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Party Dare

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Movie Night

Shannon was a gorgeous, twenty-five-year-old redhead with a very sexy body. She worked out six days a week and was a very well-disciplined eater. As a result she had a great pair of toned legs, a sexy bubble-butt and a tight, trim waist. Her C-cup breasts were nice and firm and she kept her pussy completely waxed, something that her boyfriend quickly learned to appreciate. She was very much in love with her boyfriend and they talked regularly about moving in together and getting married, even though they had only been seeing each other for a few months.

Shannon was relatively new in town, so she didn’t have too many friends. Over the past couple of months she had been getting closer to one of her coworkers, Linda. Linda was a couple of years younger than Shannon and lived at home with her parents, just like Shannon. She was a beautiful blonde with healthy curves, her body certainly not as tight and toned as Shannon’s, but in no way was it less sexy. She had fairly large D-cup breasts and wide, womanly hips. She, too, had a boyfriend, although she wasn’t nearly as serious about him as Shannon was about her man.

Linda’s parents were going to be out of town for several days. While she would normally invite her boyfriend over so they could take advantage of having the house to themselves, he was out of town as well at a cousin’s wedding. After talking to Shannon, they decided to get together on the Friday night for a girls’ night. The plan was to stay up late watching movies and gossiping, with Shannon spending the night.

After watching the first movie they had rented, they started talking about their boyfriends, and also about their sex lives.

“Chris is actually really good in bed,” Shannon said. “I have an orgasm almost every time.”

“Really?” Linda said. “I’m lucky if Ian can make me cum half the time. What does Chris do that works so well?”

“For starters, he’s well hung,” Shannon explained. “I always used to believe that size didn’t matter, but when we made love the first time I found out how wrong I was.”

“I know what you mean,” Linda said. “My last boyfriend had a really big dick and it was amazing.”

“It’s not just the size, though,” Shannon replied. “He knows how to use it too. You know how most girls say that missionary doesn’t give them enough clitoral stimulation? I don’t know if it’s the angle or what, but he always manages to rub my clit just right.”

“You lucky bitch,” Linda said with a smile.

“Don’t get me wrong, he’s not perfect.”

“Oh really? How so?”

“I wish he would go down on me more often,” Shannon admitted. “I love oral sex so much. I love giving it to him, and I do that at least three or four times a week, but he hardly ever returns the favour.”

“Really? I don’t enjoy it when Ian goes down on me.”

“Maybe he’s just not that good at it,” Shannon said.

“Maybe,” Linda replied. “I guess you can’t expect a guy to know exactly how to go down on a woman.”

“Yeah, I always wondered what it would be like to have a woman go down on me.”

“Hasn’t every woman?” Linda said with a light chuckle. “I’m sure a woman would be much better at it.”

“Nothing beats a hard cock, though,” Shannon added.

“I don’t know, I’d seriously think about giving up guys if I found a woman that was good at eating pussy. Besides, there’s always strap-ons!” Both girls laughed at Linda’s comment.

“Have you ever fooled around with a girl?” Shannon asked.

“No,” Linda replied. “Have you?”

“Once,” Shannon said.

“Really? What did you do?”

“We just kissed a little bit and touched each other.”

“What was it like?” Linda asked.

“It was actually really sexy,” Shannon replied. “It just felt so erotic and taboo.” The room fell silent for a moment, then Linda leaned in and kissed Shannon. Shannon said nothing, choosing instead to return the kiss. Linda stopped for a moment, pulled back, and quickly peeled her shirt off. Her breasts were encased in a simple white bra, and Shannon watched as she now pulled off her pants as well, revealing the matching thong. Shannon reached out and started to gently caress Linda’s breasts.

“You’re right,” Linda said. “This does feel taboo.” With that comment she unhooked her bra and pulled it off, revealing her large breasts. Shannon leaned down to start kissing and sucking them as Linda started to run her hands over Shannon’s chest as well. “I wonder what Chris and Ian would think,” Linda said. She did her best to grope Shannon as she felt her lips on her breasts. Shannon then began to rub Linda’s pussy through her thong, making her moan. “See, who needs a cock?” Linda said with a smile. Shannon pulled Linda’s thong aside and started to lightly finger her pussy. She stopped to pull Linda’s thong off completely, leaving Linda completely naked while she was still fully clothed. “That feels so good,” Linda gasped as Shannon continued to finger her pussy. Shannon stopped to take off her shirt, exposing her perky tits, unencumbered by a bra, then she went back to fingering Linda’s pussy. She stopped again a minute later to pull of her pants, revealing the fact that she hadn’t worn panties either. Linda pushed her back on the couch, then bent down and began kissing all around her inner thighs and stomach. Over the course of the next few minutes she grew bolder until she finally started to lick gently at Shannon’s pussy.

The house was dead silent for the next several minutes with the exception, of course, of the moans coming from both women. Shannon was moaning the most, but Linda was clearly enjoying herself as well. She started to use her fingers as well, doing the same things to Shannon that she knew she would like to have done to her.

“Damn girl!” Shannon said. “You’re fucking good with your tongue!”

“Better than Chris’s big dick?” Linda asked.

“No comment,” Shannon said, laughing. A couple of minutes later she was holding onto Linda’s head and pulling her in, grinding her pussy against her face. “I’m so fucking wet for you!” she said. “That feels incredible!” Her orgasm was fast approaching as Linda showed off her newly-discovered skill. “Fuck!” Shannon screamed. “Oh shit yes! I’m fucking cumming! I’m cumming all over your face!” She finished cumming, then Linda sat back and spread her legs.

“I ate your pussy,” she said. “Now it’s your turn to eat mine.” Shannon got into it quite quickly, eagerly lapping at Linda’s soaking wet pussy.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” Shannon said. “It feels so right!” For nearly twenty minutes the house echoed with Linda’s cries as her pussy got fingered and eaten. Eventually she came as well, shouting loudly.

“Let’s go up to my room,” Linda said after her orgasm had subsided. Both girls got up and walked up the stairs and into Linda’s room. Linda led Shannon onto the bed that she had lost her virginity on at age eighteen, and had been fucked on by at least ten other guys since, including her current boyfriend. Their lips locked in a passionate embrace, each of them tasting their own juices off the other’s face. They pressed their bodies against each other, almost as though they were both trying to merge with the other.

“This feels so amazing!” Linda said. “You’re so fucking gorgeous!”

“I love every inch of your sexy body,” Shannon said.

“I can’t believe how wet I am! This feels so dirty!”

“Let me see how wet you are. I want to taste that pussy again.”

Linda pushed Shannon onto her back and then turned to straddle her face. She leaned forward and buried her head between Shannon’s legs as both girls started to eat each other out in a sixty-nine position. They both moaned in ecstasy as they ate each other to another orgasm, pussy juices coating each other’s face.

“I want to feel this hot little pussy against mine,” Shannon said. They positioned themselves so their legs were intertwined and moved close to each other, then they began to slowly grind their pussies into each other.

“We’re both so wet!” Linda said, noting the sloppy sound of their soaking pussies rubbing together. The got more and more turned on, grinding their pussies together harder with each passing minute. They each came quite quickly, less than a minute apart, but they continued to grind into each other. “That feels fucking amazing!” Linda moaned. “My pussy is tingling so much!” A couple of minutes later they both came again, this time only twenty or thirty seconds apart.

