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Shaved Pussy (MF, FF, orgy)
A true story by Pussy Barber (c) 1998
***
California has its fair share of cold, wet weather. Perhaps
not as bad as some areas of the country, but then, you
wouldn’t be riding a motorcycle in December if you lived in
Minnesota either. It WAS cold, and wet, and raining like hell
that dark December evening, and I WAS riding a motorcycle, a
Honda CX500 to be exact, home from work. I was looking
forward to getting home to the apartment I shared with Tanya,
where she would be waiting for me with warm dry clothes.
Thursdays were the best. My four-day week ended, giving me
three days to enjoy, and it meant that Tanya’s weekend
started. I hated her graveyard shifts, but it did mean we
relished the nights we actually slept together. As I finished
chaining the little 500 to the carport’s support beam, I
looked up to the third floor to see the warm inviting light
coming from the apartment. Feeling a warm contentment, and
thinking about cuddling by the fire with her tonight, I
slogged into the building. In the stairwell I could feel cold
dampness down my back and front, where the rain-suit leaked.
My feet were cold and the socks were drenched. Yes, a fire
was definitely going to feel good.
The door was unlocked and I eagerly entered the apartment.
Tanya greeted me from the small kitchen where, I knew, she
had heated some dry clothes in the oven (creative no?). She
smiled and waited as I took off my rain jacket and then gave
me a quick hug and kiss, not wanting to get too wet. Tension
drained from me. Just looking at her made me feel warm and
happy. As she opened the oven door to fetch a tray of warm
clothes, she apologized to me by saying “I’m sorry sweetie, I
didn’t get the laundry done today, so all I could warm up was
your bathrobe and some clean underwear.”
I laughed, thinking that it would save us time later tonight,
not having to get undressed. I would still have fun “peeling”
her out of her jeans, and unlacing the lace-up top she was
wearing.
Tanya continued “Karen and I went shopping today and stayed
out too late to get any laundry done.”
Wearily I replied “That’s OK. I’m not going out in this again
tonight.”
As I took the soft warm bathrobe from her, she seemed
hesitant to speak, as though she had bad news.”
“What?” I asked.
“Karen’s still here.” She said quietly. With a nod, “In the
living room.”
Tanya’s best friend was fun to be around, but she had this
tendency to stay long into the evening, and I wanted to spend
this one quietly, cuddled in front a fire, teasing, kissing
and caressing Tanya. If Karen was here, there was doubt that
we’d have that fire.
As I walked back to the bedroom, I stopped by the living room
door to say hello to Karen who jokingly told me that I had to
be dry before she’d give me a kiss. I thought about that kiss
as I dried and dressed. Karen’s kisses were very nice. Her
soft, full lips were warm and inviting. Each time we’d kissed
before, her lips seemed to promise untold pleasures.
I wrapped the robe around me, its warmth bringing feeling
back to my chilled skin. The underwear I dropped in the
drawer after seeing that they were the ones that always
seemed to fit poorly. The robe was long enough to wear
modestly if I kept a mind of how I sat and the sash was
tight. The dry socks warmed my feet as I returned to the
living room.
The gals were talking about the latest movie “hunk”, and I
turned the heat up to about eighty degrees, to keep me from
chilling. Karen looked at me as I came out, and stood as I
approached the sofa.
“Hi short sweet ‘n sexy!” She said, joking because she was
almost six feet tall to my five eight. We kissed, briefly, as
we always did, her lips soft, warm and inviting. As I turned
towards the sofa and moved past her she playfully cupped one
of the cheeks of my ass, making me jump with her unexpected
touch. Everyone laughed, and Tanya poured some coffee for us
all.
The next hour blurred as the girls mostly talked about
watching “hunks” and clothes, and “weren’t-some-of-the-new-
fashions-terrible?” type talk. At some point, the discussion
turned towards dating and sex. Karen can be quite—graphic—at
times when discussing sex. I felt a familiar sensation begin
deep down, and worried that the bathrobe alone would not
prevent a new topic from entering the conversation.
Karen asked “Is it really warm in here?”
“I’m a bit warm too.” Tanya replied. “How high did you set
the heat?”
I told them that I set it high, planning on cutting it back
when the chill was chased away from me, but turn it down if
you’re too hot. Karen stood up and grabbed the bottom of her
sweater, cross armed.
“That’s OK.” She said. “I don’t need this heavy of a
sweater.”
As she pulled it up over her head, the light blouse she was
wearing rode up her lean tanned stomach, and over her full,
braless, breasts. She quickly recovered as first Tanya, then
I cheered her with catcalls and teases.
“Get your jollies?” She asked me.
“No,” I said, “Not a long enough look!”
Tanya made some comment about wishing her tits looked that
good under a blouse without a bra. In truth, I thought her
tits were terrific. They were full enough to need a C-cup
bra, with dark nipples that peeked through if she wore light
colored tops. Karen’s were larger, with large dark nipples
but the effect blended too much with her naturally tan skin.
Somehow Tanya introduced the fact that I liked the way her
tits and her nipples looked in a tank top, especially when
her nips tried to peek through. She chided me, saying that
“all men” liked tits larger than hers.
“Not true!” I said. “I like yours because they’re beautiful.”
Tanya asked if I’d put my money where my mouth was, betting
her that I’d prefer her with bigger tits. I agreed, but
qualified by saying that every woman wanted bigger tits, like
most guys want longer cocks.
Tanya stood up and whispered something to Karen who giggled
and nodded her head in agreement. Both girls walked over in
front of the fireplace and stood facing me.
“OK smarty.” Tanya challenged. “Who’s tits do you like best?”
As soon as the challenge was issued, the girls pulled their
tops over their heads, standing topless in front of me.
“Ummm, Ahhh, I, ummmm,” came my stammered reply. “I, err,
still like yours better.”
I hoped my answer would satisfy her and change the subject,
as my body was responding to the presence of these semi-naked
women. I knew that this line of conversation would doubtless
prove that a bathrobe alone is not the best thing to wear in
the living room with guests.
Tanya gave me a look that said she thought I wasn’t being
honest. Karen simply returned to the sofa and sat down, not
bothering to put her top back on. Tanya came over and stood
right in front of me, looking down, not saying a word. I
looked up at her, topless, past her tits and saw a playful
gleam in her eyes. My gaze shifted to her nipples, seeing
that even in the warmth of the room that they were becoming
erect. Several wordless seconds went by before she chuckled
and said “OK, you’ve proved it.” She leaned down and patted
my lap, where a distinct bulge had crept up in my robe,
before she sat down on the floor across from Karen and me.
“Ah, aren’t you girls going to put your tops back on?” I
asked nervously.
“It’s too warm.” Tanya replied gleefully. “Besides, you have
something better to look at?” As she said that, both girls
laughed.
Karen spoke up, and asked Tanya if she had ever shaved her
pussy for a narrow cut swim suit. As they talked about
shaving themselves for the newest swimsuit, I had to work
multiplication figures in my head to keep what was going to
be a tremendous erection from making an appearance. As my rod
began to deflate, I heard Karen saying “... it feels good in
bed and really turns guys on.”
Tanya looked at me, and I said I had been “distracted” by
other thoughts, and what were they talking about anyway?
Tanya and Karen giggled. I looked at Tanya, searching for an
explanation. Karen “explained” in the best manner she could.
Standing, she quickly unfastened her corduroy pants, dropping
them to the floor. Stepping out of them easily, I gazed
longingly at her long tanned legs and thighs. She was naked
before me, uninhibited, and smiling. Pointing to her bush,
she said “This is what we were talking about!”
Tanya saw that I didn’t understand, so she had Karen sit down
and spread her legs open, to show me that Karen had shaved
the tender areas between her thighs. I stared, not believing
the brashness of these women I thought I knew well. Karen’s
pussy was shaved so completely that not one hair remained
between her thighs. Her pubic bush was nicely trimmed, but it
ended just above the beginning of her slit. Someone said
something, but I was staring at Karen’s pussy lips, seeing a
hint of a moist sheen.
“I SAID, would you like me to do that?” Tanya repeated her
previous query.
I looked up at her, and said that I’d definitely like her to
do that, if only I got to shave her! Ever since we started
living together, I’d been trimming her golden bush, which
usually got her excited. A game we played, where she would be
naked, with me dressed to accentuate her nudity, while I
trimmed her bush to perfection.
Karen stood, and, giggling, led us to the bathroom where
Tanya quickly got out of the rest of her clothes. As she sat
on the edge of the tub, I watched Karen lather Tanya’s pussy
from my shaving mug and brush. I placed a fresh blade in the
razor as Karen finished. Looking at Tanya, I could see a
freckling blush between her breasts, and she looked down,
noticing that my robe had parted in a strategic place. My
cock, quite successfully, was straining to part the robe’s
overlap.
As I moved towards Tanya, Karen noticing my arousal, pulled
the sash of my robe, and quickly pulled the robe from me. Now
the three of us were naked in the bathroom, Tanya’s pussy
lathered up and ready. As I knelt Karen assisted me with my
delicate task, offering advice, and helping keep the
sensitive skin taut. As we finished, without a single
accident, Tanya’s breathing was heavy, and the flush between
her breasts was now turning to a noticeable pink. We rinsed
the soap from her pussy with warm water, and both ran our
hands over her lips, looking for any stubble we might have
missed. I could feel the moistness on her now naked labia as
I stroked her pussy. Her hips moved reflexively as we
caressed her. Her mouth open, she was breathing heavily,
trying to look at her freshly shaven area. Karen touched her
clit lightly and Tanya jumped as if a tiny electric jolt had
hit her. Handing her a mirror, she examined herself. Amazed
at her smoothness, she ran her hand down, exploring,
touching, and arousing herself.
“You’ll find you’re much more sensitive.” Karen remarked
casually.
“I know!” Tanya answered. “I almost came when you touched my
clit.”
Karen picked up the shaving mug, and whipped a lather up,
spreading it on her bush. Tanya stood up, as Karen sat down
in front of me, spreading her legs as she said “Since you’re
there, why don’t you shave me all the way?”
Incredulous, I looked into her passionate brown eyes, and saw
that she was serious. Tanya urged me on, and the first stroke
of the blade removed a sizable patch of Karen’s light brown
hair. She leaned back, supporting herself on the far edge of
the tub, as I shaved the rest of her mound clean, Tanya, this
time, helping to keep her skin taut. As I finished, I saw
that Karen’s pussy had become, not damp, but very wet, from
our touches. Then I rinsed Karen’s pussy, Tanya poured some
baby oil into her hands, and began to rub it over the freshly
saved mound of her friend. I sat back and watched as her
hands rubbed not only the freshly shaved area, but between
the tanned thighs. Karen’s face told me how good this felt,
so I followed suit on Tanya by oiling her freshly shaven
pussy.
When Karen stood, Tanya sat down, pleading for us to shave
her pussy bare. We obliged, and soon her soft golden triangle
was a memory, as we rubbed more oil into her skin. Her pussy
was fully wet, not only with oil, but her own juices. I told
both girls to walk around the house, and show off their naked
pussies. Giggling, they fairly skipped into the living room,
and put on a show for me, Karen eyeing my rigid pole. Tanya
delighted in comming up close to show me her shaved cunt,
pulling away as I leaned over to kiss it. Karen was spreading
her lips, showing me how wet she’d become when Tanya
disappeared down the hall. When she came back, Karen was
sitting on the floor, legs spread, showing me how slick and
wet her pussy was, spreading a sheen of wetness over the area
her bush once covered.
Tanya sat next to me, laughing at Karen’s bold display.
“Let me trim your furry cock and balls” She said, displaying
a pair of blunt nosed scissors.
I leaned back as she placed a towel under me, and watched in
fascination as she began to trim the hair around my cock.
Karen sat up and leaned on my left thigh, watching too. My
cock was aching to be touched, and as Tanya moved it to my
left, out of her way, she pointed it right at Karen. Karen
seemed to draw me into her mouth without moving, and I
delighted in the soft warm wetness of her mouth. Tanya
started clipping around my cock, using a comb to keep from
trimming me bare, not minding that her girlfriend was now
sucking my cock. As she finished one side, she handed the
scissors to Karen and took over for her. Tanya licked and
sucked my shaft as Karen repeated the clipping. Shortly, my
curly hair had the appearance of a developing teenager, parse
and somewhat shorter than normal. I heard a spray can’s hiss
and suddenly a cool foam was placed on my balls, being rubbed
around between my thighs. The fragrance was not really
pleasant, but the girls had me so aroused I didn’t care that
the depilatory was applied without warning.
We showered together, soaping each other’s newly hairless
areas and then drying each other off. As the girls came out
of the bathroom, I waited on my knees, kissing each bare
pussy in turn, using my tongue to probe around their very
accessible clits. We all went into the living room, sitting
on the sofa again, grinning and giggling excitedly.
Tanya couldn’t keep her hands off my smooth, hairless balls,
and kept rubbing and tonguing them until they were shining
with her saliva. I watched Karen, rubbing her pussy, getting
herself even hotter as she watched us. I had Karen sit on the
corner of the sofa behind me, as I slid down and turned my
head up to tongue her glistening lips. I felt an engulfing
warmth over my cock as Tanya took it deep into her mouth. Her
hands still touching and caressing my smooth balls. I
caressed Karen’s smooth tanned thighs as I tried to bury my
tongue inside her, lapping the deliciously thick creame from
her. She felt slick and wet, my tongue gliding over her
sensitive pussy. Tanya interrupted, demanding her turn with
my tongue, and the girls switched positions. Before Tanya was
settled, Karen wrapped her lips around my cock and slowly
took all of my seven inches into her mouth and throat, her
nose tickling what sparse hairs were left just above the root
of my shaft. I let out a long moan, feeling my cockhead on
the back of her throat. My moan caused Tanya to look at
Karen.
“Can you show ME how to do that?” She asked like a small
child wanting to see how a magic trick is done.
Karen slowly lifted her head, taking her time and pressing
her lips down against my swollen purple shaft. Halfway up,
she murmured “Um-Hmmm”, then slid down to the root of my cock
in one swift move. I threw back my head and grabbed Tanya’s
thighs, dragging her visibly moist slit to my mouth. Roughly,
my tongue found her hole and plunged inside, tasting her,
trying to probe her depths. Karen was slowly working my cock
as I furiously tongued my girlfriend’s bare pussy. I ran my
tongue down her slit, teasing around her rear, then back up
her moist lips, flicking my tongue back and forth.
Karen, let go of my straining rod, and spread her legs wide
as she then lowered herself onto me. The surprise, and
feeling of her wet womanhood engulfing my cock drove me to
new heights of passion and carnility. I realized I wanted
them both, to bury my tongue, my finger, and my cock in every
place I could. I wanted to cum with them all night, over and
over, flooding them with my juices as they were doing to me.
My hips rose to meet Karen’s ass as it drove down on my cock.
Her flesh rippled as we slammed together. Her movements
quickly became a rapid series of short jumps, each time
letting her body slam back down against my hips. I was tongue
was flicking over Tanya’s clit ferociously, my chin wet with
her, her breathing loud.
I suggested we move, and Tanya quickly laid down on the sofa,
as Karen sat on the arm above her head. I plunged into Tanya,
her cunt so wet I met no resistance. Leaning forward, I
tongued Karen’s sopping slit, lapping up the pearls running
out the bottom. I continued to fuck Tanya, feeling a welling
up in my balls. My thrusts coming long and deep, my cock
swelling inside her. Just as I was about to burst, she
reached down, pulling my cock from her wet tunnel, and
squeezed it hard at the base, cutting of my orgasm.
“Not yet.” She panted. “Don’t cum yet.”
I didn’t care. I wanted them. I wanted to feel this craving
lust all night. So, apparently, did they. As we got off the
sofa, Tanya led the way into the bedroom. The steamy heat
from our earlier shower still hung in the air. We stopped
along side the bed and kissed. First Tanya kissed me, then I
kissed Karen. These were deep, lustful, carnal kisses, with
our bodies pressed tightly together. There was the briefest
of pauses, then Tanya turned and kissed Karen. The same kiss
she’d given me. Lustful and deep. I watched, my cock rigid as
steel as I watched “my” Tanya kissing another woman. Smaller
and lighter than Karen, she seemed to melt against her flesh.
Her legs came up and wrapped themselves around the taller
girls waist and legs, her hips thrusting forward to rub her
clit against Karen’s stomach.
I felt something wet run down my back. As the two girls
parted, I could see a sheen of perspiration on their arms,
their backs, and beads running down their breasts and
stomachs where skin met skin. I leaned forward and licked
some of the wetness off from the groove in Karen’s stomach,
followed by a small salty bead running down Tanya’s right
breast, hanging stubbornly against the side of her nipple.
As we climbed into bed, I heard Tanya whisper to Karen, “I
want to TASTE you!” and Karen’s reply of “Oh, yes! I’ve
wanted you for so, so long!”. I sat back and watched as they
lay together, caressing at first, kissing each other lightly
on the lips. To my surprise, it was Tanya who made the first
aggressive move. She lowered her head and took a nipple into
her mouth, while her hand moved down Karen’s belly and parted
her thighs. She sucked that large nipple hungrily, teasing it
inside her mouth with her tongue. Her hand slid into Karen’s
wet and waiting pussy, moving slowly in and out. Karen’s back
arched as she responded to Tanya. I could see Tanya press her
tits tightly against the girl’s arm and side. Tanya withdrew
her fingers and sat up on her knees, her body covered with a
wet shine, and brought her hand to her lips. She looked Karen
right in the eyes as she licked the her cream from her
fingers like a rich sauce. She looked at me and smiled as her
hand again dove into Karen’s pussy, turning her hand and
pressing up against the girl’s downward thrusts. The lights
were on only in the bathroom, throwing a faint light in the
bedroom. Sitting on her knees, with the light reflecting off
the light sheets, I could see the shadow of Tanya’s pussy-
lips, distended and spread wide between her spread thighs. As
she moved slightly I could see the top of her shaved slit,
exciting me even more. She again withdrew her hand, bringing
it to her lips, but this time she stared me in the eyes and
smiled as she licked cream from her fingers. She saw my lust,
and then lowered her hand, rubbing the gooey cream against
her nipple.
Karen reach up, grabbing Tanya by the shoulders, pulled her
quickly down to her mouth and kissed her long and hard,
pinching her creamed nippled and squeezing that tit. Tanya
lowered her hips to the bed, rubbing her bare pussy against
the sheets.
“Now you’re going to see what it’s really like to be eaten.”
Karen breathed in a deep husky voice. “I want to make you
cum, and cum, and cum!”
She rolled Tanya over on her back and quickly knelt along
side of her, burying her face in Tanya’s shaven muff. Tanya
gasped as she felt the hot breath and tongue explore her
pussy. She lay still for a few moments, as she smiled and
squeezed her tits together, toying with her nipples. She
looked over at me, slowly stroking my rigid, purplish cock,
opened her mouth and sensuously flicked her tongue, asking
for my cock in her mouth.
As I slid over to let her suck on my cock, I could see that
we were all covered with a slick layer of sweat. Tanya’s
breasts, shiny and inviting in the dim light, glimmered as
she breathed. Karen’s smooth tanned ass, seemed perfectly
formed, without blemish. Tanya’s hand guided my cock down
into her waiting mouth, stroking me to her lips. Karen’s ass
was much too inviting, so I slipped my hand between her
thighs and caressed her wet bare mound. Her moaning from
between Tanya’s thighs told me she wanted more, so I slipped
three fingers into her sopping cunt, using my thumb on her
swollen clit. She pressed back against my hand, burying my
fingers all the way in her slick wetness. Wet, smacking
noises came from the area of Tanya’s cunt, and from her mouth
on my shaft. Wet noises also came when Karen plunged back
against my hand, and I could feel her juice beginning to run
down to my wrist.
Tanya stopped sucking me and moaned softly, her hips moving
in a rhythmic motion. I pulled my soaked hand out of Karen’s
snatch, and moved closer to Tanya. Lifting her shoulders, I
slid behind her and wrapped my arms around her, one low by
Karen’s shoulder. My hand, still covered with Karen’s cream
cupped Tanya’s left breast, caressing it wetly and gently. I
started to whisper into Tanya’s ear.
“I want you to cum”. I breathed, exhaling my hot breath right
into her ear. “I want to watch her tongue your naked, shaved
pussy ... her cum on your breasts ... her soft lips wet with
your cream ... I want to see you wrap your legs around her
head like you do to me ... cum for her ... cum for me ....
cum for us ... we want you to cum so we can taste you!”
Her shouts were high pitches O’s, repeated over and over as
she spasmed again and again, nearly doubling over with her
efforts. Karen kept her going for what seemed like and hour.
Her cries breaking into sobbing laughs as she kept cumming.
Finally, as Karen lifted her head, Tanya fell back against
me, still crying her O’s, but humming them more than saying
them.
Karen’s face wasn’t wet, it was soaked with cum. Her cheeks,
lips and chin shined as if someone had oiled her face. She
moved up to join us, and I grabbed her by the hair, pulling
her to my lips. We kissed, her tongue showing its fatigue. I
pulled away and began to lick the cum from her chin and
cheeks, tasting a delicate sauce like no other in the world.
Tanya lay smiling on the bed, arms across her breasts and my
arm. She looked up a Karen and said softly “I never Dreamed
it would be this good with another girl! You’re SO GOOOD!”
We smiled, and I moved so Tanya could lie back. Karen asked
her if she had the strength to help make her cum. Tanya
replied that she did if she didn’t have to support herself,
but strangely she was still VEERY horny and wanted to do this
all night! Karen then had Tanya lay crosswise on the bed, and
lowered her pussy to an eager mouth. Tanya lapped at the
naked cunt before her, tasting the juices.
“Hmmm, you taste good.” She purred.
After licking for a few minutes, Tanya craned her head back
to me and licked her lips.
“Just don’t sit there,” She commanded, “get over here an
<fuck> her!”
She didn’t have to ask twice. I moved up behind Karen,
straddling Tanya’s head, and slipped easily into her drenched
snatch. As I slid deeper, Karen moaned, and as I pulled back,
Tanya breathed in a sexy, husky voice “Yesss, shove it deep
<into> her. Let me taste her cum from deep inside.”
I moaned then, just as Karen did again. I leaned forward to
cup Karen’s tits, but found Tanya’s hands were already busy,
squeezing, cupping, flicking nipples with her thumbs. I slid
in and out of her wet juicy pussy, pausing on each outstroke
as Tanya licked her cum from my shaft. As I plunged deep
Tanya would lick that bared clit, then flick her tongue over
my smooth balls.
“C’mon, FUCK me HARD!!” Karen shouted. “Grab my ass and FUCK
ME!”
I continued my pace, while Tanya licked her clit. I could
feel her hips moving to a faster rhythm until all at once she
shuddered and slammed back on my cock, moaning softly. We all
waited. Then Karen began to pump my cock slowly, feeling it
inside her.
“Now I’m gonna make you CUM a LOT!” She said. “I’m going to
fuck you nice and slow until you shoot your nice hot cum in
my cunt.”
Now I changed my pace. I moved forward, and grabbing her
hips, pulled her ass back into me. My thrusts quickened, as I
felt a rising, bubbling, hot volcano building inside my
balls. Tanya, alternated between licking my bare balls, and
letting her dirty mouth edge me ever closer.
“Oh, I can see you really FUCKING her!” Tanya’s voice fairly
dripping with lust. “I’m gonna wait until you’re about to CUM
... then I’m going to suck your balls ... I want to feel them
in my mouth when you cum.”
“Yesss, Fuck me hard and fast.” Karen added. “Cum deep in my
pussy. I want you to fill my wet slit with your cum!”
I felt my balls tighten up, my ass clench, and remembered
that eons ago in the living room Tanya had shut off one
orgasm.
“C’mon babe,” Tanya crooned. “Give us your cum. Cum in her
pussy. Deep in her hot cunt. Pull out and shoot it all over
us both.”
I plunged hard, shoving my cock deep into Karen’s steaming
cunt. Somewhere off in the distance I heard a woman’s voice
cry out, and another distant voice saying “Shoot your JISM,
shoot it in her cunt”. My head swam, my hips bucked as I felt
a stream of cum erupt from my straining cock. Then another
long spurt. Hands on my hips ... pulling me back ... Karen
moving forward .... cool air on my hot, wet cock.
