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Party Dare

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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After School Help

Finally, the bell rang. Class was over. Seth sighed a heavy sigh of relief.

“Alright, guys, remember! The test on Chapter 4 is when?”

The class sighed, grumbled and in a collectively defeated unison, replied, “Tomorrow.”

“Right. Also, remember, if you do better on this test than the previous one, I will drop your first test grade and count this one twice.” A little incentive and hopefully, the class would appreciate his teaching a little more. No excited responses. The life of a teacher, he thought. You give them a treat and they still think you’re a fucking prick. He moved to his desk, settling in for his afternoon break. One class period off, one more after that and the day was done. He glanced up, watching his students file out, picking out some of their conversations and smiled to himself. I remember when I was in your shoes, guys. It’s not as bad as you think, you’ll see.

He became so engrossed with his grade book, that he didn’t see her quietly approach the desk.

“Mr. Allen?”

When she spoke his name in her husky voice, he jumped, startled right out of his train of thought. “Ah, yes, Ms. Wolfe? How can I help you?”

Jadyn Wolfe was a knockout for her 18 years of age. Her silky blue-black hair framed her delicate face, and those sapphire blue eyes were enough to pierce your heart. Her blue blouse and short skirt, perhaps a little too tight, hugged her perfect curves in all the right places and when she walked with those long slender legs, she seemed to glide untouchably through a crowd. Jadyn gave off a seductive aroma of mystery; all the men wanted her, all the girls hated her. She paid them all no mind, and mainly kept to herself. She seemed unbreakable, and even sexier, untouchable.

She brushed her long hair over her shoulder and tilted her head to the side. “Um, I was wondering if you had any time later on today, after school, if you could help explain some concepts from the chapter to me. I didn’t do so hot on the first test and I’m really worried about tomorrow’s.”

Seth pressed his fingertips together, trying not to look into her piercing eyes for too long. He freely admitted to himself the first time he saw her that she was sexy, but all teachers know it’s suicide to have an affair with a student. The thought had crossed his mind before, her naked body engulfing his member as he pumped into her, their sweaty bodies making sweet music together on his desk…

He shook his head, erasing the image out of his head. Jadyn narrowed her eyes slightly, smirking slightly as if she had telepathically read his desires. “Well, Ms. Wolfe, I normally don’t tutor students. I encourage you to study with others from the class so you can all benefit the same and perhaps help each other learn something new. I don’t want it to seem like I’m playing favorites….” his voice trailed off.

She nodded. “I understand. Um, thanks anyways.” She turned to leave.

“But,” he continued. What are you doing? “I suppose I could help you a bit later. I have some time around say, 2:45. Is that okay for you?” No playing favorites, Seth!

Jadyn smiled that sexy smile of hers. “That’s perfect. Thanks so much, Mr. Allen. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem, Jadyn. See you then.” She smiled again, and strolled out of the room, that sexy body teasing him all the way out.

His smile quickly turned to confusion. Control yourself, Seth, he thought. She’s a student. She probably just wants help for the test. No big deal. “Yeah,” he said aloud. “No big deal.”

The rest of the day flew by. As 2:45 rolled around, Seth was engulfed in correcting the homework assignment handed in by his 8th period class. C’mon, this is not brain surgery. You need to study a little more. His red pen scribbled comments and he added it to the already critiqued work. He sighed. He loved teaching, but it always pissed him off when students did poorly. He glanced out the window, watching the rain pattering against the windows. He was so engrossed in his work that he didn’t even realize it had begun to rain. Hopefully, it would taper off after he and Jadyn were through. Jadyn. Even the sound of her name in his mind turned him on. He let his mind wander to fantasy as the bulge in his pants grew, imagining Jadyn in the showers after gym class. The hot steamy water running down her skin, her body gliding soap to clean off the dirt from the day. Her mouth parts, and she sighs as she discreetly slides her hand down toward her sex. With her fingers, she strokes herself up and down along her lips. Moaning, she dares further to slide her fingers into her pussy, letting her juices guide her fingers towards an amazing release. Harder and faster she thrusts, moaning louder and louder until she climaxes and collapses to her knees, sighing out “Seth…” as she comes down from heaven…

A soft knock on the door startled him back to reality. Seth cleared his throat and pushed himself closer to the desk to disguise his bulge. “Come in!” he called out.

Jadyn walked in with her bag over her shoulder. She quietly shut the door, silently locking it when he looked down. “Thanks again, Mr. Allen. I hope this helps me get my grades up,” she said as she sat in the seat next to his desk. Seth flashed her a quick smile, as he picked up the piles of papers and put them in his briefcase. “No problem, Ms. Wolfe. Now, what questions do you have for me?”

She inched the chair closer to him; her blouse was unbuttoned slightly, giving him a nice view of her perfect breasts. He glanced down quickly, a small wave of passion running down to his already solid member. He looked back up to find her blue eyes piercing him. Shit. Caught.

“I was wondering if you could explain to me the difference between Britain’s Parliament versus our form of government. I can’t seem to understand it,” her husky voice milking the words out, almost as if she was teasing him. Her eyes studied him closely as he fumbled for words to speak. Relax, Seth. She’s just a student. Somehow that didn’t seem to have an effect anymore. “Sure” was all he could manage to sputter out.

The lesson continued, and as he tried to stay focused, he couldn’t help get the thought of pleasuring Jadyn out of his head. Running his tongue everywhere on her skin, exploring her body with his strong hands…it was all too tempting. He sighed heavily when she finally nodded her head, smiled and said, “Ok, I think I got it. Thanks for your help, Mr. Allen.”

“You’re welcome Jadyn. I hope I’ve been at least slightly helpful.” Seth reclined back in his chair as she got up to pack her bag. You’ve survived Seth, good job. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back.

Jadyn cleared her throat and brushed her hair behind her ear. “You know, I really appreciate this.” She turned around to face him. “I owe you a favor.”

She silently slinked in between Seth and his desk and sat down on the edge. Seth opened his eyes to find her sitting in front of him, her hands gripping the edge of his desk, her eyes rested on his. “No, no, Ms. Wolfe.” He stammered. “I’m your teacher. I get paid to teach you. You don’t have to do anything for me.”

“What if I want to?” She kept her eyes on his, her gaze not shifting. Seth swallowed. “Jadyn, I, uh…I…can’t accept any, um, favors…”

He watched her hand move up to her blouse and one by one, she unbuttoned it, exposing her black lace bra. “This isn’t a favor, Mr. Allen. This is called lust. I saw you staring at my breasts earlier, and I’ve seen the way you look at me during class. I know you want me, I can see it in your eyes.” She slid her blouse off her shoulders and tossed it aside. “I’m ready and willing, Seth. I’m yours for the taking.”

When she said his name, his desire consumed him. He stood up and put his hands on her shoulders. “I can’t Jadyn. You know how much trouble…”

She interrupted him by passionately kissing him. Her tongue probed his as her fingers ran through his hair. He lost control and kissed her back, running his hands down her back onto her ass, giving it a tight squeeze. He pushed her back on the desk, breaking their kiss. “God, I want you,” he growled in a low voice as he attacked her neck with his mouth. Jadyn sighed as she tilted her head back. “I know,” she whispered into his ear.

Seth ran his hands up to her breasts. Fondling them through the lace material, he heard Jadyn moan softly. He moved his mouth back up to hers, letting all the desire that built up for the past month and a half flow out. Jadyn grabbed his shirt and ripped it open, revealing his chiseled chest. She ran her fingernails down his abdomen, causing Seth to growl as his tongue ran across her lips. He grabbed the zipper of her skirt, until Jadyn stepped back and shimmied out of it. She turned around and bent over, showing off her matching lace thong as she stepped out of her skirt. Seth ran his hands over her ass cheeks and sighed. She grabbed the desk as he laid over her, kissing her back as he undid the clasp to her bra. Her breasts fell out as he threw her bra to the floor; he cupped her naked breasts and grinded his stiff member into her backside. She seductively laughed and turned around. His mouth trailed down her collarbone and onto her nipple, licking and sucking it as he cupped her other breast. Jadyn moaned as he nibbled her nipple softly and grabbed his hair again. “God, Seth, that feels so good,” she panted. He continued to suck on her nipple as she felt down to his belt, undoing it and pulling his pants and boxers off. She ran her finger along his erect member, causing Seth to tilt his head back in pleasure. She stood up and stared into his lust filled eyes. “Sit down,” she commanded, her sapphire eyes weakening his knees.

