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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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Its Not Lipstick

I have known Alice for a long time, since I was only twelve. I just turned eighteen and I started college already. I’m going to a junior college and living with my folks, to save some money and because I don’t know what I want to study yet. Alice lives by herself. She is about thirty. She divorced her husband and moved into our apartment building. We liked each other right away. I found it easier to talk to her than to my mother, in fact.

Alice has long blonde hair and green eyes. She dresses very nicely but in a conservative manner. She teaches at a Christian private school so that must be why. I still ask her about makeup and clothes, what she thinks of mine. She is more like a friend than just a neighbor.

That all changed one day when she knocked on our apartment door. It was late in the afternoon but my folks had still not come home from work. “Connie,” she said, her beautiful green eyes full of tears, “I am so sorry.”

“What, what is it Alice?” I said pulling her into our apartment.

She held out a small box. “I opened your mail by mistake. I was sure it was the makeup I ordered from QVC. It wasn’t though, and then I looked at the label and saw your name. I am so sorry.”

“That’s okay, Alice,” I said. “No harm done. Let me see.” I took the box from her and realized immediately what it was.

“When I took it out, I thought it was lipstick.”

“No, it’s not lipstick, silly. It’s a vibrator.”

She looked at me with her beautiful face one big question mark. I had ordered a mini vibrator off the web and it came with a plain label, very unsuspicious, from Blahblah Research. I had ordered from them before and never aroused any suspicions from my parents. Of course, I usually got the mail before they got home. “It’s too small to be a vibrator,” she said skeptically.

“No, it is a special purpose vibrator. It’s not the kind you see in WalMart, for your back. It’s designed just for your clit.”


I knew she was naïve. I also knew that she did not have a boyfriend. Neither did I and I understood her completely. It’s not just the STD’s; boys are flaky and stupid and they talk too much. I had never met one that impressed me for more than the space of time it took for him to open his mouth. Alice, of course, worked in that very stuffy school and she had had a bad time of it with her marriage. I had just assumed that she pleased herself as I did, even though we had never talked about it.

“Well, you have a vibrator, don’t you?”

“Connie, I have no idea what you are talking about. I thought vibrators were used for massages, for atheletes.”

I laughed and pulled the little gem out of the box. “You are kidding, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not. That thing is too small. See what I mean? It looks like a libstick.”

“C’mon back here, to my room.” I motioned for her to follow me. When I got to my room, I opened my closet and pulled out a shoe box from the bottom of the stack. I opened the lid and showed her my collection. I had the standard issue, one shaped like a cock, and a strap-on butterfly that I wore to concerts sometimes, just for fun. I reached inside and pulled out a battery. I popped it into my new mini and turned it on. “You’ve seen these before, right?”

“No, Connie, and I’m tired of your asking. I led a sheltered life, even after I was married. Tell me or I’ll beat the crap out of you,” she said, laughing and pushing me playfully.

I looked at her like a teacher would look at a student, feigning authority. “They are for pleasing yourself, for getting yourself off, for having orgasms without worrying whether or not the man is going to come before you do and leave you in the lurch, horny and frustrated.”

A look of understanding dawned on her face. “Wow,” she said quietly, picking up the one shaped like a man’s penis, my least favorite, but okay for special occasions, like Halloween. She turned the dial and felt it hum in her hand. “Why do they need to vibrate?”

A good question, actually, and one I didn’t exactly understand myself. “I don’t know, Alice, but I know that it works. Put one of these babies in the right place and let it vibrate, and you will come. It’s heavenly and very therapeutic.” I smiled and she looked like she understood. “You just use your fingers?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I didn’t know there was another way. Why is this new one so small?”

“It’s just for the clitoris.”

“How do you use it?”

I smiled. “Well, I would show you but you might not like that.”

“Connie, you’ve known me for a long time. We’ve had a lot of serious talks. Why don’t you trust me now?”