I opened my eyes as Karen moved away, and Tanya pulled me
back. Looking down, my cock free, I watched as Tanya’s hand
reached for my pulsing shaft, as more hot jism shot from my
cock, a stream of glistening white flowing over Tanya’s
cleavage, tits, and stomach, Some landing on Karen’s shaved
cunt-lips only a few inches away. Tanya grabbed my cock and
bent it down to an unnatural angle. The pressure this caused
sent a shock wave through my body as another surge of cum
welled up; broke free; and splashed into her mouth. Tanya
arched to get more cock in her mouth as she pumped me against
her lips. My hips shoved, driving my cock deep into her
mouth, as I blasted more cum into her now red-hot mouth.
Spent, I pulled out of Tanya’s mouth and watched her greed as
she pulled Karen’s hips back over her to lick the white globs
of cum from her shaved, cum-drenched pussy. Karen rolled off
after a moment, and turned towards Tanya. Tanya sat up,
wordlessly and moved alongside of me. Karen followed, even in
the dim light, I could see Karen’s mouth part, her tongue
ready for a passionate kiss. Too, I could see Tanya’s smile,
as she pushed Karen back down on the bed in front of me. She
grabbed me and pulled me down with her, and inches above
Karen, her mouth open for a kiss, I watched as the cum flowed
from Tanya’s mouth into Karen’s. It seemed like minutes, but
a second and a half was drawn out in slow motion. Tanya’s
tongue between her open lips, cum dripping from it, then she
bent and kissed Karen long and hard. After a bit, I could
hear swallowing noises as their lips remained locked. My cock
was now fully hard again, even after a monumental orgasm, and
I grabbed Tanya’s face and pulled her to my lips, kissing her
roughly, tasting my slightly salty cum on her tongue. I let
go and leaned over, kissing Karen the same way, surprising
her that I would tongue her with my cum in her mouth.
We all laid down and cuddled for a while, caressing and
stroking each other. Kissing delicately, lovingly. Fingers
tracing small patterns and outlines on damp flesh. Later, we
started again. This time Karen urged me to cum inside of
Tanya so she could eat it from her pussy.
We repeated these performances many times, adding various new
thrills, various locales, and once, a third girl. All in all,
Thursdays are still my favorite day of the week.
These women are something special. They love sex. They love
giving and receiving pleasure, both to men and women. They
are able to let go of their inhibitions as easily as dropping
their clothes. They are lovely, graceful, beautiful women,
and are as “proper” as anyone could want—until you get their
passions aflame. Then they open themselves to their own lusts
and desires, freely giving pleasure to others, not afraid to
show their lustful selves. Sex is 70% psychological, 30%
physical. They’ve learned to let the larger portion of the
effort to be driven by their primitive carnal desires,
channeling them to give pleasure to others, so that they
receive the same. We parted many years ago, but I still hold
them close to my heart for many reasons. There is no doubt in
my mind that what we shared will bond us together forever.
Good night and wet dreams—The Pussy Barber
1ST ANNIVERSARY
A True (and fun) Story
I knew my wife was bisexual before I married her. She and her
best friend had been to bed several times in high school, and
even shared a boyfriend a few times. I hadn’t had the
pleasure of both of them before we were married, although I
did come home one night, and after kissing Darlene, could
tell that they’d been to bed earlier.
Our first wedding anniversary was coming up, and Darlene
asked me what we were going to do to celebrate. I had planned
a nice dinner, perhaps a stage show or dancing, then back
home to screw our brains out. When I explained, and asked why
she wanted to know several weeks in advance, she simply
smiled and suppressed a giggle, her gray eyes twinkling with
an impish gleam.
Luckily, our first anniversary fell on a Friday, and
reservations made, dolled ourselves up and went out for the
evening. Dinner at a fine restaurant and dancing at a local
hot-spot kept us laughing and in a good mood. As we drove
home, Darlene sitting next to me, leaned over and caressed my
thigh with her fingernails, sending a shiver through me.
“You still want to fuck my brains out tonight?” She cooed.
I said yes, I would happily keep her wet and jumping all
night long. When Darlene came, no one could think that she
was faking. Her tendency to “let go” in bed meant that she
was prone to outbursts of very erotic (and sometimes
downright dirty) talk, as well as moaning and thrashing
wildly about the bed.
Arm in arm, we climbed the stairs to our apartment, and once
inside, we kissed passionately for several long moments,
running our hands over each other and bring desire to a boil.
Darlene broke the kiss and knelt straight down, unzipping my
pants in the entry hall. She pulled my hardening cock out of
my pants and slipped it into her mouth. Tonguing the
underside of the head, and teasing me, I felt my balls tingle
and her wet mouth sliding like wet velvet over my shaft.
I pulled her up to me and kissed her long and hard, my tongue
exploring her mouth, teasing her tongue to follow mine back,
squeezing her tits through her blouse. As I knelt in the
hall, lifting her dress, she leaned back against the wall,
bending her knees and spreading her thighs. I moved the hem
of her dress up, and stared straight at her naked blonde
pussy. She had been dressed in a garter belt and stockings,
without panties, all night. I looked up at her, my warm
breath tickling her bush, and she smiled that special way of
hers, telling me she did it for our pleasure.
I dove into her soft moist pussy, licking the glistening
drops of cream from her bush. My tongue parted her moist
lips, feeling the warmth of her, tasting her sweet eagerness.
I circled her clit several times, holding on to her thighs
when she tried to lower herself against my tongue.
She pulled me up and kissed me long and hard, showing me how
very hot h passions had become. She pulled a scarf from her
pocket, smiling at me.
“Stand still.” She said. “I have a surprise for you.”
She used the scarf as a blindfold and led me into the
darkened bedroom. figured she’d gone out and bought some sexy
clothes for me to take off of her. I heard matches striking,
and the fragrance of scented candles impinged on my senses.
“Setting the mood” I thought. She stood next to my, kissing
me lightly on the cheek, her bare breast touching my arm.
Slowly, she began to undress me. Making me feel every fiber
move against my skin. Telling me to stay still, not to reach
for her. She removed my shirt, gliding her hands lightly over
my chest, tickling the hairs around my nipples. She removed
the belt from my pants, slowly pulling it through the belt
loops, making a long hissing sound as it slid against the
fabric. She knelt and started untying my shoes, helping me
out of them, sliding my socks off my feet. Her hands
unfastened the snap at my waist, my zipper already undone,
with my cock, hard and straight standing, waiting to be
touched. She stopped and breathed into my ear, her tongue
tracing the edge, warm and wet.
“Just a second.” She said softly.
I heard her climb onto the bed, moving around on the sheets.
My pants were pushed away from my hips, and I could feel her
hair against my bare thighs as she lifted one leg, then the
other out of my pants. Hands caressed my thighs, sliding up
under the legs of my boxer shorts, fingernails lightly raking
under my boxer shorts. Lips closed around the end of my
shaft, with a tongue lightly caressing the head of my cock.
“Tease.” I muttered.
Hands quickly pulled my shorts off, making me naked and blind
in the fragrant darkness. I moved to the bed, and her hands
pushed me back against the pillows. I could feel the warmth
of her body near me and I longed to reach out and stroke her.
“Just lay back and enjoy this.” She purred.
More movements as she positioned herself on the bed. Again
lips encircle the head of my cock, tongue swirling, wet and
warm. The velvety smoothness caused me to moan softly, and I
could feel her warm breath against my skin.
All at once she swallowed my cock, deeply, into her throat.
She’d never before been able to ‘throat’ my seven inches, and
I gasped loudly as her lips tickled the hairs at the root.
Rising slowly, lips tight against me, she flicked her tongue
back and forth over the muscular ridge under my cock. I
moaned my pleasure, letting her know I enjoyed this and
wanted more. My hands reached out, only to be slapped away. I
laid back and enjoyed the sensation of my cock being
swallowed over and over. Slowly. Lovingly.
She began to move quickly, her lips lightly touching the
shaft, her saliva making moist noises as she changed
directions. Using only her mouth, she pumped my cock up and
down, her efforts shaking the bed. Several fast strokes would
be followed by a long plunge. Taking me deep into her throat,
she’d pause, letting me know how deep I was, feeling the
tightness of her mouth. The velvety smooth, slick skin in the
back of her throat caressed the head of my cock, feeling sooo
very nice. Then she would pull up quickly, and repeat her
fast strokes, again, only to plunge long and deep.
She didn’t touch me except with her mouth. Her hands I could
feel near on the bed, her hair not touching me as it normally
would. Lacking any other distractions, my world consisted of
my cock and her mouth, eagerly trying to suck me off. I could
feel my cock trying to stiffen even more, as my balls
tightened and tingled.
“Unnghh...I’m...gonna...cum!” I panted.
Her pace quickened, her saliva dripped onto my balls, feeding
the fires in them instead of quenching them. My hips moved
up, a primitive instinct taking over control. I want to come
in her mouth, give her all of my sperm, never wanting to
stop.
The dam broke, Vesuvius erupted, the floods came. Sperm
rushed from my cock as she held me about half way into her
mouth. Spasms wracked my body as come surged from me. After
the fourth surge, I felt her let go and put my spurting rod
against her chest, rubbing me back and forth until I spent
myself.
Breathing heavily and moaning, I began to relax; to drift
into that war “afterglow” of total contentment and
relaxation. I felt her hips move over mine, as she sat just
over my lower stomach. Her hands untying the blind- fold.
As the scarf fell away, revealing her slim form and pale skin
in the flickering candlelight, I looked at her smiling above
me, wearing only her garter belt and stockings. As she sat,
almost grinning at me, I realized that her chest and tits
were dry, yet they should have been shiny and wet with white
drops of come.
“Did you like that?” She laughed huskily.
“Mmmmm, yessss!” I replied, still feeling the “glow.”
I a sudden motion, she moved off of me, laying on her side
next to me.
“You’d better thank her then.” Darlene laughed.
I looked down, and laying alongside my legs, I saw Karen,
Darlene’s best friend and lover, naked, except for a red bow
tied around her neck, her breasts twinkling wetly in the dim
light, her tongue licking her lips. She smiled at me, her
light brown hair seeming to glow as a candle’s light tried to
weave its way through.
“Happy Anniversary love!” Darlene laughed, kissing me on the
cheek.
I grabbed her and kissed her back, hard and rough, as much to
thank her to tell her that I’d wished I’d known it wasn’t
her.
Sitting up, I pulled Karen to me and kissed her too, tasting
the salty remnants of my come on her tongue.
“That, sweetheart,” I said to Karen, “is for that tremendous
headjob!”
Karen laughed, telling me how much fun it was to suck me
while I though it was Darlene going down. Darlene told her it
would be a few minutes until I was ready again, indicating my
flaccid cock.
“Well, I certainly got all worked up over that.” Karen said.
Darlene had her lie back, and as I watched, lay herself down
between Karen’s thighs. Her blonde hair and fair skin
contrasting to the darker skin tone of the brunette. She slid
her hands under Karen’s thighs, as her mouth found the
moistness between them. Karen crossed her ankles over the
middle of Darlene’s back as a tongue caressed her warm, damp
flesh.
As I watched, I could feel my rod begin to straighten,
getting harder a fuller as Darlene moaned softly between
Karen’s thighs. A candle on the headboard illuminated
Darlene’s creamy ass, and I could see a glistening reflection
deep between her legs. She continued to suck, her hands
reaching up to pinch Karen’s dark nipples, squeeze her full
breasts, caressing the soft tender area on their undersides
with her fingers. I placed my hand on the back of her thigh,
sliding up halfway to her asscheek, stopping to give her
thigh a gentle squeeze to let her know I was enjoying her
“show.” She moaned again, wiggling her ass slightly.
Karen’s face was one of concentration. She was lying back,
trying to concentrate on the pleasures Darlene was giving
her, her legs locked tightly over the more delicate girl’s
back.
I moved my hand up, cupping Darlene’s asscheek, pushing it up
and away from me. The second time I did that, I heard a wet
“smack” come from between her legs as her wet pussy lips
parted stickily. I leaned over and began to alternate lifting
each asscheek, pushing them together and pulling them apart
as I did. It took only seconds to cause her pussy to make its
approval known with wet noises. The candle light on her lips
showed twinkling droplets of juice forming in her golden
bush, moist and inviting. Her lips were full and beginning to
swell as a white pearlescent drop began to peek from her
cunt.
My handling of her ass was driving her crazy, as she sucked
and licked Karen’s pussy. Her soft moans indicated that she
liked me feeling her ass, and that she wanted to make Karen
come.
Karen’s legs suddenly closed around Darlene’s head as her
hips lifted o the bed, carrying the blonde covered head with
them. I watched as she stayed locked like this, her legs
quivering, her breathing a series of short loud pants, until,
finally, she collapsed on the bed.
Darlene caressed the dark bush and pussy, kissing it lightly
several times in different places, causing Karen to ripple
with shudders each time. When she sat up, she crawled down
toward her friend, kissing her tenderly on the lips.
“I love to eat you like that.” Darlene said softly.
Karen replied lazily, “Ummmm, I love to cum in your mouth
too.”
Darlene slipped off the foot of the bed and walked around to
me, sitting on the edge of the bed. We grabbed each other and
kissed passionately, our tongues tasting Karen’s cum
together. I licked the slick wetness from her chin and neck,
squeezing her small tits and pinching her nipples. As our
mouths parted, we looked into each other’s eyes.
“See what a wanton slut you married?!” She laughed.
Her use of the word “slut” told me that she was incredibly
turned on. the year we’d been married, she only used that
word in bed when we had kept teasing each other, increasing
our lust to a frantically high level.
“Yes, I can see what a slut you are.” I replied, playing on
her horniness “I saw how wet your cunt was getting while you
fucked her with your tongue.”
“Oooh, yesss, I’m sooo wet. See?” Her hand rose from her
moist lips, t fingers glistening with a thick cream as she
showed me her hand. “I’m sooo wet! Having you watch me suck
pussy has me ready to cum!” She purred again, as she rubbed
her own slick juice over her nipples.
I leaned down, my tongue circling her nipples, licking her
cream from t hard tips. I sucked a nipple into my mouth,
pulling hard as my hand slid between her thighs.
“Hmmm, suck my tits.” She whispered. “Lick my nipples.”
I slipped three fingers into her sopping pussy, feeling her
warm wetness ooze down into my hand. My cock touching her
stomach caused her hands to encircle it and begin a slow
stroking.
“I want to watch my wet slut rub her pussy all over Karen’s
tits. Make her nipples all wet and creamy. Watch as my slut
tries to fuck those nice big tits. Can you feel how wet they
are? How wet your thighs are?”
Her head tossed back as I crooned our “bedtalk” to her, her
mouth open slightly, she moaned and hissed her reply.
“Yesss. Fuck her tits...her wet creamy tits...cumming on her
titssss.”
I glanced at Karen, laying back, watching us as she stroked
her pussy. kept my three fingers in Darlene’s dripping cunt
as I renewed her lust.
“She’s watching you now...She’s watching your cunt cream in
my hand...Y girlfriend wants to lick your dripping
pussy...She wants you to cum in her mouth this time...make
her face wet.”
Darlene looked at me with a primal, carnal lust. She grabbed
my head a kissed me hard, her tongue shooting into my mouth
barely after my lips parted. She pulled back, and wordlessly
move away, my fingers sliding from her very wet pussy. She
crawled down to Karen, pausing to look at her naked form. She
turned around, lifting her ass and throwing one leg over
Karen’s body. Then, while she lowered herself onto Karen’s
left breast, I could see drops of her juice actually dripping
onto the nipple, just before her blonde bush covered it.
Looking directly at me, she began to rub herself against
Karen’s tit. H pussy making wet smacking sounds as she moved
faster.
“I love to see you naked,” I said, “with your cunt sooo wet
and horny.”
“Naked? I’ll show you NAKED.” She said.
Her arousal was complete and high. She ripped the garterbelt
from her waist, tearing her stockings. Without lifting off
Karen’s nipple, she began to tear the stocking from her
thighs, shredding the fabric.
“Strip me. Strip me naked. Get me naked.” She panted.
Karen pulled the stockings from Darlene’s legs, as this
carnal blonde fucked at her tits.
“You wanna see me cum?” Darlene said, looking at me with
glassy eyes. “Wanna see me cum on her tits? On her face?”
She slid backwards up to Karen’s mouth, her nipples standing
up like small cylinders from her breasts. Her panting loud.
As she sat on Karen’s face, she moaned, then commanded;
“Sssuck me! Yesss, eat my pussy. Make me cum. Make me cum in
your mouth!!”
I moved over to her, her eyes half-closed, hips rocking
furiously. I k up the taunts hoping to send her over the
edge.
“You’re such a hot carnal slut—getting your twat sucked by a
girl, y naked in bed with your girlfriend’s tongue in your
cunt, and you’re going to cum...getting all wet for HER
tongue in you...why don’t you show me what a hot slut you are
and eat her cunt too?”
“Ahhhnngg” Darlene moaned as she fell down between Karen’s
open thighs.
Her hands pushed the tanned thighs apart, as she shoved her
face tightly against Karen’s soaked pussy. She rocked her
face back and forth, tongue extended, making wet slurping
noises.
“Ooooh that’s sooo HOT!” I crooned to her, “Watching you rub
your face her cunt...I’d love to have a picture of you,
naked, your legs spread, her tongue in your gushing wet
pussy, while you rub her cum on your face.”
She stopped sucking Karen, her head arching back, mouth open,
her eyes closed. Short sounds escaped from her lips as she
neared her moment of triumph.
“Make her face wettt babee...CUM in her mouth...make her face
WET with your cum!” I encouraged.
She started coming, thrusting her ass against Karen’s mouth,
her body first falling flat, arms splayed out, then she was
upright, her hips shaking and her body twitching as she
received little electric shocks through her clit.
“Huh! Uh! Huh! Huh! Huh!” were the only sounds in the room
except for t wet noises Karen was making between her soft
thighs.
She fell off of Karen, still shuddering and moaning. Her lust
only par sated, her eyes fell on us.
“Quick Karen,” She panted, “fuck him. I wanna watch you FUCK!
See your cunt FUCKED by his cock!”
We moved together, Karen on her knees, and I slid into her
pussy easily Karen’s pussy was so wet that I had trouble
feeling anything as I pumped her hard and fast. She ground
her hips against me, trying to bury me deeper in her
smoldering cunt. We pounded each other, her cheeks rippling
after each thrust, her tits bouncing, until I felt her hole
tighten around my shaft. I plunged as deep as I could,
splaying my legs wider than hers to get some leverage as I
drove it deep against her cervix.
Karen collapsed against the bed, her legs straight and locked
together tightly, her moans and cries announcing her orgasm.
I lay still until her contractions eased on my cock, then I
started slow movements, drawing my cock slowly from deep
inside, then quickly plunging back.
“You’re...still....hard?? Unngh.” She said as I lowered my
cock back to the depths of her cunt.
Darlene pulled me off of her brunette friend, eyes still
filled with lust as my cock slipped wetly from between
Karen’s cheeks.
“I’M going to make you cum and cum and cum.” She announced
proudly.
With her proclamation, she laid down and began to suck my
cock, licking Karen’s juice from my balls with a greedy
tongue. Karen looked and made a comment about her being
greedy, and a kinky idea hit me.
“You want me to fill your mouth with my jism?” I asked
Darlene.
Her moaned response was a definite yes, as she lay under me,
playing w her clit. Her hands were a blur over her light bush
as she continued to suck me into her mouth.
I pulled her into position having to forcibly remove my shaft
from her eager mouth. I laid her on her back, sitting almost
upright against several pillows as I straddled her stomach.
She leaned forward to suck my cock, but I pulled back away,
denying her. I had Karen sit next to us and placed her hand
around my cock, showing her the best grip with which to jack
me off. I sat back, resting not quite on Darlene’s stomach,
and reached behind me to stroke her drenched pussy as Karen
began to pump my shaft. I told my wife that Karen was going
to make me cum in her mouth. That her best friend was going
pump my cock until I came in her mouth, feel me cumming as
she sucks the cum from me.
I leaned forward so my cock entered her mouth, as Karen
pumped me. Karen used her thumb and forefinger, pulling
tightly around my cock, pulling the skin with her as she
stroked. My fingering of her pussy made my wife greedy and
she wanted to suck me herself. Several times Karen pulled me
out, and still pumping my cock, kept it away from this carnal
blonde until she started to behave.
I reached down and stroked Karen’s bush since she was doing
me, and she leaned over and sucked my nipple. Karen’s pussy
was still wet and slick, her thighs wet from Darlene’s
frantic licking. A look came into her eyes, and she slid her
body down to lie on her side next to us.
“Mmmm. Lick the head.” She instructed. “Lick any cum from the
head as I get him off. I’m gonna pump him into your
mouth...fill your mouth with his hot spurting cum...I want to
watch while he cums in your mouth.”
Darlene was sucking too much into her mouth, so Karen took me
out and teased her with it, rubbing me against the side of
her face, making her swing her head from side to side while
she chased it.
“Mustn’t take too much.” Karen warned as she slid me back
into Darlene’ mouth. “C’mon you naked little bitch, let him
know how much you want him to cum. Make him cum in your mouth
as much as he did in mine. Can you feel his balls rubbing
your stomach? Those cum filled balls...rubbing on you?”
I felt a well know sensation rising from those balls too. I
was getting closer as these two teased.
“After he gets hard again, I want him to fuck you from behind
while I e your pussy. I want to taste his cum inside
you...suck it from you, drink you both..”
Karen was stroking at a steady pace, but I wanted faster and
told her t go faster, to make me cum. At the speed she was
moving her hand, Darlene had to pull back to just beyond the
end of my cock to keep her lips from getting bruised. This
left me looking at my naked wife, her gray eyes filled with a
primal lust, mouth open, her tongue eagerly awaiting the
arrival of the first drop as Karen sucked at her nipple.
“Ohh God...I want to...Cum!” I panted.
“Yessss!” Darlene hissed back. “Shoot your hot thick cum in
my mouth. want you to fill my mouth. Shoot your jism all over
me! Shoot your jism... let me drink you...drink your cum...”
Karen chimed in with “That’s it...tell him...I’m going to
suck your wet cunt while you swallow his cum...suck you and
make you wet and horny again. I want your slick cum on my
face while he shoots his load in your mouth... your wet
juice, his cum, all over us...”
“Ohh, NOW!” I shouted, “I gonna...CUM...NOW...CUM!”
I felt a surge well up inside me, a rush of cum flowed from
the end of cock into Darlene’s open mouth. She moved forward
against the torrent, taking me into her mouth. Karen held on
to my cock, holding her hand in one place while I bucked and
worked more cum into my wife’s hot mouth. Darlene was
whimpering and moaning as I shot another flood into her
mouth, my cock twitching and throbbing. Another pulse exited
my cock into her mouth. I could feel the warmth of my cum
still in Darlene’s mouth, exciting me.
Karen pulled my cock from Darlene’s mouth, jacking me off
onto my wife’s tits, while her voice dripped with lust, “Cum
on her tits...yeah...all over her tits...make her your wet
little slut...”
Darlene grabbed Karen’s head and pulled her down for a kiss,
cum dribble from the one corner of her mouth. As they kissed,
more cum leaked past their lips, as Karen rubbed my cock over
my wife’s chest and tits. As they parted, I heard them both
swallow, Karen pulling my wife up from the bed to wipe the
cum from her face with my softening cock, which Karen then
sucked into her mouth.
I collapsed on the bed and watched as they both licked each
other off, started touching and caressing each other. Later,
I made love to each of these wonderful women, separately, and
together. When we were all finally sated, we cuddled and
kissed, falling asleep together, content and smiling.
>From that night forward, Karen was always invited for a
birthday or an anniversary party.
Good night and wet dreams—
The Pussy Barber
For Sweet Lena
Who is just beginning to explore her full sexuality.