She dropped to her knees and spread his legs. As she ran her nails on the inside of his thighs, Seth moaned, anticipating her mouth on his cock. Her tongue ran slowly up his thigh, and down the other, just missing his sensitive spot. “Please…” he whispered.

Jadyn smiled at him and wrapped her mouth around the head, gripping the base of his penis. “Like that?” she teased. “Yes…” Seth begged. She stroked his penis as she took him all in. He rolled his eyes back into his head, amazed at her talents. She began to bob up and down slowly, sensually licking his member like an ice cream cone to slow his climax. He ran his fingers into her hair and guided her head on his cock. She twisted her grip in the opposite directions as she twisted her mouth. Seth glanced down to look at her sucking him off. The voyeurism was too much for him to handle. He felt his balls begin to tighten, and anticipated an amazing orgasm. “Oh fuck, Jadyn. I’m gonna come soon…” he said in a hoarse whisper. She tightened her grip on his cock and began to suck harder and faster. The combination of the wetness of her mouth and the grip of her hand was too much for him. He moaned as he unleashed spurt after spurt of semen into her mouth, gasping for air after every cry. He watched as she swallowed it all, not spilling a drop of come out of her mouth. After what seemed an eternity of pleasure, he came down from his high as he member softened. He sighed as she stood up, “That was incredible. But now it’s my turn.” Jadyn flashed him her wicked smile. “So take me.”

Seth pushed her back on the desk and pulled off her thong. He laid her down as his tongue trailed down her midsection, towards her navel. He teased her a bit by running the tip of his tongue around it, and slowly moved it down to her thighs. He spread her legs apart, inhaling the addictive aroma of her womanhood, moist and wet from all their foreplay. He rubbed her breasts and he slowly inched his tongue towards her slit. As Jadyn moaned, he whispered, “Not yet” and sank his fingers into her wet pussy. He pumped them up and down as she moved her hips in synchronous motion to his fingers. He leaned down again and found her clitoris, which he flicked with the tip of his tongue. Jadyn yelped and pulled his head towards her pussy. “Lick me,” she commanded, which he happily obliged.

As he continued to thrust his fingers deep inside her, Seth licked her pussy lips in figure eights, moistening every inch of her sex with his tongue. Jadyn bucked her hips against his face, engulfing every lick, suck, kiss and nibble he offered into her pussy. He finger fucked her harder and licked her faster, stopping only to ask her, “You want more?” Jadyn felt her orgasm approaching. “Oh my god Seth, lick me. I’m gonna come!” Her breathing became heavy as the sweat appeared on her breasts. As her orgasm engulfed her, she cried out. Her orgasm was so sexy; his member stiffened at the sight of her flushed face and she sighed as Seth drank up her juices.

“Oh my god,” she sighed as she sat up. “That was amazing.” She opened her eyes and glanced at his stiff cock. She kissed him as she commanded to him. “Fuck me, Seth,” she moaned. “I need to feel you inside me.”

That’s all he needed to here. His wildest fantasy was about to come true.

Seth guided his cock to her opening. There, he teased her by slowly rubbing the head up and down her slit. She sighed and pierced him with her eyes. “Tease,” she moaned.

“You’re one to talk.” Seth growled as he plunged his cock all the way inside her. Once he was all the way inside, he stopped to look at Jadyn recover from taking him all in. Her mouth hanging open, a sigh resting on her tongue, she slowly began to rock her hips into Seth’s. He grabbed her hips and began to grind her back. She opened her eyes and kissed him. “Fuck me harder,” she whispered her command. Seth slowly began to buck harder; her wet pussy swallowed his throbbing cock entirely with each thrust. This is what you’ve been waiting for, Seth. Make the most of it. Sweat began to pour fro their bodies as they slapped their hips together on the desk. “Faster. Harder. Oh god, Seth, fuck me!” Jadyn groaned. Their bodies began to grind faster and Seth could feel his balls tightening again. Jadyn wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer. Together, they moaned and released their orgasm, and Seth pumped her full of his cum. Jadyn sighed as she collapsed into his arms, her head resting on his shoulder. Once she came down from coming, she turned to face Seth and tenderly kissed him in between her gasping breaths. “Thank for all your help,” she whispered as she bit his lower lip. Seth smiled. “My pleasure. Let me know if you need any more after school help.”

Jadyn grinned. “Well, I do need help with the essay you assigned for next week. Is tomorrow ok?”

“Definitely.” Seth replied, a wicked glint flashing in his eye. I guess not all the students think I’m a fucking prick when I give them a treat.

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Her Sister The Slut

My girlfriend Kim and I have been going out for about 5 months. She is 23, about 5’4″, with auburn wavy hair and bright green eyes. Her skin is a little pale, and she has a hint of freckles on her face and shoulders. Kim has a thin build, with perky B cups and a tight apple ass. The first time I saw her walk away from me in tight little panties, slightly sucked up between her hard cheeks, I was hooked. I am three years older, 6′ even, muscular but not huge. Kim likes when I have a beard, so I keep a trimmed one that matches my short brown hair.

Kim’s little sister Katie has fallen on hard times. Frankly, she’s a bitch. I don’t often use that term, but she really is. Drugs, skipping school, sexting, all before she even came close to graduating high school. She got kicked out when she tried to seduce a teacher for an A. Once Katie hit 18, her parents kicked her out, and now she is living on Kim’s couch. Now she is causing Kim stress. Now she is causing me not to get laid.

“Come on, Kim, let me relax you with a nice shoulder rub… and then I’ll lick you until you cum.” Just a head shake no. I was trying to kill two birds with one stone, but I missed. Kim loves when I talk dirty. Maybe I’ll try that. 

“How about we put on that porn where the Asian chick takes on a couple? The one where her face is covered in pussy juice and it drips off her chin?” Kim is in a phase lately where her fantasy is to have a girl on her face while I fuck her. When I bring it up during sex, she licks her lips in anticipation. But not now.

“She’s just sitting around. She promised to be looking for a job. I feel like her parent, and I’m sick on not being able to relax on the couch after work. She doesn’t even make her ‘bed’ anymore.” It’s true. Katie sleeps on the couch, and has been getting sloppier by the day. She started out so clean and neat, picking up after herself. Two weeks later and she leaves her clothes all over the place.

She also dresses more scantily by the day. It’s summer in Las Vegas, but the apartment is air conditioned. Still, Katie is starting to hang out in panties and a long t-shirt. Kim almost lost it when Katie ditched the t-shirt for a tank top. I guess having your boyfriend around your little sister while she’s exposing her tight little ass in cute panties was too much. That, or the low cut tank top that revealed her D cups. I hope Kim is not jealous.

“You want me to talk with her? She sort of listens to me. She’s just ignoring you at this point.”

“Sure,” Kim replied, “give her a stern talking to I guess. But not now, let’s go to sleep. Tomorrow.”

In 10 minutes, Kim was out. I decide to go to the kitchen for a drink. Water, maybe. Maybe I’ll have a beer and watch some TV. Fuck, Katie’s on the couch. Man, she really ruins everything. As I head to the kitchen, I hear some movement on the couch. I hope Katie is not bringing guys over to fuck. That’s the last thing we need. 

