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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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Girls Night Out

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes…” Kim answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” Michele and I answered in unison.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Three Horny Girls

Shawn was the first to arrive at the resort. She wore a short, tight red skirt that revealed her slender, caramel legs and her perfectly shaped ass. Her ample breasts nearly poured out of her low cut, sleeveless white blouse. Her red pumps were nearly eight inches tall. She checked herself in and sat down in the lobby. She began to reminisce on the conversation she had had with her two best friends the weekend before. “I can’t wait to see you guys. I can’t believe it has been two years since we have seen each other,”she had remembered telling Lisa and Renae on the phone. The girls had each landed jobs in different states right after college graduation, and hadn’t seen each other since. They were really looking forward to their week together.

“Damn, I am twenty minutes early,” thought Shawn, “I can barely wait to see my girls.” Just then, a beautiful, chocolate complexioned young woman walked through the door of the lobby. “Shit, that’s Lisa,” thought Shawn, “When did she get so fine?” Lisa was wearing tight fitting black leather black pants and a spaghetti strapped black tank with black heels. Shawn jumped from her seat to greet her friend, but to her surprise, another young woman walked through to door. “Great,” she thought, “Renae has perfect timing.”

“She looks so hot in those white stretch jeans and that blue spandex top.” The girls greeted each other in the center of the lobby, hugged and headed to find their room. They had decided to share a room, they thought it would be cheaper and more fun to bunk together.

When they entered their room, they were delighted to find a large Jacuzzi and huge king sized bed waiting for them. They decided the first thing they would do would be trying out the beautiful Jacuzzi. “I’ve got an idea,” said Shawn. “Do you girls remember how we used to skinny dip in college? We could do that now for old times sake. How ’bout it?” Lisa and Renae agreed that it might be fun so they stripped off their clothes and hopped in the Jacuzzi.

“Can I tell the two of you something,” asked Renae. She couldn’t wait for an answer, so she made her comment before the girls could reply. “You both have the sexiest tits I have ever seen,” continued Renae. “For as long as I can remember, I’ve dreamed of putting them in my mouth and teasing your nipples with my tongue.”

“I’ve always wanted to fuck both of you. I hope I haven’t offended you.” Lisa and Shawn were in shock. They had been feeling the same way about Renae and about each other. “Babygirl,” said Shawn, “the last thing I am is offended.”

“I have been wanting you and Lisa and I have been fantasizing about it.”

“Me too,” admitted Lisa. “So what’s next? We gonna fuck or what,” asked Renae.

Lisa sat on Renae’s lap facing her. She gently caressed both of Renae’s breasts and then took the swelling peeks into her mouth. Renae asked Shawn if she would come closer so that she could fondle her tits while Lisa was sucking on hers. “How about we take turns finger fucking each other,” said Shawn. “That’s a good idea,” agreed Lisa and Renae. The girls arranged themselves in a side-by-side position in the Jacuzzi so that they would have access to each others moistened, pulsating pussies. They started with one finger, then two, then three. “Oh this shit feels so good,” thought each of the girls as they fingered each other to an overwhelming orgasm. As their bodies begin to recover, they looked at each other and smiled. “That was fucking fantastic,” Lisa declared in a breathy voice. “I’m ready for more.”

The girls decided to head towards the bed so that they could have a little more fun. Renae lay on her back on the bed. Lisa and Shawn positioned themselves on top of Renae so that each girl would have a cunt to eat. Lisa was straddling Renae’s face and Shawn had her face buried in Renae’s pussy. Shawn’s ass was in Lisa’s face, giving Lisa full access to Shawn’s pussy from behind. “Damn, I never knew a pussy could be so sweet,” said Lisa, as Shawn’s juices began to run down her chin. “Oh, I think I’m gonna cum,” Shawn moaned, lifting her head from Renae’s cunt. “Oh please make me cum. Fuck me with your sweet tongue.” As soon as the words left Shawn’s mouth, all three girls experienced the most powerful climax they had ever had.

“Well,” said Shawn, ‘I want to taste Lisa’s pussy now.” The girls changed positions and this time Lisa and Shawn got in 69 position. Renae lay beside the girls on the bed and started to play with her own pussy. “Oh yeah,” moaned Renae. “Eat that pussy good girls and after you cum, I’m gonna lick the sweet juices from both of your pussies. Then I want one of you to finger fuck me in my pussy and the other one to finger fuck me in the ass.” Lisa and Shawn were thrilled about the idea, but neither of the girls lifted their heads from the wet cunts they were licking. Shawn sucked Lisa’s clit gently, then harder. Then she licked her pussy lips like a kitten lapping it’s milk form a bowl. Lisa was doing the same to Shawn, and Renae, well she was getting to know herself a little better.

The girls continued this was for a while, until all of them had had massive orgasms. Then Lisa and Shawn granted Renae her request to be finger fucked her in her pussy and ass.

Afterwards, the three were exhausted. They settled down and masturbated each other to sleep, each girl thinking of the “fun” they would have for the next week.

