouth down to the base of his shaft, and with the other hand she slipped her middle finger an inch or two up his ass. He winced, the pleasure was unbearable. Henrietta knew how to give a blowjob but Candy was a fucking fellatio-goddess. They moved slowly backwards the few steps to the bed, Candy never letting up sucking. John sat back, forcing Candy’s finger further up his ass, Candy got up off her knees, bent over, her ass and legs spread, her mouth wrapped around John’s magnificent pole. She had become primal, she could smell the sweat of his balls, all she wanted was a mouthful. He was bucking, uncontrollable. Candy focused on his body. She opened her eyes, looked up at him, his head flung back in ecstasy. She was in control.

That was when she felt something against her ass. A probe. She looked back over her shoulder, still jerking John’s cock. Henrietta was standing behind her. Candy looked down. Henrietta was wearing a jet-black strap-on dildo. It was dripping with some sort of oil and Henrietta was licking her lips. Henrietta moved forward and pushed the plastic cock up against Candy’s ass. Candy remembered John, who was now looking up and smiling with the knowledge that suggested there was more planning here than Candy had been led to believe. Candy didn’t care. She had John’s horse-dick in her throat and another dick, who cares if it’s plastic, another dick behind her. Henrietta pressed against Candy’s asshole. Candy parted her legs even more. Henrietta grabbed both Candy’s ass cheeks and spread them apart and with a slow determination, pushed the first inch of the dildo into Candy’s ass. Candy’s eyes widened. She threw herself down onto John’s cock, gagging. She pulled back just as Henrietta pushed in another inch.

Every inch Henrietta squeezed into Candy, Candy squeezed her finger another inch into John’s butt. John was pumping his whole body. Henrietta had pushed six inches into Candy’s rear and was now pulling out. She got a rhythm, started pumping Candy, every third or fourth push she’s smack Candy’s ass. Candy sucked and sucked, John couldn’t hold on anymore. Henrietta pumped Candy’s tight black ass, pushing the plastic cock into her and out, into her and out. Candy started to come. Her body stiffened, she threw herself back onto the dildo. She felt the plastic balls hit her clit and she shivered. Her body tightened and it exploded. She had most of John’s cock in her mouth, one finger up his ass, and the other hand squeezing those big fucking nuts, when the first jolt of cum hit the back of her throat. She took two or three, almost a mouthful, before she pulled it out. She swallowed what she had and was greeted with a shot right onto her lips, another right up over her left eye, and another, as she lifted her head up, landed on her chin. John was done. She used his dick to wipe off her face and sucked the cum off the head, causing John to shake whenever that vicious tongue touched his sensitive head. She wiped her face clean, used her thumb to squeeze the last of the cum out of his cock and onto her tongue, swallowed it, and looked up at him and said “I want some more.”

John collapsed, Henrietta pulled out and stood smiling behind Candy, and Candy reached back and pushed her index finger into her ass. She leaned forward onto the bed, onto John’s legs, and lay there with her finger twitching inside her asshole.

The next morning Henrietta was up early. She left Candy and John in bed and went out into the hallway. She was wearing a thin red teddy and a pair of panties that revealed the black bush so tightly held behind them. She walked to the bathroom and as she reached for the handle the door swung open. Out came Wendy, Mr. Erton’s assistant. She had just taken a shower and had wrapped a towel around herself. Her long auburn hair, still wet, hung down over the back of the towel.

“Oh, hi,” she greeted Henrietta.

“Good morning.”

Wendy then walked down the hall and into her room. Henrietta went into the bathroom and began her shower. She stepped into the steamy cubicle and let the water slide over her body, dripping onto her shoulders, down over her breasts, across her flat stomach, and between her legs. She rubbed the soap over her belly, up underneath the pert tits, slowly massaging the nipples, teasing and rubbing them until they began to stiffen. She pulled at them as her other hand slid down between her legs. She didn’t feel the need to masturbate, simply to touch herself lightly and gently. She caressed her ass with the soap, slid a finger into her asshole and pumped, just two or three times. She then rinsed off her body and just stood and let the water soothe her.

