Category: analingus

Kiss My Ass

It had been a good night. Although I generally dislike being the third wheel, I usually enjoy going out with my roommate Kyle and his girlfriend Shannon. We always have fun, even if we do tend to drink a little too much and this night was no exception.

“I’m telling you, she wanted you!” Shannon said, giving me a playful punch on the shoulder. “You should have talked to her!

“Whatever,” I answered, fumbling with my keys.

“Hurry up and open the damn door!” Kyle slurred impatiently. “I think I’m going to be sick again!”

Shannon stuck her bottom lip out in mock sympathy and patted her drunken boyfriend on the head.

“Awww, poor baby,” she purred. “Did you drink a little too much?”

We all knew the answer to that question, as Kyle had already puked twice since we left the bar. In fact, it looked like number three was on its way.

As soon as I opened the door, Kyle pushed past me, holding his hand over his mouth and charging straight for the bathroom. Me and Shannon exchanged amused looks as my roommate could be heard puking his guts out in our bathroom.

“Seriously,” she began. “You really should have talked to that girl.”

I just shook my head. Shannon was always trying to hook me up with girls on our little outings, but for the most part I end up talking to her. It was like she was just one of the guys. I could talk to her about anything, which is more than I could say for most females.

“Maybe you should have put in a good word for me,” I said slumping down on the couch.

“Maybe you should get your balls re-attached!” she countered with a smile.

Just then we heard the toilet flush as Kyle stumbled out of the bathroom, wiping his mouth.

“You okay baby?” Shannon asked as her boyfriend turned and made his way to his bedroom.

“Well, goodnight,” I said standing up from my comfy seat.

Shannon turned and looked at me with a confused expression.

“What do you mean “Goodnight”? She asked. “You and I are going to have another drink!”

“Aren’t’t you tired?” I asked, running my hands through my hair.

“The night is still young,” she countered. “Unless you’re not up to it.”

“Oh, I’m up to it!”

“Good. Then get me a drink!”

Shannon dropped onto the couch as I went to the fridge. As I was searching for something with alcohol in it, I heard Kyle’s door shut. I knew he was out for the night.

“Hey, you have scrabble!” Shannon exclaimed, noticing the game sitting on top of the TV.

“Yeah. So.”

“Let’s play.”


“Yes! Why, are you scared?”

I laughed.

“If you beat me at scrabble,” I said. “I’ll kiss your ass!”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Shannon said, taking the game off the TV. “Now where’s my drink?”

“Is wine okay?” I asked. “It’s all we have.”

“Red or White?”


“Sure, let’s have it.”

A few minutes later Shannon and I were sitting on the living room floor around a Scrabble board, each with a glass of wine. She had always been kind of a flirt, although she was being especially flirty that night, with plenty of sexual innuendos. I had always been attracted to Shannon, although I had never even thought about making a move on her. After all, she was my best friend’s girlfriend. However, I couldn’t’t deny the fact that she turned me on. With her light brown hair and glowing green eyes, she could enchant any man. Her perfect facial features were complimented by a firm, athletic but petite body that I was beginning to fantasize about having pressed up against me. Her figure was exemplified by her choice of clothing that night. As if to torture me, and any other heterosexual male that laid eyes on her, she was wearing a pair of those tight black yoga pants that all the young women seem to have these days. The pants were sitting low enough on her hips to allow a few glimpses of T-bar and a bit of tanned midsection. The pants were complimented by a matching top that showcased her modest, but firm breasts.

About three glasses of wine later, Shannon was severely kicking my ass. I looked down at her as she lay on her side with her head in her hand, studying her game pieces, looking cuter every minute.

“There,” she said triumphantly, putting two tiles down on the board to form the word “rim”.

“Is that the best you got?” I asked with a sneer.

Shannon raised her brows as she looked up at me in surprise.

“What’s the score again buddy?” She asked with a sexy smile.

“Yeah, yeah,” I mumbled, studying my own pieces.

After a moment of contemplation, I added a “j”, “o” and a “b” onto her last word.

Shannon looked at the word I had just formed and then rolled over, her nubile young body, shaking with laughter.

“I don’t think that one’s in the dictionary,” she said, rolling back onto her stomach, causing her hair to fall in front of her face.

“Well, it should be!” I countered before gulping down the last of my wine.

Shannon brushed the hair out of her face and bit her lip as if she was thinking about something.

“What’s up?” I asked. Laying down on the floor next to her.

“Have you ever done it?”

“Done what?”

“Given a girl a…rimjob?”

Even though we often talked about sex, I was a little surprised at Shannon’s question.

“Uh, yeah actually. I have. Why?”

“Just curious. I’ve always wondered it would feel like.”

“I imagine it feels pretty good,” I said. “I haven’t had any complaints anyway.”

“I bet. I like when a guy plays with my ass, but I’ve never been able to ask anyone to lick it.”

I was starting to get very turned on, so I decided to change the subject. Shannon let the subject drop as well and we continued with our game.

A few minutes later Shannon placed her last tile and was victorious.

“Ha, ha,” she mocked. “And I thought you would be a challenge.”

I responded by tossing a handful of Scrabble tiles at her as I stood up headed for my room.