As I walked past the backside of the couch, I glance over. Katie is sprawled, her legs askew with one up and one extended. The blanket is barely up to her mid things. I see one hand on her inner thigh, right up where the edge of her panties barely covers her lips. I could swear her fingers glistened in the moonlight, but it’s probably wishful thinking. As I pull my eyes away, feeling guilty from staring so long, I take a glance at her big, firm tits. Hard nipples poke through the thin cotton of her t-shirt. I feel guilty, but not from checking out such a nice rack. I’m a man, after all.

I hesitate coming back out from the kitchen. I definitely hear something now. A slight moan. A wet slurping. “You little slut” I think to myself. She had to know I went by. I drink my glass of water, thinking frantically. I want to take a peek, but I certainly don’t want to get caught. Kim is a dynamite girl, and she’s a sexual savant to boot. Why screw that up to catch a hot 18 year old fingering herself on the couch? 

Still, I wait several minutes before heading out. As I stand there, I get the familiar scent of wet pussy wafting through the air. Wow, that’s intoxicating. Similar to her sister, but just different enough to notice. Kim tastes divine, and I love when she cums on my face and drips as I suck her pink lips. I can imagine Katie tastes wonderful, and from the sound of it she is sopping wet. 

As I come back into the living room, I make a slight cough as a warning. Katie is not moving when I look at her, but her panties are slightly askew and I catch a glimpse of the edge of her lips. She is wet, soaking her panties and making her fingers glisten. I take in a big smell as I stare, and as I do I hear her moan. A soft moan, but definitely a moan. I sniff again, and she moans again, this time her lips slightly parting in desire. Damn, Katie is such a dirty girl.

As I walk away, I hear the distinct sound of Katie sucking her fingers. I know the sound so well because Kim loves it when I make her taste her own sweet pussy juice off my fingers. I love when Kim does it, and my cock has a bit of pre-cum at hearing Katie do it. One last moan before I head into the bedroom.

Kim is asleep, but Katie’s little games have left me almost bursting. Kim wakes up to me licking her pretty little pink pussy, lips spread wide so I can get to her little nub. She wakes up horny, and as soon as she’s up I push her down and enter her harshly. I smack her ass loudly, and she yelps in pain and surprise. Kim loves to be handled firmly, with a little choking and slapping and hair pulling. I don’t hold back when I fuck her, slamming into her as she tries desperately to push her ass up in the air and fuck me back. I usually last a long time, but I’m so worked up by my sexual frustration and Katie’s show that I know I won’t last long. 

“I’m going to cum down your throat, Kim!” I yell at her. 

“Oh yeah, fuck my face and cum in my mouth!” she exclaims, excited by the sudden dirty talk. Man, any dirty talk makes her hornier. 

“My cock will be covered with your pussy juice when I fuck your face. Lick it all off.” I command.

“Mmmm yeah I love to taste my pussy juice, baby! Give me that cock!”

I pull out of her pink and bring my cock up to her face. She quickly licks all her juices off before taking it deep in her mouth. Within 30 seconds, I am ready to explode.

“Swallow my cum, baby! I’m going to cum.. I’m cumming!” I erupt in her mouth, my cock shooting blasts of my seed into her tiny little mouth. Kim’s only recently started taking my loads in her mouth, and a little bit slips out of the corners of her mouth and she valiantly attempts to swallow it all.

“Oh yeah, that tastes so good, baby!” she cries once she’s swallowed most of it down. “I love the taste of my juice and your cum together!” As she says this, we hear a bump in the hallway. “What was that? Was that Katie?” Kim asks.

“I don’t know” I say, while secretly hoping that it is. “If it is, she now knows how slutty her sister is.”

“Only for you, baby. Only for you. I’m going to check it out.” Kim slides on her panties, and I fall asleep to the hypnotic view of her pantied ass swaying away.

I woke up early, and Kim was still asleep. I headed out to find Katie already up.

“Coffee?” she asks? I am a little surprised to see her holding a cup out for me. She looks adorable with short shorts, a tiny tank top, and knee-high socks. 

“Sure, thanks. I’m surprised you know how to make it.” As I take a sip, I run my eyes up and down her body, which is turned away to pour herself a cup. The socks are a nice touch, accenting her smooth legs and giving her a naughty schoolgirl look. As if I needed more reason to think about her after last night. Oh, Katie, you’re killing me.

I sat down to catch a college football preview show. Katie sat on the couch as well, and as I looked over I noticed the same pink and gray striped panties she had on last night jammed in the couch cushions, just a hint of fabric peeking out. Fuck, I would love to get those. No, no, no. I just fucked Kim like she was a whore last night, because she is my whore and she’s amazing. I can’t be thinking about the cute little panties that her little sister soaked last night. Still, I wonder if she listened to us fuck last night.

Throughout the morning, Katie is helpful. She cleans, she cooks, and she is polite. What’s going on? For one thing, I swear she’s teasing me. Sure, she’s cleaning, but must she bend over so far, exposing just a bit of underwear through the leg of her tiny shorts? Or does she have to wipe her hands off on her shirt by rubbing her palms over her tits? Or drop some eggs down her shirt and clumsily retrieve them by almost popping her boobs out of her top? 

Kim comes out about an hour after I first did, and she immediately notices how clean the living room and kitchen are. “Cleaning are we? After you had no energy to finish me off last night?” I can’t believe how open she’s being about our sex life in front of her little sis.

“No, it wasn’t me! Katie did all of this; she’s been a real superstar this morning.”

“Well, she must think a lot of you for her to listen to you. Does every girl just do what you tell them to or is it just girls in my family?” Kim asks.

“So, Kim, you always do what he tells you? Anything at all?” Katie asks with a raised eyebrow.

“I knew you were listening last night!” Kim exclaims.

“What are you talking about? I was asleep last night. Not like I haven’t heard you two going at it before, but I haven’t for a while. Besides, no one asked me to clean. I decided to help out. And I’m fully clothed!”

“Yeah, barely you slut!” Kim teased.

“Now, ladies, I’m sure you’re both as slutty as you want to be, but I’m trying to watch a show.” I say this hoping they will continue.

“Whatever, we’re going shopping. Come on, Katie, let’s see if we can find something for me that will keep this guy awake long enough to satisfy me.” Ouch. Fall asleep once, and a thousand pussy eatings disappear, apparently.

After the girls are gone, I lay out on the couch and smell something familiar, something delicious. I see the cute little panties that Katie left stuffed in the couch and just stare. My cock starts to swell. I try to look away, but I’m only human. I pull them out and I am almost overwhelmed by lust as I smell the sweet young pussy that soaked them. After a few minutes, I put them back and try to forget about it.

Later that night, I again go to the kitchen for a glass of water. This time, I smell pussy as soon as I get to the living room. I see Katie laying on her stomach, a hand definitely in her panties; I can see a little movement at the crotch. Once again I am in the kitchen for a few minutes listening. This time, Katie moans a bit more. I hear her fingers slide in and out almost violently, fucking her little hole and sloshing around her juices. Every minute or so I hear her sucking her fingers and I want to run out and fuck her. But I resist. After a few minutes, I walk out. This time Katie is on her stomach, panties pushed to the side, fingers in her pink slit, and her ass just begging to be smacked. 

Once again, I wake up Kim with a tongue bath and conclude by shooting a load in her mouth. This time, I talk dirtier. “You’re such a little slut!” “You want your pussy juice in your mouth, don’t’ you?” “Swallow my load, cum slut!” Kim cums as I fuck her, and I cum in her mouth. I swear I hear a noise in the hallway, but this time Kim is too worn out to hear it. But I know. 

The next night I again sneak out for a drink of water. This time, Katie has her shirt pushed up, her right tit out and her fingers pinching her erect nipple. Her left hand is in her panties, and she appears to be rubbing her clit in circles. Before I can head to the kitchen, she pulls a wet finger out and rubs it around her nipple. Then Katie takes her right tit into her mouth and moans. As she does so, she opens her eyes and sees me. She does not miss a beat, but locks her eyes with mine as she pulls her panties to the side, exposing her dripping pink slit. 