When she was done she stepped out of the shower and began to dry herself. She used the towel she had brought with her to dry her hair and then she wrapped it around her head to keep the hair in place. Looking around, she took one of the towels from the towel rack and began to use it to dry herself. As she was doing this, she noticed that in the wall behind where the towel had just been there was a small hole, not more than a half an inch in diameter. She kneeled down and looked at it. She could see light coming through it and she looked closer. The hole looked into the bedroom next to the bathroom, Wendy’s room, and Henrietta could see that Mr. Erton had in fact arrived this morning. Wendy was on her bed sucking on a man’s fingers, a man Henrietta presumed was Mr. Erton. Wendy was naked and on her knees. Mr. Erton was also naked, his large cock hanging between his legs. It was a thick uncircumcised thing, swinging as he rolled his hips back and forth, dry-humping the air. All Henrietta could imagine was her mouth straining to contain all of that cock. Then, as if spurred on by Henrietta’s thoughts, Wendy leaned forward and slid that monster into her mouth. Wendy was certainly a talented girl. She slid the entire thing, perhaps twelve inches, into her mouth and throat without skipping a beat. Then she slipped her mouth down and off it. She straightened up and kissed Mr. Erton, sliding her tongue out of his mouth and down over his chin. She then lay back on the bed, her head resting only inches from where Henrietta was watching. Mr. Erton, his cock hardening and thickening, straddled her chest and placed his cock between Wendy’s tits.

Wendy squeezed them together to form a channel into which Mr. Erton began to pump. With every forward thrust his cock popped into her mouth and she sucked hurriedly. He began to pump faster, she squeezed her tits together, using the nipples to pull them towards each other. Henrietta was kneeling, her own hand between her legs, two fingers in her sopping cunt. She was flicking her clit with her thumb, gasping, her mouth opening and closing with Wendy’s, as if it was Henrietta that was gulping on that bone. Mr. Erton’s head snapped back, his face turned red, and then with one explosion after another, cum splattered out of his cock. The first shot careened up Wendy’s face, covering her left eye. Then more came out as Wendy lifted her head up to catch it in her mouth. The next shot missed Wendy, shot up over her left shoulder, and hit the hole in the wall, seeping partially through. Henrietta couldn’t resist slipping her tongue into the hole and sucking the jizz into her mouth. She moved it around her mouth before swallowing it with a satisfied grin. She looked back through but couldn’t see anything because of the film of sperm now blocking the hole, too far back for Henrietta’s tongue to scoop it out. She furiously pumped her pussy and fell backwards, her legs partially in the air, her cunt grasping at her hand as she enjoyed a massive orgasm.

After laying on the bathroom floor for a few seconds she got up, quickly dressed, and ran back to her room. As she was about to enter, Mr. Erton came out of Wendy’s room, his cock still thick and full in his underwear. Henrietta glanced at it and then at his face and then turned and left him in the hallway.

Later, Candy was out perusing the grounds, when she ran into John. He smiled suspiciously and walked away from her. He went into the shed behind the grand house. It was a small wooden building, painted purple years ago, the paint now hardened and the windows stuck. Candy opened the door and there was John. He was sitting on top of some wooden crates that he’d piled together to form a haphazard chair. His pants were down, his underwear was around his knees, and his massive cock was sitting upright as he stroked it all the way from the purple head down to the tight hairy balls and all the way back up to the tip, now covered with a thin film of translucent pre-cum. Candy didn’t waste any time. She skipped over and collapsed onto her knees. She pushed his hands away, taking hold of that thing for herself. For a second she just looked at it, staring at the hole. Then she leaned forward and stuck her tongue into it, the tip penetrating the head of John’s cock and sending him blushing and flustering and gasping for air. He grabbed the crates to stop from falling as Candy forced her tongue farther into the hole, prying it apart, digging for jizz.

The door opened behind her and in walked Patrick, the butler. “Can anyone join in here?” Patrick was a tall slender black man, with sensuous thick lips and a dark ,almost black skin. He walked over behind Candy and unzipped his pants and slid out his own cock. It fell onto Candy’s right shoulder and she came up off John’s cock. She reached up and grabbed it and squeezed, and then she pulled it into her mouth. Back and forth, in and out of her hungry mouth. She let go and went back to John. Patrick walked around beside John so that Candy could feed on both of them. Two cocks, thick and veiny, pumping into her mouth. She could taste the difference between them, nothing particular, no sensation that would ever distinguish it as someone’s personal taste, but there was definitely a difference.