“I’ve never cum this hard before in my life!” Shannon said. It was only a matter of minutes before they each had a massive orgasm, topping all of the previous ones and cumming at exactly the same time. They both collapsed in post-orgasmic bliss, gasping for air for a solid couple of minutes before finally snuggling up face-to-face.

“I think,” Shannon said, brushing her fingers through Linda’s hair, “that we should make a trip to the store. A strap-on would definitely be a lot of fun to experiment with.”

“Maybe the boys would like to join us,” Linda said.

“I’m sure they would,” Shannon replied, “but I’d rather keep you all to myself.” They smiled briefly before kissing passionately once again…

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Too Pretty To Be a Lesbian

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, so you’re a virgin.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She narrowed her pretty eyes. “How romantic.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wine?” Angie asked with her eyebrows raised.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want you so bad, Amy,” she agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s time,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was all so very passionate and so very sweet.

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

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

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“Let me guess,” the bartender asked, setting the glass of water in front of me. “You’re here looking for some company.”

She stared at me expectantly, a slight smile on her glossy-pink lips. I smiled ruefully at her, taking a sip of the icy liquid. “Gee, what gave me away?” I meant it sarcastically, because anyone in the bar could see what I was after, especially another woman. The little black dress gave me away, one of those sparkly knit gowns that clung to every curve, just short enough to make you appreciate a hint of thigh and wonder just how far my legs went up. Or maybe it was the heels, best described as “fuck me” pumps in glossy black patent leather. Combined with the carefully arranged hair and the makeup, I made quite a package for some lucky male to pick up. Problem was, the bar seemed devoid of lucky men, save for a few older men who knew better than to press their luck.

The bartender shrugged and proceeded to polish some glasses while talking with me. “Well, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, and I assume you’re here on business. So your partner isn’t here, and you’re looking for a little entertainment to pass a holiday that’s best not spent alone. Especially here in Las Vegas, the city of sin herself,” she laughed. I was amazed, because she really had hit my situation right on the nose. I was here to teach seminars to new real estate recruits, and was miles away from my husband. Not that being home on Valentine’s Day would have mattered anyway, because the bastard would probably be wooing his mistress on the side. Our marriage had deteriorated down to one simple fact: I wasn’t divorcing him because it would cost me too much hard-earned cash. So he played his field, and I played mine, and we basically put up with each other.

“Pretty much right,” I acknowledged, raising my water glass to her. “How’d you know?”

“Past experience,” she confided. “I was sitting in this very bar about three years ago for the same reason, and the bartender working then asked me the same thing.”

“And did you find what you were looking for?” I asked. She found this very funny, exploding in a sudden peal of laughter that had me raising my eyebrows. “Oh, I found it alright,” she grinned. “A nice little lass from the front desk took me home with her that night, and introduced me to a whole better ballgame.” I nearly choked on my water at her answer, staring at her with slight shock. This bartender really didn’t seem the lesbian stereotype. She wasn’t masculine in her features, and she didn’t seem like some of the feminist lesbians I’d known in college.

Her long reddish-blonde hair was pulled up in a loose ponytail, and her makeup was careful and elegant, not much more than a sweep of pink lip-gloss and rose-colored eyeshadow. She wore the standard bartender/waitress garb, a white button dress shirt and black slacks. The most masculine thing on her was her uniform bowtie, which sparkled with rhinestones. “Well,” I stammered, a blush rising to my cheeks. She knew her response had caught me off guard, and I struggled to regain my composure. “That’s….nice. Do you still see her often?”

“No, we went our separate ways a few months into it. Now the only person I pamper at nights is my cat, Patches.”

“I’m sorry,” I murmured. “Wish I could work up the will to do that with my husband.” She looked at me for a long moment, and I wondered what she was thinking behind those blue eyes. She moved over to the bar, and began mixing several different liquids together in a frosty glass. Coming back over, she plopped down in front of me. “Don’t worry, it’s not too strong. On the house.”

“Thanks,” I said. It smelled like limes, a heavenly scent, but before I could raise it to my lips she clapped a hand on my wrist. Her grip was warm, firm and strong. “Wait,” she smiled. “I forgot the important part.” She reached into a mini-refrigerator beneath the bar, and came up with a single whole cherry, scarlet against her white fingers. She twirled the stem between her thumb and forefinger so I could see it, then raised it up to her mouth and pressed her pink lips to the firm skin.

“For luck,” she grinned, plopping it in my drink. “Good luck with your manhunt. It’s time for my break.” Then she went in the back to fetch another bartender, and I was left alone. The drink was very good, hardly tasting of alcohol. I wondered what she’d put in it. Most of the Las Vegas men must have been elsewhere on that night, for no one even approached me as I drank. Somehow I wasn’t quite as concerned with that as I was thirty minutes previously.

Instead, I kept thinking about the bartender, and the way her pretty pink lips looked pressed against that red fruit. When I had totally drained the cup of liquid, I stared down at that round plump cherry resting on the crushed ice. I picked it up, and raised it to my mouth, biting into the flesh of the scarlet treat. It may have been my imagination, but I could have sworn I tasted the faint hint of bubblegum lip-gloss as I devoured the fruit.

My nerves were shot for the next day, Valentine’s Day. Despite whatever I tried, I couldn’t shake the thought of the pretty bartender from my mind. I’d always considered myself a straight woman, but my blood burned every time I recalled that sassy smile and the gentle kiss she’d bestowed on that cherry. Would her lips be that tender on another woman’s, or would she play the aggressive, butch type? I thought about the swell of her breasts beneath that white shirt and brought my hands up to cup my own breasts. I was a considerable B-cup, and I wondered as I caressed myself if her chest would feel as soft and round as my own.

By mid-afternoon, I’d made my decision, and hoped it wouldn’t come back to bite me in the ass. I dressed differently, emboldened by my decision to seduce this woman. I wore a black skirt this time, made of loose folds of black silky material, and a red halter that held my braless breasts for best display. On second critical glance, I painted my lips red and added a splash of perfume.

There was no need for full makeup; my cheeks were already flushed from the excitement and my eyes were made bright by the red top. I fussed with my blonde hair for a moment, then headed down to the bar. As I had hoped, she was working, and the place was crammed with couples out for a drink. Still, she managed to wave me over, clearing a seat for me in the far corner of the bar as she pushed one of the overly-drunk into leaving. “Well, don’t you look nice tonight,” She smiled. “Find what you were looking for?”

“I hope so,” I breathed, staring into her blue, blue eyes. “That is, if you’re free after you get off of work.” Her face looked surprised for a moment, and she studied me to make sure it wasn’t a joke.

Finally she gently asked, “Are you sure you want that, hon? I don’t like to be led on and let down.”

“Why don’t you come to my room and find out?” I countered. I scribbled my room number on a napkin, and then pressed my mouth to the paper, leaving her a scarlet promise there to think about. Pushing it across to her, I smiled and saw her eyes grow warm as she returned the grin. I got up and left then, leaving her with much to anticipate, feeling her eyes burning on my back as I headed out of the bar. Back in my room, I spent the next few hours nervously preparing.