“Fine,” I said, sitting on my bed. I was wearing shorts and a tee shirt with no bra, just relaxing after school. I spread my legs and raised my feet up so that only the toes of my sneakers touched the floor. I put the tip of the humming vibrator, or lipstick as Alice called it, between my legs. The tip of the vibrator touched the cloth of my shorts right above my hooded clit. I jumped a little, surprised at the intensity of the vibration. It was more concentrated than any of my other vibrators. I moved it slowly down my clit until I found the exact spot that I knew very well.

I had forgotten all about Alice at that point. I closed my eyes and felt the heat sweep up from my clit, across my belly, swelling my breasts and making my nipples get really hard. She was standing there, noting all of the sensations that I was feeling, understanding very well what I was feeling, but amazed still at the speed with which I had achieved arousal. Later, when we talked about that frightening but very electric first experience, she told me how impressed she was with my understanding of my own needs and feelings.

The moisture from my cunt now made a spot on my panties and my shorts. She could see even more clearly how aroused I was. As the vibrations did their work, she saw me spread my legs even wider and then jump and howl as the first orgasm shook my body. She moved closer. “Connie, that is amazing. Did you come already?”

I opened my eyes and nodded, still throbbing from my new toy.

She reached out but pulled her hand back. “How do you know where to put it, Connie?”

I shrugged. “Just practice, I guess.”

“Can you show me where to put it?”

I nodded and wholly aroused and hot, not caring about any consequences, took the edge of my shorts and panties and moved them away from my throbbing cunt. With my left hand, I spread the lips of my pussy and pulled up, exposing my little clit, dripping with excitement. With my right hand, I put the tip of the new vibrator right on my clit and moved it very slowly. That was even more delicious. As the swells of my second orgasm starting washing over me, I moved the little toy faster and faster. My cunt opened up when I came and the air rushed in to my hungry pussy. I felt so hot all over my body that I thought I had broken out into a sweat.

When I looked up, Alice had moved very close to me. She was sitting next to me peering over my raised legs, watching my juices flow. “Wow. That was fabulous, Connie.” She giggled.

“What?” I said, still gasping for air as the orgrams subsided.

“Well, I was hoping you would show me where to put it on me, but thank you for showing me exactly where to stimulate you.” She smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

I laughed too. “Well, I’d be happy to show you Alice.” I turned off the new little vibrator.

She smiled again and stood up slightly, pulling her shorts and panties right off and letting them drop to the floor. She was wearing a tee shirt with no bra and I could see her nipples getting really hard. I knew that she was very full breasted, maybe a 38D or more, but I had no idea her nipples were so large. She must have been really excited because they poked at the soft material of her tee shirt like two hard knobs. She spread her legs and raised her feet so that the toes of her sneakers rested on the floor.

“You know, I always wondered if you were a real blonde, Alice, or if you had a really good hairdresser. Now I know for sure that you are the genuine article.”

She smiled and spread her legs wider. “Is this what you need for me to do?” She looked so innocent, even though she was more than ten years older than I was. I didn’t think about her age, though. I considered her my junior in the realm of vibrators. As she spread her legs, I could see her folds had already enlarged and she was wet.

“That’s nice,” I said, smiling at her large labia, “I mean, that’s what you need to do. Right.” I cleared my throat. I felt really excited for some reason, more than I ever felt by myself or with a boy. I realized that her smell, the aroma of her open sex was having a direct effect on my body. I could feel my breasts swelling and my sex, already wet, getting even wetter, come running down my white thighs as I knelt in front of Alice’s open cunt. I put the little vibrator in my mouth and sucked my juices off, moistening the tip and heating it with my mouth. She smiled at me as I turned it on.

I put the tip at the top of her bush. She didn’t have a big bush and it was very light. I wanted her to get used the strong vibrations. I didn’t want her to freak out. I moved it slowly down to where the hood covering her clitoris started. When I reached the top of her wet folds she closed her eyes and moaned. I don’t think she realized that she was groaning and spreading her legs even wider. She reached out and held on to her knees so that she could be as open as possible. I moved it slowly down to the end of the hood, where the inner labia start to make the top of her wings.