“Hey, wait a minute!” She shouted. “What about my prize?”

“Excuse me?” I asked, turning to face her.

Shannon turned around, and stuck her ass out, pointing to it with her finger.

“Pucker up buddy!”

I sighed, and dropped my head, pretending to be disapointed, although the prospect of kissing Shannon’s perfect ass was anything but a punishment in my mind.

I shuffled over to her as she stood with her hands on her hips and a superior look on her beautiful face.

“On your knees!” She commanded, trying to sound dominant.

I did as I was told, dropping to my knees before her. Shannon let out a giggle as she turned around presenting me with her delicious hind section. Slowly, I moved my mouth towards it, willing and able to offer a kiss.

“Wait,” she said suddenly.

I froze just inches away from Shannon’s ass, and looked upwards, more than a little confused.

She looked back over her shoulder smiling as she tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and slowly peeled them down her firm, tanned ass. I swallowed hard as my dick began to grow at the site before me. Her ass was flawless. Two tanned globes of succulent flesh seperated by a very thin strip of silky black fabric that was tucked firmly between her firm cheeks. I could barely tear my eyes away to look up at her her smiling face, which had a few strands of hair dangling in front of her sexy green eyes.

“Well? What are you waiting for?”

With that, I leaned in and pressed my lips against her smooth skin, letting them linger for just a few seconds before pulling away.

“How’s that?” I asked looking back up.

“Ummmmm,” Shannon said, placing her hands on her hips. “I think you can do better.”

I smiled to myself.

“Okay then,” I said, reaching up to grab her by the hips. “You asked for it.”

I leaned in and kissed her again, this time closer to the tiny strip of fabric of her g-string. I let my lips touch her skin longer, even daring to let my tongue contact her tasty skin.

“Better, but still not good enough,” she said, bending over a little farther, putting her hands on the arm of the couch for support.

Again I kissed Shannon’s ass, this time running my tongue up her crack along her g-string, tickling the sides of each of her perfect ass cheeks. I could hear her moaning softly.

“Here”, she said. “Let me help you.”

My eyes widened and my dick grew another inch as Shannon reached back and pulled her skimpy underwear out of her ass, exposing herself fully to my view. I was now just inches away from my best friend’s girlfriend’s asshole! I struggled to contain myself as my grip tightened on her small hips. She gently pried apart her taut cheeks and I moved in.

Shannon’s head flew back and a long, sexy moan escaped her lips as my wet tongue touched her tiny little hole.

“Oh my God!” She groaned as my tongue moved in small circles, tracing her tight muscular ring. “Yeah, Lick it! Lick it!”

I needed no prompting as I enclosed her hole with my lips, pressing my tongue hard against the most private area on her body. I started to lick up and down, swabbing her asshole with long wet strokes as she put her hand between her legs. I knew she was playing with her pussy and that only further encouraged me to continue my relentless oral assault on Shannon’s tight little ass.

She started to moan louder and suddenly I became worried about Kyle waking up.

“Shhh,” I said, trying to get her to be quiet.

Shannon just reached back and grabbed my hair, pulling me back into her heavenly ass.

“Don’t worry,” she said gasping, as I resumed eating her asshole. “He’s out for good.”

That was good enough for me and I increased the intensity of my licking. I even tried to shove my tongue inside her, which I could tell she was into.

I wiggled my tongue up her ass as she feverishly worked over her own clit with her nimble little fingers. I began to move my head back and forth, fucking her tight little butthole with my tongue.

“Ohfuckofuckohfuck!” Shannon gasped, as the tempo of her moving fingers increased to superhuman proportions.

Suddenly her asshole clenched around my tongue and her body convulsed violently. I smiled to myself, knowing that I had just helped give Shannon one hell of a climax.

“Oh… my… God!” She said between labored breaths. “That was amazing.”

“Glad you liked it,” I said standing up.

Shannon turned to face me, her pants still around her knees.

“I want to do it to you.”

My mouth dropped open.

“What?” I stammered.

“Let me return the favour,” she said staring at me with her penetrating green eyes.

“You don’t have to do that…”

“I want to.”

I had no idea what to do.

“Bend over,” she said in a cute little voice, biting her lip.

I turned and assumed the positition that Shannon had previously occupied, placing my hands on the arm of the couch. I swallowed hard as Shannon moved behind me. My arms were trembling with anticipation as she reached around and undid my pants. She then pulled them down my legs and I kicked them away. Shannon lowered herself downwards, her small delicate hands roaming all over my ass as she assumed a kneeling position behind me. I swallowed hard as she curled her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down over my hips. Soon I could feel her hot breath on my bare skin as she planted a soft kiss on my lower back. She followed that one up with another kiss as she moved down to the top of my ass crack, pulling my boxers down farther. I could feel her hot little tongue darting in between my cheeks as Shannon yanked my underwear completely off.

Needless to say I felt more than a little exposed standing in my well lit living room naked with my ass in the face of my roommate’s girl. At that moment I was glad I had consumed as much wine as I had, for it had decreased my inhibitions considerably.