An image keeps trying to form. An image that is like a half-
remembered scene from an old movie, familiar, yet vague. It
is her. Her presence, her karma, her soul. She invades my
mind easily, hovering around the edge of my memory recall,
teasing me, taunting. Visions and emotions surround me,
blocking out the real world. A feeling deep within me stirs
some primal instinct, some lower level need. I feel the
swelling between my legs as this basic urge glows ever
warmer.
I have not met her, but the stories she weaves leave me with
images that refuse to leave my mind. So powerful,
so...erotic, are her word-drawn images that my being is
consumed with thoughts of her. She writes of her discovery of
her own bi-sexuality with both tenderness and lust. Her
consuming passion for her girlfriend, Sue. She is both amazed
and frightened by the heights to which her lust can take her.
She hasn’t yet learned how to channel it; to make it serve
her.
We talk by way of technological magic, using numbers.
Numbers; turning into words. Numbers; turning into lusty
phrases, yearnings for touch, caresses, and very powerful
mental images. I must let it out. Release the emotions I feel
for her. Writing this story is one way of coping with that
need. Seldom has a woman ever stirred both such yearning and
warmth in me by just the written word alone. A fantasy stirs,
demands that it be set free so that it may exist elsewhere
and not be forgotten. I have no choice but to comply.
--- The Meeting ---
I paced the departure lounge impatiently. I was taking the
seven a.m. United flight from San Jose to Chicago. Nervously,
I glanced at the clock on the lounge wall for the eighth time
in ten minutes. Not only did I have business in Chicago, but
SHE would be there too.
We’d arranged it by computer. She’d meet me that evening at
my hotel. It was my suggestion that she could get a room for
her and Sue, so no one would feel trapped or uncomfortable if
things didn’t pan out. I was looking forward to meeting her,
so we could actually talk, with real words, face to face. It
was also my suggestion for her to bring Sue with her, as much
for her own comfort as to indicate that I was really sincere.
The seating, the rollout and the flight seemed to last an
eternity. My mind could not concentrate on business. I was
about to help instruct thirty freight handlers on a new
software package, but all I could think of was “What if she
cancels out?”. Shaking that line of thought from my head gave
me the small opening I needed drive a wedge into my mind and
concern myself with my job this afternoon.
The hotel was in Elmhurst, just outside of Chicago. Not the
most regal accommodations, but I was no corporate executive
either. Checking in, I asked if any messages had preceded my
arrival. The clerk handed me a folded slip of pink paper. My
hands trembled as I reached for the scrap of paper, trying
not to grab it away from the clerk. It was a pink “While-you-
were-out” note. On it, a masculine hand had written with a
blue ballpoint, the simple message “In room 7113. Call or
knock after you settle in. Lena.”
“Here is your key sir.” The clerk said. “Number 7117. Seventh
floor and down the hall on your left.”
In my room, I quickly showered and changed clothes into
something a bit less casual than the jeans I’d worn earlier.
California companies can have a relaxed attitude towards
dress, but I felt the need to wear dressier slacks and a
shirt. As I prepared to leave, I thought “should I call or
knock” as the note indicated? Now, I worried that I would
chicken out.
The knock idea won the contest. I’m not much of a drinker,
but I cradled the bottle of Mirrasou red zinfandel carefully
in my left arm. Nervously I rapped on the door. Voices
inside. The door opened and I was sure that my heart with its
pounding would either stop or flee from my chest. I gazed
upon a blonde beauty holding the door, looking expectantly at
me. Behind her stood, a perfectly tanned and lovely raven
haired woman. Catching my breath, I smiled and said “Did
someone request a very ‘special’ barber?” Referring to my
alias on the computer as “Pussy Barber”.
The ladies were looking at a thirty-fiveish, bespectacled,
man with a mustache and dressed semi-casually. His brown hair
beginning to lighten with glances of gray, his brown eyes
sparkling as he smiled. Average height, and broad shouldered,
his form indicated a collegiate wrestler or football player.
His smile bespoke of a causal friendliness that seemed
contagious.
Lena invited me into the room, and I offered the wine as
token thanks for at least letting me meet them both.
Introductions were made, and we found some glasses for the
wine. The conversation started out innocently around simple
topics. Gradually, as the wine acted as a social lubricant,
we found ourselves discussing our feelings about bi-
sexuality, and revealing some fantasies. It was Sue, pouring
the last of the wine into our glasses that said “Uh-oh, the
well’s run dry.”
Smiling, I revealed that I had brought two bottles, one white
and one red, leaving the white to chill in my room. As we
laughed, I offered to fetch the white wine. Lena joked
“You’re trying to get us drunk and take advantage of us I
presume!”
In my best southern drawl, I replied “Madam, a civilized
su’thern gentleman would nevah resort t’ such improprieties.
You have mah humble apologies if ah implied anythin’
different.”
I departed to bring the wine, and returning as I promised
within “two shakes of a country dawg’s head”. I rapped
politely on the door to the room and heard a voice call out
“C’mon in”.
Walking through the door, I closed it behind me before I
realized what it was that I saw. Both Lena and Sue were naked
on the FLOOR of the room, at the foot of the bed, with Lena’s
legs spread wide, giving me a beautiful view of her shaved
pussy. Sue was almost sitting on Lena’s face, leaning on one
knee, with the other leg outstretched to the side, supporting
her beautifully tanned body with one hand, the other gently
massaging and kneading the glistening flesh between Lena’s
thighs. Spellbound by the unexpected, I stood by the door
afraid to move for fear the dream would dissolve. Their
nakedness seemed all the more exciting since I was fully
dressed, and I watched as Lena raised her head to smile at
me.
Regaining what little I could of my composure, I sat at the
table and just watched. Sue was caressing and nibbling on
Lena’s lean form. Moving like a feather over her skin, making
Lena gasp several times. She bent her head down to the bared
skin of Lena’s pussy and began to stroke and lick with her
tongue the most sensitive spot. Lena’s legs gave a twitch as
tongue met clitoris, then she made a heavy audible sigh.
There was a pressure of a much too confined member pressing
against my crotch. I could feel myself swelling and
threatening to burst the seams of my pants. I took a deep
breath, reminding myself to breath once in a while. As Sue
plied her tongue, Lena’s eyes met mine and we gazed into each
other’s souls. “Yes. I’m watching you.” I thought, trying to
pass it to Lena’s mind. “I’m watching you and you’re making
me hard.”
I roved my eyes over the visual feast, not wanting to miss
anything. Lena’s nipples were hard and erect, proudly
proclaiming that she was enjoying the attention. Her legs,
spread wide and slightly bent were long and smooth. Her chest
heaved with her breathing, and I could see beads of
perspiration forming in the groove down her lean stomach.
Sweat was forming on my arms, and my back as I watched. The
sensation of pressure from my confining slacks made my cock
twitch and throb. I could feel a drop of pre-cum forming and
see the small damp mark it made on the pants.
Sue’s darkly tanned body contrast nicely to Lena’s lightly
tanned skin. She was still keeping her dark bush out of
Lena’s reach, teasing and tantalizing her with it. I could
see Sue’s full breasts resting gently on Lena’s lower
stomach, her full nipples peeking around the corners of her
breasts. Her dark hair had fallen about Lena’s thighs,
obscuring the view of her tonguing, but the movements of her
head made an obvious statement. She too was beginning to
sweat, and I could see a light glistening sheen begin to
cover her back. Her dark figure, glistening in the light, and
the musky fragrance of these two women brought still further
protests from my cock. As I watched, a burning knot formed
deep inside me, like a bass guitar string vibrating from in
my balls, wending it’s way up inside my pulsing cock.
Lena’s thighs quivered and her ass tensed up. I could hear
her exhale a short breath...then another. Sue had brought her
to the brink, and was trying to keep her there. Sue paused
and turned her head to glance at me. I could a glistening
wetness on her lips and chin as her eyes met mine. Sue’s eyes
said something to me that I didn’t quite understand before
her head returned to Lena’s wetness. I was still fully
dressed, not even a zipper undone, but my approval was quite
obviously bulging the leg of my pants.
I could see Lena wriggling slightly, trying to force Sue to
make contact in the right place, and Sue was avoiding her. A
light dawned on me, and I moved, just the second time since
entering the room. Quietly I knelt down next to them and
breathed into Lena’s ear, just loud enough for Sue to hear;
“You’re both soo beautiful! Oh, soo NAKED...and LUSTY! I want
to see you suck her clit after you CUM! I want to taste her
juice on your lips!” I caressed Sue’s ass, inches in front of
Lena’s face, her eyes glazing and trying to focus on my hand.
I slipped my hand down and pinched one of Lena’s nipples
between my fingers. As Sue began her final assault on Lena’s
slit, I spoke again in the same voice.
“Can you feel her soft, warm, tits against you? Her tongue
probing inside your pussy? Look how wet she is!” I said as I
ran my fingers lightly through Sue’s glistening cunt hairs.
“Would you like me to rub her sweet wet cum on your tits?”
Lena tensed suddenly, her whole body wracked with pleasure.
Wave after wave coursed through her, and I could see her
whole body tense in tempo to the pace set by her cunt. Sweat
ran down her breasts, curving to fall down her sides.
Something wet and shiny dribbled onto her chin. As I looked,
I could see small white pearls forming and dripping from
Sue’s pussy onto Lena’s face and neck. Without invitation,
and losing my control, I bent my face to hers, and licked a
drop of Sue’s cum. Then with a gentle touch my tongue parted
Lena’s lips, sharing the tasty jewel with her tongue. All
this time, not a sound escaped her body, and suddenly a long
soft moan went its way up her throat to be muffled in my
mouth.
Sue moved to sit next to us, watching as we kissed. As I felt
Lena’s body relax, I eased back, pausing to gently kiss her
nipple, tugging at it with my lips. Sue and I wordlessly
caressed her—arms, legs, stomach and face. A smile on her
face, she opened her eyes and looked first at Sue, then
towards me.
“H-How did you know?” She asked haltingly. “How did you know
to do that?”
“One of your stories.” I replied. “I knew what you wanted
from the story.”
I looked at Sue, and even with her tan, I could see the flush
between her breasts. Our eyes met and locked, the lust still
with us both. I stood, and helped her up, her hands reaching
for my belt.
“Why don’t you lie down and let us both eat your pussy?” I
asked.
“Hmmm. Sounds like lots of fun!” She smirked. “But what about
you? You should be about to burst!” Her deft hands shoved my
pants and shorts to the floor, and my cock, hard and very
erect, stood there demanding some attention. Her hands
ignored the demands and began unbuttoning my shirt. I reached
out and caressed Sue’s nipples with the palms of my hands. As
she removed my shirt, her hands ran down to my nipples and
she bent over and sucked one onto her mouth, circling her
tongue rapidly around it.
Lena watched, stroking her breasts and caressing her mound.
Sue knelt and licked a drop of pre-cum from the head of my
cock, just before her warm mouth engulfed me. I held on,
trying to clear my head so that I wouldn’t cum right away.
Pulling Sue up, I guided her to the bed and laid her down
gently. Lena followed, crawling up from the foot of the bed,
her body still damp with a fine sheen of perspiration.
As I began to kiss and caress Sue’s body, Lena moved close to
her and she began sucking Sue’s nipples. My tongue parted her
dark bush, tasting her sweet succulent juices. I lingered on
the lips of her pussy, pulling on them with my lips, teasing
with my tongue. Her movements told me what I already knew—
move higher! Sloowwwly I moved my tongue higher, finding her
clit, engorged and ready, I circled it in slow motion several
times. Then diving down again, I pushed my tongue into her
hole as far as I could, tasting the honey-thick cream that
flowed from her river. Further down, remembering one of
Lena’s stories, I flicked my tongue rapidly over the area
between her cunt and asshole. Her hips moving in response, I
traced random patterns from her clit to her asshole, kneading
other parts of her flesh with my fingers.
After several minutes, Sue was again covered with a shiny
layer of perspiration, some forming droplets around her tits.
Then I felt a hand on my cock, and looking up, realized that
Lena had moved around to give me head. As her mouth worked up
and down on my shaft, making it wet with her saliva, I tried
to concentrate on Sue’s pussy. I ran my hands up her belly,
pressing firmly on her skin until my hands reached her tits.
One in each hand, I pushed them up, then squeezed, letting go
rapidly so they would fall back by themselves. I ran my hands
firmly down her sides, to grasp her hips and pull her cunt
tightly against my lips.
Lena’s tongue caressed my balls, then ran up the underside of
my cock. Her warm wet tongue tracing the circumcision scar,
and then flicking the edge of the head backwards. It felt as
if my cock were straining to grow another 3 inches, trying to
continue the sensation. Her mouth engulfed the head, this
time, her lips pressing tightly around that scar. Slowly she
withdrew, making the edge of my cock-head force its way past
her lips.
“Oh God! You’ll make me cum in no time doing THAT!” I
muttered past Sue’s pussy.
Lena’s chuckle was full of lust and greed, telling me that is
what she had intended. Sue’s clit, a red-pink pearl, peeked
out at me, seeming like it wanted to grow too. I took her
button between my lips, sucking it past them. I pressed down
hard, trying to cut off the blood flow to it, then flicking
my tongue rapidly over her clit, I released the pressure and
felt it blossom against my lips and tongue. I slipped
two...then three fingers into her pussy, hearing moist sounds
as I did. My tongue danced from her labia to her clit, as my
fingers tried to spread her pussy open. Her wetness spread
down to the heel of my hand, making the bed wet.
Suddenly Sue’s legs clamped around my ears and her hips
arched up off the bed. I stopped moving, feeling her clit
pulse and her cunt grip my fingers tightly. As her hips
lowered, I flicked her button lightly, once. Her hips moved
again and I could feel her cunt trying to suck my hand up
insider her. Her whole body convulsed and shuddered. Then we
lay still, except for Lena who was hungrily sucking the head
of my cock. In the excitement of Sue’s orgasm, I had somehow
ignored Lena’s mouth, but now she seemed to be sucking me
inside out. I raised my head and looked up at Sue, and she
smiled down at me, mouthing the words “thank you” silently.
I sat up and pulled out of Lena’s mouth, her giving me a
petulant pout, as if I’d taken away a toy (didn’t I?). I
knelt on the bed, along side Sue’s knees and offered it to
Lena again. As she knelt, leaning over onto her elbows, Sue
began to fondle and play with Lena’s upturned ass. Sue wanted
to watch, so she shifted for a better view, sliding her legs
under Lena, with Lena’s breasts lightly brushing her bush.
Sue looked at me after a short while, asking the silent
question “Aren’t you gonna cum?”.
“You know what I said to Lena to get her off.” I said.
“That’ll work for me too. Talk to her. Try to make her cum
too.”
Lena’s eyes looked up at me, amazed that someone shared her
turn-on fantasy. Sue’s voice came huskily, questioning, to
both of us.
“Ooooh! Would it turn you on to have some people come in, see
you NAKED with me finger-fucking your shaved little pussy
while you’re sucking cock? Maybe your boss from work? They
walk in as I’m rubbing my pussy juice all over your tits, and
he’s cumming in your mouth? They stand there, shocked, and
watch as you smile at them, then you turn and kiss me hard
with your gooey lips and tongue?”
My hips were trying to push more of my hard shaft into Lena’
mouth, and I could see drops of her saliva dripping from my
cock and her mouth as she rocked her hips against Sue’s hand.
A string was being pulled up my cock, tugging at my balls.
“Or would you rather have ‘em walk in while I’m sitting on
your face, holding your legs wide open as he spurts his jism
all over your little bare pussy? Then they can watch as I go
down on your naked creamy lips. Get my face all wet with you
both?”
Time ran out. Vesuvius erupted from within me, just as I saw
Lena’s hips thrust hard against Sue’s hand. My lava-hot cum
gushed from my cock into Lena’s throat. She unselfishly
pulled back and tried to get Sue’s mouth into position before
the next squirt. A thick white, stream of cum erupted too
soon, catching Sue’s tits half way up. It seemed to glow
whitely against her dark tan. Another contraction sent a wave
of pleasure through me as another spurt landed half in Sue’s
mouth, and half on her cheek. Lena moved closer as I leaned
back, unable to sit up, and pulled my cock to her tits as she
continued to stroke me. Warm cum ran over her tits and my
cock as she tried to milk me dry. Sue bent down and licked
the head, circling her tongue around and around.
I fell back, limp and sweaty. Both Lena & Sue were tasting my
cum from various parts of each other’s bodies. I watched as
hands moved between thighs. They played, and as Lena looked
over at me, I smiled and mouthed a silent “thank you BOTH”.
We cuddled each other and kissed each other as we lay down,
with Lena in the middle. I caressed both women, trying to
draw them both closer, feeling warm and contented.
“Next time we meet,” I said quietly, “let’s go camping in the
mountains. I’d really like to watch you gals outside in the
bright sunshine.”
“It’s a date.” came two answers as one.
Good night and wet dreams—
A Story Just For Lena
Visiting VIP’s and other dignitaries are common at our
offices, and we usually aren’t bothered by them. Now I was
groaning as my boss told me that for the next two days I
would be helping our Marketing department show a large group
of people about our facilities.
“Hell, John. I’m a senior analyst,” I complained, “not a
marketing type.”
“That’s why I’ve volunteered you.” my boss said. “You know
what we can and can’t do with the software. Your job is to
get ideas of what our customers are looking for and see if we
can design something for them. Consider it as an
‘intelligence-gathering’ mission.”
I went back to my office, grumbling to myself and wondering
if this was going to be a dull two days of lost work. Looking
at the calendar, I consoled myself with the thought “at least
it’s on Thursday and Friday, a nice break just before the
weekend”.
Thursday morning as I pulled into the parking lot, I was
thinking about the various features of our systems that would
impress our visitors, and I leaned the big Honda over too
far, grinding the floorboards against the asphalt. “C’mon
stupid,” I remarked to myself silently, “keep your mind on
what you’re doing.” Little did I know that this would be a
problem for the next two days.
Jeanie, our marketing guru, made the introductions and began
to talk about the services we provide, cost savings,
benefits, et cetera, ad nausem. I took the time to look over
our guests, noting that most seemed to be the corporate
professional types, dull and uninteresting. There were
several women cut from that same mold in the group. All but
two that is. One gal was an attractive brunette, late
twenties, with a pleasant but not too dark tan. Her eyes were
pale blue, a stark contrast to her dark features. She also
wore a wedding ring that looked like it belonged in the J.
Paul Getty family. The other woman, also looked like she was
in her middle to late twenties, very attractive, tall, blonde
and fair. I couldn’t see her as well since she was sitting on
my side of the table, my view blocked by a fiftyish woman
with a prudish look and a gold cross fixed to her Saks Fifth
Avenue jacket.
Most of the morning wasted away with other department
personnel speaking before I got up and talked about our
computerized tracking system. Standing in front of the room,
I could see the blonde quite well, and several times I was
almost distracted from my presentation. She sat well down the
table from me, taking notes, and the absence of a wedding
ring was duly noted. But something else kept drawing my eyes
back to her each time I looked at the group. Something.
Something...familiar?
Later in the day, as we toured the facilities, I found myself
waiting near the door as the group filtered into the room.
The blonde came up and looked like she was going to say
something to me when another guest asked her to hold his
coffee cup while he fumbled with his briefcase. They passed
through the portal, the moment for us lost. What was it about
her, I wondered, that stirred something inside me? Should I
know who she is? Like groping for a name that wouldn’t come,
I searched my mind for a clue.
Further opportunities to speak to the her failed to appear
until late in the day, when we adjourned outside to a display
of our equipment. After a long promotional speech by one of
our vice-presidents, our guests began to mill about, talking
with one another. I spotted my mysterious blonde and headed
over to talk to her. The crowd shifted and moved, and as we
met, we found ourselves on the edge of the throng, staring
into each other’s eyes.
“Hi” I said cheerfully, “Anything I can do for you?”
“As a matter of fact,” She replied, showing me a smile that
turned my legs into something akin to Jell-O, “you can. I’ve
been wondering about this all day—have we met?”
My heart skipped a beat. Then another. My the ground seemed
to have acquired a tilt. I took a deep breath, intending to
make a smooth reply, not to let her see how shocked I was.
I giggled.
“I don’t think so.” I chuckled in spite of myself. “In fact,
I’ve been wondering the same thing about you all day.”
Now it was her turn to giggle.
We introduced ourselves (again) and the names didn’t
register. We tried other companies we’d worked for, clubs and
organizations, but nothing seemed to work. I stood, looking
deeply into her gray eyes, lost inside of her. Her presence
seemed to ignite a flutter deep inside my being. Stirring a
feeling of warmth and closeness, making me want to reach my
arms around her and hold her. She too seemed to stare into my
eyes, searching them for some clue, some means to identify
the feeling we both had.
As we walked back inside, side by side, I watched the grace
with which she moved. She seemed to flow rather than walk,
her movements as graceful as a cat. I held the door for her
as she entered, returning her smile as she passed by. Her
perfume was faint, almost a whisper, and it left me wanting
to find and kiss the places she had applied it. We sat
together in the conference room this time, and I felt elated
that the day was coming to a close.
As people began leaving, some talking with other department
reps, I asked her if she was coming back tomorrow for the
second half of the tour.
“Yes,” She smiled, “my plane doesn’t leave until tomorrow
night.”
“Oh, you’re from out of town?” I queried. “You didn’t mention
that before.”
“Colorado, the Denver area.” She said as we walked toward the
door.
“Denver?” I stopped dead in my tracks, holding the door part
way open.
She looked at me questioningly, then seeing something in my
eyes, her expression changed, one of—apprehension?
As we walked outside, I whispered quietly, not sure, “Lena?”
She stopped, searching my face, looking for some sign of how
she should reply. I gestured to the big blue Honda, and asked
her if she’d like to go for a ride.
Her head turned to me, eyes wide, “The Barber?” she asked.
Smiling, I took her hand, gazing into her eyes as I said, “P.
Barber, at your service” and bent to gently kiss her delicate
hand.
“I don’t believe this!” She exclaimed.
“Where are you staying? Or should I be so bold as to ask you
to dinner tonight?”
We both laughed and agreed that dinner was a good idea. There
were only several million questions we had for each other,
not the least of which was one that would likely never be
asked.
I followed her to her hotel, allowing her plenty of time to
freshen and change into clothes appropriate for motorcycling.
We left the hotel and headed south along the coast highway to
Carmel. We had dinner in a candle-lit restaurant on the bay,
sitting at a small table for two against the large plate-
glass windows, watching the sun sink against the Pacific
ocean, lighting the skies with a pink and orange sunset. As
we talked, I felt drawn to her, wanting to touch her and just
gaze into her beautiful gray eyes. I felt, too, the desire to
wrap myself in her laugh, her smile, her very presence giving
me a high.
We strolled out into the warm evening air, feeling as though
we’d just met again after many years. I took her arm in mine,
as we strolled a few blocks to the Hog’s Breath Inn, Clint
Eastwood’s cozy place, looking into the shop windows that
lined the quiet streets. We talked more, about our writings
to each other, and to others on the BBS system. About
fantasies and dreams.
I could feel my desire for her building up inside. I could
feel other things too and I tried to keep my mind on her
words. As we left Carmel, riding back to her hotel, she
reached forward and caressed my back, making goose-bumps rise
on my arms. I reached back and caressed her leg, squeezing
her knee softly. She replied by wrapping her arms low around
me and hugging me gently.
As we pulled in to the hotel parking lot, I knew I didn’t
want this to end with a “thank-you-it’s-been-a-lovely-
evening” goodnight. Parking the bike and putting away the
spare helmet she’d worn, she solved my worries.
“Would you like to come up and talk some more?” She asked.
We went to her room, and as I laid my jacket on the chair, I
turned to find her standing close to me, her nipples hard and
visible through the cloth of her blouse. Wordlessly, I gently
pulled her to me, feeling her breasts against my chest, her
head tilted towards mine. As I gazed into her eyes, a warm
feeling embraced me from within. I lowered my lips to hers
and kissed her, gently. Her lips parted, and my tongue
caressed hers, exploring her for the first time. Wanting to
find her secrets, her passions. We melted into each others
arms, becoming one in our desires.