Her moaning grew even louder. She was feeling the vibrations strongly now on her clit. I looked up at her beatific face. She was licking her lips. When I pushed the tip under her hooded clit and started stimulating it directly, she fell back on the bed, opening herself even more to me. I moved it up and down, circling her clit and then honing in on the hottest spot. She shook and quivered and even yelled out so loud that I was afraid the neighbors would hear and call the cops. She was a screamer.

Her come was copious. She was so wet that she had already formed a puddle on my bed. I didn’t mind. I turned off the vibrator, knowing that her clit was probably way too sensitive after just coming. I wanted to reassure her, caress her, take the sting out of her grinding orgasm. I leaned forward and licked her cunt softly with my tongue flat, moving it from the bottom of her cunt all the way to the top.

“Oh, baby,” she said, very uncharacteristically. She looked down at me in surprise.

“I’m sorry, Alice,” I said, leaning back. “I don’t know what came over me. You just looked so beautiful when you came.”

“No, no,” she said leaning forward and putting both hands in my hair. “I love it. Please.” Her eyes pleaded. She couldn’t bring herself to ask me to continue licking her cunt, but her eyes couldn’t be more direct in her request.

“I’ve never done this before,” I told her, but she pulled my head toward her hot cunt, her eyes begging me. Her fragrance beckoned me and I opened my mouth as I moved toward her blonde pussy. My tongue found her clit. I tried to imagine what I would like for her to do to me. With the tip of my tongue hard and pointed I jiggled it back and forth over her slick clit. Then I sucked all of what I could of her large lips into my mouth, sucking hard and licking at the same time. She screamed again and held my face tight against her hot juicy cunt. I didn’t mind. I buried my tongue as deep as it would go, searching for her g spot. She pushed against me with her hips so hard that I could barely breathe. I started moving my tongue in and out of her cunt as fast as I could and I could taste her flowing juices. Her vagina opened up as she came again and her hands released their hold on my hair.

I pulled a gulp of air into my lungs. She had clasped her legs together as if she wanted to hold on to the sensation of my face between her legs sucking her juices out of her steaming cunt. God, I was excited. I pushed her legs down and climbed on top of her. I kissed her forehead, her neck and her ears. She searched for my mouth with her own and groaned when our lips connected. Our tongues darted out, competing to see which could go deeper into the other’s mouth. Her come was all around my mouth but she seemed to savor the taste of her own juices mixed with my tongue and lips.

I put either hand beside her and pushed up, looking down at her with a stern face. “Now it’s time for the student to take a test.”

“Why, what do you mean, teacher,” Alice said in her mock student’s voice.

I pulled my tee shirt over my head, exposing my small but perky breasts, my nipples standing hard and impertinent, like a challenge. I hopped up on my bed, my sneakers still on, laying my head on my pillows. As I slowly spread my legs, exposing my dark bush, thicker than hers but neatly trimmed for a bikini, I said, “Now, Alice, you find MY clit.” I pointed at the little vibrator.

“With pleasure, teacher dearest,” she said, smiling and pulling her tee shirt off.

“Wow,” I said with an open mouth, “you have great breasts. All I can say is your husband must have been one dumb fuck.”

“He wasn’t much of a fuck at all,” Alice replied, putting her palms under her full breasts and pushing them up so high that she could lick both of her hard nipples. “You turn me on much more than he EVER did,” she said, reaching for the vibrator.

Watching her lick her hard nipples made me wetter than ever. I raised my knees higher and opened my legs. I reached down and with my index fingers, pulled the top of my inner labia up, exposing my clit. It protruded, open and exposed and vulnerable, waiting for Alice to jazz it with my new toy. She leaned down. She put her mouth close to my cunt and breathed her warm breath with a focused blast right on my tender clit. “Oh, Alice,” I gasped. “That feels so good.” She smiled and brought the little vibrator close. She put its tip right on my engorged clitoris, moving it slowly first clockwise, then counter clockwise.