Just as Candy was getting a nice smooth rhythm, going down on John, right down to the nuts, and then coming up again before going down on Patrick, the door opened again. Nigel, the gardener came in, probably to get some tool to use in the garden. He looked over and his eyebrows shot up.
“Goodness me. What’s going on here then?”

“The girl’s a little hungry,” said Patrick without turning to look at Nigel. Nigel came over, and kneeled down beside Candy. “Here, why don’t you concentrate on him,” he said, motioning to Patrick. He then slid John’s cock into his own mouth. Candy thought this was incredible. She watched as this man, this hairy, beautiful man, slid John’s cock in and out of his mouth. She looked up at John who showed no signs of wanting this to stop. And then she turned and began working on Patrick. She sucked and pulled on his balls. Then she let go and slipped her shirt up and over her head. Her firm tits popped out and she grabbed Patrick’s rod and started smacking her nipples with it. They were full and erect and she rubbed them against the head of Patrick’s cock. She tried to force one of them into the hole but it was too thick to go in. She then stood up and kissed Patrick on the mouth. She turned around, pulled down her shorts, and bent over revealing that perfect ass to Patrick. He knew what to do, leaning forward and prying the cheeks apart. He began kissing and licking all over her cheeks.

Nigel was now holding John’s hands as he bobbed faster up and down on his cock. He pushed one hand up to John’s face and John began sucking on his ring finger. Sliding it in and out of John’s mouth, John used his teeth to form resistance and grated them against Nigel’s hand.

Candy had reached up, still bent over, and grabbed Patrick’s cock. She was jerking it, sliding her hand from the base to the tip. Patrick had by this point slid his tongue into her asshole and was fucking her ass with his tongue. Nigel came up off John’s cock and kissed his, continuing to pull and jerk his cock. John began to shoot and Nigel went back down to catch the cream on his face. Then Patrick began to cum. Candy turned around, fell to her knees, and slid the huge black shaft into her mouth. Patrick shot wave after wave of hot cum into Candy’s mouth. She could hardly contain it all before swallowing a massive load and coming up off her knees with the most exasperated look on that cute black face. John collapsed backwards and Nigel got up and wiped off his face with a rag.

Jul 17


Lesbian Bisexual Women Fucking Firm TitsCourteous

Our friends, Karen and Will, came to visit us, over the weekend my wife arranged a reservation for a tennis court in a club nearby.  it was a very sunny afternoon and after a few drinks in the club’s bar we went out on the court.

We decided to play men against women.  Will and I are not so skilled in the game as both ladies, who play regularly.  After a little warm-up, the girls proposed we‘d play a little competition.  To render the game more interesting, we made a deal, The losing team would have to obey all the wishes or commands from the winners with no restrictions.  Both girls agreed,to this quite exciting game.

In our first set, we were no match to Karen and Jenny, their technique being far better than ours, they were pulling every trick they knew on us.  but nevertheless, we didn’t give ourselves up,and fought back as good as we could.  Although we lost our first set with shameful 6 -0, we won the second one 7 – 5.  Nothing was decide yet, as the game became more physical, and fatigue started to influence our wives technical advantage.  Indeed, surprisingly, our condition took the upper hand and Will and I were victorious in the third set.

Now time had come to decide what we were going to submit our wives to.  We went back in to the bar,and Will and I placed ourselves at a table to negotiate, while Karen and Jenny sat at the other end of the bar, curiously, and excited, awaiting our decision.

After a little while I came up with a exciting idea, whereupon Will agreed instantly.  We signaled our wives to come at our table and invited them to sit down.  We told them we were going to give them a second chance, in a final game with the same rules, but.  ” winner gets it all “.  Only this time, there was a supplemental condition.  They would have to play the game without a single piece of underwear under their tiny, short white tennis skirts.

Both hesitated for a moment, surprised and excited by the proposal they blushed and nervously giggled concerned about what the other people were going to say.  Luckily there weren’t as many people present at this time of day, and after all it was the first time we came here, nobody knew us. We reminded them to the fact that they agreed to the terms of the game, so they had to go along.

I noticed they gradually got excited by the thought and finally agreed to go along with it.  Calmly and self assured they stood -up and went to the dressing room, as they gave us rendezvous on the court.