As our kiss parted, we looked into each other’s eyes, as if
seeing each other for the first time. I ran my hands lightly
over her arms, bringing one hand to my lips, kissing her palm
lightly. She caressed my palm with her nails, bringing my
other hand up, kissing my palm lightly in return. I smiled,
brushing my hand over her cheek, lifting her light hair up
and back. I kissed her cheek delicately, moving further back
to her ears, her earlobes, and down her neck. Her hands were
caressing my back, my sides and my arms, each touch creating
sparks inside my head. A soft sigh escaped from her lips as I
kissed her neck below her ear.
She stepped back smiling at me, her hand on my chest, rooting
my feet to the floor. Slowly, she began to unbutton her
blouse, never taking her eyes from mine. I watched as each
button was carefully undone, leaving her blouse open and
inviting. She reached in, unfastening the front hook, and in
one smooth motion removed her strapless bra, dropping it to
the floor. Her full breasts moved sensuously beneath her open
blouse, the nipples straining against the fabric. My tongue
moved in my mouth, and I was trying to imagine the feel of
her nipples responding to my kisses. This time, as she moved
herself into my arms, my hands parted the front of her
blouse, feeling the warm silkiness of her breasts brush my
forearms, the soft skin of her sides and stomach as I reached
around to caress her back. We kissed, passions flaring as our
tongue met, my hands running up her back to pull her
shoulders closer to me, pulling her blouse free from her
pants. Her arms moved to her sides, her lips still against
mine as I slid her blouse from her shoulders, letting it fall
gently to the floor. Her arms wrapped around my neck, as she
resumed the kiss in full earnest. My hands found her naked
breasts, lifting and cupping each one. My fingers teased her
nipples as her tongue followed mine into my mouth. Her hips
moved against mine, feeling the bulge that was waiting for
them.
This time I stepped back, unbuttoning my shirt, staring into
her eyes. She watched, and each time her eyes strayed too low
or too high, I paused, making the task take even longer than
necessary. When, at last, I finished, she moved forward,
reaching up and removing my shirt as she bent her head to
kiss my chest. She ran her tongue under the ridge of my chest
muscles, teasing them and me with how sensitive the skin was.
Her lips found the nipple, taking it between her lips,
sucking gently. My hands stroked her hair as she suckled,
then she used her tongue, flicking my nipple rapidly back and
forth in her mouth, making me moan softly. I placed my hand
under her chin, bringing her lips up to mine and kissed her
softly, running my tongue over her parted lips. Her hands
caressed my chest and stomach, making the fires within me
more urgent.
Again I stepped back, and she remained. Smiling, I knelt and
began to unfasten her pants, kissing her stomach and licking
lightly around her navel. As the zipper moved down, allowing
her pants to fall away from her hips, I half circled her
waist with short tiny kisses, pinching her flesh gently
between my lips. Her pants fell to the floor, and I held them
as she stepped out of each leg, kissing her thighs just above
and inside each knee. Her musky fragrance filled the air, her
moistness covered only by a small patch of cloth. Delicately,
I leaned forward and kissed her through the thin material,
breathing slowly and warmly against the sensitive skin. Her
hands pushed gently at my head, and I reached up, gathering
the elastic band into my fingers. Slowly I pulled them down,
kissing each new patch of her skin that appeared. Slowly I
worked my way down, kissing her bare mons, blowing a cooling
breath after each lightly damp kiss. As the fabric stretched
flat, leaving only her labia covered, I snaked my tongue
between her legs, curling the tip and drawing slowly back,
circling her most sensitive spot, savoring her aroma and
taste. She breathed a soft moan and I kissed her mons just
above, as I lowered the thin fabric to the floor. When she
stepped out, I caught each leg, kissing her calves and the
sensitive areas near her knees as I removed her socks. At
last, she stood before me, naked and beautiful, looking down
at me, her eyes gleaming.
I stood while she unfastened my belt and pants, kissing my
chest and working her way down my stomach. As she knelt, her
hands paused, gripping tightly against the fabric. She slid
her thumbs around and in one slow, fluid motion slipped my
pants and shorts to the floor. I watched as she blew cool
breaths against the sensitive underside of my shaft, making
it jump at the sensation. I stepped out of my clothes, while
she repeated the way I had removed her socks, kissing my
knees, making me want her even more.
She lifted her head and gently licked the very sensitive line
running up between my balls with the very tip of her tongue.
Her hand reached up, and held me straight as her tongue
continued higher and higher, running the length of my shaft,
to finally circle the head, making it grow and expand even
more.
She stood and we embraced, kissing passionately as I slid my
engorged shaft between her thighs, letting her feel the heat
and pulsing of my heart through it. Her breasts flattened
against my chest and I could feel the heat from them against
me, and the warmth of her against my rod felt like it would
set us aflame. Our tongues danced and I felt us melting
together, our souls as intertwined as our tongues, our hands
exploring each other. Time stopped. The universe around us
ceased to exist. We were together, our passions about to
become unleashed.
She moved us to the bed, and we laid down, still embracing,
her on top, trying to melt down into me. Her legs straddled
mine, my shaft throbbing against her shaved labia, her hips
pushing forward against me. I pulled her lips from mine,
holding her head inches above me, I stared into her eyes.
“Goddd!” I breathed, “I WANT you sooo much!”
“Take me.” She whispered back. “Take me tonight. Take me
now.”
I pulled her mouth back to mine, and rocked my hips to move
my aching cock between her moist lips. Her hips responded,
moving to let me slide in. As I felt the head slip past and
into her, my soft moan was lost in her mouth. We slowly
inched together, savoring the touch of man against woman. Of
man INSIDE woman. She moved back suddenly, just as I thrust
upward, neither of us able to contain desire, passion, or
lust any longer. We met at the base of my cock and deep
inside at the door to her womb.
“Oooohhhhhh!” we both cried simultaneously.
A slow parting, as we both now looked intently at each other,
watching our eyes, feeling our loins, feeling joined. We
gained speed with each new stroke, our passions reaching new
intensities. I could feel her wetness now, surrounding my
cock buried deep inside her. She could feel the steel
rigidity of me, plunging into her depths. My hands moved to
her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them together. I
leaned my head up, licking one nipple as she plunged down on
my cock. I began to see the perspiration glisten on us both
as the heat of our passion filled the room. Musky fragrances
hung in the air.
I sat up, grabbing her and pulling her to me, kissing her
fiercely, crushing her breasts against my chest. Her arms
around my neck, she returned my kiss feverishly, her tongue
dancing rapidly in my mouth.
We rolled over, with me staying inside her as we laid back on
the bed. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me into her
burning pussy. My hands found hers and our fingers
intertwined as we plunged on and down, into the depths of our
desires. My lips found her nipple, shiny and wet from before.
I kissed it, sucking it into my mouth to flick my tongue over
it. Her pussy contracted around my shaft, her ring holding
onto me tight. I stopped moving and flexed my shaft back at
her, causing her to gasp. Her hips moved again, drawing me
deeper into her warm wet pool. I turned my head, biting her
other nipple softly, pulling it away from her until her
breast stretched slightly. Again her pussy grabbed for me,
but this time I continued to move, not letting her feel the
throbbing. I licked the flat valley between her breasts with
the tip of my tongue, sliding deep into her again. As I
slowly pulled back, I gripped the first nipple in my mouth,
waiting until just the very tip of my cock was still inside
her. Then pinching with my lips, and flicking with my tongue
I pulled her nipple again, waiting for her to contract. As I
felt her grasp, I slowly slid into her pussy, past her tight
ring, moving deeper and deeper. Each time she eased up, I
pulled or pinched her nipple, making her grip me again. At
full depth, I laid still, releasing her nipple and looking
into her eyes. Waiting a full two seconds I flexed within
her, lightly until she contracted, then hard, while she
gripped me. Her pussy responded clenching tight around my
cock, forced it to swell larger inside her, expanding her,
filling her.
Her hips lifted up, legs trembling, she moaned loudly and
came.
As her pussy contracted around me, spasming in orgasm, I
flexed again, as hard as I could, pushing against her soft
velvety skin.
“Ohhhhh yessss!” she cried as her hips rotated and forced
themselves up, tight against me, trying to draw me deeper.
I waited until I felt her just beginning to grab me again and
flexed my cock hard against her, feeling her pussy make me
swell again. Cries came from her lips, and as she relaxed, I
began to withdraw. Her eyes opened, pleading for me not to
pull away. My smile was one of pleasure as I held my cock
part way in, the taper of my cock even with her ring of
pleasure, waiting for the next wave to wash over her. She
wanted me deep inside her and I had moved back, telling her
with my eyes to lay still. When she again clenched down, this
time on the curve of my cock, positioned just right, her
pussy sucked me down deep inside.
“Ohhhhhhh God!” her voice was high pitched. “Ohhhhmmm.”
I leaned forward, covering her neck, her cheek, her eyelids,
with quick light kisses. Her legs drew me to her, as I felt
her pussy begin to relax. Sweat covered us both, and I could
feel it running down my back as I lay between her legs. I
could feel the sweat on her thighs against my sides, and her
breasts shone in the light.
“Feeling happy sunshine?” I asked.
“Hmm-Ummmmm!” came her reply.
As soon as her eyes opened, I flexed once again, watching as
she felt it, her eyes opening wider, the pupils dilating.
“Oh! Nasty boy!” She smiled.
“I have an nice idea,” I chuckled back, “but I’ll have to get
up first.”
“Nooo!” She pouted. “I don’t want you to go.” She locked her
ankles around me, pulling into her, pinning me to her.
“Greedy.” I said.
“Uh-huh!”
“C’mon sweetie, this’ll only take a few seconds.” I pleaded.
She looked at me, and softly “I want to feel you go soft
inside me.”
“Might take a while.” I smiled back, “I haven’t come yet.”
At her quizzical look, I pulled back, letting her feel that I
was still fully hard, and ready for more.
“And besides,” I explained, “After all those stories, you
didn’t think that I’d let you only have one did you?”
“Smarty. I had two just now!”
We kissed and held each other tightly for a few more minutes
before finally I went and rummaged in my jacket, looking back
at the bed where she lay, propped up on her elbows, watching
me. Her graceful form, damp with sweat, glistening and shiny
in the light. Her legs slightly apart, her bare pussy, lips
full, begging me to return. She shook her head, creating aura
of golden hair, making her breasts move seductively, as she
watched curiously. Finding what I was looking for, I moved
across the room, picking up the ashtrays as I went. I crossed
the main room and shut off the lights. I went into the dark
bath, and returned a moment later.
The small candles I’d picked up at the restaurant flickered
nicely as I moved around the main room, placing them at
different angles to the bed. Once finished, I returned to
this warm, passionate woman who filled me with desire.
“Let’s make the rest memorable.” I whispered.
She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me much too
briefly, then hugged me tight.
“Yes,” She said, “I want it to be special too.”
I laid her back against the pillows, holding her arms as she
went. Moving down, I kissed the insides of her thighs,
caressing her gently with my lips. I moved randomly from
thigh to thigh, working my way upwards, towards her naked
pussy. Just as I reached her pussy, I paused, looking at her
nakedness closely in the flickering candlelight. So soft and
sensitive and desirable. I kissed her mons gently, barely
touching her. As I worked down now, I could almost taste the
fragrant wetness between her legs. I tipped my head and let
my hair brush gently over her bare mons. She sounded her
pleasure to me, and I bent my self lower, spreading her legs
wide. I kissed that sensitive place where her thighs, cheeks,
and pussy meet. That flat little area next to her lips. I ran
my tongue up one side, down the other, ignoring her moist
pussy and her swollen lips. I slid my tongue down, flicking
it softly over the soft flesh between her front and back
holes. Her hips rose up, begging for more there.
I slid my hand under her cheeks, cupping them and lifting her
off the bed. I ran my tongue along the line that forms the
bottom of one cheek. Then back to the area between her holes,
where I flicked my tongue fast and light. Her moans were soft
and full of pleasure, as I lowered her back to the bed. I
moved closer, raising her legs over my shoulders and bringing
my hands around her hips. Two fingers parted the upper lips
of her pussy, baring her swollen clit to me. Peeking out like
a pearl, I saw it was wet and shiny. I breathed softly and
hotly against it, making her wait, following with a light
cool breath. Then I touched it with just the tip of my
tongue, staying as still as I could be. She moaned, loud in
frustration. I flicked my tongue and began to circle, slowly,
stopping each time she raised her hips.
“Don’t tease me!” She half commanded, half pleaded.
I ran my tongue down, parting her lips as I went, finding her
sweet wet hole. I flicked my tongue against the sides of her
hole, then up to the lips of her pussy. I sucked each one
into my mouth, running my tongue over them, pulling and
playfully tugging them taut. Back and forth, up and down I
went, teasing, taunting, playing, pulling until her hips were
rocking and swaying. I found her button, and sucked it into
my mouth, squeezing it softly between my lips, my tongue
circling it rapidly. I could feel it swell between my lips,
and giving it one farewell flick, let it go. As it receded
from my mouth, I ran my tongue down the full length of her
slit, greedily lapping up her wetness. As I moved up, I slid
two fingers into her sopping pussy, my tongue circling her
clit again. Her hips were moving up and down, and I pushed my
fingers all the way in, feeling her wet juices flowing into
the palm of my hand. I locked my mouth over her clit,
flicking her quickly, and pulling my fingers out slowly. I
looked up to see her in candlelight, her hands cupping her
tits hard; on the edge; ready.
When my fingers were halfway out, I stopped. I sucked her
clit into my mouth as hard as I could, spreading my fingers
at the same time. I pressed my lips together slowing the
blood flow to her all important place. As I closed my
fingers, then reopened them, spreading her pussy wide, I bent
them upwards toward her stomach, touching her from inside.
Then I let go of her clit and the soft flesh surrounding it.
Blood flowed and after a second, I flicked my tongue once
over it.
Her legs closed tightly around me, her hips arching off the
bed. Her hands squeezed her tits and nipples hard, her head
thrown back, stomach tense. She came down only to raise up
again after taking a short breath. I could feel her pussy
contracting around my fingers, squeezing them closed. I let
her squeeze, forcing my fingers apart when she relaxed. As
her contractions slowed, I gently kissed her thighs, thanking
her for letting me make her happy.
I lay behind her, holding her in my arms, kissing the back of
her neck while she relaxed, a smile on her face.
“You’re soo sweet.” I said. “I could eat you and love you for
hours at a time.”
She cooed, pressing her back against my chest as I hugged her
closer. I ran my hand over her thigh, admiring her form in
candlelight. I felt the smoothness of her thigh, marveled at
her graceful lines. I caressed her lean stomach, running my
hands under the line of her breasts, then down again to her
thighs. I purred into her ear.
We cuddled and spoke softly for almost an hour, my cock
wilting like a flower. I was happy and content, cuddled next
to her, feeling at peace with the world. As she stirred on
her side, my hand cupping her lower breast caressed its way
down to her silky smooth mons, lingering on her bare skin.
She sighed softly, leaning back into me slightly, I kissed
the nape of her neck, working my way up and over behind her
ear. As she leaned back and turned slightly, her legs parted
and my fingers slipped easily between her legs, caressing her
still damp lips. Her head turned, and we kissed. Slow and
leisurely. I caressed her pussy, my fingers teasing around
her clit without actually touching it.
She sat up slowly, pushing me onto the pillows, her hair
flowing around her head, her breasts swinging as she leaned
forward. Moving over she quickly took my slowly rising cock
into her mouth. Still soft, she engulfed me down to the base,
moving her tongue inside her mouth. As she pulled back, her
lips pressed against my flesh, and I could feel myself
beginning to rise. Her hair cascaded down, brushing my thighs
and stomach, looking like a golden aura in the dim candlelit
room. Her figure was all graceful curves, accentuated by
shadows, appearing to fade into nothingness at the edges.
Grasping me, she ran her tongue around the head and down to
the sensitive scar left from the circumcision at birth. I
laid back, enjoying the sensation of her mouth and tongue on
me. She licked the underside of my shaft, flicking her tongue
over the edges of the head, making me smile and moan softly.
Her tongue traced the veins over my cock, and back up to suck
me into her mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue
wicked and seductive. As she sucked me into her mouth, I
could feel the head hit the back of her mouth, forcing
another moan from my lips.
She ran her tongue down the underside, continuing down the
sacks of my balls tracing the sensitive line between them.
Down still, lifting my balls to flick her tongue at the
sensitive area underneath, between the base of my cock and
anus. As her tongue flicked, my hips rose and I moaned
softly. She worked back up, taking the soft skin of my sack
into her mouth and sucked gently. Then she softly and gently
sucked one of my balls into her mouth, her tongue caressing
it on all sides. My cock swelled, turning purple-red as she
tongued each one, all the while stroking my cock up and down,
squeezing tightly on the upstroke. She sucked again on the
sacks, and blew gently on them, making me squirm for her
tongue. She slid upwards, licking my cock everywhere with her
tongue tip. Reaching the top, she sat up slightly, smiling
into my eyes as she pressed the head against a nipple,
kissing at me silently. She bent down, circling the head with
her tongue. Her breasts touched my balls, sending a shiver
through me, and running the length of my shaft. She again
sucked me into her mouth, her tongue flicking the underside
ridge hard. Moaning again, I arched my hips, wanting her to
swallow all seven hard inches of me. When she again sat up,
she rubbed my cock, wet with her saliva, over and between
both her breasts, pressing it hard against her nipples, and
all the while smiling at me, running her wicked tongue
seductively over her lips and teeth.
Her mouth engulfed me again, this time taking me deep into
her mouth. I could feel the head move past the back of her
mouth and enter her throat. Afraid to move, fearing to choke
her, I strained not to flex or push with my hips. Her lips
grabbed, trying to work me deeper into her mouth. Sweating
with the effort, wanting to push and flex and come in her
mouth, I laid back and moaned loudly.
“Ohhhhhhh Goddd!”
Her nails raked my thighs, as she slowly rose up my shaft.
Her tongue worked around the underside, pressing against the
ridge. When she raised her head and looked at me, candlelight
made the tears glisten in my eyes.
“Had enough?” She smiled with a mischievous grin.
“Ohhh, Yesss.” I replied, wanting more, but wanting HER most
of all. “Come here and fuck me. I want you, I want you NOW!”
She moved up and straddled my hips, lowering herself slowly
on to my rigid tool. I felt the lips of her pussy part,
letting me slide past, into her warm wet depths. She
controlled me now. Her every move had me at her mercy. She
slooooowly lowered herself, raising up when I tried to move
deeper into her.
“Oh no.” She said, smiling wickedly. “Mustn’t rush.”
“Ooooh, you tease!” I joked back. “You wicked little tease.”
She laughed and continued her slow descent, stopping just
before she had me entirely within her.
“What do you want?” She whispered, obviously knowing the
answer.
“YOU!” I cried, “I want YOU! I WANT you!”
She sat down, taking me fully inside of her, my balls against
her ass.
“Ohhh yes. Fuck me.” I pleaded.
Slowly, she raised herself off my cock, hot and moist with
her wetness. I moaned as I felt every inch, every caress of
her slick pussy against me. My cock ached to feel her move
quickly, but part of me wanted to continue this pleasant
“torture” forever. She raised up, keeping only the head
inside of her, clenching her muscles against the soft
sensitive end of my cock.
“Ohhh, stop teasing me! I want to fuck you!” I moaned.
Her hips came crashing down to meet mine. So quick was her
descent I didn’t have time to prepare, and now I half sat up,
trying in vain to lift my hips, drive deeper into her. She
raised up and plunged down again, driving me deep. Again she
moved quickly, this time my hips moved up to meet hers, and I
touched bottom, making her gasp quickly.
Unable to contain myself any longer, I reached down and
around her, my hands cupping her cheeks. Lifting her up and
pulling her down I began to move faster. She leaned forward,
her breasts moving at each new thrust. I moved my feet under,
giving my hips leverage, and plunged deep again and again.
“Yesss, yesss, fuck me hard. Come inside me, come deep inside
me.”
I moved one hand up her back, pulling her head down to mine,
kissing her with a passion and intensity I’d never felt
before. Our tongues met, her breasts moved against my chest
and I could feel her wetness running down my cock, making my
balls wet and slick.
My other hand came up, and she laid down fully against me,
pushing her hips back against mine. I moved my calves over
hers, hooking my feet around and under, locking us together,
giving her something to grab onto. Her hips and mine moved in
a primal rhythm. Her pussy pulled and sucked at my cock,
trying to draw it deeper. My cock pulsed and throbbed,
plunging deep into her, trying to reach deeper yet. We
stopped kissing to breathe, both of us moaning instead. Her
back arched, her blonde hair flailing wildly, our sweaty
bodies wet and slick made noises that aroused us both.
“I want to fill you!” I hissed, “I want to take you over the
edge with me! Come with me! Come WITH me!”
She moaned and fell against me, her pussy contracting around
my cock. When I felt her starting to come, a dam broke deep
inside me. I felt a surging rush start upwards, making my
cock swell and my balls ache. She felt me grow inside her, my
thrusts long; hard; massive.
“Cum babee cum!” She shouted.
My arms pulled her to me, her lips met mine and we kissing in
a blind lust, tongues pressed together, arms and legs wrapped
around each other, sweat covering our bodies.
“Hmmmmmm! Unnnngg!” I moaned into her mouth, as I came.
Buried deep inside of her, my cock launched a geyser of
sperm. I could feel her pussy grip me tightly as I came. She
was still comming, her pussy squeezing me tight, milking me.
Moaning into each other’s mouths we both came again. Her
pussy still contracting, I gushed another surge into her,
feeling now the warm mingling of our juices.
She squeezed. I gushed. Squeeze. Gush. Squeeze. Gush.
Squeeze. Gush. Silence. Bliss.
As we slowly recovered, our mouths together, I licked her
tongue with mine, bringing us both from what felt like a
trance. Her tongue replied, caressing mine gently. Her tongue
began to withdraw, and as she did, my cock gave a reflexive
twitch, sending shock waves through her and back to me. Her
tongue plunged into my mouth again, and we kissed
passionately, realizing what we had just shared. As we
calmed, we kept kissing with shorter kisses, each more tender
than the one before it. Finally, she put her head on my
shoulder, relaxing completely. I held her close, feeling my
cock growing limp inside her velvety softness.
“Thank you.” I barely whispered.
She purred against my shoulder, saying something I couldn’t
hear. I ran my hands down her damp back, caressed her behind
gently, bringing my hands back up, then down her arms,
wrapped around my neck. The candles were still flickering
away, as we drifted off to sleep, still joined together.
We woke at about two in the morning, her head resting on my
chest, our legs around each other. The candles had burned
out, leaving us in darkness. Our lips met, and we kissed
lazily, enjoying the closeness in the warm room. We talked
for a while, holding each other close. In the morning, she
would call the airline and see if she could re-schedule her
flight back to Denver for Sunday night, giving us the
weekend. At least for now, we had each other, and we curled
up close, happy and content, and drifted off to sleep.
PART II - Friday
After our night together, we talked over breakfast about how
we seemed to be in touch with each other’s need’s. We found,
to our mutual surprise, that we’d both been reluctant to
participate in the meeting that brought us together. Also we
found that once near, we felt the presence of each other.
That strange, indescribable feeling of familiarity, yet not.
Deja vu?
The meeting on Friday went well, and we kept our heads firmly
attached and cool throughout. I answered questions for the
group, and was proud of the fact that I was able to calmly
and professionally answer hers, without any awkward “signs”
appearing. Knowing that we had the weekend together made it
seem like years before the meeting finally parted. Always the
Galahad, I walked her to her rental car, telling her how much
I wanted to be in her arms again. We dared to tempt the
fates, kissing long and deep, through the open window, while
she sat in her car. She returned to her hotel room to pack
and prepare to leave for an exciting weekend. I returned to
my job, praying for a massive two hour power failure that
would let me leave early.
We swing by my place, dropping off her rental car and
luggage, and pack the motorcycle for a weekend to remember.
We’re off very shortly, giggling like two teenagers that have
just put one over on the parents. The helmets have headsets
and we chat over the taped music, making suggestive remarks
to each other, laughing at double entendres, and thinking of
new ideas for stories and adventures. Three hours of riding
later, it is nearing dark, and we pull into a small Sierra
town of Angel’s Camp. Winding up several dark roads, we make
our last turn into the carport of an A-frame cabin well away
from the world.