I changed out of my outfit into some exquisite lingerie, intended for seducing my partner of choice. Staring at the bathroom mirror, I wondered if she’d like it. It was black lace and satin, an open-cup teddy that made my pale breasts and nipples really stand out of the open circles. The crotch had a convenient snap that let you access my most intimate regions, and the garters held up matching satiny black thigh-highs.

I wore my black pumps from the night before, which lifted my buttocks and gave me a sexy, hip-swinging walk. I felt like I was floating on a high I’d never experienced before, and had never felt more feminine than I did at that moment. Around ten, there came a soft knock at my door. I threw a robe over my pretty lingerie and went to answer it. It was she, and she stood in the hallway with a smile pasted from ear to ear, drinking in the black satin robe I wore. She carried a bucket of ice with a bottle of good champagne already chilling inside, and some gold-wrapped package that was as of yet unidentified.

“I hope you’re ready for this,” she growled softly, “because you left me so wet while I was working that I had to excuse myself off to the ladies room for a little relief.” I took the ice bucket from her, moving to set it on my room’s end table as she let herself in the room and locked the door behind her. When I turned around, I found her already standing behind me, and the smile had left her face. She tilted my chin up, being the taller by a few inches, and kissed me.

Her mouth was so sweet I thought I’d die, exploring my lips like no man had ever done, kissing me with tongue sweeps and teeth and soft lips. Her lipstick tasted like bubblegum, and I felt an arrow of pleasure spear straight to my belly, making my nether regions full and heavy and tingling with anticipation. “Jesus,” I swore when we parted for breath. “I’ve never been kissed like that before.”

“Oh, believe me, there’s much more I can’t wait to show you,” She crooned. “But first, get me out of these work clothes.” My hands came up, working the buttons on her blouse with trembling fingers. I noticed for the first time her shiny brass name badge that read “Sabrina” and murmured that name gently, rolling it over my lips. Sabrina chuckled.

“That’s right. What’s your name anyways, little flower?” I told her and she purred her approval. My undressing didn’t go as fast as she liked, and she swatted my hands away, finishing the job herself. Stepping out of the heels she wore, she made short work of the shirt and the slacks, leaving her standing in a simple white bra and thong. Her breasts were larger than mine, nearly a D-cup on sight estimation, and she wasn’t a slender girl, which turned me on greatly.

I feasted on her as she peeled away the bra, exposing those plump pale mounds with their pink pretty nipples, already hard for my mouth to lavish. Her waist tapered in, flaring out into soft hips and a belly that wasn’t rock-hard but soft and slightly pouting. Her thighs were full and muscled, her calves well shaped as she skimmed the thong down over them to pool at her feet. Sabrina bore a thatch of pubic hair the same reddish-gold shade as her hair, and it stood out in contrast to her white skin. My mouth went dry at her perfection, and I reached my palms out to cup her breasts but she stopped me.

“Robe off,” she ordered, and when I dropped it she smiled at my lingerie. “Oooh, I like that,” she moaned.

“I have a surprise for you, my valentine.” She moved over and claimed the small gold box she had plunked on the table. “Lie on the bed,” Sabrina asked, and as I lay flat on my back, she climbed on with me. I felt strangely vulnerable under her gaze, even though she was the one naked and I was the one clothed. She opened the box, and tossed the top to the hotel room floor. Inside were several dark chocolates.

Pulling one from the box, Sabrina lifted it to her lips and sunk her teeth into the sweet. She turned the half-exposed chocolate to me, and I saw the inside was hollow, filled with pureed cherries.

“Chocolate-covered cherries,” she smiled, savoring the half bite of the chocolate. “My favorite.” Taking the other half in her teeth, she bent her head and offered it to me from her mouth. Eating the treat from her full lips was erotic, the red dripping center flowing over our lips and tongues as we half-kissed, half-nibbled it down. When the flavor was gone from our mouths, she selected another, breaking it open with her fingers.

“You are my new favorite cherry,” Sabrina murmured, and I felt with surprise her hands rubbing the sticky center over my exposed nipples and breasts. When she bent her head to eat it from my flesh, I couldn’t hold back my sighs of approval. Her mouth was warm, heated as her flesh was, sucking and licking the food from my body until I was writhing under her mouth, swearing to gods I never believed in. I buried my fingers in her long hair, freeing it from her trademark ponytail to flow around her pale shoulders. The silky strands spread over the black teddy as she suckled my breasts, using three chocolates to tease and torment me until I was begging her to move lower, pushing at the top of her head. I was a waterfall between my thighs, my nether lips swollen and waiting for her kisses and caresses.

If Sabrina didn’t taste me soon, I’d die from the sweet sting of her skillful foreplay. She obliged my requests and begs, chuckling as she pulled the snaps of my teddy open. I was on fire, my breasts exposed and now my pussy, the exposure of my tender flesh wrenching a cry from my throat. Sabrina blew lightly on the dampness that clung to my pink slit, and I bucked my hips under the sensation. I needed her mouth on me, working me towards that little death that my loins craved more than anything else.

Instead, she ran a playful finger over the wet sticky evidence of my need and brought it to her lips, looking me in the eyes as she sucked it clean. A shudder ran through my body. “Sabrina, please,” I begged. “Give it to me.”

“The last cherry,” she said instead, ignoring my pleas, pulling it free from the box. Holding it up for me to see, she popped it her mouth for a moment to soften the chocolate. Then to my great surprise, she pulled it out again, and smiled. “You want this?”

“I want you…”

“You’ll have me,” she promised, and without warning, she brought the chocolate down to my sex. She ran it in circles over my hardened clit, teasing that little red marble into a panic frenzy, until I was raising my hips off the bed and nearly screaming with frustration. Sabrina snapped the coating open, and I felt the oozing center running down the outer lips of my sex and over the folds. “Oh my GOD!” I moaned, as she pushed the crumbled chocolate into my warm wet depths with two fingers. “Yummy,” she announced, and bent her head.

I felt the tickle of her hair on my thighs, but it was nothing compared to the first moment I felt her tongue on my pussy, licking away the combination of cherries and my own personal lubrication. I think I was calling her name, humping her face out of control while she cleaned me of her chocolate plaything. She spread me open with two fingers, and I felt her mouth and tongue pulling the chocolate bits from my hot slit. “Sabrina,” I whimpered, and then I felt the coil burning, urging me into the tempest of my orgasm. She felt my clit harden to bursting, knew I was going to explode from her eating me, and brought me to the edge by flicking her tongue in rapid and quick strokes over the wet button.

Before I could find my personal release, she stopped, and moved up to kiss me, letting me lick my own scent and taste from her mouth and chin. “Are you ready, little baby?” She crooned, and when I moaned she reached down and lightly pinched that little hooded bud. Feasting on my mouth as I fucked her hand, Sabrina swallowed my screams as I writhed under her, my pussy spasming again and again like a hungry mouth swallowing my pleasure. It was the hardest orgasm I’d ever felt, and it left me covered in a sheen of sweat. I was still pulsing with the aftershocks when I turned the tables, rising up and pushing her back to the rumpled covers. She was pliant, letting me explore her body with my virgin mouth, cupping her full breasts for my tongue to tease and groaning when I found the points she liked best.