Shannon placed her hands on my ass and gently spread my cheeks apart. A second later I felt her tongue sliding down my ass working its way toward its final destination. At first she licked at my asshole tentatively, with short flickering movements, but soon began giving me long, lewd licks from the base of my balls all the way up to my tailbone. I looked back between my legs to see her hand back at work between her legs, so I helped out by reaching back and spreading my ass cheeks. Shannon started moaning into my ass as she licked with renewed lust. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, wishing that I could see this beautiful girl tonguing my asshole.

“Put your leg up,” Shannon suggested, giving me a playful slap on the ass.

I did as I was told, putting my foot up on the arm of the couch, exposing myself even more. As I reached down to slowly stroke my dick I couldn’t help by be amazed by the degree of Shannon’s nastieness.

“That’s more like it,” she purred, planting a soft kiss right on my asshole. I groaned in pleasure, which only encouraged her.

Shannon’s tongue massaged my hole as she brought her hand up to massage my balls. It felt so good, I had to stop touching my dick. I was sure I didn’t want to end out little session early.

By the way she was moaning, one would think that it was her getting the rimjob, but Shannon was genuinely enjoying herself.

“Let’s try something different,” she said pulling her tongue from my asshole.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, eager to get her tongue back on my ass.

I then watched as Shannon layed down on the floor, sweeping the Scrabble tiles out of the way.

“Sit on my face.”

I was ready for anything so of course I complied, walking over and standing over Shannon’s prone body. I looked down to see her smiling up at me.

“Come on,” she prompted. “Give it to me.”

I began to bend my knees, lowering myself down to Shannon’s waiting mouth. I actually placed my asshole right onto her lips as her tongue once again darted out and licked at my rim. It was too much to handle, and I grabbed ahold of my cock and began to stroke it as her tongue poked its way into my ass. I reached down and grabbed Shannon’s hair as I started to gently bounce up and down. She stiffened her tongue as best she could so that with each rise and fall of my hips, her tongue would slide a little farther into my ass. I was in heaven!

I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, as I stroked my cock and bounced up and down on Shannon’s tongue.

“I’m going to cum soon!” I stammered.

“Quick, bend over!” Shannon ordered, pushing me forward into a 69 position. “Cum in my hands.”

She was holding her hands in a cup-like position and licking my ass as I continued to jerk my cock . My knees were on either side of her head and her arms were reaching around my legs. Soon I shuddered and unloaded a massive deluge of hot cum into Shannon’s waiting hands. Gasping for a breath I let go of my dick and let my head drop.

I was just about to get off Shannon’s body, when she brought her cum filled hands back and began to smear my jism all over my freshly licked asshole. And then just when I thought she couldn’t get any nastier, Shannon started to lick the cum from my ass. It was as if she was eating her last meal, the way she was licking and sucking up the cum from my asshole. It was dripping down onto her face and she was doing her best to catch as much as she could in her hungry mouth.

A few minutes later, I rolled off Shannon’s body to lay exhuasted and spent on the livingroom floor. Shannon rolled over on her side, propping her head up with her arm, flashing me a sexy smile, her lips still glistening with my cum.

“You have pretty good tasting cum.” She said, matter-of-factly.

“Uh, thanks,” I responded, suddenly feeling a little self conscious. After all, I was laying there naked in my livingroom with my roommate’s girlfriend.

I was just about to get up when Shannon leaned in and kissed me. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and I could taste my own cum on her lips as we made out. After a few seconds she pulled away, smiling.

“Did you like it?” She asked.

“Like what?”

“Did you like me licking your asshole?”

I was amazed at the boldness of her question.

“Umm, yeah. It was great,” I stammered.

“Would you like to do more?”

I cocked my head in her direction.

“What did you have in mind?

“Well, you’ve already had your tongue in my ass,” She said with a smile. ” Why don’t you try putting something else in there?”

What a night! I couldn’t believe it! I had already had my roommate’s girlfriend eat out my ass, and now she was actually asking me to fuck hers!

I smiled back, but then looked down at my limp dick.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Shannon said, crawling across the floor like a cat. “I think I can fix it.”

I was transfixed on those dark, sultry eyes peering out at me through her hair as she methodically moved her beautiful body to bring herself to me. Flashing me that mischievious smile I had grown to love, Shannon lowered her head to give my cock a small flick with her tongue. I was breathless with anticipation as she sat up and peeled off her tight little shirt to expose the rest of her even tighter body. She then placed her hands on my chest and pushed me onto my back.

Taking my dick her her tiny hand, she lifted it and placed her mouth on my balls, letting her hot breath wash over my sensitive skin. She gingerly sucked them as her tongue swirled around and around. My dick was already starting to regain its former state, with Shannon looking into my eyes as her tongue licked at my balls. As good as it felt to have my balls licked, I wanted something else. I spread my legs.

“I want you to lick my ass again,” I muttered.

“What?” She asked, looking up at me.

“I want you to lick my ass.”

“Make me do it.”


“Make me! Force me to lick your asshole!”

I reached down, grabbing a handful of Shannon’s hair, jerking her head back as a huge grin appeared on her face.

“Yesss,” she hissed.