“Mmmmmm” she moans as her finger goes back to her pussy. She is no longer looking at me, but has her eyes screwed shut. I stand, watching. “I’m such a little slut… I’m a cum slut!” she moans as puts two fingers in her snatch. Soon, her shirt is up and both tits are exposed. She spends some time playing strictly with her tits, her body contorting with pleasure. As she looks at me again, she glances down to my crotch, which is hidden behind the couch. I step around, my dick clearly outlined in my boxer briefs and a wet spot where my pre-cum has oozed out. As she stares at my cock, she reaches down to spread open her pink pussy lips, and I get a beautiful view at her wet hole. Damn, she looks remarkably similar to Kim

Kim! I think to myself. I shouldn’t be staring at Kim’s 18 year old little sister masturbating. I take one more look at Katie, her pussy spread open and thrust up off the couch, and head back to the bedroom. This time, I awaken Kim by rubbing my cock on her face, putting pre-cum on her lips. We end up in a 69, with my cock erupting in her mouth as I clamp down on her clit. She cums as she swallows, and I drink up her dripping juices. 

“I think Katie needs to get fucked.” Kim says.

“What?”

“I found her panties in the couch. They were… let’s just say she was definitely having a good time with them. Didn’t you notice it’s smelled like pussy out there for a couple of days?”

“Where did you find them?” I ask.

“In the chair. Don’t tell me you didn’t see the green panties, you horn dog!”

Green panties in the chair? I must have missed them. “No, I did not! I always notice yours when they’re snugged up to your pussy, but otherwise I haven’t noticed any panties.”

“Well, if she’s behaving so well after getting off every night, I need to make sure she doesn’t get bored. She needs some dick!”

“Ha! I thought it was my commands that made her behave?” I teased.

“Oh, maybe the commands made her horny. After all, you know how being bossy to me makes me gush!” In that moment, I was convinced that if I told Kim and her sister to fuck me, I would have them both dripping and ready to go. I love girls that get off on taking orders!

The next night, I again went for a glass of water. This time, Katie was just teasing her soft teenage body. Her fingers traced over her thighs. She traced around her nipples through her shirt. She made eye contact with me early, and glanced down. Again, I stepped around the couch and she stared at my cock, held back by my boxer briefs, as she pulled her shirt up and began playing with her tits. She fondled them. She kneaded them. Katie even licked them before really going to town on her nipples. 

“Sit down, please?” She asked hesitantly. I wanted to say no, but just the she pushed her hand into the top of her white and pink panties. They had little bows on them, and I could see her labia through the thin fabric. I saw down, half reluctantly and half excitedly. Her hand manipulated her pussy inside her panties and I sat and watched, mesmerized. Her eyes were barely visible over her heaving chest, and she would occasionally squeeze and play with her right boob.

“Please let me see your cock, sir!” Katie said almost breathlessly. “Please, sir, I want to see it. I will be a good girl if you let me look at your throbbing cock.” With that, I froze. On the one hand, Kim would probably be pissed if I showed my dick to her little sister, barely 18. On the other hand, it’s just a look.

Soon, my boxer briefs were down my thighs, my thick cock throbbing with each heartbeat. Katie sat up on her knees and I instinctively pulled back. “I just want to see it,” she said, “honestly. I just want a good look at what you’re giving Kim every night.” 

“Be a good little girl,” I commanded, “and you can take a close look.” She practically jumped up onto her knees, her head bent forward. 

“I’ll be a good little girl for you,” she moaned, “just let me look.” She was within inches of my cock, her lips pursed in concentration. I noticed one of her hands between her legs, although between her D cups and her shirt I could not see anything. Her breath hit my balls, warm and moist. I felt it on my dick, and a little pre-cum oozed out.

“Ooooh!” she exclaimed, “that looks tasty.” Her head got closer, but when she looked up I shook my head no. “But I want a taste!” she said. I again shook my head no. “I need to taste something!” she almost moaned. 

I often compare sexual situations to a roller coaster. There is great anticipation on the way up, and at some point you hit a tipping point. Going over the top, there is no going back, and the ride will be exhilarating and bring you through twists and turns. 

Just then, Katie brought me to the point of no return. As if in slow motion, she slowly brought her right hand up from between her thighs. I could see her sticky juice like a spider’s web between her first two fingers. She first rubbed her juices into her puffy lips, her tongue snaking out and taking a taste. “Mmmmm,” went the low, guttural moan from her throat. Her tongue then shot out and licked her first finger, and I could see her juices coat her tongue. 

“Oh fuck!” I said out loud, unable to help myself as my girlfriend’s little slutty sister tasted her own pussy juice. Katie took that as a sign, and she smeared the pussy juice on her second finger on my balls. Before I could even protest, her tongue was licking it up. She snaked her tongue up my shaft and back down, again taking in my balls before moving back around my cock. As she reached the tip, her tongue scooped up my pre-cum and she savored it in her mouth. Never using her lips, just her tongue, she proceeded to lick my cock up and down.

My eyes were closed, my head tilted back, and I enjoyed the sensation of Katie’s eager tongue. I heard another moan, but it wasn’t coming from Katie. Alarmed, I looked up to see Kim, only wearing a blue thong, standing not ten feet away. She was staring at her little 18 year old sister lick her boyfriend’s cock. For a moment, I braced for the worst.

Kim wasn’t even looking at me, though, she was transfixed on Katie. Her eyes wandered from Katie’s head to her ass, sticking up off the couch, her pink and white panties taught on her firm ass. Just as Kim started to move slowly around the couch, Katie took my cock in her mouth, her lips touching me for the first time. 

Kim was staring at Katie’s ass. She sunk to her knees, her face level with Katie’s surely dripping pussy, covered in only flimsy material. From what I had seen earlier, I knew Kim could see Katie’s labia through the material as it hugged her folds. I watched as Kim, almost in a trance, leaned in and inhaled Katie’s scent. She shuddered, her hands going to her B cups and tugging on them roughly. She looked at me for just a moment, her eyes almost begging for permission.

“Go for it,” I say softly, “go for it you dirty slut.” I was talking to Kim, but Katie moaned as if I was calling her a slut. What a filthy family. If only Katie knew what was to come. Kim pressed her face forward, and her mouth gave Katie’s pussy a delicate kiss through the cotton fabric. Soon, Kim was making out with her sister’s slit, her tongue pushing against the fabric and her lips teasing the exposed outer edges of her lips.

“Mmmm, yeah,” I heard Katie mumble with my dick in her mouth. Kim reached up, and in the slowest undressing I’ve ever seen, she pulled those pretty little panties off her sister’s ass and down her legs. Kim pulled the panties up to her face, taking in the scent, and then tossed them at my head. I caught them, pulling the soaked garment to my mouth and getting just a little taste. Divine. Almost like her sister, but maybe a bit thicker and sweeter. 

I saw Kim reach out to spread her sister open before sticking her face in. Katie increased her pace, moaning as she got eaten out, the moans reverberating on my cock. I heard Kim’s slurping sounds, as if she was trying to suck her sister dry all at once. I looked down as Kim pulled her face back, her bee stung lips swollen with pleasure and covered in her sister’s juices. That did it. 

“Suck his cock you little fucking whore! Get that cum and share it with your slut sister!” Kim has such a dirty mouth. My balls swelled up, my body stiffened, and I started to cum in a huge wave. I stared at Kim, her mouth covered by her sister’s juices. I smelled Katie’s panties. Mostly, I felt that hot, young mouth as I shot rope after rope of hot cum in Katie’s mouth. She could not hold it all, and as she stood up it dripped on her tits.

Kim was over in a heartbeat, her mouth licking her sisters firm D cups titties and lapping up my cum. They shared a dirty, cum filled kiss, tits pressed together as they grabbed and groped each other like sluts on a rampage. As I began to recover, I watched to two sisters suck on each other’s tits in a 69. They started sliding down each other’s bodies, Katie’s big tits on top scraping down Kim’s stomach as she kissed towards that sweet little pussy that I love to eat.