“Do it,” she whispered. “Lick me.” And for the first time, I tasted another woman, delving my nose and mouth against that salty-sweet sex. I ate her with abandon, trying my best to copy the skillful strokes she had done to me, reveling in the feel of her hips rising to press tighter against my sucking mouth. She had a big pussy, engulfing most of my fingers as I plunged them in and out, sucking on her clit like a vacuum. Sabrina was beautiful when she came, her fingers fisting into the covers helplessly, every muscle in her legs and abdomen quivering with the shock of the orgasm that racked her beautiful body.

She flooded my face with her pleasure, the juices coating my face, and I felt my body reacting without being touched, felt a second orgasm screaming through my loins with all the force of a subway train hitting a wall. We drank the champagne and explored much that night, until falling asleep exhausted in each other’s arms, soft woman pressed against soft woman. I’d never been that contented, dozing against the hot weight of her breasts, waking up to claim her one last time before I relinquished her to the job she had to return to.

My husband doesn’t know, but since then I’ve made preparations to leave him. I don’t care about the money anymore. All I know is next Valentine’s Day, I know where I want to be: at Sabrina’s home, bearing a bottle of champagne and the chocolates she loves. After all, a cherry can be a girl’s best friend.

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Initiation Night

Julie Gates was in her glory. All she’d ever wanted since she came to State College was to be a Delta. Her mother, and her grandmother, had been in the Delta sorority, and to this day it remained THE sorority to belong to. It was initiation night.

The sisterhood was tight. Secrets never left the house. Help was always seconds away if you were in a jam and professors went a little easier on the Delta girls. Life was good. Julie couldn’t wait for the ceremony, the details of which were kept a closely guarded secret. Not even her mother would discuss the ritual with her. All she knew is she would have the ceremonial robe laid out on her bed for her at 9pm that evening.

Only 4 girls were being inducted in to the house. Julie’s room mate Gina, and 2 girls that lived on the first floor of the house as well, Amy and Carlie. There were 21 sisters that would be at the ceremony, Julie and the other pledges would round out the 25 that made the house complete.

At 9 pm there was a knock on the door. Julie and Gina looked at each other anxiously.

Julie’s big sister Ashley opened the door. Big sisters took a pledge under their wing and guided them through to initiation night. Ashley said nothing, she simply laid the white robe on the bed neatly and made her exit. Gina’s big sister Donna did the same thing not 5 minutes later. The girls looked at the robes. They were beautifully laced with gold trim and the Delta insignia.

A soft noise drew the girls attention to the door. A note had been slipped underneath, folded just once. Gina picked it up and read it out loud to Julie.

“You must be in the attic wearing nothing but your ceremonial robe at 9:30pm. Your hair must be worn away from face in ponytail style. Wear no make up, perfume or jewelry. Do not be late.”

Julie drew a deep breath. “I was wondering if we were supposed to be naked under the robe.”

“Well,” Gina replied, “I’m not going naked. How will they know? It’s no ones business what I’m wearing underneath.”

With eyebrows raised Julie whispered to Gina. “I would do just as the note says. You don’t want to mess this up.”

Gina didn’t respond. She simply took off the shirt and shorts she was wearing and slid the robe on over her bra and panties. There was no way anyone was going to see her pudgy body making lumps in the robe. Gina had always been a little heavy and self conscious of anyone seeing her naked. She rarely dated just from fear of a boy making fun of her once her clothes were off.

Julie however did as instructed. Being modest, she turned away from Gina and stripped down to nothing. She loved the cool, soft feel of the silk garment covering her skin. She tied the belt loosely into a knot to keep it closed.

At 9:25 the girls headed for the attic. They met Amy and Carlie on the way, and judging from the patterns Julie could see through the silk they were also naked underneath. Carlie was very busty and her nipples showed through the fabric easily. The girls all smiled nervously at each other, but none of them spoke. They ascended the attic stairs and knocked once on the door that led into the attic proper.

Hannah, the sorority president, opened the door. There were dozens of candles lit, in varying heights and widths, it was quite lovely to see. All of the other sisters were arranged in a semi circle. There were four small bedroll type cushions on the floor. Hannah directed the four pledges to lay down on them. Once the girls were on the floor, the semicircle closed around them. They were now surrounded, circled by all of the sisters.

Hannah spoke. “We gather this evening to initiate our pledges into our sisterhood. Amy, Gina, Carlie and Julie. There will be no secrets between us, and we shall all know the true face of intimacy. You will now pledge your loyalty to the house.”

Julie had been thinking about this moment. She had never been given anything to memorize, no scouts honor so to speak. She didn’t have a clue as to what she and the other pledges were supposed to say, if anything. Luckily, Hannah continued to speak.

“There is no truer face we can show our sisters than the face of ecstasy. Having seen so deeply into each others souls, we are forever bound. Pledges, please disrobe.”

There was only silence. Julie and the 3 girls lying beside her were digesting what Hannah had been referring to. Why did they have to disrobe? Julie was proud of her body and really had no reservations being naked in front of anyone. She reached down and untied the knot on her robe. She let the silk material fall to either side of her body, exposing her small but firm breasts, and her neatly trimmed pubic hair.

Once Julie had done as told, the other 3 girls followed suit. Gina was the odd one out, laying there in her bra and panties. Gina saw Hannah’s face tense, but was not reprimanded in any way. She breathed a sigh a relief. The other girls were thin and looked fine, she did not want to be compared to them.

Hannah stood in front of Julie. “Julie, you are a much loved pledge and we welcome you as a sister. You will show us your face in orgasm, and be one of us forever.”

Hannah handed Julie a wand type vibrator.

Julie’s gut wrenched. Sure, she masturbated often, but like this? In front of her sisters? In a flash so much made sense. Now she knew why her mother could not speak of this ritual. She had done the very same thing in this very same attic.

For Julie there was no choice but to be a Delta. She closed her eyes and turned on the vibrator. At first she simply let it rest on her trimmed mound, but as the sensation grew she spread her legs apart. She let her feet touch and her legs fall open. One hand instinctively went to her breasts, where she gently rolled a nipple between her fingers. The faster she came, the faster this was over with.

She was breathing hard and moving her hips rhythmically when the orgasm surged within her. She held her eyes closed so she wouldn’t be looking anyone in the face when she was in the throws of orgasmic spasms. She let out a cry as it happened, and felt her body doing little involuntary sit ups as the waves washed over her. She rode the pleasure for a minute more, then shut off the vibrator. It was over.

All at once the sisters spoke in unison. “We welcome our new sister.”

Hannah motioned to Julie to stand. She walked to Julie and closed her robe for her. “Stand with us now in the circle of trust.”

Julie took her place as a Delta. She looked at her 3 pledge mates and found her self a little turned on thinking that now she was going to watch their faces in orgasm.

Amy was next. Hannah walked to her and handed her a rabbit type vibrator and repeated the same instruction she had given Julie.

“Amy, you are a much loved pledge and we welcome you as a sister. You will show us your face in orgasm, and be one of us forever.”

Julie saw the look of panic on Amy’s face and felt for her.

Amy took the toy from Hannah and whispered some thing. Hannah smiled and knelt down next to Amy. “I will get you started, it’s really quite easy.

Hannah assisted Amy with the controls as she had never used a toy before. Amy brought her knees up to her chest and Hannah turned on the vibrating “rabbit” part that would kiss Amy’s clit, and she activated the dildo part that would spin inside of Amy’s anxious pussy.