With that, I put my knees up to my chest and pulled my her face into my ass. I looked down and stared into her sexy eyes, just peeking over my balls and fully erect dick, as her nimble little tongue flicked against my asshole. I tightened my grip on Shannon’s hair and pulled her harder against me. Her eyes closed in pleasure and a she let out a long lustful moan as she forcfully injected her tongue into my ass. Overcome by the indescribable feeling of having a beautiful girl licking my hole, I let go of her hair and grabbed the underside of both knees, pulling my legs back farther.

“Mmmm, I love licking your ass!” Shannon purred. “It makes me feel so dirty! I love feeing dirty!”

“You are dirty baby!” I moaned as she resumed probing me with her little pink tongue.

I noticed then that one of her hands was burried between her legs, her fingers up to the knuckle in her wet cunt. Eating my ass was really turning her on!

By this time my dick was rock hard again, so Shannon pulled her heavenly mouth away from my ass, licking her way up my balls and over my shaft. Her tongue flickered around the head of my swollen cock before she parted her sweet lips and swallowed me down to the root. I watched in amazement as her lips slid down my thick shaft, taking me all the way into the back of her throat. She withdrew her mouth from my shaft, leaving my cock glistening with her saliva, as she wrapped one of her tiny hands around it. Her other hand then emerged, glistening with her own pussy juices. Shannon held it out for me to view.

“Look,” she said. “See how turned on I get by eating your asshole?”

I nodded and smiled before she pressed one of her cum soaked fingers against my ass. She took my cock into her warm, wet mouth again as she stroked it with her hand, meanwhile sliding her wet finger into my asshole.

“Oh my God!” I moaned, as she pushed it in up to the knuckle.

Again she looked up into my eyes with her mouth around my dick, her tiny finger sliding in and out of my ass. It was a weird feeling to have something in my ass, but still very pleasurable when combined with her warm, wet mouth on my cock.

“You better be careful,” I gasped. “You’re going to make me come if you keep this up.”

Shannon pulled my dick from her mouth with a wet “pop”, smiling devilishly.

“Now we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

She then withdrew her finger from my ass and sat back.

“How do you want to do it?” She asked.

“Whatever you like,” I responded. “It’s up to you.”

Shannon leaned in, propping herself up on her hands in front of her.

“I want you to fuck me like a dirty little dog,” she hissed with a sexy smile.

With that, my new found fuck friend spun and presented her tight little ass to me. She rested her elbows on the ground tilting her hips upwards giving me a glorious view of her little pink asshole. She then slipped a finger into her pussy, wetting it again with her sweet juices. Biting her bottom lip, she looked back over her shoulder and slipped the finger into her own ass. I was drooling at the delicious site of her finger being hugged by that tight asshole, and by the prospect that my cock would soon be taking its place.

“Fuck me now Damon.” She ordered, pulling her finger out of her hole. “Fuck my ass now.”

I inched forward on my knees and pressed my cock head against her tight rosebud. Shannon placed her face on the carpet and reached back, pulling her ass cheeks apart with both hands. I pushed forward gently, but failed to get my dick inside her.

“Don’t be so gentle,” she said. “Shove it in! Shove your cock in my fucking asshole!”

I pushed forward again, this time more forcefully, with success. Her tight puckered opening gave way and the head my my dick slipped inside.

“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Deeper! I want your dick all the way up my ass!”

I grasped her hips and slowly pushed again as my shaft disapeared into my roomate’s girlfriend. Shannon tossed her head back and let out a long, low moan. Reaching out, I grabbed her hair and plunged my dick in all the way up to my balls. She responded by pushing back, her hungry asshole swallowing up my cock to the hilt. Looking back over her shoulder, she smiled at me and wiggled her ass with my dick firmly embedded within.

“You are so fucking hot!” I gasped, gripping her pert little ass cheeks harder.

Shannon then reached back and traced her finger around her stretched asshole feeling the shaft of my cock. I pulled back, allowing my dick to slowly emerge.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “It feels soo good.”

I plunged back into the depths of Shannon’s ass eliciting a high pitched squeal from her mouth. I was actually worried that we were going to wake up Kyle, so I reached out and clamped a hand over her mouth. I then started to fuck her ass harder, sliding my cock in and out of that tight little opening.

Shannon moaned louder, but her voice was muffled by my hand. Frantically, she reached between her legs and began rubbing her clit. My balls were slapping against her pussy lips as I clamped my hand hard over her mouth. Her fingers started to work faster and faster as I sensed she was about to climax.

“Are you going to cum you little slut?” I asked.

“Mmm hmm”, she answered, moaning into my hand.

Then suddenly, Shannon let out a high pitched squeal and I could feel her tight asshole convulsing around my cock. The feeling was unbelievable as her ass gripped my shaft over and over. She burried her face in the carpet and rode out the remainder of her climax as I spread her ass cheeks apart to savour the view of my dick embedded in her tiny hole.

Once her orgasm had subsided Shannon looked back over her shoulder at me with that sexy, cute face of hers. A strand of hair hung down over one eye as she smiled devilishly. She then dropped her mid-section downwards, making her ass stick farther into the air and giving me and even better view. She continued looking at me as she bit her lip and began to writhe her hips and flex her muscular asshole around my dick. Over and over she squeezed me with her ass, as if she was trying to milk the cum from my balls with her ass alone.