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Girls Night Out

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes…” Kim answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” Michele and I answered in unison.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Too Pretty To Be a Lesbian

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, so you’re a virgin.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She narrowed her pretty eyes. “How romantic.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wine?” Angie asked with her eyebrows raised.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want you so bad, Amy,” she agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s time,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was all so very passionate and so very sweet.

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

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

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Unprepared

I was twenty-two years old and it was the birthday of one of my best friends. She was a bit of a party girl, so she wanted to celebrate by going out to a club with her girls. I was never a huge fan of night clubs, but I knew that it was always and easy way to find a guy to hook up with if I was ever in the mood, and I was definitely in the mood on this night.

I had opted to wear a pair of jeans instead of a skirt, and I topped off my simple, casual ensemble with a tight tank top with spaghetti straps. Even though I have always had firm breasts, the advantage of having a small bust line, I chose to wear a bra so that my nipples wouldn’t be too terribly prominent. We arrived at the club just as it was starting to get busy, heading straight for the bar to get a couple of drinks before hitting the dance floor. There were six of us in total, and we all finished our drinks and stepped out onto the floor as a group.

Needless to say, six hot young women dancing in a group was enough to get a lot of people’s attention. Some guys tried to worm their way into our group to dance with us, but they were quickly shot down. We had been on the floor for nearly an hour before I spotted the guy that I knew I wanted.

Being a petite woman, I’ve always had a thing for guys that are taller than me and, even better, athletically built. This guy met that criteria and then some. As soon as our eyes met on the dance floor I felt my pussy get wet and I knew I had to have him. He made his way over to me and we danced a bit, rubbing our bodies up against each other. After a couple of songs he offered to buy me a drink so we moved off the floor and found a place to talk. After several minutes of trying to talk above the music, Brian (as I had found out his name was) suggested that we go somewhere a little quieter where we could talk.

“Do you have somewhere in mind?” I asked.

“How about my place?” he suggested. I smiled and agreed, then left him for a minute to tell my friends that I was leaving. I followed him outside and to his car, where we were able to keep talking on our way to his place. When we finally arrived at his apartment we sat down in the living room just inches away from each other on the couch. I leaned in and kissed him, feeling the dampness between my legs spread as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. I ran my hands over his chest and then he stopped to take off his shirt. He stood up and then led me by the hand into his bedroom. We were lying next to each other on the bed as we continued our kissing. I undid his pants and then pushed them down just before he pulled my shirt off over my head. As he reached down to remove his socks I reached out and rubbed his cock through his underwear. I paused and took off my bra, followed by my jeans and socks. Brian pulled off his underwear next, leaving him naked and freeing his cock, which I estimated to be close to seven inches. As I started to stroke it, he leaned forward and began kissing and fondling my breasts. He pulled my thong down and off, leaving me naked as well, kissing my abdomen. I pushed his head down lower until he was between my legs, then I parted my thighs to give him access as he leaned in to lick my pussy.

“I haven’t been with a girl in months,” he said nonchalantly between licks and sucks. Even if he hadn’t been with another woman in a while, he certainly wasn’t rusty when it came to eating pussy.

“Then you’re due for a one-night stand,” I said, intentionally pointing out that this would be a one-time only occurrence. “Holy shit baby!” I cried a couple of minutes later. “You’re making me cum!” Ever since the first time I masturbated as a teenager I’ve been able to orgasm quite easily. “You’re getting me so wet! Eat my pussy baby!”

“I love your pussy!” he said.

“You’re licking it so good!” I replied.

“You’re such a sexy little thing!” he said. “Cum for me again, baby!” Within another minute or two I was cumming again, crying out loud. He pulled his face away from me and then moved up so that his cock was near my pussy. He reached down so that he could guide it into me, but I stopped him.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked.

“No,” he said. “Is that okay?”

“You can’t fuck me without a condom,” I said, a rule I have only broken with two guys in my entire life.

“I’m clean, I swear.”

“I don’t care,” I said, putting my hand on his stomach to keep him from trying to put his cock inside me.

“Can I at least fuck you for a minute? I won’t cum inside you, I swear.”

“Sorry,” I said. “You’ll just have to settle for a blowjob.” I pushed him onto his back and then took his cock into my mouth.

“Your mouth is so amazing!” he said to me. “This is so fucking sexy!” I started taking him deeper and he responded by putting his hand on the back of my head and forcing me farther down. He seemed both surprised and turned on by my ability to take his entire cock without gagging and he began to fuck my mouth harder.

“You like that, don’t you?” I asked as he let me up for air. “Keep fucking my face baby!”

“Oh god yes!” he moaned. “You look so good with my dick in your mouth!” He fucked my throat for another minute or two and then pulled out, rubbing his cock against my face.

“Are you going to cum soon?” I asked. “I want to swallow your hot load.”

“Fuck yes,” he said. “That feels fucking amazing! I’ve got so much cum to give you!” He stuffed his cock back in my mouth and the next thing I knew he was pulling me on top of him in a sixty-nine position. “I want to eat your pussy some more,” he said. I lowered my hips down onto his face and he began licking me as I took back control of the blowjob I had been giving him.

“I want your cum so fucking bad,” I said to him. “I love this hard cock!” I bobbed my head up and down, taking his cock all the way into the back of my throat as I rubbed his balls. A couple of minutes later he was shooting his load right into my mouth as I backed off enough to taste it. Feeling his cum fill my mouth was enough to set me off and I came again, crying out loud around his cock.

Five minutes later we were both dressed and he was driving me back to my place. I said goodbye to him, knowing that I would likely never see him again…

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Eighteen and Ready To Get Fucked

When I was eighteen years old I was still living at home, saving up a bit of money before I moved out of town to go to university. I had taken the year off after graduating high school, working as a hostess in a restaurant a few nights a week. My job gave me plenty of free time during the day, something that I valued greatly as spring led into summer. I spent many afternoons at the beach or even just hanging out in my parents’ backyard working on my tan.

Although I’ve fluctuated a few pounds here and there over the years, my body is very much the same now as it was then, over twelve years earlier. I was very petite, standing about five-foot-two and weighing not much more than a hundred pounds. I’ve never had to work very hard to keep my figure; in fact, the times in my life when I didn’t exercise at all actually added weight to my hips and my breasts in a way that most of the guys I’ve been with actually seemed to prefer.

At eighteen, I had been seeing the same guy for over two years. He was, at that point, the first and only guy I had ever slept with. Unfortunately, however, we had started to grow apart and it was only a matter of time before one of us would have the guts to break up with the other.

In the meantime I was really lusting after Sean, the guy who had been living with us for the last few months. Sean’s dad was a close friend of my dad’s and he had just moved into the area for a new job. He was hoping to save up some money to buy a place of his own, so my dad offered to let him stay with us for a little while. He was in his mid-twenties, tall and fit with short, brown hair. As cute as he was, he was also quite shy, or at least that’s what I thought. I’m pretty sure I had seen him checking me out on more than one occasion, but I had never detected anything resembling any real interest on his part. Although I was a little more outgoing, I had never done anything more than smile at him and make sure I looked nice any time he was around.

It was late on a weekday morning when I had decided to lie down in the backyard and get some sun. My parents were both at work and my brother was at school, and Sean was probably working as well. I changed into my little yellow string bikini and grabbed a towel before heading outside. I had been blessed with tolerant skin, so I rarely wore sunscreen when I was out in the sun. I spread the towel out on the lawn and sprawled out on my back, soaking in the rays. After about twenty minutes I flipped onto my stomach, undoing the ties on my bikini top so that I wouldn’t wind up with any tan lines on my back. I had just untied myself when I heard the phone ringing inside the house. I ignored it, knowing that by the time I had tied up my top and gotten inside I would have missed the call anyway. It was only a few seconds later that I heard Sean’s voice calling to me from the house.