“I thought you said we’d be camping.”
“We will, tomorrow night.” I reply, “The perfect spot, about
2 miles from here. An easy walk—if it’s daylight.”
“Well, who’s place is this anyway?” She asks, wondering.
“One half of it is mine.” I smile.
“Yours?” She looks at me again, “Does anyone live here?”
“No, my brother and I share it. He’s the ski bum, using it in
the winter, and I use it in the summer, when I can ride up
here.”
Once inside, the roomy open living room and lofty ceiling
feel open, yet safe and secure. I watch as she explores the
cabin, finally coming back into the living room. I pull her
to me as she is about to walk past.
“Kiss me.” I whisper, looking into her dark gray eyes.
We kiss, wrapping ourselves around each other as we do. I
feel her lips part, and my tongue caresses them gently as it
passes, searching for her tongue. I feel her breasts, warm
and soft, pressing against my chest. Her arms surround my
head, bringing me to her, her hips move towards mine. We
begin to melt into each other, feeling the world outside
dissolve away. My hands move down her back, pulling her
tightly to me. Her tongue tries to avoid mine, playfully
trying to play hide ‘n seek. It only heightens our passions,
and we begin to caress each other all over. My hand finds her
breast, sliding just the thumb and forefinger under it I lift
and let it slide slowly and delicately back, squeezing it to
a stop just before her nipple slides past. Her hand reaches
down, finds my erection, bulging hard against my pants. She
rubs me up and down, squeezes my shaft hard between all four
fingers and the palm of her hand. I moan, pushing my hips
forward.
“Would you like me to build us a fire?” I ask as our kiss
stops, our eyes inches apart.
“Yes, that would be lovely.” She replies.
We settle in, with me starting a fire, and spreading blankets
and some pillows by the large fireplace. She returns from
outside, bringing our belongings from the bike into the
house. We cuddle on the blanket, facing the fire, kissing and
caressing each other, looking into each other’s eyes.
Her gray eyes reflect the fire, making it look as though the
fire is IN her eyes, in her soul. My hand strays, down her
shoulder, stroking her arm, fingertips lightly touching her
forearms and hands. She’s letting me touch her, feeling it,
not trying to return it, but letting me please her. My head
tilts as I kiss her neck. Softly, quietly, my lips touch her
soft and sensitive skin, touching lightly and closing gently.
My hand rises and I run my fingertips down her blouse, down
the valley between her breasts, brushing only lightly against
her full breasts. My kisses continue slowly downward,
spiraling around her neck, taking their time. My hand is
stroking the valley between her breasts, and now, circling
under them, again only lightly brushing her breasts. Her
nipples are rising against the fabric, yearning to be
touched. My lips reach her neckline, kissing down further, my
tongue licking gently against the small hollow where her neck
meets her chest. Using the arm behind her neck, I turn her
face towards mine, and kiss her lightly on the lips. My hand
roams lower, lightly running down her stomach, circling
around and then going lower again. I kiss her cheek, softly
exhaling my warm breath against her skin. My hand has found
her thigh, and I squeeze it gently. I tip my head back to her
neckline, and while my hand roves and explores the inside of
her thighs I begin to unbutton her blouse with my lips,
kissing each newly exposed area as I kissed her neck.
The fire is building along with our passions, flickering over
her skin, casting dancing shadows around us. The fire warms
us, making us feel our passions burning, heating us up. My
fingers rake against her pants, feeling her skin underneath,
warm and soft. I’m down to a button that’s partially hidden
beneath her pants, leaving her blouse open down the front. I
move my hand and unbutton her pants while running my tongue
from her navel to her neck, leaving a light dampness on her
to catch the flickering firelight. My lips return and
unfasten the last button, before my teeth grip and pull the
zipper to her pants. Slowwwly I pull the zipper down,
teasing, and taunting.
I sit up, gazing at her, her eyes closed, as my hands slide
under her blouse, caressing her sides and stomach, sliding
upwards towards her breasts. Her nipples are hard and stiff,
showing through blouse and bra. My hands slowly arrive under
her breasts, palms on her sides, I push them up and together,
making them stand upright. Leaning over, my lips pull the
blouse away, and I place my open mouth barely above her
nipples, breathing soft warm air against them, one at a time.
Her breathing is deeper, her back arching up slightly as her
nipples try to find my mouth. I slide my hands behind her
back, pulling her upright, her lips to mine and we kiss.
Her tongue finds mine and dances wildly about. Her lips suck
my tongue into her mouth, her arms under mine, hands against
my shoulders, I’m being drawn deeper into her. Her blouse and
bra fall away, leaving her breasts to move freely, free to be
touched and caressed. I lay her down, gently against the
pillows, and move my lips quickly down her neck, down to her
chest. Again I tease, breathing against her nipples, running
my tongue around and under her beautifully full breasts. Her
hands find my head, guiding me to her nipples. I take her
nipple completely into my mouth, squeezing gently with my
lips, letting it sloowwly slide out, holding on to it then
letting go. I take the other nipple, running my tongue around
her areola inside my mouth. I pull gently, pulling her nipple
up and back from her breast, flicking the little bud with my
tongue.
The heat of the fire warms the room, and us. I move and slide
her pants from her hips, taking her panties with them, making
her naked in the warm fluttering firelight. I place a warm,
breathy kiss on her shaved mons, grasping the tender,
sensitive flesh between my lips, touching her nowhere else, I
flick my tongue lightly over her hooded clit, making her gasp
lightly.
I stand, looking down at her, naked in firelight, as I
unfasten the buttons on my sleeves. She looks at me, her hips
moving, her breasts swaying as she breathes deeply. Fire
dances in her eyes, yet her face is in shadow, looking away
from the fire, at me. Could it be a reflection? Or is it that
I have ignited her fire?
She sits up, facing me, and begins by removing my socks,
rolling them down my legs, then sliding her hands up my
calves, caressing and touching them lightly. She sits up, her
hands unfastening my belt and pants, her touch light,
delicate, but urgent. She slides my pants to the floor, and
kisses the insides of my thighs, as I step out of them. Her
hands run up the legs of my boxer shorts, her nails lightly
raking my skin. Her hands run around behind me, her finger
tips touching the bottom of my cheeks. She leans forward, and
kisses my hard cock through the fabric, blowing her hot
breath against my balls. My cock flexes, looking for the exit
from the confining material. Her hands slide down my thighs,
and at the last second, she pulls the shorts down, holding on
to the legs. My cock springs free, still surrounded by the
long tail of my shirt.
The shorts discarded, she begins unbuttoning my shirt, from
the top down. She’s kneeling, reaching up, her breasts
touching me through the fabric of the shirt-tail. My cock is
straining to touch her breasts. She works her way down
slowly, teasing me, smiling up into my eyes. Is that really
only a reflection?
My shirt falls away, my cock nestled in her breasts, as she
rubs them against me, pushing them against my balls. Her
tongue flicks out, tasting the pearl drop at the end of my
rigid cock. She bends her head, lifting my cock with one
hand, she runs her tongue around one of my balls, flicking
the soft skin surrounding it. She sucks one into her mouth,
tracing random patterns on it with her tongue. Then the
other. She kisses the inside of each thigh before she engulfs
me with her mouth. I moan, tossing my head back. She holds me
in her mouth, feeling the flexing and throbbing of my shaft.
Licking around the head, and flicking the underside ridge
hard, she begins to coax my balls with her fingertips.
They’re both hanging very low, away from my cock, and she
cups them in her hand, weighing them, feeling the soft skin.
She pauses to run her tongue over them, forcing me to moan
again, as my cock stretches and reaches for her. I look down,
and she sits back, legs open and inviting, supporting herself
on one hand. Her other hand reaches between her thighs,
moving briefly, then she brings it to her right nipple,
rubbing her slick juices around the areola, making them shine
in the firelight. She looks up at me, fire still dancing in
her eyes, and brushes her hand across her chest, licking her
lips as she cups one tit up to me, inviting me to come on
her.
I can’t stand it, and I kneel on the floor, pushing her back
and laying her flat. I move between her legs, sliding my arms
under her thighs, bringing my lips close to her pussy.
“I want to taste you. I you to come in my mouth.” I breathe
hotly on her.
My tongue touches her, sliding down from her mons, over her
clit, and down to the lips of her pussy, licking the thick
nectar from her, I continue down, down to her entry. I push
my tongue in as far as it will go, moving it back and forth,
up and down, teasing her pussy. Her hips move, lifting her up
to meet my tongue. My tongue flicks lower still, teasing her
just below her opening, the soft flesh damp with her
fragrance. Her hips arch now, trying to thrust against me,
her moans soft and purring.
I run my hands lightly over her sides, my fingers sliding
together at the middle of her stomach. Together my hands run
up, fingertips lightly touching her, straight up from her
stomach, between her breasts, flaring apart and circling her
breasts. Circles within circles, each smaller that the one
before, my fingertip caress, moving closer to her nipples. My
tongue slides inside her pussy as my fingers find and squeeze
her nipples, twisting and pulling on the hard little buds.
She melts into my mouth, flowing like a river, wetting my
tongue and face, her breathing is heavy, her hands pressing
mine tightly against her breasts. I can see her mouth is
open, forming soft O’s as my tongue caresses her labia.
Pulling each one of her pussy lips into my mouth, I flick my
tongue over and around the soft warm skin, pulling and
sucking it, making it taut against her pussy. I Run my tongue
against the sides of her thighs down to her pussy, pressing
hard against her flesh.
The heat of our bodies, the fire, our desires covers us with
a fine layer of perspiration, just a light dampness that
forms sparkles on her skin, reflecting the dancing firelight.
My tongue runs down her bare mons, flicking rapidly over her
sensitive and soft skin, leaving a wet trail towards its
destination. I use my tongue to part the folds of her flesh,
exposing her clit, peeking boldly from under its hood. I
circle it slowly, enjoying her reaction, her hips moving and
swaying gently against my tongue. Faster I circle, running my
tongue down her slit every few seconds, lapping up a thick
rich cream from her opening, bringing my tongue back up to
circle her clit again.
I watch this beautiful creature respond, her skin soft and
golden in the firelight, her breasts swaying gently with her
breathing, her hips moving in a seductive rhythm, her
breathing loud but soft too. I watch, waiting for the right
moment, knowing that she will think me cruel, but thank me
for it later. I want that moment to arrive quickly, or my
burning passion will drive me out of control too, unable to
prolong our ecstasy.
The right moment arrives, I feel her body tensing, getting
ready. I pull all contact away from her pussy, kissing her
soft thighs instead. I can hear her breathing, see her hands
cupping her breasts, her hips moving, looking for me, looking
for contact. I run my hands under her ass, cupping and
squeezing her cheeks, spreading them, kneading them. Her rush
interrupted, she makes a pleading moan, begging for me to
continue.
Ignoring her pleas, my lips move to her mons, kissing her
gently, high up away from her clit, teasing the soft flesh—so
close! So far away! Her hips move up, trying to offer the
right spot. My tongue circles her navel drawing a wet circle
before returning to her mons. Her moans are becoming
insistent, short, and angry.
My hands slide down, under her thighs, lifting them up, up
and back, her knees back towards her chest. She is fully open
to me now, and I can feel the burning heat from her pussy. I
glide my tongue down the backs of her thighs, still teasing
and prolonging her pleasant agony. Her musky aroma calls to
me, driving me close to the edge. My tongue follows the
inside of her thigh, coming close, promising to touch her
clit, passing by the edge at the last second. She moans her
disappointment, changing as my tongue finds her wet opening,
flicking quickly around and diving inside. I feel her pussy
grasp for my tongue, sending small waves of succulent cream
in my mouth. Her wetness is all around me, on my face, my
chin, her thighs, her mons, all slick from my tongue and her
cream. Everywhere it seems, and I want to lick and taste it
all. The urge to impale us both on my cock is so great, but I
want her this way first even more. I put my mouth to her very
wet opening and suck, wanting to suck the juices from her, to
drink of her. Her small cries of pleasure excite me even
more, telling me what I wanted. The time is right, and I move
up with my tongue, flicking it back and forth, stopping just
below her clit. Her hips move and buck, trying to get her
clit under my tongue. I pull my head back, watching her hips
move and plead for release, lowering her legs back by my
sides.
“Come for me baby.” I whisper. “Come.”
I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue,
feeling her pulse throbbing from within her sensitive button.
I slide two fingers inside her drenched pussy, trying to hold
them open against her ever increasing contractions. She moans
softly, closing her legs around me, her pussy grabs and
squeezes my fingers. My mouth is still, feeling the throbbing
of her clit as she comes. I feel her juice run down my
fingers, into my hand. I lay still, waiting for her first
wave to pass, then my tongue caresses her soft flesh around
her clit, starting another wave of intense pleasure. She
cries out, shocked by the intensity.
I sit up, licking her tasty cream from my fingers, sliding
next to her in the firelight. I pull her close to me, feeling
her warmth, her skin damp with our exertions. We kiss gently,
lovingly my face still wet with her. My cock throbs against
her stomach and mons, my balls resting against her sensitive
clit.
Now it is her turn to surprise me, as her tongue licks her
cream from my face, my chin, tasting herself. Her hands pull
me to her, urgent and wanting. I can feel my cock pressing
against her, and she rolls me over onto my back. Again I see
fire in her eyes, dancing wildly. If only I could really be
sure it Was a reflection...
She slides down me, sensuously, my cock sliding up between
her breasts. She presses her breasts against my cock, and
works me up and down, licking at the head as it comes up. She
raises herself and leans up, kissing my nipple and circling
the small areola with her tongue. She takes it into her
mouth, pulling and suckling on it, making my cock flex and
throb against her. She chuckles wickedly around my nipple,
her hands roaming my body.
She moves down, laying between my legs, and starts kissing my
thighs, her hands sliding under my hips, cupping my ass,
squeezing gently. Her tongue finds the sensitive line between
my balls, following it up and down, making me moan loudly.
She lifts my balls, tonguing the underside of their sacks,
and the soft flesh above my nether hole. I feel soft warm
breaths blowing against the damp skin, her tongue flicking up
and down. My legs quiver, my back arches, and I moan again.
She is driving me slowly insane, bringing my lusts and
desires all to the surface, threatening to boil me over. Her
tongue returns to my balls, playfully teasing them, ignoring
my rigid cock that demands her touch, her tongue. She sucks
each ball into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue, sending
me into a dreamworld of pleasure, not sensing anything but
her mouth upon me.
All at once, her mouth in around my cock, sucking me down. I
moan, and raise my hips, trying to bury myself within her.
Her hand cups and fondles my balls, while her tongue slides
down my shaft, flicking and teasing me, making me rigid with
pleasure. She takes the head into her mouth, tonguing it with
large circles. Her hand grasps my shaft, squeezing it
tightly, her fingertips pressing it against her palm. I flex,
and she feels the head swell, trying to fill her mouth. Her
head descends, swallowing me deep into her mouth, the head
pressing against the entry to her throat. As she pulls back,
my cock glistens in the yellow firelight. Down again, this
time my cock passes into her throat, and I feel her lips
pulling me into her.
“Ohhhhhh GOD!” I moan.
She repeats this several times, until my cock is covered with
a shiny wetness from her mouth. Her hands run over my chest
and stomach, teasing the sparse, coarse hairs, making my
nipples hard and erect.
“I want to fuck you NOW!” The words come out as I sit up
grabbing her arms and pulling her up to me. Then softer, “All
night; I want you all night!”
“Yes.” She sighs back, “Fuck me all night long, love me all
night.”
We embrace and kiss as I roll over on top of her, her legs
parting and wrapping around me. I arch my back, sliding my
cock into her, warm and slick from our teasings. I feel every
warm inch of her as my cock slides deep into her depths, and
I lay still as we kiss, locked together, joined.
We begin to rock each other, the movements of our bodies in
rhythm. I lift my head to stare into her eyes, seeing the
fire again. Her smile is that of infinite pleasure, matching
mine. She stares back into my eyes, seeing the passion
burning within. Our movements are gaining in speed and
intensity, thrusting harder each time. I feel the pressure
welling up within, knowing that I will not be able to contain
it.
“Yesss.” She hisses, “I can feel it in you, let it come. Come
in me.”
I moan at her words, the building pressure demands release. I
am at the edge now, my control is dying quietly, not
protesting.
She squeezes her pussy tight around me, smiling up as she
does. She is a wicked one, and she knows it. Her hands cup
her breasts, offering them to my lips, and I lean down,
sucking the right one long and hard. I feel her contract
again, her eyes closed, a soft moan coming from her lips.
I lean forward, sliding my hands under her ass, cupping her
in my hands, lifting her to me, slamming us together. Her
legs rise and lock around my back, her breathing as heavy and
ragged as mine. We’re both on the edge now, both of us
embroiled in our carnal lusts.
My control gone, I hiss lustily into her ear. “I’m going to
fill you, fill you up with come. Fuck you, come deep inside
you, filling you until it drips from your cunt.”
“Yessss, ohhhh, yesss” She hisses back.
“I’m going to shoot gobs of hot come inside you, filling you,
making you hot and wet with my come, spurting and spurting,
coming and coming in you!”
My thrusts are long and hard, trying to shove myself ever
deeper into her, my hands grabbing her ass and pulling her to
me, I can feel her tightening and squeezing me. A bubbling
pressure is rising up, and we can both feel it in each other.
Her short reply sends us both over. “Fill me with come!”
My hips surge forward, burying my cock deep inside her, a hot
stream of come bursting free, splashing inside her. Locked
together, joined, we both shudder as we feel the sperm
flowing inside. My hips pull back and drive forward again,
firing more hot creamy come deep into her pussy. Both of us
are moaning, feeling the throbbing of each other, the heat,
the release of our lusts, the flow of come. Her hands pull my
head to hers and we kiss, completing the joining, arms, legs,
loins and tongues, we are coming together in an intense
burning fire. My cock swells again, and we moan, feeling our
hot juices flowing together, flowing around my throbbing cock
and her hot pussy. Again more sperm gushes into her. And
again. And again. Oh God, I can’t stop, it feels like my soul
in draining into her, through my cock, spurting and splashing
deep inside her pussy. Her tongue is mating with mine, and it
feels like our mouths are coming too. I feel like I’m trying
to suck her into me, and she is trying to suck me into her.
Another surge pulses deep into her cunt, and I feel spent,
drained. Her legs squeeze me tight, pulling me into her
sopping pussy. A short spurt again, and I finally am fully
spent.
We lay there, still joined, holding each other tightly, lips
and tongues still dancing, a joyful warmth between our legs.
My hands are squeezing her ass, pulling her tight against my
cock. Her legs are still holding me tight against her pussy,
sopping and filled. We kiss for long minutes, enjoying the
warmth, the glow from our passions, the flicker of the
fireplace.
Neither of us know when, or how, but we found our passions
renewed, burning again. Still locked together, we moved and
our hips began to slowly pick up the rhythm again. We looked
into each other’s eyes, both amazed at the desires we saw.
Both of us seeing fires burning. As we moved, I could feel a
wetness dripping down onto my balls, making her ass slick and
wet. I pulled her up from the floor and leaned back, still
inside her, and then I laid back, her on top of me. I could
feel our mixed come dripping from her, making me wet. Her
face showed lust and passion as my cock drove home deep
inside. I had her turn around, facing my feet, staying deep
and hard within her. Our hips moved, and the strange angle
excited us both. After a moment, I pulled her hips to mine,
and slid up behind her on my knees, feeling her pressing back
against me.
Kneeling behind her, and moving again in a primal motion, I
reached down placing my hands between her legs, letting the
slick wetness drip into my hand. I began by rubbing it
against her bare mons, spreading the creamy stuff over her
stomach. Each time I reached down to her dripping pussy, I
rubbed her clit, and felt her hips move roughly against mine.
I cupped a breast in my soaking hand, rubbing our come over
the nipple, spreading it down the valley between her breasts.
The more I did this the harder and more rigid my cock felt.
“I want to cover you, make you wet all over tonight.” I
breathed in her ear.
Her moaning sent me to a new height of carnality and lusting
for her. For her pleasure, for OUR pleasure! I pulled out of
her pussy, holding my hands against her, feeling what must
have been gallons of our come flow into my hands. I spread
this over her mons, her stomach, her breasts and her ass,
making her glisten in the firelight.
“Yesss,” She moaned, “make me wet, ohhhh, I’m so wet!”
She turned suddenly, her eyes dancing with fire. This time I
was sure the fire was there, in her eyes, her face half in
shadow. Her hand reached deep between her legs, returning wet
and shiny in the dim light. She raised her fingers to her
lips, her tongue tasting, licking sensuously at her fingers.
Her eyes shone, as she held her hand to me, and I repeated
her tasting with my tongue, tasting my come mixed with hers.
Her hand touched my chest, and spread the wetness against my
nipples, down my stomach.
“Ohhh, yes!” I breathed. “Both of us wet and slick, all night
long.”
Her hand reached her vulva again, and this time she ran her
hand from her lips, down her neck and over her breasts. My
hand touched her pussy, sending electric pulses through her.
We kissed as my hand rubbed her, spreading the slick wetness
again over her mons and her ass.
We moved together again, kneeling, me behind her, grabbing
her ass and sliding deep into her sopping wetness. I began to
fuck her hard, not being the delicate lover from before, but
letting my carnal being take control. She slammed back
against me, the flesh of her ass rippling with each stroke,
her breasts swaying and bouncing under her. I saw us
reflected in the large glass windows, and my lust crazed mind
took over, painting a fantasy for us both.
“Look at the window.” I said, “Look at them as if they’re two
other people watching us. Look at him, grabbing her ass and
fucking her hard and deep.”
“Yesss. Hard and deep.” She chanted back.
“See how she’s fucking him back? Bucking her hips, her tits
moving. Now watch, watch what he does.”
I reached down, making my hand wet again, and rubbed it over
her tits.
“See, her tits are wet with come. His and hers, hot come
rubbed against her tits.”
“Ohh, yes, feels sooo good.” She said, “I can feel it.”
“Can you feel me inside you? Fucking you hard? “
“Yesss. I love it. Fuck me!” She hissed.
“FUCK you? Fuck your hot dripping pussy!!?” I asked loudly.
“Ohh, yes, hard.” her voice almost a whisper.
I rammed hard against her ass, making her flesh ripple, her
breasts bounce and making her gasp. I leaned forward and
cupped her hanging tits, feeling them move as we pounded each
other. My hips charged again and again, my cock slipping
wetly inside her hot pussy.
She lowered her shoulders to the floor, raising her ass to my
thrusts. I grabbed her and roughly slammed into her. I wanted
to be deeper inside her, to fill her with come all over
again. I could feel the pressure mounting, building for
another release.
I moved my legs outside of hers, and after placing a pillow
under her, pushed her hips to the floor. I fucked in a blind,
furious frenzy now, my balls slapping against her clit. Her
soft ass and pussy seemed to envelope me with each stroke,
protesting and grabbing for me as I pulled back. Her hips
moved up to meet mine on every stroke, and we fucked for what
seemed like hours, the aroma of our bodies filling the air,
making it lusty and warm.
I felt a twinge. From her or me I couldn’t tell. It didn’t
matter now, we were one, feeling what the other felt, merged,
joined, carnal. I grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her
down onto me hard, feeling her cervix against the head of my
cock.
“Come baby. Come.” I moaned. “Drench me in your sweet juice.”
Her pussy contracted, and I felt the surging rise of a
volcano. Again I felt her pussy, her legs coming together,
and I plunged deep into her. Her legs locked together, my
balls against her vulva, feeling her tighten and release,
trying to milk my cock. The volcano erupted deep and hot
within her depths, washing her with cream. Her pussy kept
milking and squeezing me, and I felt gush after hot gush of
come flooding into her cunt. Her ass, soft and warm was hard
and firm as she clenched and gripped me. Again and again my
come gushed into her, and we both moaned.
Sweating and exhausted, we laid on our sides, my cock going
soft within her, my arms wrapped protectively around her,
pulling her to me. I licked her neck, teasing the fine hairs,
feeling warm, happy, and content.