“Oh my God!” I moaned.

“Does that feel good?” she asked.

“Fuck yes!”

“Are you going to cum?”


I gripped her slender hips tightly and plowed hard into her butthole causing her small body to lurch forward across the carpet.

“Where do you want it?” I asked as I began to feel myself reaching to point of no return.

“In my ass baby!” she replied. “Fill my slutty little asshole with your cum Damon!”

Shannon’s words were more than I could take as I thrusted forward one final time spraying her insides with my juices.

“Oh yessss,” she moaned as I spurted inside her. “I can feel it! I can feel your cum in my ass!”

After I finished emtying my load inside my roommate’s girfriend, I pulled my cock free from the tight confines of her asshole and slumped back on the carpet. Shannon collapsed as well, a contented smile on her beautiful face.

“Mmmm, that was sooo good!” She said reaching back to feel her abused asshole which now had a thin river of white jism trickling from it. She easily slipped a finger inside and let out a laugh.

“It feels funny,” she said with a giggle.

I just gazed at he sight, speachless.

“Ya know Damon,” Shannon said, standing up and licking a tiny glob of cum from her finger. “I think we should play scrabble more often.”

With that she blew me a kiss and headed down the hallway towards Kyle’s room.

“I couldn’t agree more, ” I said quietly to myself. “I couldn’t agree more.”

Morning Ass Licking

I woke up on my stomach hearing the alarm clock at 7:15am. I looked over at him and lifted up a little to come over to him lying on his back. I kissed him after saying good morning then smiled at him, to let him know I wanted him to do what I find irresistible for him to do for me in the morning.

I fell back onto my stomach spreading my legs pulling a pillow under my stomach as I bent my knees a little and he crawled behind me grabbing hold of my legs still in black fishnet stockings from the night before.

I had my ass in the air and I buried my head into my pillow as I felt his warm dripping tongue briskly move over my asshole. I groaned and sighed as I take extreme pleasure in his tongue beginning to move all over my ass crease and I could feel his saliva starting to coat my asshole. He was moaning persistently as he gave me the impression that he tremendously loved licking on my asshole.

I said to him, “That’s it baby tell me you love licking my ass.”

He replied with his face still in my ass, “Oh I love fucking licking your ass baby, your ass is so… umm it’s so wonderful.”

I add, “Ya let me hear you worship my asshole while you lick me honey.”

He then began to go on and on about how much he loved it while he consumed it passionately.

I had never considered having anyone actually lick my asshole before and he had just started doing it to me. I remember the shock and awe I had when I first felt what he was doing to my asshole with his tongue.

He said he had never done it to anybody else before or wanted to but he for some reason or other he couldn’t resist wanting to always stick his tongue there. I’m not into getting fucked in the ass but the shear depravity of him loving to lick on my asshole turns me on to the ultimate levels. I’d never thought I’d have such a hot guy like him being so willing and eager to want to lick on my shit hole. He doesn’t care about the smell or taste he says he love doing it anyways.

I’d started setting my alarm clock for 45 minutes early so that I can have enough time in the morning to let him fully clean out my asshole. He loves licking my asshole almost more than I adore him licking it so I never have to hesitate to ask him to lick it for me.

I cherish going to bed and waking up to his tongue in my asshole. I have him lick me slowly and softly for about 15-20 until I’m completely awake and then he can begin licking both my holes as eagerly as he wants until I cum all over his face.

Today was no different as for about 20 minutes I lied there with my ass in the air and my mouth open moaning softly, as I lightly held his head with one hand and the pillow with the other.

After 20 minutes of his tender soft licking and munching on my asshole was over I was grabbing the pillow and his head tightly yelling for him to lick me faster and harder, and to dig his tongue deep into both of my holes until finally orgasmed all over his face close to 8 o’clock.

After I did I looked back at him still indulging in my holes and I felt so delighted at his love for my asshole and pussy I pulled his head out my ass and rolled over onto my back and said, “Oh I love he so much sweetheart, her finish drinking up my juices then let’s get up.”

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Sorority Party

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

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

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

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

“Amanda!” she squealed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No…” I gasped. “Please…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

“So what’s the matter?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

“Who?” I asked.

“Martina. That’s the girl you…met.”


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Someone’s coming!” I hissed.

“So what,” Dee whispered in my ear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“God, I want you so bad,” I said.

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmmm. I like that,” she purred.

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

“Mmmm, I like that even better.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you like it?”


“Did it make you cum?”


“Do you have a vibrator?”

“In the top drawer.”

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

“Oh god, yes!”

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

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

“Roll over,” she said.

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

“Why so long?” I asked, pouting.

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

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

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

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Sapphic Stewardess

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Soon she returned with a blanket.

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

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

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

“No. Go right ahead.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded, figuring it was pointless to protest.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmmmmmh, that may be a suitable punishment.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She brought her lips up to whisper in my ear.

“You’re so moist down there!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I suppose my sighing had grown a little loud.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Christine bit her lip and looked at her watch.

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

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

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

She kissed me passionately on the lips again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I looked at her.