“Hey Christine, the phone’s for you,” he said.

Because I thought I had the house to myself, his voice startled me. I jumped a bit and turned my head to face the house. This wound up exposing my right breast for a brief moment before I remembered that I was topless.

“Shit!” I said. “You scared me!”

“Sorry about that,” he said. I could see his eyes on my breast during that quick exposure and it turned me on. “Should I say you’re not available?”

“No, it’s okay,” I said. “I’ll be right there.” He stepped back inside as I tied up my top and then got up. I went inside and picked the phone up off the counter, hearing one of my friend’s voices on the line. As I stood there in my bikini, Sean busied himself in the kitchen, making himself a sandwich. A couple of times I looked over at him and caught him staring at my body. I glanced down at his crotch and noticed the substantial bulge in his pants. I had always wondered about what he was packing in there. Many times I thought about sneaking into the bathroom while he was showering so I could see his entire body, especially his cock. Each time I would chicken out and wind up playing with myself in my room, imagining him fucking me.

Seeing his obvious erection gave me the encouragement I needed to take things a bit further. I kept talking on the phone as I brushed past him, my ass rubbing against his crotch as I went to the fridge for a glass of juice. On my way back from the fridge I repeated the same action, lingering for just a bit longer that time. I could feel the swollen package in his pants and all I wanted was to feel it inside me. I leaned forward against the counter and arched my back, sticking my ass out towards him, knowing that he would be watching. Sure enough, when I turned my head to look at him, he was staring right at my ass. He hadn’t seen me catch him, so I stood back up and turned around. He looked up into my eyes and I gave him a look that told him he had been caught, then I looked down to his crotch once again, this time making sure he saw me do it. I licked my lips and then finished up my phone conversation, walking towards him. As I was saying goodbye to my friend, I reached out with one hand and began rubbing the bulge in his pants. I hung up the phone and then stared at him in silence. I stopped rubbing his cock and then pulled his shirt up over his head, tossing it to the floor. He grabbed onto my ass and pulled me tight against him, grinding our bodies together.

“You feel really big,” I told him. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” He smiled and then undid his pants, pulling them down and kicking them off.

“Your body is incredible,” he said to me. “I want to touch every last inch of it.”

“I really shouldn’t do this when I have a boyfriend,” I said to him. He ignored my comment, so I proceeded to take off my bikini top, revealing my small breasts. “This just feels so right,” I said. He led me over to the family room, adjacent to the kitchen, and then pulled his underwear off, giving me my first glimpse at his cock. The only cock I had ever seen at that point in my life was my boyfriend’s, which was average in every way. Sean’s cock was much bigger, still one of the largest I’ve seen outside of porn, and it was uncircumcised. He also shaved his balls, something that I obviously hadn’t seen anyone else do at that point in my life. I took off my bikini bottoms, exposing my trimmed pussy, and all of a sudden we were both naked.

“I want to suck it,” I said to him. I had always enjoyed sucking my boyfriend’s cock, and having seen Sean’s made my mouth water just thinking about it. He sat down on the couch and I knelt in front of him, holding his cock in my hand. I was overcome by the desire to fit his entire cock into my mouth, so I leaned forward, opened my mouth and took him in. I struggled to fit it into my mouth, finally bottoming out with at least a couple of more inches to go. Since I knew from my experience with my boyfriend that I could fit about six inches down my throat, I figured that Sean’s cock was at least eight inches, if not nine. He held my hair out of the way as I bobbed my head up and down, taking him as deep as I could.

“My jaw is getting sore,” I said a few minutes later, pausing to stroke his shaft and play with his balls. I sucked him for a little while longer and then he pulled me up off the floor. I got on my back on the couch as he hovered over me, his cock just inches from my pussy. “Do you think we should use a condom?” I asked.

“No,” he said. “It’ll feel better this way.” I had been on the pill for a couple of years, so I knew I was unlikely to get pregnant, but I still probably should have stopped him. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down the length of my slit, making me squirm. I tried pulling him into me, but it didn’t work at all. He kept teasing me, making my pussy even wetter.

“Stop teasing me and put it in!” I said to him. He smiled and continued to tease me for a while before pushing in gently. I had no idea how much I would love a big cock until I had one stretching me out. It hurt, but that pain was no match for the intense pleasure that accompanied it. He looked straight down into my eyes as he pulled out and then pushed it back in, starting nice and slow so that I had time to adjust.

“Is it too big for you?” he asked. I bit my lips and responded by shaking my head from side to side. As my pussy started to relax he began thrusting a bit harder, making me moan. It didn’t take long for my first orgasm to hit, my entire body convulsing underneath him. I was even wetter after I had cum, so he was now able to fuck me relatively hard and fast.

“I love your sexy body,” he said to me. “You’re so fucking tight!” He sat back on his knees, continuing his rhythm of thrusting as he reached down and rubbed my clit. “You feel so good, Christine! I want to make you cum again!”

“I love your cock!” I said. “It feels so fucking good!”

“And I love this tight, wet little pussy!” he said.

Seconds later I was cumming again, gasping for air. Once my orgasm had subsided he pulled out and sat back on the couch, pulling me on top of him. I straddled his hips and then lowered my pussy onto his cock, grinding my hips down onto his.

“That feels so fucking good!” I said. “Your dick is so big!” He continued to rub my clit as I rode his cock. “God, you’re making me wet! My boyfriend never feels this good!”

“Maybe your boyfriend isn’t big enough,” he said to me. “Keep cumming for me, baby!”

I was getting close to cumming again when he pushed me off of him and had me turn around before pulling me back onto his cock again. I was facing away from him but leaning right back against him as I ground myself down into his hips, taking his cock as deep as it would go as he fondled my tits.

“You look so fucking good riding me like this!” he said.

“You’re so deep inside me!” I said. “I love your fucking cock!”

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked. “Are you going to cum for me again?” I reached down and started to rub my clit.

“God yes!” I said. “Your dick is so big!” A couple of minutes later, just as I was nearing another orgasm, he pushed me off of him and then had me turn around and kneel in front of him. My boyfriend had tried to get me to suck his cock after it had been inside me on a few occasions, but I hadn’t enjoyed it. For some reason, however, I was eager to do it for Sean. I leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth, tasting my own pussy on it. Again I sucked about six or seven inches of it as I played with his balls.

“Does that feel good?” I asked. He nodded in response. “I love your dick, Sean.” I sucked him off for a few more minutes before he pushed me away and stood up, helping me to my feet. He led me over to the fireplace and had me lean over the mantel, my ass sticking out behind me. I felt him put the head of his cock against my pussy and then push in, impaling me from behind. “Fuck that feels good!” I said as he started to fuck me. “Take my pussy baby!” Again I reached back and rubbed my clit, growing addicted to the added sensation. It only took a few more minutes before I came hard, my knees buckling underneath me. Thankfully Sean had his hands on my waist and was able to hold me up and continue to fuck me. He reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling back on it as he pounded me harder.

“Take my fucking pussy baby!” I repeated. “It’s all yours!”

“I’m going to cum in your fucking pussy!” he warned. I said nothing in response, but moments later I felt his cock expand as it began to shoot deep inside me. His orgasm triggered another one from me, making me scream out loud. Once we were both done cumming we stood still for a moment before Sean pulled his cock out of my cream-filled pussy. I collapsed on the couch, barely conscious of the fact that his cum was leaking out of my pussy and onto the leather. He stood and looked at me for a moment before gathering our clothes, handing me my bikini.

“I’ve wanted to get inside you for so long,” he said to me. “I didn’t think you’d be willing to cheat on your boyfriend.”

“I’ll be ending it soon,” I said. “You fucked me so much better than he does.”

“Good,” he said. “I’m definitely going to want more of that pussy.” I smiled and we both started to get dressed. “That was great, Christine. I can’t wait to get you alone again.”