I looked up at the fire, seeing it had turned mostly to hot
embers, with just a few flames dancing about. I recalled her
eyes, wondering again if the fire was only a reflection. I
felt her squeeze my softening cock with her pussy and hugged
her.
Her hand reached back, caressing my hip and thigh, and she
murmured quiet, breathy, and sexy. “Thannnk you.”
I purred against her neck, kissing her softly. We touched and
stroked each other gently, realizing that this was the way we
both wanted it to be. Wrapped in a warm, lazy, fuzzy haze of
smiling contentment, we both hugged each other, and drifted
off into a deep contented sleep.
Part III
Morning found us still cuddled in the main room on the
blanket, the fire still giving off a faint warm glow. The sun
was filtering in through the large glass covered walls,
lighting the room cheerfully. I awakened first, and did my
best not to wake her as I moved back. I looked down at her,
curled up, one arm over her breasts, the other under her head
and pillow. She looked like an innocent angel, smiling in her
sleep. I wrapped my still warm side of the blanket around her
as I went off to make some coffee.
I was gratified to see her still curled up and sleeping when
I returned with the steaming, aromatic brew. I waved it
slowly under her nose, watching her awaken.
“’Morning beautiful.” I said softly, leaning over and kissing
her cheek.
“Hmmmm. Hi” She said blearily, and accepted the warm drink,
sipping carefully and eyeing my nakedness.
“Thank you for last night.” I purred, smiling.
She chuckled, and touched my knee, stroking her hand gently
over my thigh.
“I’ve warmed the shower for you, or for us both.” I smiled
back at her.
“Perfect.” She said. “I must look awful.”
“Why do women think that way?” I asked, laughing. “You’ve
just given me the best night of my life, and you’re worried
that I think you look awful.”
We joked and kidded each other, and she made disparaging
comments about my scratchy face, while I make comments about
her rumpled hair, both of us laughing. We showered together
playfully, both of us feeling light and giddy from the night
before. We kissed under our manufactured waterfall, and began
to kindle our passions once again. We held off, knowing we’d
have time later, after we’d hiked to a quiet place and set up
our tent.
Her worries over clothing were solved by the spare clothing
my sister-in-law kept at the cabin. She selected some shorts,
a comfortable chambray top, and a light jacket for the
evening. While she checked her backpack, I slipped several
other articles into mine, smiling and thinking about tonight.
We set off after securing the “homestead”, walking hand in
hand down a trail.
It was not much of a hike, three miles over easy trails and
several ridges, but it took us until midafternoon since we
were easily distracted by the views from ridgetops and, once,
a doe with two fawns grazing close by.
Our destination was what I called my “perfect shelf”. A
small, flat, sparsely wooded area, about three hundred yards
down from the ridgetop, with a sharp drop-off, and
overlooking a beautiful valley winding its way through the
Sierras. A small stream meandered across the valley floor,
visible only when the sun reflected off its silvery surface.
We set up our tent, our portable nylon home, and spread a
blanket down near the edge of shelf. In the warm late
afternoon sun we sat and watched the animals on the slopes
across the valley, and the eagles and hawks soaring above. We
listened to the silence of the mountains, hearing only the
light breeze singing to us through the trees.
We talked for a while, about camping, about wilderness, about
the freedom from the maddening crushing rush of city life. We
talked until my stomach made a rude noise, demanding to be
fed. She laughed loud and long and patted my tummy, until
hers agreed with mine that food was overdue. We walked back
to our tent, arm in arm, to find something to eat.
While we ate, we talked about our difficulties in finding new
and different fantasies and stories to send each other,
trying to make each one better. We laughed when we each told
stories of the urge to constantly dial up to see what the
next story would bring.
When we finished eating, I reached into my pack, pulling out
several bundles of various colored fabric. I handed her a T-
shirt, and a pair of silky nylon shorts, saying we’d be more
comfortable lounging about in these. We both put on our T-
shirts and nylon shorts, her in the tent, while I stayed
outside. The fit was loose and comfortable, just the thing
for a warm sunny day. She unzipped the tent and stepped out,
smiling and posing for me.
“How do I look?”
I gave an appreciative whistle and licked my lips. Her full
breasts, now unrestrained behind the fabric, moved with a
sensual motion, the nipples pressing hard against the powder
blue material. Her legs looked long and shapely, descending
from the black, high-cut, nylon shorts.
“That good?” She laughed, nodding at the protrusion showing
against my own dark blue nylon shorts. I walked over to her
and kissed her, drawing her against me to feel her soft, warm
breasts against me again. We kissed for several long moments
before we put on sandals and walked about, exploring our
small shelf.
The way her body moved, dressed only in a T-shirt and loose,
silky nylon shorts stirred my desires as we walked around.
The feeling of the soft warm breezes caressing us in unusual
places, the feeling of the soft satiny fabric against our
skin, the sun warming us, all combining to make the two of us
feel both dressed and undressed. I watched as the soft flesh
of her ass rippled when she stepped over rocks and branches,
her breasts moving erotically when she reached out to me for
a steadying hand. She moved away from me at one point, to
look at some wildflowers, turning around to watch me walk to
her, her eyes watching the motions of my shaft through the
skimpy nylon.
We reached the edge of the shelf, looking down on a slightly
different view of the valley, appreciating the beauty of it
all. I moved behind her and circled my arms around her,
holding her against me. My arms, just below her breasts,
squeezed her in a gentle hug.
“Hmmmm. It’s so beautiful and quiet up here.” She said
softly.
I said nothing, holding her warmth against me, and I kissed
the side of her neck softly. I felt her sigh, her body
leaning gently back against me, and I kissed her neck again.
Her hands caressed my arms with light gentle touches, both of
us feeling the slow fires beginning to build. I turned my
hand and raised it, cupping a breast, lifting it up and
gently squeezing it. My thumb brushed against her nipple,
feeling it already fully erect. I used my tongue and gently
licked up the side of her neck, breathing against the damp
trail it left. She moaned softly, her head tilting, her hair
flowing to follow her movements.
Her hand touched the back of my bare thigh, sliding up to cup
my cheek, pulling us together and making my cock swell. She
could feel the hardening shaft against her buttocks, moving
upwards, sliding over the silky fabrics that separated us. I
cupped and squeezed both her breasts in my hands in return,
pulling her back against my chest. She turned her head and
our lips met, the kiss slightly awkward, neither of us
caring. My fingers found her nipples, standing firm against
the shirt, caressing them and circling around her areolae.
Her hand moved around my thigh, sliding easily under the
loose nylon, and grasped my cock, squeezing me into her hand.
Our passions flared hotly and I turned her around, kissing
her again, my hands pulling her into me, never wanting to let
go. We stood, kissing each other intensely, passionately,
feeling our hearts pound together.
We broke the kiss, looking into each other’s eyes for long
moments before we started back, arm in arm, towards our camp.
I watched her breasts sway as we walked, admiring there
sensual movements, feeling my cock harden and threaten to
peek out of the shorts. We walked near the edge of our shelf,
until we found our blanket, warm and inviting in the sun. We
laid down on the blanket, kissing each other briefly. She
spotted a curious stone by the foot of the blanket and
crawled down to pick it up. Her hips moved in a fascinating
way as she crawled down the blanket, and as she picked up the
stone I saw her shaved pussy through the loose legs of her
shorts. My cock swelled up and moved the flimsy nylon of my
shorts aside, showing its head to the world. As she moved
back, I reached my hand out, sliding it up her thigh and the
leg of her shorts, cupping my hand against her mound,
surprising her enough for her to gasp. Quickly she stopped
moving back, and her hips swayed as she rubbed herself
against my hand. She was damp from walking about in the
skimpy nylon, and our passionate kissing. I held her in my
hand for several long seconds, gently caressing her thigh as
I withdrew my hand.
“What do you have there?” I asked in a conversational tone.
“Take a look.” She said handing over the stone to me. “What
do YOU think it looks....like...” Her voice trailed off, her
eyes fixed on my swollen cockhead peeking from my shorts, the
shaft outlined by the fabric.
I looked at the stone, just about to comment when her hand
pulled the loose fabric away from the rest of my shaft,
baring my cock to the sun, the breeze. Her hand grasped me
firmly and it was her turn to fondle and arouse. The stone
was weathered and shaped into a remarkable likeness of
phallus, the head plainly visible. I tried to make a comment
and found her hand was moving so sensually on me that I could
not speak at all. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it.
Her mouth met mine, her tongue parted my lips, entering
quickly to find my tongue. My hands found her breasts, full
and inviting, squeezing them and rubbing my palms over her
nipples. Her hand released me, sliding down to cup my balls,
the sacks hanging low and full. My arms encircled her,
pulling her down with me, as I moved to get under her hips.
She brought her leg up and over, straddling me and laying
down on my chest. Our tongues dances and flirted, chasing
each other from mouth to mouth fanning our flames of lust.
Her hips pinned my naked cock against me, and she rocked her
hips, stroking me, and pressing me hard against our lower
stomachs. My hands grabbed for her smooth ass, finding the
nylon in the way. I slid my hands under the nylon shorts,
pushing the fabric together. Her hips moved back, making the
shorts tight around my hands, pressing the fabric against her
ass and pussy. I pulled the fabric tight against her, feeling
her body respond to the pressure between her legs. She moaned
softly into my mouth. I pulled the black nylon aside, sliding
my fingers down between her cheeks, lightly caressing the
lips of her pussy, feeling her earlier dampness turning to
unabashed wetness. Our kiss broke and we spoke
simultaneously.
“I want you inside me”
“I want to be inside you”
We paused and looked into each other’s fiery eyes, each
seeing a frightening reflection of our own carnal lusting.
Passions boiled over, and we both let go of ourselves
completely. Her hips rose, freeing my shaft to stand as she
lowered her demanding pussy onto my engorged cock. Deeper and
deeper I went, feeling engulfed by her. Her eyes closed and
she softly sighed a moan of pleasure. We began moving against
each other, feeling the loose silky nylon against us, binding
occasionally, bringing our lust to a higher level yet. I ran
my hands up under her shirt, up to her swaying breasts,
grabbing and squeezing them gently, letting them fall into my
hands.
“Suck me. Suck my nipples.” She breathed.
I slid my hands out from under her shirt, and brought them up
between her breasts. I grabbed her shirt front with both
hands and ripped the front of her shirt open, leaning my head
up to kiss and suck her nipples.
“Ohh. Ohh God, Yes!” She moaned.
I sucked her nipples hard, pinching them between my lips,
circling her areola with my tongue. My hands clawed at the
back of her shirt, ripping it too, so my hands could feel
her, touch her. Her pussy gripped me hard, trying to squeeze
me tight, making me swell inside her. I pulled and shredded
her shirt, trying to touch her all over, my lips teasing each
nipple into rigid hardness.
She sat upright suddenly, her hips rocking wildly. Her hands
clutched at my shirt, pulling hard, tearing it open. Her
hands grabbed my nipples, her fingers pinching and twisting
them, making my hips arch, my cock bulge deep inside her.
“Oh, yes!” We both cried together.
My hands pulled against the restraining nylon, tearing it
apart at the seams, baring her ass. She ripped my shirt
again, making a long tearing sound as the fabric protested.
We pulled and ripped each other’s clothes until shreds hung
about us, our wild undulations making them caress us with
each powerful stroke.
I rolled her over onto her back, her legs locking around my
waist. Her hands clawed at my back, tearing the shirt,
grabbing and pulling it free. Savagely we fucked each other,
thrusting our hips harder and harder, our total energies
focused only on our lust. Her hands pulled the remnants of my
shorts apart, ripping the last of it from me, baring me to
the world and carrying us both deeper into our carnal bliss.
I moved her legs over my shoulders, lifting her cunt against
me. I grabbed her hips and slammed into her hard and fast,
watching the rippling of her thighs and her breasts as I
tried to bury myself completely inside her fiery wetness. For
us there is only the burning fires between our legs, our
passion for each other, the feeling of our hips driving
together, the touch of our skin, the world no longer exists
while we float in our primitive, carnal universe.
I feel a tightness, pressure. Her legs slide off my
shoulders, wrapping again around my waist, locking and
squeezing me tight. Her pussy contracts, gripping me so tight
I feel like I’ll explode. Her hips arch. Then again. I pull
her hips up and back, pulling her onto me, impaling her on my
cock. Her legs shake and tremble as her orgasm wracks her,
washing over her like a long wave. Her hands clench against
the blanket tightly, her breasts heaving up and down. I slow
down, but I can’t stop moving, my own lust drives me on. Her
legs begin to relax and I move faster again. And faster yet.
Her legs clamp down again, her hips arching, her hands
clenching her breasts. Sweat is breaking out all over us, the
fragrance of her passion is maddening. Her soft moans and
cries drive me over the edge.
“Ohh. Ohh GODDD!” I shout. “I...want to...FILL...Youuu!”
Her pussy contracts again, grabbing, squeezing, milking me.
Balls slap against her wet ass, wet from her own juice. My
cock plunges again and again each time glistening with her
savory wetness.
“Ohhh YES!” I moan again. “I’m...gonna..COME!”
Her moaning cries penetrate my lust fogged brain, tugging
deep down, pulling a string holding the gate to my dam.
“COME!” I shout. “I’m going to...FILL YOU...with COME!”
I feel it rising, forcing its way up my cock, forcing its way
past her clenching pussy, her legs locking solidly around my
hips, arching up to receive my sperm. Out of control, I
stammer, my brain draining through my cock.
“I...I...I’m gonna FILL your cunt with COOOMMMME! Ohhh
GODDDDD!!”
A primal need slams my hips forward just as my cock floods
her with my hot flowing come. Backs arched with both feel the
massive throbbing of my cock, deep inside her, we feel the
hot gushes of my come, washing up inside her and flowing
back. I slam forward again, my cock pulsing and spewing more
thick hot come deep inside. Again I gush into her, her pussy
gripping, and milking it from me. Another gush washes her.
And another. And another. I can’t stop, my whole being is
entering her. Another gush of come. More. Again I spurt.
Long seconds pass, the only sound we hear is our own
breathing. Slowly the carnal haze lightens, and we look at
each other, feeling like our very souls have been
intertwined. Tears well up in our eyes, and I lean down,
kissing her gently, but passionately. Her warm arms surround
me, pulling me tight against her. Her legs squeeze me,
keeping me inside her, not wanting to let me go.
My hands come up and caress her face, her neck, her
shoulders. Our kiss ends, and we stare silently into each
other’s eyes. I see a warm glow in her dark gray eyes,
filling me with pleasure and contentment. She lifts her head
and kisses me quickly and lightly on my cheek, my chin, and
lastly on the tip of my nose. Her smile is radiant, and her
eyes are shining up at me.
“Ohhh God!” I whisper. “The things you DO to me!”
Her reply is a warm hug, and I lean down on my elbows,
snuggling close to her. I kiss her cheeks, her chin and nip-
kiss my way down her neck. I want to be close like this, keep
this feeling, make it last.
“Ooooh! Look!” She says, indicating the reddening sky. The
setting sun was lighting the sky, painting with exotic hues
of yellow, red and pink. Our vantage was perfect. Without
moving we could turn our heads and watch the sky turn from
orange to pink, to red, and finally to a deep blue-black as
night began to fall. We watched, feeling the cooler breezes
of the evening begin to stir. The stars began to appear, and
we watched, locked together, embracing each other until the
stars chased the blue sky over the horizon.
We strolled back to our camp naked, removing the tatters of
our clothes, talking about how that urged us into a raging,
carnal, lust. We found some warmer clothes to chase off the
cooler night air, cleaned each other off, and settled down
with a small campfire, cooking our dinner while we talked.
Each time our eyes met, there was a look. A look that needed
no words. We ate, and cuddled up by the fire, watching it’s
flames dance and chase off the coolness of the night. We
gazed up at the stars, seeing the entire Milky Way stretched
out before us, and knew how our ancestors were awed by its
spectacular display. We talked about man reaching the stars,
and about making love in the weightless void between them.
Finally, we covered the fire, and crawled inside our tent.
The single tent-candle cast a shadowed flickering light
around the tent as we undressed each other tenderly, kissing
here and there as we went. We crawled into our sleeping bags,
zipped together to form a single large one, and kissed. Our
hands explored each other, caressing, gentle, softly
touching. Our kiss was quiet and easy, and we fell into each
other’s arms. Her gray eyes sparkled in the candlelight,
looking deep into my being, as if she were searching for the
answer to a question never asked. I kissed her again, not
wanting her to ask the question, not wanting to think about
the answer. She seemed to sense my motive and returned the
kiss warmly and passionately. I put my hand on the back of
her head and kissed her back. Our tongues were caressing each
other, lingering and sweet.
My hand moved down her neck, caressing her back, her arm, the
graceful curve of her waist, and down to her soft warm
cheeks. I squeezed her behind tenderly, pulling her hips to
mine as we lay on our sides. I felt her nipples brushed mine,
sending a small jolt down deep, and I felt myself start to
rise against her thigh. Her hand against my chest pushed me
onto my back, and she slid down inside the sleeping bags,
turning around as she went. I felt her hair brush over my
thighs, then her lips on my swelling shaft. She laid her hips
down at an angle, not wanting my tongue on her, no..not yet.
She kissed my shaft, licking the underside up and down,
sliding her tongue wetly over the velvety smooth skin. She
moved down slightly, running her kisses and tongue down to my
balls, sucking each one into her mouth, gently teasing it
with her tongue. She used her hair to caress me, pulling it
lightly across my thighs, between my legs, over my now hard
cock. She kissed my thighs, moving up from above each knee,
taking her time, teasing me. I sighed my approval, enjoying
her playfulness. She arched slightly and her hands lifted my
sacks, her tongue sliding down quickly, licking me underneath
and below. I moaned and spread my legs further, giving her
better access to me. I felt her breath, warm and sensual on
the damp areas her tongue had left. My cock throbbed, and I
let a moaning sigh escape.
She rolled onto her side, her hand sliding up and caressing
my stomach. I saw her shaved mons, seductive and enticing in
the dim glow from the candle. I licked my finger and ran it
over her smooth, sensitive skin there, eliciting a sigh from
her. When I’d almost reached her clit, she moved away, laying
down again, this time her mouth engulfing the head of my
cock. She darted her tongue over the tip, licking the pre-cum
from it, and circling the edge. Her mouth slowly descended
onto me, her lips caressing my sensitive areas. One hand
moved down my thigh, tantalizingly slow, her fingernails
lightly playing over the skin. Her other hand moved down and
played with my balls, cupping them, lifting them, teasing the
area just underneath. My hips ached, wanting to arch up, and
I let them slowly move towards her.
She continued to suck me deeper into her mouth. Just when I
thought she was about to swallow me whole, she reversed and
slowly came up. Again and again she slowly teased me, holding
me deep in her mouth, feeling me throb with lust. I looked at
her ass, and caressed her gently, feeling the damp
perspiration on her back. The tent was warm, very warm, as
our two bodies radiated the heat of our lust. She blew
against my cock, making it feel cool, even inside the warm
sleeping bag. I pulled the top of the bag off of her, cooling
us both. Naked and sweating, she slowly descended on my cock
again, her mouth pulling me in. Now she stopped, and teased
me, her hands caressing my hips. She started back up,
stopped, and slid easily down the full length of me. I felt
the head touch the slick velvety skin of her throat, then
down, deeper until she had fully swallowed me.
I moaned loud and long, floating on a cloud of ecstasy. She
moved up my shaft and down again, not going deep. Several
strokes and then she would swallow me down, deep into her
mouth. I could feel my orgasm rising, like a string being
pulled through me. Again she took me into her throat, and
rising up, released my cock, just on the verge of my orgasm.
“Good GOD!” I moaned. “I never wanted you to stop!”
She smiled and worked her jaw, showing me that it must have
ached. I sat up and kissed her, pinching a nipple as I did.
“Let me do you.” I whispered. “I want to taste you again.”
She laid down and I started by kissing the insides of her
thighs from her knees up to her shaved mons, carefully
avoiding any contact with her most sensitive areas. I lightly
dragged my short hair against one thigh, teasing her as she
had me. I moved up, kissing her around the edges of her
stomach, down to the juncture where her thighs form the sides
of her triangle. Licking the crease above her thighs, I
followed around, drawing and outline of her triangle with my
tongue. Her sighs and her smile pleased me, letting me know I
was pleasing her. I raised each leg, kissing and gently
running my tongue over the sensitive backs of her thighs,
going from knee to her slit, stopping before reaching her
fragrant wetness. I ran my tongue between her thigh and
labia, licking and tasting her sweet dampness. Sweat rolled
off my back, and I could see her breasts gleaming in the
flickering light. I waited for several moments, not touching
her, letting her stretch out her senses, then I leaned
forward, flicking the tip of my tongue over her hooded clit.
She brought her hips up, gasping at the surprise. I parted
the folds of her lips with my tongue, tasting a sweet cream
on her, and licked her from top to bottom several times. I
sucked her button into my mouth, pulling it away from her,
flicking wildly with my tongue. Back arched, she grabbed her
breasts, gasping and breathing loudly. I let go, letting her
clit slide out of my mouth slowly, then slid two, then three
fingers inside her. I lay between her legs, my mouth over her
pussy, moving my fingers in and around, spreading them wide,
lapping her flowing juices. Her breathing began to stutter,
her legs trembled, and I stopped, doing to her what she’d
done to me.
“No!” She cried. “Don’t stop! Ohhh GOD! Don’t stop now!”
I waited. She reached for her pussy, and I pushed her hand
away, and rubbed my wet fingers over her mons.
“I’ll make you come.” I said. “And come, and come, and come.”
“Ohhhhhhh.”
I laid down and attacked her pussy, licking her in a crazed
lust. Three fingers inside, stroking her, pumping her. My
tongue lapped her sweet cream, spreading over her clit, her
soft, bare mons, her thighs. My lips found her clit,
throbbing and erect. I pressed them against her clit, keeping
up the rhythm of its throbbing. She came. I felt her pussy
contract around my fingers, her juice flowing like water into
my hand. I buried my face in her wetness, licking up as much
of her as I could. Her pussy contracted around my probing
tongue, squeezing me out of her, denying me access. Thick
white cream poured out of her, soaking my face and neck. She
rolled from side to side, moaning and breathing hard. I
caressed her thighs, gently kissing her mons and resting my
head on her hip.
Long minutes went by before her hands urged me to slid up to
her face.
“Ohhh, you’re sooo good to me!” She purred. Then looking at
me in the dim candlelight, she laughed “You’re all wet!”
“So’re you!” I laughed back.
She kissed me, tasting her own come, getting some on her face
too. I took a finger, and wet it with her come from my chin,
rubbing it on her nipples. The feel of her slick wetness
against her nipples made her moan again, and I bent down,
licking it off her areolae.
“It’s your turn to come now.” She said softly.
I told her that her pussy had taken a pounding this weekend,
and we didn’t want it sore tomorrow. I knelt in front of her,
and she grabbed my cock, stroking gently.
“Hmmmm.” She said. “You want to come on my breasts?”
“Ohhhh yes.” I replied eagerly. “Why don’t you jack me off
onto your nice hard nipples?”
“Ohmm. Feel your cock throb and pulse, shooting that hot
sperm all over my nice soft tits? Is that what you want?”
“Yessss.” I sighed softly.
“I’d love to feel you cock spurt.” She hissed to me lustily.
“Feel your cock swelling in my hand, spurting your thick come
all over my tits.”
“Ohh yessss.”
“You want to come on my nipples?”
“Yesss.”
“Shoot your hot come on my tits? See it dripping from my
nipples?”
“Ahhhhh yesss.”
“Watch me lick your cock after you come?”
“Ohhhh”
“Fuck my nipples and cooomme?”
“Huhhhhh”
She pressed the head of my cock against her nipple, her hand
stroking me against it, the pre-cum making her nipple
slippery. Her breast was soft and warm, and I watched it
ripple as her hand jacked me against it.
“C’mon sweetie, give me your come. Shoot your hot, thick come
all over me. Shoot it all over my tits. Let me taste you!”
I felt it starting when she started to tease me with her
words, and now I came in a rush, feeling it surging forth,
swelling my cock.