“I haven’t. Never. I swear.”

“I believe you!” she moaned,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Regrettably, I did.

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

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

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

“And these are for you,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Eat A Peach

tanding under the shower running my soapy hands between my legs, I thought back to when I first met Tracy over a month ago. She showed up at my door in short cut-offs with those tanned, dancer’s legs, a tight, shoestring halter hugging petite breasts, and mountain lake blue eyes that made my legs go weak. That image still causes my pussy to tingle.

Tracy was a sophomore scrambling to get a psychology term paper finished. A mutual friend sent her over to my apartment with the suggestion that I could help. I was a 4.0 senior psych major, and many people came to me for last minute assistance. Usually I charged a token amount to help them put their papers together.

The closer to their deadline, the more I charged; but I was always fair. If they were short on cash, I would accept favors like cleaning my apartment or washing my VW. When I opened the door and saw Tracy, charging her a fee was the last thing on my mind. Fucking her was all I could think about. She was gorgeous, and I was in love.

As it turned out, her paper was due the next day and she was desperate. When it came time to discuss payment, she said, “I’m so embarrassed, but I’m broke until my parents send my next check. If you can let me ride for a week or so, I can pay you then.”

We were sitting on my bed going over her notes, but I had spent more time looking at those smooth, tanned legs than her assignment. At one point, a few papers fell on the floor. She leaned down to pick them up, her body brushing mine so close I could feel her warmth. I wondered if she did it on purpose so I could smell her; a fragrance so fresh and clean, her shampoo or body wash was a light peach scent. Was she as juicy as the fruit? It was all I could do to resist finding out right then.

“I don’t know if I can wait that long,” I said as if deep in thought. “Most people pay me right away. Maybe we could make other arrangements.”

“What kind?” she said with a gleam in her eye.

“Well, favors or something.”

She thought for a moment then said, “I don’t mean to freak you out or anything, but can I ask you a very personal question?”

“Ask me anything,” I said, my heart melting.

“Well . . . are you by any chance into girls? You know, are you bi or lez?”

“And if I was,” I said. My pulse raced.

“Then I could pay you with pleasure.”

Her smile was innocent girl-next-door, but her eyes told me I could be in for the fuck of my life.

“I promise I will make it worth your while,” Tracy said, reaching out and running her hand along my bear leg. “It would be fun.”

I leaned forward until our lips were almost touching. “The answer to your personal question is yes, I love having sex with girls, and yes, I’m very bi. You’ve got yourself a deal.”

Our first kiss was the most sensuous I have ever had. Her lips were so soft and inviting, I never wanted to stop; her taste was heavenly. We explored each other’s mouths until our breathing started to get out of control. I pulled away and looked deep into her eyes.

“As much as I’d love to get paid in advance, if we keep going, I know we’ll never get your paper done.” My pussy was on fire and I wanted so much to go on.

“I know,” she said with a cute little pout.

I held her stack of notes out at arms-length from her, and with a wicked smile I said, “So when can I expect payment?”

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Dying to spent the night with you,” I said in anticipation.

“Then don’t plan to get any sleep.”

I moaned as she leaned in, kissing me hard. Her tongue was everywhere in my mouth.

We worked until two in the morning finishing her paper- much longer than it should have taken. That is because we spent more time kissing that composing. The next day, Tracy got an A+ on her paper, and that night she received another A+ for letting me eat the juiciest peach I had ever seen.

That was over a month ago. Tracy moved in with me right away and we have been fucking ever since.

Tonight, we were heading out to go dancing and partying; one of our favorite preludes to sex.

When I walked out of the bathroom after my shower, I saw Tracy lying on our bed, naked but for a pair of thong panties. Her eyes were closed and her knees were up and spread. One hand was down the front of her panties rubbing tiny, quick circles around her clit while she pinched her pink nipple with the other.

“My aren’t we horny tonight,” I said, towel-drying my hair. Even from across the room, I smelled her arousal-that sweet aroma that always made my pulse quicken. Moisture glistened off her fingers.

Tracy opened her eyes, looking at me through the fog of an approaching orgasm. Her gaze went from my face to my breasts, quickly falling on my patch of strawberry fleece. Knowing her eyes were on me caused a tingle in my belly, and I shifted my weight sideways spreading my legs. The cool air met my moist pussy as it opened slightly. Tracy licked her lips.

“If you were really a friend, you’d come over here and help me with this,” she said.

“What’s in it for me?” I watched her fingers play her clit like a musical instrument.

“This,” she said, sticking her tongue out and wiggling the tip like a snake.

“Come sit on this.”

With a high-pitched squeal, I threw the towel aside.

“Ready or not!”

I dove into her arms and we rolled around the bed laughing and hugging. I grabbed her hand from her crotch and brought it to my face smearing her girl-cum on my nose. Then I sucked her fingers clean. “We should bottle this stuff,” I said, smacking my lips.

“We could make millions.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Tracy said with a wink. “Now get busy down below, girl. I need some loving.”