As her motions increased, I felt the wave of the first orgasm wash over me. I lost all sense of time and space and I slowly realized that the orgasm wasn’t stopping. As long as she kept moving the device over my swollen organ, I continued to throb and pulse and drip come. Finally I begged her to stop. “On one condition,” she said with an evil grin, her mouth close to my overwrought pussy.

“What? Anything.”

“Do me next.”

“Sure. You bet.”

“I want the one that looks like a dick.”

“You got it.” I couldn’t believe my staid neighbor was acting so wild. But I should have known. Preacher’s daughter. It’s those stuffy ones that go wild when they finally break out. She had been in such a lonely dry place for so long that she was going to get whatever she could. And I was going to help her. She turned off the little vibrator and started to lie on her back. “No, get on your hands and knees,” I instructed her as I got up to fetch the cock dildo from my shoebox. I loved telling her what to do. And she was such a willing slave.

As an afterthought I brought the box with all my toys to the bed. She turned to look at what I was doing. I put the vibrator shaped like a man’s penis in my mouth to warm it up. She smiled at me. “You don’t need to make it wet because I already am very. Wet.” She reached between her spread legs and moved her fingers in her open cunt. On her hands and knees her ass and cunt were completely open and exposed to me. She was completely vulnerable to my attentions.

I touched her already soft open cunt with just the tip of the cock head. I haven’t seen that many dicks but I think my dildo is above average size. It’s about seven inches long and about an inch and a half wide. I think most men would be happy to have a tool like that. Anyway, it fills me up so much that it is almost uncomfortable. As I said, I have to be in a special mood. Alice wiggled her butt a little as if begging me to insert the dildo. “What is it, dear?” I asked, still getting off on my older neighbor depending on me so wholly (pardon the pun).

“C’mon, Connie, stop fooling around. Fuck me with the dildo.”


“Please,” she groaned and wiggled her ass some more. She even opened her cunt lips with her hand and pushed her butt up in the air to open herself. “Please, Connie, pretty Connie, pretty please, fuck me, please.” She tossed her long blonde hair.

I slipped the end of the cock in her wet cunt. She gasped and moved her hand. I let it slide deeper and deeper into her cunt until I had barely enough to hold on to. I started moving it in and out slowly and her groaning grew louder and louder. I pulled it all the way out and let the tip rest on her throbbing clit until she looked around at me, her eyes asking, begging, but her mouth without words. I turned on the graduated vibration control until it was all the way up. She closed her eyes as the vibrations warmed up her clit. I pushed it all the way in and then pumped her cunt with the big dildo. She didn’t seem to have any problem with taking its full girth and length. I twisted it a little and increased the rhythm until her cries filled the room and made me wonder about the neighbors again. I stopped the pumping and angled the throbbing dildo against the front wall of her vagina. I held it there and slapped each cheek of her butt soundly. She laughed so I spanked her until both her white cheeks had turned pink.

“Oh, sweetie, that feels so good. Put your finger in my ass.”

I put my index finger in my mouth and then slid it slowly into her pucker and I started moving the dildo again. She exploded and bucked and screamed so hard that I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to hold on. “Oh, God, Connie, you make me come so hard,” she gasped, after she collapsed on the bed.

“You’re a quick learner, Alice,” I said, smiling. I snuggled up beside her. Our nipples, still hard, brushed against each other and sent another tingle through my cunt. She turned to me and we kissed again, this time with a deep knowledge of each other’s most secret thoughts and feelings. Our tongues touched softly, moving in and out of each other’s mouths in a delicate minuet.

She pulled back and looked deeply in my eyes. “I have a confession to make.”

“What?” I asked innocently.

“I have been wanting to seduce you for months now, ever since you were seventeen, actually – but I had to wait until you were Eighteen!”

“So what took you so long,” I said, as I reached for her to kiss her and to … well, that’s another story.

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