“Yes, you’re going to COME! COME! All over my tits!”
My cock remembered the previously aborted orgasm and now I
came with a vengeance. Thick white sperm shot from my cock
like a water from a hose, and running across her breasts.
Again I gushed another stream against her right breast and
nipple, thick and creamy. A short spurt landed in between her
breasts, beginning to run down her chest. Another spurt, this
time right on her left nipple as she pushed her breast
against my cock.
“Yes, yes baby! Come on my tits.”
She brought her mouth down, just in time for the last two
rushes of sperm to land on her tongue. Her hand milked me
into her mouth as I shook from the effects of my orgasm. I
looked down and she was sucking me into her mouth, her tongue
circling the head. I pulled my cock away, and kissed her
fully and passionately, tasting some of my own salty come in
her mouth. While we kissed, my hand rubbed my still warm come
over her breasts, and down her chest. My hand, slick and wet,
found it’s way to her bare shaven mons and rubbed it there,
making her slippery and wet.
“Yes, Ohhh, yes!” she said as my fingers found her clit
again.
Turned on my her renewed horniness, I felt my freshly drained
cock rise, trying to return to action. I knew I would not
come, but I could please her one more time. I rolled her over
and grabbed her ass from behind, bringing her up to me. I
slid my cock inside her slick wet pussy, sliding deep.
“Ooohhhaaaaa.” She moaned as I slid into her.
“Is this what you want now?” I hissed. “A nice hard...FUCK!?”
“Ohhhh.”
I started to pump my cock into her, faster and faster.
“Oh, you’re sooo HORNY, soo HOT...so...so...CARNAL!” I
shouted.
I plunged into her, feeling her back onto my cock hard,
slamming against me. Her cheeks rippled and her back arched
against my thrusts. I reached around, my fingers rubbing her
slick mons.
“All this cum on you, on your tits, on your pussy and you’re
STILL horny!”
“yes...” Her voice was small and trailed off.
I rubbed my fingers on her clit, feeling her own juices
running down onto my fingers. Her pussy started to contract,
and I pulled the final string.
“Maybe I’ll pull out and shoot more come all over your clit!”
She bucked against me hard, her breath short, her moans long
and soft. I grabbed her hips, pulling her tightly against my
cock, feeling it touch her cervix, buried as deep as I could
go. I felt her come. She squeezed my cock and I flexed it
back, pulsing like I too was coming.
Squeeze. Flex. Squeeze. Flex. Squeeze. Flex
Again. And Again. And Again. She shuddered and trembled
before she lay down on her stomach, breathing heavily. I laid
down on her, pulling her over onto her side, and wrapped my
arms around her as she curled up. I kissed her neck and back,
her hands caressing my arms.
After a while, we felt the chill air intruding, and I pulled
the cover of our bag over us, keeping us both warm.
“G’nite m’lady” I said softly.
“Hmmmmmmm.” she purred back.
We drifted off to sleep, happy and content once again. As I
drifted off, I wondered again if it was only reflections I
saw in her beautiful gray eyes.
Morning found us, warm and cuddled in our tent. Still naked,
I went out first, testing the air and looking for any stray
eyes. We dressed in easy clothes, and I fixed breakfast while
she stood and watched the sun rise up over the mountains. We
broke camp early, hiking back to the cabin, holding hands
like teenagers, smiling and watching the wildlife along side
the trails we used. Back at the cabin, we stowed away the
camp gear, and washed our clothes. Naked we cuddled in front
of the glass, letting the sun stream through, warming us all
over. Sipping coffee we talked about our chances of meeting,
of being able to share this much time, unplanned. Something
had moved us together. We both felt grateful.
The washer buzzed rudely, and we moved the clothes to the
dryer. Then we took a shower together. The hot water cascaded
down her beautiful breasts, her nipples soft and tender. I
washed her back, using my hand to touch her, feel her against
me. I soaped her behind, running my hand down between her
cheeks. She arched her back and I gave her a playful slap for
being such a “naughty” girl. She washed my back, repeating
the same movement down my behind, slapping me for the being a
“naughty” boy. We both laughed. After she rinsed me, I soaped
her breasts and chest, kissing her at the same time. I moved
back and washed her stomach, moving my hands down to her
mons. The slick soap reminded us of the night before, and her
legs parted slightly, her eyes closing. I rubbed soap down
her thighs, kneeling to wash her calves. I looked up and her
eyes were closed, enjoying my attentions to her. I turned her
into the water, rinsing her from behind. My hands rubbed the
clean warm water over her, cupping her breasts, caressing her
stomach. My hands slid down to her mons, rinsing the soap
from her, and feeling her lean back against me. I let my
fingers linger, perhaps too long, and when she turned and
looked at me, I swore that flames danced in her gray eyes.
She dropped to her knees, and swallowed my wet, semi-hard
shaft, taking me deep into her mouth. I moaned. Her mouth
brought me fully hard in short moments, working around me
with her tongue. I pulled her up, her eyes were shining,
glittering with a carnal urge I knew all too well. We kissed,
our lust once again riding high. I pulled back and turned her
against the wall, out of the stream of water. Her palms
against the wall, she arched her back, thrusting her pussy
towards me. I slipped into her easily, finding her hot and
wet with anticipation. We fucked in a wild abandon, neither
of us caring nor wanting the tender moments now. Hands on her
hips, I pulled her against my pounding ramrod, thrusting up
inside her. She backed against me, her hips moving on their
own. Two bodies, lost in their lusts, their desires, in the
shower, moved with a rhythm ages old. I reached up, cupping
her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between my
fingers. Her moans in the small confines of the shower seemed
like shouts, animalistic, carnal. I could feel my cock
swelling, the rush of semen as it fought it’s way out. Her
pussy contracted hard, bearing down against my cock. When she
released, my hips moved in a massive thrust, lifting her up
on her toes, my come shooting up inside her steaming hot
cunt. Her fingernails raked against the tiles, her pussy
clenched and pulsed against my cock. We both moaned. Each
time her greedy pussy gripped me, more come spurted inside
her, until finally, I was spent. I held her tight, my arms
around her, not wanting to let her go.
We stood under the deliciously warm water, embracing and
kissing each other for a long time. Finally, we finished our
shower, taking turns drying each other off. Before she
dressed, I placed a tender, delicate kiss on her bare mons,
before kissing her on the lips.
We returned and picked up her luggage and rental car where
she’d left them at my place. I gave her my phone number,
hoping she’d use it, and I followed her to the airport.
Waiting for her evening flight, we had an early dinner, and
talked about us.
“I-I’m worried about something.” She stammered, not knowing
how to ask.
“What?” I said, holding her hand across the table.
“Well, I...” She looked frightened, lost. I wanted to go to
her and put my arms around her, protecting her. But I felt it
was me she was afraid of.
“I’m afraid...” Her voice trailed off. I waited for her to go
on.
“I-I thought...I thought it’d be safe, writing on the board,
with no way someone could...could find me. And now you...”
I smiled and reached across, lifting her chin so her eyes met
mine.
“I’d never—ever—hurt you.” I said softly, squeezing her hand.
“You’re too special to me. Much too rare of a gift.”
She smiled, but it faded too quickly for me. I squeezed her
hand again, and she looked back up at me.
“What we shared was special. It may never be that way again.”
I said. “If we ever meet again, the first thing I’m going to
do is to hug you close and kiss you. That may be all we ever
get after this weekend.”
She smiled and squeezed my hand, her eyes looking deeply into
mine, trying to see if I really meant that. “Oh my sweet
dream”, I thought, “who has hurt you so badly?”
We walked arm in arm to the departure gate, watching her
plane taxi up and discharge its passengers. I reached into my
pocket, and pressed something into her hand. The curious
stone she’d found at our mountain camp.
“Keep this,” I said. “If you feel lonely, pick it up and
remember me.”
We kissed a final farewell, holding each other tightly, not
wanting to let go of each other. As they called for
passengers to her flight, I caressed her cheek one last time,
staring into those dark gray eyes. We kissed each other
softly and briefly on the lips, and I walked her to the door,
giving her a final hug as she walked out of my life, perhaps
forever.
I watched the plane roll away, and I remained at the window
watching as the pilot rotated the nose, and climbed into the
sky. I watched until the 727 disappeared, and walked quietly
down the hall. Halfway to the lobby, I remembered I’d
forgotten to ask her. Forgotten to ask her about those
dancing flames in her eyes.
One Fine Day
By Pussy Barber
It had been a beautiful day from the outset and I swung by
the apartment of some friends, wanting to say hello since I
was in the area. When I got there, Kay answered the door,
dressed in a small bikini and a big grin. She greeted me by
throwing her arms around me and giving me a hearty kiss.
Now Kay is attractive, but not what some would consider
attractive. Facially, she’s pretty plain, but her smile and
sparkling blue eyes tell a lot about the warmth and passion
of this young lady. Her figure is nice, with large breasts
that wobble invitingly, a reasonable waist with just enough
padding to make her fun, and a very nice ass and legs. Kay is
an ash blonde, or “dirty blonde” if you prefer, and her hair
falls over her shoulders, giving her a bouncy look.
Kay shouted into the apartment to get Ken’s attention,
dragging me in behind her. Ken came out of the bedroom, tying
his swim trunks on and gave me his standard “hello ugly”
greeting. I grinned, giving him the finger. Ken, I should
note, is about six four and 210 pounds of tightly packed
muscles. I wouldn’t want to try him, although four years in
Uncle Sam’s Misguided Children taught me quite a lot about
hand to hand I’m not that confident. In any case, we’re good
friends, and needle each other for fun.
Kay announced that they were just heading for the pool and I
was welcome to join them using one of Ken’s suits. I held up
the boxer like trunks and looked down. My knees were missing.
Needless to say, I declined gracefully. I accompanied them
down to the pool and sat on the deck while they dove in and
swam about. Ken splashed at me, trying to get my goat, while
Kay teased me about passing up the chance to play “blind
man’s bluff” in the pool with her. I must say that watching
Kay haul her body out of the water, her big breasts wobbling
wetly, is enough to tempt many men.
Kay dove into the deep end while Ken and I were chatting near
the other end of the pool. Ken rested his head on his arms,
relaxed. I was in the middle of a sentence when he grinned
broadly. I thought he’d just had another of his naughty
little ideas when I spotted the shadow from behind. From
behind, and too late.
The next thing I know, water if bubbling and swirling all
around me, and the world seems upside down. I clawed my way
to the surface, ready to commit murder on the guilty party.
Air! I sputtered and shook my head, then removed my glasses
since they were now more of a hindrance. Squinting, I looked
up on the deck. Laughter rang in my ears. From Ken, and Kay
of course. But there was a distinct note too, one like small
bells ringing. Debra! Sure enough, she was standing on the
deck, laughing the hardest.
Debra is an attractive brunette that Kay and Ken introduced
me to a few years ago. We enjoyed each other’s company,
remaining friends, not lovers. Debra’s long hair shook as she
laughed, and her hazel eyes sparkled with an impish glee.
Debra is slender, especially next to Kay. Some men might call
Kay voluptuous, and Debra skinny. I prefer to call Debra
lithe, graceful, sensual. She moves like a cat sometimes and
that makes her very desirable. Debra has pert breasts and
long tapered legs that actually reach the ground! I’ve lost
count of the times I’d fantasized about those legs wrapped
around my ears.
I climbed out of the pool, drenched to the skin. Debra
remained a discreet distance away, snickering about how well
it all worked. Ken too was laughing, saying it was really
hard for him not to start laughing as he saw Debra sneaking
up. I began to laugh too, as the last time Debra and I had
been together, we were by this same pool when Ken, in mock
anger, had started towards me and I backed into Debra,
shoving both of us into the pool. The difference then was
that we’d both been wearing suits, not street clothes.
Back in K & K’s apartment, I dropped my boots in the
bathroom, then peeled off my clothes. Ken handed a towel
through the door, and I handed him a mass of dripping fabric.
Kay put them in the dryer, while I tried to figure out how to
keep the towel secure around my waist. Just as I had finished
drying and wrapping myself, Ken knocked on the door, saying
he was going down to the store and did I need anything?
“Yeah.” I said, tongue firmly in cheek, “A baseball bat to
clobber someone with!”
“Gotcha!” Ken said. “Aluminum or wood?”
“I think you’re in trouble Debra!” Kay’s laughing voice came
through the door.
Ken left and I came out, wearing only a towel and carrying my
wallet. I made sure things in the wallet were spread out to
dry, then accepted a beer that Kay offered. I figured sitting
down with my towel would be the safest move until my clothes
dried.
How many of you guys have worn a skirt?
That’s what a towel is like. As I started to sit, the towel
decided it would sit first. I grabbed and adjusted it, all to
the gaze of Kay and Debra who were both trying not to laugh
too hard. Finally settled on the couch with Debra, I began to
relax. The topic was still how funny I had looked doing an
“end-over” into the pool. Kay was toweling her long hair dry,
and still in her not-too-modest bikini.
“I really should apologize.” Debra began, putting her hand on
mine. “But you were too tempting of a target.” The motions
she made with her hands said that my butt had been at the
right height for either a grope or a push.
“Shit.” I said. “I’d rather have had the grope.” That got
laughs from both of them.
“Oh, I don’t know.” Debra said. “Would you be sitting here
naked if I had groped you?”
I chuckled nervously. Debra just reminded me of something I
was trying to avoid. Namely that I was damn near naked, alone
with two women that I’d love to fuck, and one of them kept
wiggling her tits at me. “No, I don’t think so.” I said, then
added “at least not SITTING.”
Debra gave me a playful slap on the shoulder, then smoothed
the area when she realized the loud slap might have hurt. It
didn’t, but her hand conveyed many messages as it soothed my
skin. So did those hazel eyes.
“Did you get you new suit?” Kay asked, folding her towel.
“Oh, yeah. Wait ‘til you see it!” Debra said happily.
“Did you bring it with you?” Kay responded.
“I’m wearing it underneath.” Debra looked at me then. “I
wouldn’t have minded if you’d pulled me in.” Her grin told me
I’d missed my chance for revenge. Perhaps.
“Let’s go see it.” Kay said, starting for the bedroom.
“Wait a minute!” I protested. “If I can sit here near naked,
at least you could do is show me how your suit looks too.”
Debra had stopped, half turned towards me. She looked at Kay,
then smiled. It was a sexy, pleased, “This-ought-to-be-fun”
smile. Kay came over and sat next to me, a little closer than
she needed. I could feel the warmth of her and it excited me.
Debra flicked on the radio and after a moment of hunting
found a good tune. She slowly peeled off her top, doing a
sort of striptease. I sat back, intending to enjoy the show.
First she removed her blouse, a button at a time. When it
came off, the top of her bikini showed her off nicely, the
pattern of the suit having neon accents to flatter her modest
breasts. Tossing her hair around to keep me from getting a
good look at her tits, she started unzipping her shorts, a
millimeter at a time. As they opened, I saw more and more
skin, but no sign of a suit. NOW I was beginning to get
aroused!
The first hint of bright pink showed up about halfway down
her mons. I figured a low-cut or fancy type suit. Debra spun
about, facing away from us. She used her long hair, flipping
it behind her again, and arching her head back to let it
dangle over her ass. The shorts went lower, and I saw dayglo
pink strings meet, then plunge down the crack of her ass.
Debra wiggled her butt to the music, and as she uncovered
more and more of her smooth, tan skin, my own body began to
react to her. Debra bent over, her knees locked, deliberately
showing off her legs, ass and the outline of her vulva to me
as her shorts hit the floor.
When she stood up, wearing her thong bikini, I knew how
hopelessly inadequate my fantasies had been about her. Debra
had a naturally deep skin tone, but still showed some tan-
lines where her more modest suit had once covered. No creamy
white flesh showed, but what did show was a light brown skin,
contrasting against her deeper tan. The effect was delicious!
Debra turned around fully, showing off her suit. Well, what
little there was to it. I shook my head and made a very
pleased sound. Kay said she liked it too. I glanced at her
and saw that she was looking the same place I had been.
Debra’s crotch.
“I could never wear something like that.” Kay said. “That
bottom is way too low cut for me.”
Debra looked down and ran her long fingers over her upper
mons where the suit showed off her smooth skin. “Well, it
took a little shaving to be able to wear it.” Debra said
softly. “A lot of shaving actually.”
Kay smiled. “I’ll bet. I’d be surprised if you have any hair
left.”
“Oh, I do!” Debra laughed. “Only about this...much...”
Debra’s voice trailed off when she showed her fingers about
one inch apart, then noticed me looking intently at her. She
blushed, then giggled. Fortunately I was still holding my
beer bottle in my lap, just enough to cover the semi-hard
erection I had been fighting.
Kay looked at me. “You’re drooling, and pick your tongue up
off the floor!” She laughed, but Debra only smiled.
“Okay.” Debra said. “Just what are you thinking?”
“Oh! I like the suit.” I said. “A lot!”
“Uh-huh!” Debra shot back. “What else?”
“Really want to know?” I asked her.
Debra stepped closer, right by my feet and grabbed the end of
the towel. “Spill it buster!” she said with a playful threat.
“I was just thinking about you shaving yourself.” I said.
“And how much fun it would be to finish the job for you.” I
added quickly.
Debra stared at me, still holding the edge of the towel,
slightly bent over and giving me a nice view of her cleavage.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” she asked. She seemed a bit
surprised by my statement. Perhaps, I worried, I’d been too
direct. But I nodded and smiled at the same time.
“Call his bluff.” Kay said with a grin. “I bet he chickens.”
“Wrong.” I said calmly without taking my eyes from Debra’s
eyes.
That’s when I was surprised. Debra dropped the towel and
straddled my legs, sitting on my lap, putting her arms around
my neck.
“Would you?” She said very softly.
“Tenderly.” I said.
Debra’s body seemed to melt all over me, and she leaned
forward to kiss me. We’d kissed in the past, but this was
much more intense, since it held the unspoken promise of
pleasures yet to be realized. My hands found her thighs and
slid up lightly to her waist. She seemed to writhe subtly and
there was no longer any need to control my arousal.
“Hmmm. You guys are gonna need a chaperone.” Kay muttered.
I was about to decline her services, but Debra spoke first.
“Sure.” She said. “Join us.”
Ken who?
We went into Kay’s bathroom, where she had her razor. After a
few minutes of preparation, Debra sat nervously on the edge
of the bed. The towel was a bother, but I left it in place.
Not for any great reason other than I’m sometimes modest.
Concentrating on what I’d need calmed the hard member and now
I knelt by the bed.
A towel was underneath Debra’s hips, folded several times.
She had her feet on the edge of the bed, leaning back and
looking down at me. She tugged on the bikini tie, sloooowly,
while watching my reaction. I tried to look bored, but my
eyes were glued to the string unraveling. When I did, Debra
lifted her hips and I slid down her bottoms, revealing her
beautiful pussy.
There was only a small patch of hair left, just above her
clit. The rest of her pussy had been shaved clean, except for
a small bit near her anus. I looked up and smiled at her.
“You’re beautiful.” I said softly. Debra smiled, adjusting
her legs to be comfortable. Kay looked on while I placed a
warm washcloth over Debra’s mons. The pan of water I had was
just a bit too warm, so I picked up the scissors, a small
pair, and put bandage tape over the sharp tips.
“I don’t want to nick you, even by accident.” I said quietly.
Debra nodded. “You’d better not!” Her smile told me that she
was both nervous and serious.
To calm her I slid my hand lightly from her knee to mid
thigh, pressing her leg outward. She resisted not at all,
baring her pussy to me as though it was natural. With a few
snips, I trimmed what little hair was left down to short
stubs. The washcloth was reapplied while I prepared the soap.
I used Ken’s shaving mug and brush (thank you big guy, I’m
glad you’re old-fashioned!). Once I had some lather, I
brushed it on using my fingers. Debra tensed, since I
slathered the warm, creamy stuff over her mound liberally. My
fingers slid over her skin, caressing and touching her with
several intents.
Kay’s razor is a safety type, and I rinsed it in the water,
getting it warm. Using wet fingers, I removed some of the
excess lather from Debra’s twat, especially some that had
covered her clit.
“This might excite you a little.” I said. My finger found her
clit, and wet with warm water, I wiped off the slippery soap,
tracing the outline to the top of her slit. Debra’s hips move
upwards slightly, and her lips parted. I could see her chest
rising faster now too.
The first stroke took only a slight bit of hair. I was
teasing too, trying to draw out this experience for all of
us. I removed the rest of her hair, working gently over her
mons. With wet fingers and the little bit of remaining soap,
I made her mons slippery in search of missed stubble. I had
to touch-up several areas, mostly around the large tendon
that joins her thighs to her crotch. As I did, I could see
droplets of water trickle down alongside her cuntlips, and as
I was finishing the last little area, a thick trickle of
white cream seeped from between her now engorged labia.
The warm washcloth again, this time I rubbed her now bare
mons. Even here Debra had a light tan skin tone. Beautiful!
Now clean and bare, I removed the washcloth and ran my finger
up her slit, coating her clit with her slick juices.
“Now, roll over and I’ll finish you.” I said.
Debra hesitated only briefly, then rolled over. I got her on
hands and knees, with her head down. A soft sigh escaped her
lips and I could hear her pussy lips part with a sticky
smack. I think she thought I was going to get her off then,
but instead I began to lather around her asshole. Debra
tensed and I held her thigh lightly.
“Just a little bit of shaving left.” I said. “Then.”
Adding the last word made her relax. As my fingers lathered
her little hole, I could feel her hips moving in a slow
motion. Debra’s ass is tight and firm, and I needed a hand. I
asked Kay to help, and she held Debra’s cheeks open without a
moment’s hesitation. Debra gasped when she felt Kay’s hands
on her butt, spreading her wide open.
I used the razor, working up her ass, outward from her hole.
The small area between her ass and cunt was sensitive. Debra
tensed each time I touched her there. Soon her backside was
as bare as her front, and I cleaned her with the washcloth. I
could smell Debra’s musk clearly, and even Kay’s when she
moved right.
“Almost done.” I said softly, caressing Debra’s beautiful
ass.
I poured some lotion into my hands and then slid the up the
backs of her thighs, just below her buttocks. The slippery
cream let my hands glide over her taut cheeks easily. As my
hands slithered, I leaned forward and extended my tongue. Kay
was kneeling, looking down at Debra’s ass. I looked up at her
and smiled, then gently rimmed Debra’s ass.
“Ohhhhhhhhh!” Debra sighed, trying to raise her butt higher.
With slippery hands I ran them around to the front of her
thighs, and pulled her back as my tongue slipped down, closer
to her entrance. Debra trembled slightly and I teased the
sensitive area between her openings, flicking my tongue
rapidly. My reward was her soft moan.
I shifted my weight and the towel fell away. Just as well,
since I really didn’t want to wear it any longer. My tongue
found her opening, and the juices that were seeping from her.
I shoved my tongue into her, flicking around sensually. I
could feel her tension, her waiting. I licked from her
opening towards her clit, moving slowly, teasing her as she’d
done to me with her striptease. I stopped just before
reaching her clit.
I shifted again, this time turning around to lay under
Debra’s pussy, and tongue her newly shaved mons. I used my
hands to massage her slippery ass cheeks, and from the corner
of my eye saw Kay’s hand under her swim suit, moving rapidly.
Debra’s hips were rocking now, trying to force my tongue to
touch her clit. I pushed her back up.
“Still. Don’t move.” I said softly. Debra held still.
My tongue started below her clit, running up her slit until I
found her hard bud. Using just the tip, I flicked over her
clit as fast as I could, holding her hips still. Seconds
after I started, I could feel her trying to force her hips
down against my arms. The movements became more and more
forceful, and Debra began to rock her whole body.
I rocked my head back, sucking on her whole cunt, sucking her
clit and cuntlips into my mouth. At the same time, I let go
of her hips and Debra pressed her pussy firmly against my
face. I could feel her spasms, her cunt pulsing against my
mouth. Her slick, creamy cum coated my lips and chin. Debra
began chanting “Oh” over and over until she let out a long
moan, the pitch changing and trailing off as her orgasm
washed over her. I slowly let go of her pussy, letting her
labia slide from my lips. Debra’s body shook for a moment,
then she sighed, deeply.