I propped up on my elbow and kissed Tracy while I reached down pulling her leg up to caress it. She ran her hand affectionately along my face as we broke the kiss and I lightly traced her left breast. I could not resist her soft, sweet mouth so we kissed again. As I kissed her, I ran my hand down her side along her leg that draped across my hip. Her skin was soft; her fragrance was that wonderful hint of fresh peaches.

And I wanted to eat her peach so bad.

My mouth was on her breast, her nipple hard against my tongue. Tracy moaned as I sucked, my hands roaming across her warm belly. Then I moved between her legs and lay down on top of her, licking and loving her other breast. Tracy stroked my hair, whispering how good it felt.

I lay between her legs moving my eager mouth down between her breasts. I hugged her legs tight against my sides leaving wet kisses and nibbles across her stomach. Tracy stretched her arms over her head in surrender. She watched me through half-closed eyes as I worked my way down her delicious body.

Licking and kissing her inner thighs, I moved ever closer to her warm, moist sex. I bit and chewed on the soft, sensitive skin on each side of her vagina; she was in heat and her scent was everywhere. I chewed and licked that wonderful soft valley where her thigh meets her mound. A dark patch on her crotch told me how wet and aroused she was. I wiped my face across her crotch feeling the moisture on my cheeks. Tracy spread her legs as I gently rubbed her crotch through the thin fabric. She moaned, moving her hips in a slow, sexy rotation, responding instinctively to my touch.

I reached up to her breast, caressing it as I sank my face back to her crotch. Her smell was intoxicating; I was drunk on it. I moved back up and sucked her nipple into my hungry mouth. Tracy watched me as she continued to run her hands through my thick, red hair.

Then we were kissing passionately, moaning into each other’s mouths, our arms wound tight, our bodies maneuvering to bring our pussies together. Tracy’s hands were on my ass, loving me with tender strokes.

We ground our cunts together in a slow, erotic rhythm.

“I adore you,” I whispered into her ear.

“You just say that to get in my panties,” she said between moans.

“Does it work?” I ran my tongue around her earlobe. “Every time.” Then she pushed on my shoulders. “Now, do you wanna whisper sweet nothings or fuck me?”

“Both,” I said, and with a quick kiss, I was back down between her legs, licking every inch of her along the way. The cool sheets felt wonderful as I positioned myself on my stomach. Tracy raised her legs and I swung them over so she was on her side with her ass toward me. I bit and licked her sculptured hip while stroking her panty-clad pussy, the material moist and fragrant. Hooking my finger in her thong, I pulled it aside and ran the tip of my tongue along her ass, sampling the tangy flavor that was one hundred percent pure girl. Her little puckered anus looked so yummy, and as much as I wanted to spend the rest of the night loving it, it was a delicacy I would save for later.

Then I rose up over her hip, pushing my face between her legs and forcing her on her back. As I stuck my nose in her crotch, Tracy spread her legs in invitation, her panties now dripping with nectar.

I could not wait any longer-I had to taste her.

Grabbing the seam of her crotch, I pulled her panties aside, kissing her tenderly. Tracy stroked my long red hair as I give her soft licks and sweet kisses. I loved licking her pussy lips until they turned pink and puffy. As she spread her legs, her outer lips opened like a flower, and her warm honey coated my tongue.

She moaned when I took long slow licks up and down her slit, her short pubic hairs tickling my nose. I could feel my cunt dripping while little spasms quivered my sugar walls. I gently placed her panty back over her pussy and pushed her legs together up in the air. Then I took each side of her panties, pulling them as she raised her ass off the bed. My heart raced when I saw the material reluctantly peel away from the sticky wetness of her outer lips revealing the closest thing to heaven I had ever known.

I worked her panties up her legs, sliding them over her petite feet. Tracy licked her fingers and squeezed her nipples while she watched me put the panties to my nose and smell juicy peach and pussy. I was completely overcome with lust as her scent filled my head. I envied the delicate silk that snuggled her sex all day.

“When I die,” I said with a wink, “I want to come back as a pair of these.

I kissed the moist crotch.

“As long as they’re my panties,” she said, spreading her legs in surrender. She stroked her mound, getting it ready for love. Then she opened her lips wide, showing me nothing but pink. “Is this what you want, baby?”

I trembled. “More that anything.

Pulling her knees up, she said, “Come eat your peach.” Moaning with desire, I ran my tongue over her bottom and up along her pussy lips, now coated with honey. I moved her hands out of the way and spread her wide; her clit emerged, hard and round like a precious pearl. I licked and sucked it, feeling her hips respond. She gasped, telling me she was so ready to fuck.

Tracy ran her hands over her breasts, breathing heavily. Her eyes closed and I knew she was drifting toward bliss. I slowly licked her letting my tongue slip down to her anus to remind me of that hidden treasure. While I licked her, I reached back, sliding my finger up and down the moist crack of my ass and into my cunt. I was so turned on, so wet. Taking her clit between my lips, I sucked hard, moving my head back and forth. This drove her crazy and she screamed, squirming so that I could hardly hang on.

Now I increased my attack, sucking her clit up between my lips, biting it, and jerking my head side to side like a feasting shark Tracy screamed for me to fuck her harder as she thrashed around beating the sheets and arching her back in the throes of passion. She was blasting off for the stars and I was her rocket. With a final high-pitched squeal, she went into outer space. Her body stiffened and a delicious warm gush of girl-cum flowed into my mouth.