Hannah slowly inserted the toy into Amy’s wet hole and was pleased to feel it slide in so easily. She replaced her hand with Amy’s and stepped back to watch. Amy couldn’t believe how good this felt. The dildo was long and thick and the spinning inside of her was amazing. As she went deep the clit attachment hit the right spot and sent shivers up her spine as she responded with a gasp. She glanced around and saw several sisters touching themselves as they watched. Amy then closed her eyes and fucked herself with the rabbit in front of 22 sorority sisters.

She was having a hard time cuming with an audience. She kept fucking herself hard, legs spread wide. She used her hand as well to rub her clit, as that was how she was most used to masturbating. Try as she may, she wasn’t cuming.

Hannah could see the frustration on her face. Motioning to another sister, Hannah got down on the floor next to Amy. She and her helper each took a nipple into their mouths and began sucking gently. Amy opened her eyes and was instantly turned on by the sight and sound of these two women assisting her. Shortly after Amy grunted and let out a cry of such pleasure Hannah giggled. “Oh my God I’m cuming…..” was all Amy could muster.

Amy was brought to her feet and her robe tied. She took her place next to Julie and heard the group say, “We welcome our new sister.”

Hannah glanced at Carlie. This would be easy. Carlie already was glistening on her inner thighs and her nipples were hard as rock. She was totally shaved, and her big tits were lovely to look at. Because she was so ready and willing to please Hannah decided she would take care of Carlie herself.

Hannah said the introductory words, then she knelt between Carlie’s legs and began to lick her wet slit. Carlie couldn’t believe her luck. She had always been bi-curious, and thought Hannah was beautiful. Looking down now at Hannah’s long blonde hair and her hands holding her thighs apart was heaven.

It didn’t take 5 minutes of Hannah tonguing her pussy and asshole before Carlie was writhing on the floor in orgasm. “Lick my fucking pussy, make me cum” she cried as she arched her back and saw her sisters smiling down at her. Some of the girls standing were now naked and touching each other, not just themselves.

Hannah pulled Carlie to her feet and kissed her deeply. Carlie loved tasting herself on Hannahs sweet, full, sensual lips. Carlie took her place and heard her sisters welcome her.

Only Gina remained. Hannah had intentionally left her for last, there was going to be hell to pay. Who was this insolent bitch to show up clothed for this sacred ceremony, she thought to herself. If Gina wanted to stand in the circle, she was going work for it. Maybe even humiliate herself. She would learn to do as told quickly.

Hannah gave her short speech and told Gina to stand up. Gina did so, and Hannah quickly disrobed her.

“Why aren’t you naked?” she hissed at Gina.

Gina’s face flushed red. “I, I didn’t know…”

“Shut up” Hannah spat. “If you want to be a sister this night you will take off those grandma panties and that bra NOW.”

Gina quickly did as instructed, mortified that all of these girls could see her flab. She covered her large breasts and unshaven mound with her hands as best she could.

Hannah laughed at her. “Put your hands to your sides, girl. And bend over.”

Gina did so, panicked as to what Hannah was going to do to her. Within seconds she found out as Hannah spanked her ass, and hard. She hit her 24 times, one for each sister she had disrespected. Gina was screaming out in the end, tears of pain and humiliation rolling down her cheeks. Hannah instructed her next to get on her knees.

“You will now crawl on your knees to each pussy in this room, and lick it 5 times. Do it now!”

All robes were instantly dropped to the floor. Gina went crying to each pussy, and gave her licks. Some were so wet that by the end of 24 girls her face was dipping with cunt juice. Gina started to apologize when Hannah grabbed her by the hair savagely.

“NOW you will cum, you insolent bitch. You get no toys, no help. You will lay on that floor, spread your legs and finger yourself for as long as it takes. We’re not leaving until we see your chubby face twisted in orgasm.”

Gina couldn’t imagine how she was going to do this. Her ass hurt, her face was sticky and she was feeling an inch tall. She considered running away and never coming back. However, the prestige of being a Delta was what she wanted. She laid down on the floor and spread her legs.

She began to masturbate furiously when Hannah slapped her face. “Open your eyes!! You do not get the privilege of closing them. You will look at each face and let them see your humiliation!”

To make matters worse, Hannah drew all of the girls in close, so that Gina felt smothered. All eyes were on her as she rapidly fingered herself with her legs splayed wide open. Finally her clit responded and the orgasm came. Gina grunted and groaned, and felt her eyes roll back into her head. She lay back on the floor, spent. Hannah gave her pussy one last slap for good measure. She was allowed to take her place as a Delta. She had earned it.

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The Sauna

Heather wiped the sweat off her damp face with a small white towel while accompanying her work out partner back to the locker room. Having been her exercise buddy for the past year, Ashley knew her well and understood her need for encouragement, thus congratulating her on a good set.

They decided that in honor of their 1 year “fitness anniversary” they would treat themselves to a private sauna followed by frozen yogurt. Affording it would be no problem of course, being that they were both extremely successful despite their ages.

The man at the counter didn’t give a second glance when they purchased the private sauna for 2 time slots. After all this was a very classy, upscale sports club and no assumptions of any kind were to be made about any guests. The funny thing was, a great number of guests did in fact enjoy “renting out” the totally private luxury saunas for hours at a time. And in all actuality everyone, both employee and guest was quite aware of the private sauna possibilities.

Heather and Ashley had no such intention however and truly were just wanting to celebrate their year of hard work together. Back in the locker room they undressed, toweled up, and headed for the match to their key: PS7 (private sauna 7). Ashley unlocked the windowless door and held it open for Heather who stepped inside, holding her towel on her body up with both hands. They found themselves in a teeny tiny entryway to yet another door, this time with a window which opened with the same key. This next room was the sauna…. a great beautiful wooden room with thick long benches attached to the walls. Ah, what a treat!! Heather made a comment about how they deserved it; her friend agreed.

With that Ashley released an enormous groan as she stretched her arms upward and outward then let them fall at her sides. Heather, feeling a little self-conscious (although enjoying the luxury of a private sauna) sat on a bench and stiffly leaned in a sitting position against a wooden paneled wall, closing her eyes. Ashley, being somewhat of an exhibitionist and determined to enjoy the privacy she had helped pay for (and wanting to make her friend feel at ease) let her towel fall to the floor. Deep down, a part of her really wanted to see Heather naked, not so much to compare to her own body, but just to see what she really looked like without all of those baggy clothes. She felt pretty sure that she had awesome legs b/c even with the baggy shorts, she could see how tan and smooth and muscular they were, at least from the lower thigh down.

Heather tried desperately not to pop her eyes open as she heard the sound of Ashley’s towel crumpling onto the wooden floor. The next sounds she heard were of her friend adjusting her body onto the wooden bench across from her and laying down followed by another relaxed moan.

Heather took this opportunity to glance sideways through slightly slit eyes over at Ashley’s incredible body. She was truly amazed. Never had she realized just how well that woman took care of herself. Her lightly bronzed skin was taut, slick, and shiny over her perfect form. Little beads of sweat hung carefully at every crevice. Her blond hair, thick and healthy hung hot and limp off the side of the bench. With her eyes closed, she was nearly the image of an angel. Wondering if perhaps, her companion was asleep, she took the opportunity to shed her own towel, but very slowly, watching cautiously, so as not to awaken her friend. She took a moment to revel in this newfound freedom, this daring, totally exposed feeling of nakedness…. nakedness in front of another person! Her body began to increase a little in temperature, and in the depth of her mind she wondered some if perhaps it wasn’t just the heat of the sauna affecting her.