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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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Ooops I Lost My Bikini Bottom

I might as well quit!

I sat in the changing room of my boss’s pool house, face in my hands, crying to myself. I had been half way up the pool’s ladder, just the lower half of my legs in the water when the hip ties of my bikini came undone. I hadn’t felt it at first and continued my climb. But the breeze on my exposed sex and the hoot from several of the guys in the pool let me know I was in trouble.

I had tried to put it back in place but all I could do was hold the fabric against my pubic hairs. I ran for the change room and here I sat, crying.

“Shannon, open the door.”

It was the boss’s wife Sharon, asking again to let her in.

“Shannon, hun, come on. Bill’s taken the rest of them inside.”

I leaned over and undid the lock, sitting back down with the towel over my lap. Sharon slipped in, closed the door, and locked it. She put her arms around me and I cried into her shoulder. I’m not a terribly innocent child but there were plenty in the pool that I didn’t want to see my pussy.

Sharon whispered into my hair, stroking my shoulders and back. It felt nice.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sssh, no need for apologies, it was just an accident. One that few are going to forget but still just an accident.”

I looked up into her face and saw her smile. I gave a little laugh too. I pounded one fist onto my knee “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

Sharon gave me another hug. “Quit killing yourself. The guys all got excited, some of the girls too I think and the gals that didn’t, well, they gave their guys a good thump!”

Another chuckle.

“In fact, I don’t Bruce is going to get any from his wife for some time to come. She’s so mad, the water turned to steam around her!”

Sniff and laugh.

Sharon leaned down, perhaps to kiss my forehead but I had turned my face up to thank her. Her kiss fell nearly on my lips. She pulled her head back but kept her hands on my shoulders. I just smiled and sniffed again.

“Thanks.” I said. Sharon kept looking at me, strange. Then her pressure on my shoulders increased and she drew me towards her, her lips gently falling on mine and holding me there. I closed my eyes and sighed. Slowly Sharon increased her lip pressure until our lips parted and tongues began to caress.

Sharon suddenly pulled back. “I’m sorry Shannon.” And she made to get up. I grabbed her hands. “No, no, its okay…it felt nice.”

Sharon stared down at me again, searching my eyes. I pulled her hands down and lay them on my chest, the thin fabric of my bikini top the only thing separating us. Sharon shivered. She knelt down in front of me her hands gliding over my breasts, the fingers teasing the rising mounds there.

“Shannon, it’s been so long.” She was shaking. I put my hands on her face and drew our lips together again. When we finally parted I asked, “What do mean it’s been so long?”

“I’ve had female lovers before Shannon, but it’s been years.” Her hands never stopped and I discovered that one of my breasts was exposed. “We use to have such wild times Shannon, Bill and I. We were quite the swingers. But age crept up on us.”

“Nonsense!” I said, coming my fingers through her thick wavy hair, fingers sliding over ear lobes and neck. “You are very beautiful!”

Sharon bent lower and kissed my nipple. I pulled her head onto my breast and she began to suckle me. I closed my eyes, tilted my head bad, lips slightly parted and moaned. Her fingers kept busy and she was able to free the other breast. Her mouth paid attention to that nipple too.

The towel was pulled off my lap and her fingers slid over my bush.

“I saw this in the pool and I my mouth watered from the memory.” Sharon whispered into my chest. I shuffled my ass forward, nearly off the bench and Sharon crouched lower, her tongue sliding over me. She explored me, like a lover returning to the scene, she picked her way through familiar territory until I was begging her to let do her.

But Sharon remained there between my legs, expertly licking, eating, and sucking me. And when her fingers entered my wet hole, I cried out just a little. Sharon ran her tongue hard against my clit, strong slow strokes while fingering me madly. The combination of speeds drove me wild and suddenly my cunt clamped down on her fingers and I came.

Sharon continued to clean me. “My turn.” I gasped.

“No time right now sweetie, we have to get you into the house. But will you promise to stay?”

“Yes, yes, of course I will.”

Sharon helped me get my top rearranged and knelt to my side to tie the bikini bottoms, giving one of my cheeks a playful nibble. I slipped up the stairs when we entered the house to get my clothes on. When I came back down, everyone was gathered in the entertainment room. The guys leered, a few of the wives scowled, but over at the bar, Sharon was whispering into Bill’s ear. He turned to her as if shocked. She rose up on her toes and gave him a big wet kiss.

Sharon slid back down, smiling up at him. Bill passed his tongue over his lips and his eyes grew wide. He turned and stared at me. Sharon waved me over.

I sat on the stool in front of the bar and nearly laughed at the biggest grin on Bill’s face. “What can I get for you Shannon?” he asks.

“I have a pretty good idea.” whispered Sharon and she playfully slid her hand along my thigh as she walked away to join the party.

“Really?” Bill asked, handing me a drink.

“Really.” I answered, winked and turned to the party myself. I hoped it wasn’t going to be too long before the other guests left.

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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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