I slowed my assault, eagerly swallowing her cum. Then I placed soft kisses all over her tender lips, so flushed red and swollen.

“Come here, lover,” Tracy said, holding her arms wide. I crawled up and she wrapped them around me as we kissed passionately.

“You always know just what I need,” she said, shoving her tongue into my mouth. Then she giggled. “You taste like pussy.”

We laughed, kissed, and hugged. Then Tracy turned me over and positioned herself between my legs.

“Take me to heaven, angle” I said with a big grin. I wiggled my ass until I was comfortable. Then Tracy leaned forward, licking my breasts, going from one to another with an unquenchable hunger.

As she ravaged my nipples, she straddled my left leg, grinding her pussy into my thigh and leaving a wet trail. While she humped my leg, she reached back and played with her ass. She breathed heavily as her pussy slid along my thigh. Pre-cum flowed out, dripping down the sides of my leg. Then she lifted my right leg straight up and slid forward until our pussies met.

As I rubbed her clit with my thumb, Tracy went wild with passion and I was not far behind. I felt the fire ignite between my legs and start radiating up through my tummy; my nipples were ready to pop off. I grew light-headed and my chest heaved as we moved faster.

The sounds coming from our mouths were no longer human but had turned to animal grunts and squeals. Tracy’s eyes were closed as she arched her back, grinding her cunt into mine. Her hips were going a mile a minute.

Next to sixty-nine, this was our favorite way to girl- fuck. Doing the pink on pink, she called it.

Tracy brought my up-turned leg to her breast, stroking and kissing my calf and ankle. Then with a shudder, she slammed her cunt into mine and climaxed. I cupped my hand under her pussy, feeling warm cum flow out. I brought it to my mouth trying to lick all the honey dripping down my arm. It was warm and sweet, only seconds ago deep inside her vagina. I savored every drop as I let it flow slowly down my throat.

With a big smile, I said, “I can’t get enough of you.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from, baby,” she said. “Now turn over and show me that cute ass.”

I did not have to be asked twice as I got on my elbows and stuck my bottom up, my knees spread.

“You smell so fucking good,” she said, sniffing me like a puppy. Tracy ran her tongue up and down the length of my ass crack and then buried her noise in my butt as she ate me from behind. Spreading my lips wide with her fingers, she washed my sugar walls with her long, probing tongue.

My body trembled with lust as she made hot lesbian love to me. Her mouth was everywhere, wet and soft.

Spreading my cheeks, she ravaged my anus, pushing the tip of her wicked tongue at it.

Tracy stroked my legs and ass, licking my crack and pussy. I spread my legs as wide as I could to let her get at every part. Then she slipped two fingers into my vagina and I saw stars. “I’m getting so close,” I said, shoving my ass at her.

I felt Tracy’s fingers go deep and I clamped down on them. Then her thumb probed my anus and slipped inside. I went nuts. “Oh, you nasty girl,” I said with a squeal. “I love when you do that!”

Tracy shoved her fingers into my pussy and ass while she ran her tongue up and down my bottom. My head was about to explode; I was squealing, grunting, and screaming her name. Then Tracy bit down on my clit and I saw fireworks. My stomach sucked in, by body went stiff, and I came like a storm.

Tracy slowed down, gently stroked my pussy and ass.

“Want me to kiss it and make it better?”

“Oh, yes,” I said breathlessly.

As I caught my breath, she placed soft kisses everywhere. “Poor baby,” she said in mock sympathy.

“I promise never to do that again.”

I turned over on my back, holding my arms open.

“That’s a promise I won’t let you keep.”

Tracy kissed her way up my body until we held each other. “You’ll just have to beg if you want more,” she said, kissing me passionately.

“I’ve had my dinner,” I said, breaking the kiss. “Now I want dessert.”

“I don’t hear any begging.”


“Please, what?” she said, her finger playing with my lips and tongue, our breasts pressed together.

“Please turn around.”

“And what?” she said, slipping her finger into my mouth.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her finger out. “You know damn well, so I can lick your ass.”

“You like my ass, do you?” Tracy said, taunting me.

“I adore it,” I said. “Touching it, smelling it, licking it, sucking it, kissing it.”

She moaned. “Well, if you put it that way.” She kissed me hard, running her tongue all over the inside of my mouth. Then she slowly got up on her hands and knees turning around. Backing up, she lowered her ass to my face. “You don’t mind if I eat some pussy while you have your dessert?”

I moaned, grabbing her hips and pulling her bottom to my mouth. There was my prize: her little rose bud, ready for loving. I had to admit, I loved Tracy, I adored her body, I worshiped her pussy, but I craved her ass. Sticking my nose in her crack, I smelled sex, salt, sweat, and a hint of peach-the ingredients of an all-girl heaven. Then I stuck my tongue out, tasting what I had patiently waited for-and my dessert was well worth the wait. As Tracy’s mouth covered my pussy and her tongue slipped inside me, I closed my eyes, hugged her hips, and made love to her most secret place. By the way, we never made it to the dance that night.

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