Ashley felt goosebumps as the feeling hit her that she was being stared at. Knowing there was only one more person in the room, she opened her eyes very slowly not wanting to make Heather feel bad via catching her in the act. Many people, many times had stared at her body. She knew she was beautiful and she had come to accept it a long time ago.

As Ashley’s eyes began to open, Heather had a slight feeling of panic. It would be foolish to re-dawn the towel at this point b/c it would make her discomfort all too obvious and thus add an aire of immaturity to the whole situation. The last thing she wanted to do was create weirdness between her friend and confidant. So instead she placed her entire bottom on the bench and awkwardly laid down, hands on her stomach.

Finding a quick excuse for having opened her eyes Ashley recovered the shock of seeing Heather naked by turning her body over onto her stomach and saying something about how great it felt.

Her friend nodded acquiescence and replied with some sort of comment about how perhaps the sweat loss could help her lose a few pounds, following it with a short giggle. Ashley took this as her opportunity to take a slightly longer glance at her shy female friend.

“Actually” she told her looking up from the bench, “You have an incredible body.” Heather blushed, flattered yet embarrassed that her acquaintance had in fact checked her out.

Heather thanked her quietly and responded by telling her partner that in fact “she” was the one with the amazing body. Ashley laughed, to which Heather felt slightly insulted. She really had meant that and wanted her to know she was sincere, so she began listing her partner’s assets: her hair, her breasts, her arms, and her tight ass. Truly, she really did have the most incredible breasts Heather could have imagined.

Ashley hesitated at the sudden eagerness in her friend’s voice. Not knowing where it came from but wanting to keep her comfortable, she piped back in with her own admirations. Now was her chance to be completely open and honest with Heather about the body parts she had always admired on her! Heather’s eyes grew wider by the word as Ashley went into a very detailed and explicit description of what she considered to be her companion’s best assets. These included but were not limited to: her face, her red hair, her stomach, her thighs, her legs and her back… god what a beautiful, graceful, feminine back!!

Before they knew it there they were, two women standing up next to one another like teenagers and comparing body parts from head to toe. Who had the bigger breasts? Who had the best ass? Etc. Etc. It was when they got to legs that things started to feel a little different. They were in the process of laughing at themselves when Heather’s eyes locked onto Ashley’s honey-colored mound. “May I ask you a personal question?” she inquired. Ashley nodded. Heather then probed about why she shaved there and whether or not it was for sexual reasons. Her answer was straight forward and honest. She simply felt sexier that way, and liked the way it felt to touch. Heather herself hadn’t ever done it, although she had considered it. Upon explaining that, Ashley took Heather by surprise by asking if she would like to touch it. The young redhead surprised herself by coming out with a pretty eager sounding yes!

Ashley was still trying to be casual about the whole thing, but as Heather’s hand reached out and the fingertips met the short cropped hair, her breathing became a little staggered. Hearing a slight gasp from her buxom blonde friend as she felt the soft, short, silken hairs beneath her fingertips, Heather suddenly felt a twinge of excitement come over her. In fact, she realized with increased awe that she was actually feeling aroused, so much that she could hardly stand it! Never had she felt this way before!

Not wanting to lose the moment and feeling a sudden urgency to please she took an opportunity and allowed her fingertips to travel along the curves of short hair until they reached the opening of the valley. Ashley surprised her by letting her bottom fall quickly onto the bench beneath her and spreading her legs. She was getting very hot!

Not believing what she was doing but too afraid to stop, Heather took it to the next level by getting down on her knees. So many times she had wondered what it would be like. What would it feel like, taste like, to pleasure another woman this way? Could she do a good job? Now was her chance to know! Parting the hidden valley with her newly moistened fingertips she leaned forward, positioning her face in between her partner’s strong bronzed thighs. Closing her eyes, she lightly shot her tongue outward, quickly reaching pink passion. The feel of the soft, silken wetness against her tongue caused sudden droplets of her own juices to begin flowing down her inner thighs. The feeling caused her to lick more passionately, as if she were kissing a lover after a long time away.

Ashley began to moan with pleasure, her lips pressed tightly together as if savoring a delightful food item. “Mmmmmmmm.” As she continued to probe with her tongue, her hands maneuvered their way up the delicious body of her counterpart, ceasing at the lower curves of her breasts. The massaging of her delectable breasts encouraged greater amounts of thick wetness to come dribbling out between her luscious lips. As she began to manipulate and fondle the breasts more firmly, she increased the movement of her tongue and began to thrust it inside a little harder and deeper. Each flicker now brought on greater volumes of noise, filling the sound proof sauna. Sweat soaked the two beautiful women from head to toe, the slick legs of one wrapping around the neck of the other. Heather, so delighted at the increased moans and physical display of her partner, was overjoyed when suddenly her face was bathed in love liquid.

Ashley cried out at the pleasure of an extraordinary climax; had she ever felt so alive? No way would she leave things as they were now. Grabbing Heather’s arms, her face still lathered with juices, she gently pushed her backwards, moving her legs out from beneath her and lying her onto the hot wooden floor. The heat against her back and ass aroused her to greater extremes. Her fluids dripped onto the wood flowing freely. She was now way beyond the wondering stage of why she was doing this; now she just couldn’t get enough! Ashley gently inserted two fingers into the bushy, dark red entrance of her slick and moistened valley. Heather responded with a quiet, erotic “Oh.” Accepting the warm invitation, she carefully probed further and deeper, until she had only the knuckles left out. More “Ohs” followed as she began moving her fingers slowly in and out, between the satiny sheen thighs of her exotic aroused partner. She began to hasten her thrusts, and started making them harder and more forceful with all the depth she could conjure. She used her other hand to firmly caress Heather’s aching, arching body, feeling every curve, every contour, slick and wet with sweat and passion.

Knowing she could never bring her to zenith with merely two fingers, she filled in the extra space with one, then two more, filling the voluptuous red-head completely, and causing her to cry out ecstatically with pleasure. The squelching sound of most of her hand smooshing in and out brought forth a new batch of wetness from Ashley. She leaned up briefly to give Heather a long luxurious and lustful kiss and proceeded to straddle her face with her dripping potion. The crimson haired maiden graciously accepted the gift and, using both hands to grasp her thighs, eagerly ate of the forbidden fruit. Ashley continued to thrust with greater and greater force into Heather’s thick, soft, luscious depths. Leaning forward she began licking and then suckling Heather’s pink, moist love button, to which she surrendered with wild abandonment.

As the sounds of goddess-like moans grew close to an ultimate peak, Ashley knew it was time to take it all the way home. Suddenly, and without warning, she plunged, with full force her hand into Heather’s open and soaked depths. Heather cried out in shock with painful pleasure. The fulfillment rocked her inside and out; she arched her body in anxious reply. As she did, the wet warm cry at Ashley’s pink folds tightened and flexed with each curling of Heather’s tongue, which lapped furiously.