We agreed that this definitely wouldn’t be the last time we got together, but we also knew we needed to be discreet. Something told me that my dad wouldn’t be very cool with me fucking his friend’s son under his roof…

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Wife Ass Fucks Her Girl Friend

I was on my stomach. My tongue nestled in Georgie’s ass crack as she also lay on her stomach on the bed in front of me. She was sucking Chas’s cock – her husband. Behind her, I was slowly moistening her anus, in preparation for what I was about to give her. Around my waist was my new blue jelly dong, complete with the strap on attachment that would allow me to fuck my best friend in the ass. Behind me, my ex-boss Al was wanking his fat cock knowing that the moment I started fucking my best friend in the ass, he would shove his cock into my hungry cunt, completing a horny chain that was being filmed by Steve, my husband.

For those of you who are reading this and haven’t read any of my other stories, I guess I should explain!

My name is Dee, and I am a married woman who likes to ‘play’. I am 42, still in good shape, with long legs, nice boobies and blonde hair. Most guys say my ass is me best feature, but I think it is my eyes! I love to stare deeply into a man’s eyes as I suck his cock, letting him know that I want him to cum in my mouth. Oh shit, I am digressing again.

Georgie is my best friend, and occasional lover. She is a buxom brunette, with an incredible talented mouth, able to quickly pleasure men or women.

Chas is Georgie’s husband, and he is also a real deviate, responsible for my initial venture into the world of extra-marital sexual adventures. He is a little short, somewhat tubby, but loves to eat pussy and has made me cum purely with his tongue many, many times.

Al is my ex-boss. I started working for Al many years ago as a real estate agent. He is now 63, but still a randy old bugger, and when we get together, we always end up doing something naughty!

Lastly, Steve is my husband. He and I have been married for years, having met in high school. We have a great relationship, and enjoy turning each other on with the help of additional sex partners. Unlike me, he is purely heterosexual, and likes best to watch me play up, take some photos, shoot some video for posterity’s sake, then fuck the shit out of me too!

So back to the story!

We were having dinner one night at our place, Georgie, Chas, Steve and I, when Al dropped by to ask if Steve and I would look after his dog while he was away. Seeing we were in for a night of naughty fun, he joined us for a few drinks before suggesting he take all four of us out to the local adult toy shop for some fun as a thank you for looking after the dog.

Finishing our meal, we were all pretty tipsy, apart from Al, who drove us all in his SUV.

I was wearing a short mini with some strappy sandals and a small thong panty, with a tank top and no bra. It was 34 degrees in the middle of summer, and the heat was causing small drips of perspiration to form and dribble down between my tits.

Georgie was wearing skin tight workout pants, and a lovely t-shirt with her flats. Chas and Steve were both dressed casually in shorts and shirts, while Al was wearing long trousers and a button up shirt.

Arriving at World 4 Adults, we all jumped out of the car and headed inside. Al had bought me toys in the past when I worked for him, and I knew I was in for a treat.

Inside the shop we all knew very well, there were a few men scanning the shelves of dvd’s and magazines. Towards the rear of the store, there were three other sections; the toys, the clothes & lingerie, and the small number of cubicles you guys all call ‘gloryhole booths’.

Pinching my bum as we walked through the door, Al said, “So blondie, what sort of toy you after tonight?”

“Nothing special” I lied.

“Well, I’ll make you a deal babe” he said.

“Let me watch you use it tonight and I’ll buy you any toy you want in the shop. Sound good?”

“I’m in” said my husband, Steve.

“OOOH, so you’d be happy to let Al watch me with any toy I choose provided he pays for it?” I asked, pretending to be shocked!

“Absolutely. You know me babe!” he smiled back at me.

Hearing this, I grabbed Georgie by the hand and we headed for the clothes and lingerie section first. I always love to check out the latest fuckwear, and Georgie and I have posed together many times in kinky stuff for Chas and Steve before fucking them, and each other, senseless!

Anyway, we spent a few minutes checking out the sexy things, while the men scanned the shelves of dvd’s and made comments about the various movies. Some of the other customers I noticed were slowly moving closer to Georgie and myself, checking us out. Knowing this, I started to tease a little.

“Georgie, what do you think of this?” I asked, reaching for a vibrator that had the attached clit tickler.

“MMMmmm, I already have one of those” she said, “And believe me, it is fabulous!”

“OOoh, so it works then? You mean it makes you cum really well?” I asked, in an exaggerated, slightly louder than normal voice.

“OH god yes, makes my pussy thrash in seconds flat, plus, I can then fuck myself for ages to a second orgasm too. No need for men at all really!” she giggled, winking at me as we both realised a man in his fifties was sneaking closer.

“Well then, I have GOT to get one.”

I reached forward so my mini skirt raised above my butt cheeks, I selected a pink one of the vibrators, before taking Georgie by the hand and moving down the aisle to the dongs, knowing that the guy watching us closely now had received a good flash of my butt cheeks and hopefully the small string thong buried between my butt cheeks.

As we reached the dongs, we noticed the men had gone into the movie booth section at the rear of the store.

“Maybe they’re going to suck each other through the glory holes” said Georgie.

I giggled, remembering the three occasions when her and I had done just that!

Suddenly, a large blue jelly dong strap on caught my eye. It stuck out from the rest because the crutch brace was made from a really lovely teal leather, rather than the standard black. The dong was one of the really lovely, flexible jelly types, and was about nine inches long. It’s head was actually reasonably small, but the shaft thickened along it’s length, until it’s full width was fixed to the base of the cradle.

“Wow” I said as I tool the packet from the shelf, my fingers tracing the outline of the wonderful feeling fake cock.

“Oh lord” said Georgie, “I haven’t seen one like THAT before!”

I passed the pink vibrator to Georgie, and with my newest toy in my hand, lead her to the movie booths where we found the boys all crammed into one small booth watching a white woman being banged by three really, really big black guys.

“Typical” I said, “Three white guys wishing they were black!”

Al lunged at me and pinched my bum, catching my cheek, making me yelp.

“Bastard”.

“And don’t you forget it, Al!” I smirked back, wiggling my bum as I lead Georgie back towards the store.

“Come on you guys. Georgie and I want to get home so we can road test our new toys!”

“Hang on Dee” said Al, as he passed the lingerie section and selected two matching teddies for us.

“OOoh Al, you must really be in the mood to watch us honey.”

“Listen sweetcheeks, any time I get the chance to watch you and make me hard, I’m gonna be in the mood.”

Fast forward a short while and we were back home and I made sure everyone had a drink. Then, Georgie and I headed to the bedroom to try on our new teddies that Al had bought us.

“Wow, Dee, Al is such a sweety – was he always so easy to excite when you worked together?”

“God, yes!” I smiled, “He was like putty in my hand, and loved me teasing him!”.

My mind wandered back to some of the times I had fooled around with Al whilst working with him at the estate agency. We’d shared many good times, he’d made me rich, and I’d enjoyed teasing and fucking him for a number of years now. It’s funny, I really enjoyed our sex together, despite the fact Al is now 60, slightly fat and has a balding head. His tongue and dick defy his years and the fun he has shared with me make him one of my truly best friends and a great lover on occasions.

“Stop fucking about and get on with the show will ya, Blondie?” Al suddenly chirped, interrupting my reminiscing just as my pussy began to tingle, recalling the last time he and Steve had double fucked me in my office.

On the stereo Steve had put some Chris Isaak, which always gets me going. The sound if his voice just makes me want to do many bad, bad things!

As his smooth voice echoed in the background, Steve served some drinks, whilst Georgie and I walked hand in hand out into the lounge room wearing our matching teddies that Al had bought us. They looked great, and I had added some stiletto heels for both of us to finish the outfit off. As the music played, we sipped the champagne Steve had given us, before I took Georgie and lead her up onto our large wooden coffee table in the middle of the room. If that table could talk, it could tell many wicked tales of wanton displays, let me tell you!