Will and I were very horny, impatiently waiting for our wives to show up.  It took them a long time to come out as, finally we saw them walking over to us, keeping their skirt down as tight as possible with their hands, still giggling and nervously chatting.

Gentlemen, as we are, we offered them the first service!

Jenny got down to the end of the field and while she stretched to serve the first ball, will and I got so excited by the sight of her beautifully, tight shaven pussy, she scored an ace!

Also Karen’s skirt had been bouncing up and down, following her movements, awaiting to return the ball displayed her equally delightful naked cunt, revealing the two pierced rings, from which she had removed the small golden padlock.

Needles to say it didn’t take long before the other men and women present remarked the most original outfit from our wives. Will and I were unable to return any ball, as Karen and Jenny became more confident enjoying themselves by distracting us, even by lifting their skirts, exposing their white cunts and bums to us.  Our minds getting more and more troubled when they started to unzip a bigger part from their skirt, leaving their tits barely covered, bouncing up and down, while they ran, it didn’t take long before we lost the game.

With both arms in the air, as a sign of victory, Karen and Jenny enjoyed a last time, showing their asses to the surrounding guys and galls and then quickly took off to the car, followed by us.

Up until today they still didn’t want to reveal what they are going to make us do.  They sad they are going to wait for a convenient time and up to then it will be their secret.

Ooooh.  On our way home, both women couldn’t stop laughing, and told us they’d amused themselves tremendously, showing off and exciting the other men.  After a good shower, and a good meal, our friends headed back home.

Once alone, my wife asked me if I didn’t wonder what kept them so long to show -up on the tennis court.  She told me she had a very exciting adventure in the dressing room.  Karen had become very horny by our proposal, and from the moment she had entered the room, had began to touch herself.  She was hot as hell, she had told my wife, while she impatiently stripped down her tiny slip, starting to caress her pussy.  Lustfully she’d stretched herself down on a bench and with her legs apart was masturbating in front of my wife, who on her turn had become very horny to and had started rubbing her clit.

Barely dressed they sat opposite to each other, watching each other masturbating, as suddenly, the door opened.  A woman, entered the room and seemed quite shocked at first,but then still made her way up to the showers.  Jenny had closed her legs instantly and a bit shy, being discovered, had pulled down her skirt just as quickly.  Karen had been so turned on, she calmly continued, not a bit embarrassed, even enjoying the presence of the woman. Both girls looked at one another and started to giggle, talking louder than necessary about their upcoming task.  It was Karen who suddenly raised the idea of shaving their puss’s completely naked.  The woman, who in the meantime had come from under the shower, had shown more than common interest in both girl’s body’s.  She was completely naked and for a woman in her mid forties, still had a gorgeous body.  Her tits didn’t show any weakness and she had a wonderfully soft skin.  Karen and Jenny were very surprised when she moved up closer and offered to shave both women’s cunts with her lady shave.  Calmly and unembarrassed she placed herself next to Karen and softly caressed her inside legs, slowly moving up to her wet, tight pussy.  With great ability she entered Karen’s cunt, stroking gently her clit with her fingers.  Karen was enjoying this enormously and leaned back as far as she could, to be sure, the woman could reach in as deep as possible.

In the meantime the woman invited my wife to come and stand closer to her.  She slowly reached under her short skirt and began exploring Jenny’s pussy, gently rolling her wet, hot clit between her fingers.  Both girls were so horny, their juices started to run down their legs, as the woman kneeled over Karen and offered her wet flaming asshole to be licked.

Jenny grabbed to her round,firm tits and pinched the woman’s hard nipples.  Jenny had pushed both her fingers in the woman’s cunt and continued to lick her ass, when until all three came.

Exhausted, they had softly caressed each other for a little while afterwards, up to the moment they’d reminded themselves,and the woman, we were waiting for them.  Still very excited, the woman had then quickly taken her lady shave out of her bag and shaven their delicious pussies which had been quite an amusing experience and my wife told me, she‘d gladly would have stayed for a while longer in the company of the woman, but duty called and as they left, they had to promise to come back soon

Rapidly, they then had joined us, on the tennis court, and while we played they often had spotted the lady nearby the field.  The rest of the story you know already, she sad, now it’s your turn, come on, it’s very late already and I didn’t have a good fuck yet!