As the blond vixen’s feminine hand approached maximum thrusting speed, and the acceleration overflowed beyond all capable levels, both women closed their eyes at the sudden brightness. Their intense screams shattered around them and Ashley collapsed onto her very special sauna mate, both of them quivering in ecstasy and delight.

Breathing heavily and sweating profusely, their sweat soaked bodies warmed the hot sauna. Well into their 2nd time slot, they knew it would be time to go soon. Heather began to wonder if she should be ashamed. There they were, completely bare, and sweating. Who was going to speak first? What would they say when they did? Then, to her surprise, her golden haired companion rolled onto her side next to her, and looked into her eyes. Cupping her chin in a sticky, fragrant female hand, she brought Heather’s face up to meet hers and kissed her tenderly, longingly, lovingly.

It was then that she knew that things had only just begun between them.

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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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Exposing All

When I left the University I had a degree in photography, and I looked forward to becoming a full- time professional.

What I hadn’t counted on was that for each job, there were at least twenty qualified applicants. And my sex was definitely a hindrance, too, as they seemed to favor male photographers. I became disheartened and desperate, until I met Tish…

She was an upcoming model and we became fast friends. It was she who suggested I should take some glamour shots of her and try to sell them to men’s magazines. She reckoned that being a woman was an asset in glamour photography.

I hired a studio and while Tish got changed I set up the changing room dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt, but it was a very different Tish who came out. Talk about sexy, black fishnet stockings, black lacy panties, a frilly lacy suspender belt and high heeled shoes, a long string of pearls around her neck, dangling over her breasts.

“Like it?” she purred, pursing her lips as she crossed the room. “Do you think they’re sexy enough?”

I whistled in appreciation. She really was a beautiful woman with soft breasts, and a smell of sweetness. If I were a man, I would gave jumped on her right there and then. God!

She climbed onto the bed and posed, crouched on all fours. I focused the camera and began taking pictures.

She smiled, pushed out the tip of her tongue and held it between her teeth. I felt a strange thrill shooting through my body as I imagined her tongue flicking lightly over my clit.

It was such a strange thought for me to entertain that I felt myself blushing. Thankfully, Tish didn’t notice. I shot three rolls of film before she said: “I’ll take my panties off, and you can shoot me while I am taking them off.”

She stood up and hooked her thumb inside her panties, her face a mask of teasing invitation. She inched the wispy black lace down slowly, revealing her thick curly pubes. I could see her sweet lips through her hair, soft lips. Then, turning around, she bared her peachy little ass before lying down on the bed, what a shot that was, and she began to lie down and drawing up her knees. Languidly, she pulled her panties down her stockinged-thighs to her ankles before deftly hooking them over her high-heeled shoes.

Kneeling on the bed, she licked her fingers and caressed her nipples until they were hard and thrusting. They must have been almost an inch long, and the sight of them began to make my pussy juicy with a tingly sensation.

Then, cupping her hands under her breasts, she squeezed the firm flesh, blatantly offering them to me.

I pressed the shutter, my eyes were drinking in the sight, and my cunt was getting wetter and wetter. I have never taken photos of a nude woman, no less, watch one erotically in front of me.

I was feeling turned on. I’d never envisaged fancying another woman and I felt embarrassed and hoped she wouldn’t notice me, but by now she must have noticed my jeans, wet, God am I hot.

Then I told her: “Turn around and we’ll do a few ass shots.” Hopefully this would take my mind off of her tits and cunt, and hopefully she would not notice my wet crotch.

She crouched on all fours facing the other way, and wiggled her bottom invitingly. I moved around her, watching the muscles rippling under the soft flesh of her thighs.

“Look back over your shoulder,” I ordered. “Now, look vulnerable, startled. As if someone’s just crept up behind you and slapped your ass… like this!” As I slapped her ass across both cheeks, and she bit her lips, looking at me with a strange expression in her eyes. I clicked the camera again and she began really performing!

Lying face down, she spread her legs wide apart and writhed around on the bed. I looked down at her squirming body and suddenly realized that my crotch was no longer the only thing wet, but so was my pants leg.

I resisted the temptation to spank her inviting ass again and took some more shots. Standing over her on the bed, she turned around and knelt at my feet, her pouting lips parted. Slowly her tongue came out and flicked at an imaginary cock, backwards and forwards, with slavish devotion.

My cunt was shielded from her mouth only by the thin satin of my own panties and I wondered what would happen if I took off my jeans, with that tantalizing tongue only a mere two inches away! She must have noticed my cunt dripped through my jeans! The atmosphere was electric… and the film was finished!

I stepped onto the floor and she kept right on posing for me. She lay back on the bed, gripping her thighs in her hands, arching her body and jerking her hips. Her ass rose and fell against the bed, her face a picture of sensual lust.

Then her fingers wandered down to her clit and began to circle it. She began to squirm with excitement as the fingers of her other hand pushed into her juicy cunt. Suddenly she realized what she was doing, and her breasts heaved as she fought to control herself, blushing with embarrassment.

“Oh, I was getting so horny!” she grinned. “Sorry, I got carried away. Come on, it’s your turn now. Give me the camera. I’ll re-load it and then you can give me a show!”

“What do you mean? I’m the photographer.” I said.

“Oh, don’t be a spoilsport.” she replied.

“Don’t fall into that trap of thinking that all models are hare-brained. I’ve always intended going round to the other side of the camera once my modeling career starts to slip.”

I didn’t want to be ungrateful as she had so unselfishly agreed to pose for nothing, so I stripped off down to my boot and panties. God, my crotch was so wet…

Although I felt a flicker of apprehension, I put on a brave face, giving her little flashes of my pussy hair before I finally pulled my panties right down to the floor. Then I found I wanted to tease her, to see if I could do to her what she did to me.

I began to wriggle my ass, tracing over my skin with my long nails. I glanced over my shoulder to the camera lens, feeling her eyes exploring every inch of my body. I reveled in it, tingling from head to foot.

I watched her as she took the pictures, wondering what it would be like to run my hands over her tits, to feel the soft golden curls of her cunt. Did her cunt feel the same inside as mine?

Then I crouched on all fours like a bitch, quivering my hips as if I was being savagely fucked by a huge cock. I knew just how she felt now. You start pretending, but after awhile your pants and whimpers become real. My cunt seemed to be on fire, my whole body possessed of a strange life of its own, shaking as if cum was spurting deep into my slit.

I squatted astride an imaginary cock and swiveled my hips, circling round and round like a slow belly dancer.

I moved faster and faster, furiously rocking my hips from side to side as if scorching the skin of some cock. But the juice which was oozing out of my cunt wasn’t imaginary!

“Oooh, that’s fabulous!” squealed Tish snapping away.

I lay back and stretched out my legs, holding them high in the air, knowing that her yeses would be glued to my wet cunt.

My hands wandered down to my thighs, closer, closer to my pussy. I juts couldn’t hold myself to do it, to finger-fuck myself right there in front of her, to bring myself to an orgasm while she photographed me.

I pushed my fingers up inside my ass and began to pump them in and out. My breasts were burning and my face felt flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. She’s stopped taking pictures. What was she doing?

Then, with my body surging towards climax, every muscle quivering with anticipation of that longed for release, I felt her pressing her naked flash against mine.