Anyway, as the music played, the three men settled in on my leather couches to watch the show we were performing in front of them as we danced. My arms were around Georgie’s neck, and hers were gripping my hips as we swayed. Wanting to give the boys a better show, I moved us so we were facing them side on, and they had a clear view of anything we did as we danced. I looked Georgie in the eye, winked at her, then slowly, ever so slowly, raised my mouth to hers. My tongue snaked its way out of my own mouth, and made contact with her lips. My eyes were closed, and I thrilled in the warm sensuality of the first contact my tongue made with her lower lip. As it did so, she opened her mouth, before also snaking her sexy, wet tongue out, meeting my own in a delightfully erotic moment as the two female tongues entwined and licked at each other as we danced.

Horny, I suddenly gripped her hard and we pashed, our faces, boobs and tongues now locked in a full, open mouth kiss in front of the men. Out of view, my tongue searched for Georgie’s as we kissed and began to make love as we danced. Georgie’s hand lifted to find my breast, and her right leg forced it’s way between mine so that our pelvises were now also grinding against one another.

“Yeah girls, now you’re making me hard you sexy wenches!” said Al.

I glanced sideways and noticed Steve, Al and Chas were all watching intently as we tongue kissed standing on the coffee table in front of them. I loved knowing I was making three dicks hard, and the thought of what was to come spurred me on in my love making with my best friend Georgie.

After several minutes of tongue twisted kissing, I lowered my head to her breasts, confined in the tight, stretchy material of the teddy. I bit down on the strap on her right shoulder, and released her boob from its confines. Then, in an effort to further excite the three cocks sitting nearby, I lapped at her nipple with my tongue, like a puppy licking from a bowl. Georgie moaned and threw her head back, her nipple rapidly stiffening as I tongued it time and time again. I thrived on the effect my tongue was having, and delighted when I felt her hand drop to my pussy and find my clit inside the material of my own teddy.

I parted my legs slightly, allowing her better access to my clit. It also meant I was able to push against her fingers with my hips, grinding my love button against her flickering fingers, increasing my arousal rapidly. Georgie’s fingers made short work of honing in on my pleasure point and before long we were both writhing to the music, dancing and making each other horny as hell.

As my pleasure increased I glanced once more at the men and realised they were each releasing their cocks from their trousers. I recognised them all. Steve, my husband, eight inches and very thick, perfect for fucking, but hard to deep throat and rather awkward to comfortably take in the ass. Chas, my best friend’s husband, and my regular, but secret, lover. His was about seven inches long, narrow in the shaft with a mushroom type head, perfect for anal sex. Many times I had used these two tools to double fuck myself to mind blowing orgasms. Then there was Al. He was the surprise package of them all. My chubby former boss and business partner, now retired and punchy in the belly, possessed a wonderful love making weapon. It was all of nine inches long, and quite thick too, and managed to touch me in places neither Steve or Chas were capable of.

A sudden squeeze of my clit snapped my mind back to the woman in my arms.

“Hey you rude bitch. How about concentrating on the task at hand?” Georgie laughed as I kissed her back and apologised for letting the sight of three men pulling their cocks out distract me from my lesbian lovemaking!

We continued to kiss and make love as the men began commenting and encouraging us to go further.

I smiled back at my girlfriend, and lowered her to the floor, where we locked in a furious 69 in front of the men. I lapped at the clitoris I knew so well, as Georgie pushed her finger inside me as her tongue hit my clit and began to flicker back and forth across the trigger for my climax that was rapidly developing.

“Spread your legs blondie, I want to see that tongue on your hot cunt!” said Al, his firey and direct words making me wanton with lust as I face fucked my girlfriend in front of my husband and lovers.

Two minutes later, I felt a set of lips on my breast as I sucked my girlfriend’s pussy. It was Al. He’d joined us on the floor as our hubbies watched and wanked their cocks. The sudden mouthing of my nipple crashed me over the edge and Georgie and I both started to cum. On my tongue I felt the sudden shaking and quivering of her orgasm, just as my own made my boobs shake and my head thrash a little. It was a wonderful climax but I knew it was only the entrée to the main show I wanted to start right then.

I decided I was going to fuck my girlfriend Georgie in the ass with my new jelly strap on cock whilst she used her new vibrator to make her cum again. I rose from the carpet, and lead Georgie by the hand, with our toys, into our large main bedroom. Our bed sits on a timber platform, so it looks like a stage in the middle of the room. On each side there is a leather couch, and Al, Steve and Chas positioned themselves, naked and erect, in the chairs to watch the action.

We rolled around a little on the bed first, kissing and laughing, until I whispered into Georgie’s ear what I was planning. I knew Georgie had become somewhat of an anal fan since I had organised her anal gang bang about a year earlier. (See Georgie’s Anal story!) As the boys saw us getting prepared, the excitement was too much for them, and they approached us and the orgy began in full swing. Steve, my horny husband who is also a total voyeur, grabbed his favourite toy, his video camera, and began to fim his slutty wife and friends on his very own bed!

I was on my stomach. My tongue nestled in Georgie’s ass crack as she also lay on her stomach on the bed in front of me. She was sucking Chas’s cock – her husband. Behind her, I was slowly moistening her anus, in preparation for what I was about to give her. Around my waist was my new blue jelly dong, complete with the strap on attachment that would allow me to fuck my best friend in the ass. Behind me, my ex-boss Al was wanking his fat cock knowing that the moment I started fucking my best friend in the ass, he would shove his cock into my hungry cunt, completing a horny chain that was being filmed by Steve, my husband.

As Georgie sucked Chas’s cock, I moved up from my stomach onto my knees, and smiled at my husband Steve as he filmed. Behind me, Al was fingering my pussy, and slipped his thumb into my own ass as I positioned myself to fuck Georgie’s bum.

I smeared a generous amount of lubricant onto the head of the jelly strap on, and approached her now puckered anus. Momentarily she stopped sucking Chas’s cock, long enough to take a small amount of lube and smother it around her asshole, before guiding the head of ‘my’ cock into her tight ass. I felt amazing as Georgie moaned deeply and returned to suck her hubbies dick. I eased in a few inches, until her sphincter relaxed, allowing me to slide the remaining inches deep into her ass. I gripped her by the boobs in the classic doggy position, and began ass fucking my best friend in earnest. She was wild now, and her poor hubby nearly had his dick bitten off as I fucked her in the ass.

Behind me, Al inserted his cock into my pussy, and reached around to squeeze my boobies at the same time. Steve kept filming, and I stopped long enough to notice his fat cock was missive, bursting with blood and semen as he watched me, his wife, fuck the ass of a woman who was sucking his best friends’ cock, whilst his own wife was being fucked from behind and having her tits played with.

It made quite a movie as the action unfolded over the next fifteen minutes or so.

Finally, it was too much for Chas and he shouted to us all that he was cumming in Georgie’s mouth as I fucked her ass.

Georgie obviously was close too, because suddenly I felt her cumming, the pink vibrator on her clit doing the job as I ass fucked her. She swallowed Chas’s every drop and climaxed so hard that the dildo I was fucking her ass with popped out and she thrashed about, not wanting to let the dick slip from her mouth as she swallowed its semen surprise.

Behind me, dirty old Al jammed a finger into my own ass and came deep inside me, his hot goo spewing into me as I felt his finger invade my asshole.

Still holding the camera, my own husband Steve spewed his hot cum all over the carpet, his hand pumping furiously as the white liquid shot across the air and landed in puddles on the floor.

I was the only one who missed out!

Demanding as always, I lay on my bed, spreadeagled, and demanded they all lick and finger m to orgasm. It was an amazing cum, and the moment I began to climax, Steve jammed Georgie’s new vibrator into my sopping cunt and fucked me through the orgasm. I still shudder in excitement every time I watch the tape of the night I fucked my best friend in the ass with my new strap on. Georgie has invited me to an all girl party this weekend, so it is packed and ready in my travel bag