Her tongue slipped into my mouth and she began squeezing my tits with one hand, her other hand cupped my crotch. My fingers found her clit as hers dipped into my cunt.

I was boiling over with excitement, the sensation of kissing and fondling another woman was driving me wild with passion.

Then she sprawled over me, her legs on each side of my head and her lips kissing at my hard clit. I gave her juicy cunt a loving lick as she gripped my face tightly between her warm thighs.

We wriggled with pleasure and sucked at each other’s cunt, squealing with delight as we drank one another’s juice. Then, pulling back my cunt lips, she pushed her tongue deep into my hole, quickly bringing me to a deliriously exciting orgasm.

I seized her juicy clit between my teeth and flicked it with my tongue, forcing cries of pleasure from her throat until her pussy was over-flowing, her oily juice trickling all over my face. Noisily, Tish nibbled my clit and my body was soon tingling to the thrill of another creaming.

Her sobs of pleasure mixed with my own, our flesh writhing and shaking in exquisite spasms as we twisted and rolled about on the bed. When we’d licked and sucked each other till our bodies were too weak to continue, we lay still for a long time.

I felt dazed, confused, embarrassed and ecstatic all at once. But all I could do was purr with pleasure. We couldn’t look at each other first, but then I took the initiative and tenderly kissed her.

“I just had to,” she told me. “Do you have any regrets?”

“None at all,” I replied, gently cupping her breasts in my hands.

I felt very relaxed, but she obviously wanted more. She held my face gently in her two hands and guided my lips to hers. They were soft, moist and warm and her tongue forced my mouth open to rape it and delve deep into the cavern of my throat. I felt myself melting and relaxing my nakedness against her, slumping low on the bed with my legs widely straddled.

We broke apart, gasping for breath, out lips moist with mingled salvia, smiling at each other. I could feel my pussy twitching and aching; tingling and oozing its juices as she put one arm around my shoulders and let her other hand drift over my glowing body. I didn’t feel uncomfortable or embarrassed anymore; in fact I felt far more relaxed that I had ever done when my boyfriends were making love to me.

Her fingers caressed the thick, dark curls of my pussy, making it twitch more than ever. By that time deep- throated groans were coming from my throat and I was tensing my thighs as I pushed them wider apart.

She snaked her middle finger up and down my burning slit, “Shall I fuck you with my tongue? Words can’t express how much I want to eat your pussy, suck your juices and lick you until you come.”

That first time had been hurried, but this time it felt as if we were making love in slow motion.

I gasped and snatched for breath, trying to relax, throwing my arms high behind my head, I thrust my pussy forward as she began to snake her tongue down through the thick forest of my cunt. Her fingers gently opened me up, spreading the lips and exposing the cherry red flesh underneath. I could feel her massaging the whole slimy area with the heel of one palm as she teased the inner folds with her tongue. When it was fully lubricated she sucked my erect clitty gently between her lips, and sucked it in and out of her mouth while she drove her forefinger deep into my hole.

“You’re so beautifully tight, dear,” she murmured, her voice muffled by my pussy flesh, “but try to relax so that I can get two fingers in and you’ll enjoy it all the more.”

I made a conscious effort to relax and felt the tip of another finger at my entrance. She licked harder on my clit, really lashing it with her tongue, catching its sensitive tip with every lash. I could feel lovely sensations washing over me and I wanted her to make me come.

I began to push hard on her fingers as I became more excited, ramming against her tongue and lips. The climax finally burst over me and she knew exactly the right moment to dig the other finger deep into my clutching, flooding cunt. She was still licking at the copious, creamy juices which oozed from my widening hole long after the wonderful orgasm had died away.

She put my hand on her breasts. It thrilled me to take her breasts, naked and full and firm, in the palms of my hands. I lowered my head to take each pert, erect, inflamed nipple into my mouth in turn. They felt very hot and tight as I squeezed them with my lips and sucked them deep, taking some of the soft milk flesh as well.

Once more she pulled my mouth onto hers and I could taste my own juices as we kissed, long and deep. I let my hand slid down over her belly until it could stroke and dabble, in her juicy slit. She stretched her legs out to their fullest extent. I had never dreamt that I would fine one so attractive. It was all wet and gaping; even the sparse curls which covered her flesh cunt lips were shinning with droplets of her sweet cream.

Lowering my head over her body I used my thumbs to open her cunt further, to gaze at its oiliness with the tight little red bud jutting out of the pink bed of flesh. The heady scent of clean femaleness wafted up to my nostrils as I bent lower and lower.

“Do it!” she groaned, pressing slightly on my head. “Please do it!” I flashed out my tongue, tasting her.

It made me feel sexier than ever – and bolder. Running my tongue round my lips to moisten them I softly clamped my mouth on the most sensitive part of her pussy. She groaned, thrusting her sopping wet cunt flesh into my mouth so that it felt full and her juices slopped from the corners of my lips.

I felt her squirming around under me so that she was lying with her head directly under my own fanny and her tongue was stretched out to pierce my cunt!

Sucking harder on her clit, I pushed my own down hard on her mouth and we began to eat each other, ravenously, with complete abandon, like two rutting bitches in fuckin’ heat!

She stretched me wide open and licked back and forth along my slit, tickling my thighs with her soft dark hair. My own legs ached with the tension and I bobbed harder, lashing at her firm clitty. God was it gooooood!

I felt my stomach trembling as lights flashed before my eyes; sounds roared through my head and a whirlpool of gusty, beautiful spasms swept me along to the peak of climax. I hope she was cumming too, so that we could experience the togetherness at the same time.

I pushed two and then three fingers into her slippery hole and felt it clutching on them tightly, I knew then that she was cumming too. She went wild as she reached her peak; writhing and clawing and mumbling.

Grabbing at my ass cheeks, she pushed me down her body until my convulsing pussy was directly over her own. She bounced me up and down as though she was trying to make me fuck her, clawing madly at my tits at the same time, pulling at my nipples.

“Ride me, baby!” she groaned. “Ride me!”

At last she calmed down and we knelt together, holding each other close, and kissing, tasting each other’s juices, tenderly holding each other’s bodies as though we were each a piece of fragile china.

She flopped back on the bed, spreading her thighs again, and opening up her lovely cunt. “I want you to bring me off with your lovely tits,” she said quietly. “I’ll hold my pussy open and you nestle your nipples in the slit. Rub your nipple hard against my clitty. I know it will be beautiful for us both.”

Snaking a hand under my body, she pressed one of my tits and I felt a quiver of excitement inside the heavy globe of flesh as she pushed my nipple hard against her clit! She rocked back and forth under me, and I took up the rhythm, pressing my tit into her wet valley. It felt smooth with excitement. I could see bubbles of her juices gathering on the slopes of my tits as we both became more and more excited.

She began to breathe very heavily and writhed madly under me so that I had to gasp her thighs viciously to keep in contact with her cunt. She was lost in the wild throes of orgasm and I could feel her cunt flesh clutching at my tits. The steady pulsing was like a vast mouth sucking at my tits, bringing me off as never before through my tits!

The photos were terrific and I had no trouble selling them to a men’s magazine. Well, that’s how I became a glamour photographer – and a lover of female flesh at the same time!

Until next time… try eating some pussy, even if it’s your female friend…

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