Debra rolled over, lying half across the pillows. She’d lost
the top of her bikini and I could see her dark brown nipples
were rigidly hard. I knelt on the floor again, looking up her
long, tan legs at her shaved cunt, slick with my saliva and
her cream. Her small tits were just right for her lithe form,
and she had such a pleased smile on her face.
Kay was nowhere to be seen. I figured she’d left either to
take care of herself, or to give us privacy, even though the
bedroom door was open. I stood up, and Debra looked me over.
Her eyes went to my still hard cock and she smiled.
“I want you.” She said in a sexy voice. “Let me eat you.”
Debra had me lie on the bed while she knelt on the floor,
sucking my cock. I’m not the biggest in the world, but I was
big enough that Debra had to work me into her mouth. Debra
seemed to be drooling down my cock, working up and down
slowly. Her tongue was magnificent, pressing firmly against
the sensitive underside and flicking the head’s ridge
backwards. Without warning, Debra began descending on my
cock, and kept going until she had all but the last bit of my
seven inches in her mouth. She looked up at me then, those
hazel eyes staring brightly at me from her dark looks. Fire
burned in her eyes, a lusty, half-glazed look. She came up,
then immediately took me down again, bobbing her head
quickly. When she began tickling my balls with her nails, I
knew I would shoot very quickly.
“No.” I breathed with great effort. As much as I wanted to
cum in her mouth for her, I wanted to be the first to bathe
her smooth, hairless little cunt with sperm. “I want to cum
inside you. All over your smooth pussy.” The words came out
lustily, and with effort.
Debra let go of my cock and practically jumped on top of me.
She grabbed my shaft and pressed it to her slit, then sat
down quickly. Both of us moaned. Debra was tight, but she was
also sopping wet. It was just heavenly!
After a few lusty moments of Debra litterally jamming my cock
up her cunt, I grabbed her and rolled her over onto her back.
I pulled her hair to one side, to keep it from catching, and
she surprised me again.
“Yes!” She hissed lustily. “Pull my hair. Pull on it.”
I grabbed a handful and pulled her up to kiss me. Our mouths
met in incandescent passion, our tongues swirling madly as
our loins pressed tightly. I flexed my cock inside her and
felt Debra jump. She started to squeeze back, wrapping her
legs around me tightly.
“Fuck me. Please. Fuck me now!” Debra breathed in my ear.
We both began slamming against each other. My lips found one
of her hard nipples and sucked hard. She pulled my face to
her tits telling me to bite them. I did, sucking, biting
harder until she cried out, thrusting her hips wantonly
against me.
“You’re gonna cum. Oh God! I can feel it! Cum in me baby, cum
in me!” Debra said breathlessly. She was right too. I was
about to cum, and it felt like it would be a gusher.
“Cum with me.” I replied passionately. “Milk me with your
cunt. Milk my sperm into your cumming cunt.”
“Yes! Oh yes!” Debra was arching up against me, my cock
driving deep, bumping her cervix several times.
It was time. My cock swelled, becoming rigid as steel. I
crammed it into her hot cunt, shoving hard, driving deep. My
hands pulled her down on me by the shoulders, just as my hips
drove upwards. Her upper lip curled, her climax a moment
away.
“Fill me with cum!” Debra cried out as my cock banged her
cervix.
I rammed home and she yelped. My cock began spewing thick
streams of fiery hot sperm deep into her. My body was locked
in arching orgasm, holding my sperm-spurting cock deep inside
her sopped cunt. The massive throbbing of my cock shooting
brought Debra off too, and her hips rocked wildly for a
second, then arched up, pressing me against the end of her
tunnel.
We both opened our eyes a moment later, and looked at each
other. In her eyes was all I needed to make this complete. It
felt like I was looking deep into her soul, and she into
mine. Debra smiled, and gently closed her eyes, pulling me
closer to her.
Our blissful state lasted about five minutes. Kay’s moans
from the other room brought us back to reality. Ken had
obviously returned and was fucking her in the living room.
Debra smiled at me knowingly, and I began to get hard again,
still inside her pussy. Debra rocked her hips slowly, testing
the firmness of my new erection. I could feel our juices
seeping down past my cock, and thus aroused again, I began
teasing one of her dark nipples with my tongue.
Kay’s moans increased in volume, and we could hear Ken’s deep
voice without hearing what he said. A sudden sharp moan, then
silence. Debra’s cunt spasmed around my cock, and I flexed
inside her. Her legs and arms wrapped around me and we kissed
passionately. We were rocking gently, just stirring our fires
when we felt, rather than heard, Kay enter the room.
Kay’s hair was a tangled mess, and sweat glistened between
her large, dangling tits. Her bush was thick and the hairs
below her cunt were wet and splotched with Ken’s sperm. Debra
and I looked at her as she stood there unsure if she should
proceed.
“Did you have fun too?” Debra asked with a laugh. “I sure
looks it.”
Kay looked down at her tits, sweaty and shiny. “Ken wants me
to shave my pussy too.” She said excitedly. “And I want you
to do it for me.”
My cock jumped in Debra’s cunt, and she looked at me,
squeezing me back. She unfolded her long legs, and we parted.
As my cock slid out of her and I moved, the head trailed
across her now bare mons and she shivered.
“Oooh, that’s nice.” She cooed. I reached down and cupped her
naked cunt, letting our juices soak my hand.
“Here’s some lotion for your skin.” I said lustily, spreading
our wetness over her naked crotch. Debra hissed and pushed
her cunt back into my hand as I coated her with cum and cunt
juice. When I finished, her mons was glistening and slippery.
I leaned down and bit her left nipple gently, and she looked
at me with fire in those cool hazel eyes again.
I looked at Kay, who was toying with her own soaked pussy.
“Tell Ken to get his butt in here. He’s gotta watch so he
learns how to take care of your pussy.”
Moments later Ken was in the room and openly admiring Debra’s
naked pussy. Ken’s cock began to rise when Kay crawled up on
the bed and asked him what he thought of Debra’s bare slit.
“I love it.” Ken said very quietly. Debra smiled and so did
Kay.
Kay took her position, just as Debra had done. This time, Ken
stood behind me and I lectured him about shaving a pussy. Kay
had a thick mat of hair over her cunt, and the first thing
was trimming it off with scissors. I trimmed all the way back
around her asshole too, leaving short, bristle like hairs.
Ken’s cock was at full mast, all nine and a half inches of
it. Debra kept looking at Ken’s cock then down at mine. I
tried to ignore it because it was distracting me.
The washcloth, then the lather. I explained to Ken how to use
his finger to wipe off her clit, labia and other sensitive
areas, and to use his finger to protect them. Kay’s legs were
flung wide, high in the air, with Debra holding her right
leg. Using my fingers I kept her skin taut, and shaved either
side of her engorged cuntlips. I pulled on them, and Kay’s
breathing was heavy.
“If you keep creaming all over like that,” I said, “I’m going
to have to wash you all over again.”
“Ohhh, I ...can’t help it.” Kay said in a husky voice. “I’m
so...so close!”
Instead of finishing her off, I sat back and let her calm
down. Debra smiled and said that next time she would like Kay
to hold her legs. Kay just smiled back, and I had Ken move
over and hold the other leg.
This time I moved a little faster, and once over her mons,
began to remove her hair with smaller strokes. Kay’s chest
and face were pink with an excited flush. Her pussy revealed
itself to have a nice curvy shape, with her clit peeking out
between her folds. I rinsed the razor and used the washcloth,
removing the soap. Kay was pushing her cunt against my hand,
and her nipples were almost half and inch long.
“Roll over.” I said.
Kay did, easily and quickly, thrusting her ass into the air.
She put her head down, her tits pressed against the bed. Ken
and Debra pulled her cheeks apart, and I shaved around her
asshole and the area between her ass and cunt. I could see
thick cream oozing from her slit, trickling down towards her
clit. When I had finished, I poured some of the lotion into
Ken’s hands and told him to caress her ass. Debra smiled when
my hand cupped Kay’s twat. She knew what I was going to do.
“Cum in my hand.” I told Kay. “Make my hand wet.”
I rubbed her clit and Kay did cum, rocking her pussy against
my hand and soaking it with her juices mixed with the
remainder of Ken’s sperm. As she rocked, I spread the
slippery stuff all over her newly shaved twat, all the way up
to her asshole. Ken was massaging her ass, spreading the
creamy lotion all around. Kay’s crotch and ass glistened, and
it was impossible to tell where the lotion began or their
juices stopped. Kay kept shoving her cunt back onto my hand
and I worked my thumb inside her.
“Ohhh, I’m cummmmminnnngg!” Kay announced with a wavering
moan. She clutched at Debra’s knee, Kay’s body tensing and
shuddering. I looked at Ken and he was smiling at her display
of orgasmic pleasure.
“Fuck her now.” I told Ken. He didn’t need to be told twice.
Ken and I move, and he filled Kay’s sopping cunt with his
thick cock, sliding deep into her with a single thrust. Kay
kept cumming, rocking her ass up and down on Ken’s motionless
body.
I moved next to Debra, and I was spellbound as she took my
soaked hand and raised it to her mouth. Her tongue extended,
she licked my palm, tasting Kay’s cream and any of Ken’s
sperm still mixed with it. I watched her lick the slippery
juices off, then she pressed my hand to her right breast. I
cupped her tit and pinched her nipple hard.
“Fuck me too.” Debra said softly.
We moved and I let Debra sit on me. I had my legs on either
side of Kay, her face inches from my cock. Debra sat down,
spreading her cunt on my stiff prick. Kay watched my cock
enter her friend up close, and I felt her hand rubbing
Debra’s bare cunt.
“Ohh, you’re so beautiful!” Kay moaned. “Fuck her. Fuck her
hard.”
Ken was still pumping Kay’s cunt and watching us over Kay’s
back. Debra began to rock her hips, rising up and down on my
shaft. I felt Kay’s fingers fondling my hanging balls, then a
moment later her hot breath and tongue. Kay licked around my
balls for a few moments then she put her hand between Debra’s
ass and me, holding her still. Kay’s tongue traced up my
cock, and then Debra let out a deep, guttural groan.
Ken began thrusting harder into Kay’s dripping snatch,
forcing her face against Debra’s bare slit. My hips rocked
now, and Debra’s pussy was getting even wetter than before. I
ground my loins to her ass, and Debra sat down, pressing her
full weight on me. Her cunt spasmed around my cock, and she
leaned back, lying down on me. I cupped her tits, pulling her
nipples and rolling them back and forth. Debra’s stomach
heaved as her ass clenched. Her cunt gripped me like a vise,
and then her legs wrapped around Kay’s head.
“Ohhhhhh Gawwwwwwwwwddddd!!” Debra practically screamed.
I could hear Kay moaning too, and feel her shaking her head.
Ken’s thrusts were getting harder, and he finally groaned,
shoving Kay’s face tight against Debra’s cock-filled cunt.
Ken groaned and Kay moaned in pleasure.
Debra was still climaxing, and her words came out between
sharp breaths. “Fill...me...up. Fill...me..with...cum.
Fill...my...cunt...with ...with cummm.”
Her spasming, shuddering body was milking my cock, and I was
close too. But most of my cock was outside her, only the head
and a little more still gripped in her. Kay lapped up and
down my cock, then sucked at the base, tickling my balls. I
groaned deeply. So close. So very close!
My hips rocked, shoving my cock into Debra then withdrawing,
coated with her slippery cunt juice. Kay kept licking and
lapping, and I pumped again. Then again. Surge...I rammed my
cock as deep as I could, spurting just as I was fully in her.
Debra gasped, and as I rocked my hips for another thrust, Kay
pulled me out of Debra’s slippery twat.
Cum kept spurting, and I could feel the thick streams
shooting out with great force. Debra’s hips rose off of me,
and I felt my cock head pressed against her slit, Kay’s hand
pumping my jism out.
Debra’s body began shaking uncontrollably. Kay let go of me,
and my cock hit my stomach with a wet splat. Debra’s ass
pressed it against me. Debra was shaking and writhing on top
of me, and Kay was lapping my sperm from Debra’s bare
cuntlips. Debra twisted and arched against me, my hands again
on her tits, pulling her nipples. She was having one orgasm
after another, with Kay’s tongue slurping her drenched cunt.
When we were finally exhausted, Debra slid off to my side,
her ass still on my crotch. We kissed, and she was still full
of passion, but more subdued. Again our intimacy was
interrupted by Kay’s moans. We both looked and Kay had pushed
herself up on her hands. Ken was pumping again, holding her
hips. Kay’s face glistened with Debra’s cum, mixed with mine.
Her tits hung down, almost touching the rumpled covers,
swaying with Ken’s thrusts.
Ken pumped for a few minutes, then withdrew, joining us on
the bed and jerking his cock towards Kay’s open mouth.
“Soak her tits.” I muttered, thinking of her big, floppy
tits. Kay sat up, cupping her breasts. Ken jerked furiously,
and Debra sat up, leaning over and licking one of Kay’s
nipples.
“Cum all over the place.” Debra said. “Cum on her big tits.
Soak ‘em down.”
Ken erupted with a long deep moan. Sperm splashed high on
Kay’s chest and then another spurt landed on top of her right
tit, spraying Debra’s face too. Ken spurted a few more times,
making a thick pool of jism form between Kay’s clenched tits.
I watched Debra lap up the thick pool of cum and then grab
Kay’s head and kiss her deeply.
When Debra sat down again, her small tits showed little globs
of Ken’s sperm from being pressed against Kay’s tits. Both
women licked their lips and then toyed with their newly
shaven cunts.
I was drained, yet, I was also still in an erotic mood. The
four of us relaxed and I phoned an order for a pizza. We were
still in bed when the buzzer rang. I put on my pants, now
dry, and let the pizza boy come up. When he knocked on the
door, I paid him, taking the warm pizza box. Kay walked by,
taking the pizza into the kitchen. She did so proudly wearing
only a smile. The young pizza boy’s eyes almost popped out,
and his jaw dropped when Debra walked by, likewise naked. I
thanked him and closed the door, wishing I’d had a camera.
His face was priceless!
Ken joined the girls in the kitchen, and Debra brought me
several slices. She sat on my lap while we ate, not letting
me get out of my jeans so I was half dressed, accenting
everyone’s nudity.
We finished our pizza, and watched some adult videos Ken and
Kay had. Debra asked Kay how Ken’s big cock felt and Kay told
her to find out for herself. Debra looked at me and I winked.
I had nothing to lose really. We swapped partners, and Ken
fucked Debra’s tight cunt while she sat on his lap. Kay and I
watched before joining the fun. This time Kay ate Debra and
licked Ken’s cock and balls while I fucked her from behind.
We were moving slower now, a bit tired, tummies full, and
only a little less lusty.
I pulled out of Kay’s dripping wet cunt and fed Debra my
slick cock. She sucked it greedily for a short time, having
to stop in order to breathe. Kay was lapping Debra’s clit and
Debra’s eyes were half-lidded as she neared orgasm. I stroked
myself and pressed the head against Debra’s soft little tit.
“Mmm, cum all over me.” Debra said. “Shoot it all over me.”
Kay sat up and grabbed my cock, jerking me against Debra’s
tit. “I know what she wants.” Kay said. “She wants your hot
cum all over her.”
Kay jerked and Ken thrust, and soon Debra was moaning too.
Ken slammed into her faster and faster, making Debra’s jaw go
slack. I was standing, looking down on the scene, and got an
idea.
“Push your tits against her cunt.” I told Kay, which she did.
“Pull out and cum all over Debra’s naked cunt. I want to see
Kay rub her tits in Debra’s sperm soaked cunt.”
“I’m gonna soak both of ‘em in jism!” Ken said harshly. “Cum
all over these hot bitches!”
Ken groaned, spurting into Debra’s slippery cunt, then
pulling out to spurt all over Kay’s tits. With his cock
spurting white cum into Kay’s cleavage and onto her jiggling
tits, Debra rocked her cunt forward, spreading the jism
around with a wet, squishing noise. I started to cum too,
announcing it.
“Here it comes!” I said, Kay’s hand pressing my cock against
Debra’s cheek. Debra turned and opened her mouth. The first
spurt soaked her lips, dripping down off her chin and onto
Kay’s tits. Debra’s mouth closed around me and I felt her
tongue coaxing my sperm into her mouth. It felt like she was
sucking it straight from my balls. She finally let go, then
smiled, letting a little dribble out between her lips. Kay
pulled her down and kissed her.
As day turned into night, we showered and sat around naked.
Debra and I cuddled a lot, and my hands kept straying to her
shaved pussy, often finding her own hand there. Our touching
was more sensual now, softer, gentler. Our friends left us
alone, sensing our needs. We kissed for a long time, and then
we used the floor, making love in slow, tender, erotic style.
“It’s been a long day.” Debra said. “What did you like the
best?”
Debra asked her question while lying on top of me, my
softening cock still deep inside her. I ran my hand from her
ass up her back, then hugged her. “Being alone with you was
the best.” I said.
Debra kissed me with deep passion, pressing her body tightly
to mine. I could feel her pussy squeeze me inside her. “Hmmm,
do you make house calls? My pussy is going to need LOTS of
attention now.”
I smiled and hugged her, kissing her briefly.
“House calls are my specialty.” I said. “And thank you for
pushing me into the pool.”
She giggled, then put her head on my chest before we fell
asleep.
end
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Pussy Barber
Kate’s Party
Kate nervously knocked on the door to Linda’s place,
wondering if she should go through with her fantasy after
all. There were numerous cars parked all around Linda’s
house, which meant Linda had been very successful in
recruiting people to fulfill Kate’s fantasy.
The door opened and Linda greeted Kate, ushering her inside.
Kate saw that Linda was wearing a one-piece dress that clung
to her nicely, and not only revealed a lot of cleavage, but
was slit all the way up to the point of the tall brunette’s
hip. Kate heard voices in the back yard, and the den. There
was no one in the living room, but Linda had started a fire
there anyhow. “Nice of her.” Kate thought.
Linda ushered Kate into a back room, where Torre was waiting.
Linda suggested that Kate have a glass of wine and relax for
before getting undressed. Torre was there to help her and to
be her “go-fer”.
“You can back out any time.” Linda said. “Few people know
that this is all for you. If you do, we’ll just have a good
swinging party like we planned.”
Kate nodded and thanked Linda, and watched her close the door
behind her. She and Torre looked at each other. Kate’s short
blonde hair made her look cute and sexy, while Torre’s long,
dark tresses and the contours of her face, made her look like
a sexy bombshell.
“Do you know?” Kate asked, pouring some red wine.
“Yes.” Torre replied. “It’s a hot fantasy if you ask me.”
Kate sat down and thought about it, and the more she did, the
more she wanted to do it. Her clit began to tingle at the
idea, and her pussy became damp, wetting her panties
slightly. She asked Torre how many men and women were at the
party, and was satisfied that there were enough men to
complete her scenario properly. Twenty six men were enough to
insure success.
Kate stood and began to undress, removing her sweater and
bra. Torre watched, and she commented on Kate’s slim beauty.
Especially her breasts. Kate’s breasts weren’t large, but
they were firm, round white mounds of soft flesh that shook
pleasantly when she moved. Torre especially liked Kate’s
full, dark-pink nipples which contrasted to her fair skin.
Kate’s jeans went next, along with her panties. Torre smiled
when she saw Kate’s light bush, just a shade or two darker
than her golden blonde hair. Kate picked up her wine glass
and sat back down in the chair, dangling one leg over the
thickly padded arm.
“Should I tell Linda you’re ready?” Torre asked.
“Not yet.” Kate said, “I need to psyche up a little more.”
Torre looked at Kate’s naked body, feeling her own response
to her closeness. “Maybe I can help.” She said.
Kate looked at Torre, and watched as the sexy brunette, still
in her street clothes knelt before her. Kate had seldom had
anyone so willing to lick her. At 26, Kate had experienced
many lovers, but none who ignited her most passionate fires.
Kate just watched as Torre leaned forward, pausing to look up
at her, searching for either approval or rejection. Seeing
neither, Torre pressed her lips against Kate’s labia, her
tongue drawing a line up the blonde pussy.
“Ohhhh!” Kate sighed. “That’s so good!”
Torre felt Kate’s wetness, her anticipation of her wildest
fantasy about to come true. The short-haired blonde was
already aroused, and her body sensitive. Torre licked and
sucked, lovingly running her tongue around Kate’s small clit.
Torre felt her own body getting highly aroused, and she knew
why. Kate’s sexuality was derived from the opposite end of
the spectrum from Torre. While Torre looked like a woman who
would be a wanton, lusty animal in bed, Kate’s wholesome,
all-american looks made her look sweet and innocent. To see
her naked, legs spread with a woman tonguing her clit was
highly erotic.
Kate’s hips began moving in a slow, rhythmic rocking motion.
Torre kept up her tongue lashing, even reaching up to pull on
the blonde’s sexy nipples. Kate’s tits looked firm, but they
were soft and warm, and Torre wished she could take her home
for hours of mutual pleasure.
Kate’s hips moved faster, and her face was flushed. Torre
stopped, knowing that Kate wanted to be hot, not limp and
tired, for her fantasy.
“I’ll tell Linda you’re ready.” Torre said quietly. Kate
nodded her agreement.
After Torre found her and whispered to her that Kate was
ready, Linda gathered everyone inside. She stepped into the
middle of the room and asked for everyone’s attention. She
thanked everyone for coming, and a voice in the back said
“Not yet!”, getting laughter around the room. Linda waited
for it to die down and continued, explaining that one of the
reasons for the party was their monthly swinging group, and
another reason was that a very special friend wanted her
fantasy fulfilled. A low murmur went through the crowd and
people looked around, trying to spot the guest of honor.
“Her name is Kate,” Linda said, “and her fantasy requires
that we all continue our party like this was just a friendly
cocktail party, with a few minor differences.”
People were interested now, and Linda outlined some of the
plan to them, telling them how Kate expected them to react to
her and how they shouldn’t notice her state of undress.
Everyone agreed to join in the fun, and Linda called for
several individual men to join her in the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Torre had returned to Kate, who was now toying
with her blonde pussy, keeping herself very aroused. Torre
explained that Linda would come back for her in a few
minutes, and that they’d best get Kate ready.
Torre opened a drawer and began dressing Kate in her costume.
The leather straps crossed her breasts, and fastened in the
back. Torre made sure to tighten them so that they held
Kate’s smallish breasts up high, and pointing straight out.
Kate fastened the wide leather wristlets and put on the
choker too. Torre fastened a leather strap around Kate’s
waist, and another that went between her legs and over her
hips. These two were buckled together, then cinched. Kate
felt the straps over her ass spread her cheeks, and the
leather pressing tightly against her pussy. The straps spread
apart from between her legs, and being tight, they caused
Kate’s clit to be exposed, pressed out between the straps
along with some of her soft flesh. It felt absolutely wicked
and wonderful to Kate. Lastly, Torre placed a pair of small
clips on the ends of Kate’s breasts, pinching her nipples. A
small chain tied them together with the chain curving
downward nicely. Torre looked her over, her own pussy
releasing its juices. Torre decided that Kate needed
something else. She reached into her purse and removed a pair
of earrings with long, dangling silver pieces. She removed
Kate’s small studs and replaced them with the dangling ones.
Torre then re-brushed Kate’s hair, giving her hair the look
of a woman who’d been less than innocent recently.
Kate looked in the mirror, and her hands ran over the straps
as well as her body. She’d never looked this hot in all her
life, nor imagined how good the restraints would feel. Her
face was flushed, and with Torre’s help, she looked as if
she’d already had sex. Kate turned and kissed Torre, squarely
on the lips, and then thanked her for her help. Torre was
thinking of a longer kiss when Linda knocked and interrupted.
Kate followed Linda out, and Torre followed Kate.
The party looked like any normal party, with people milling
in all the main rooms of the house. Linda took Kate right
into the living room, Kate’s breasts shimmying in her leather
harness. All eyes looked at her as she entered the room, and
then, just as quickly, returned to their prior subjects. Kate
felt her nervous excitement again. Linda brought Kate up to a
trio who were standing by the fireplace talking. She
introduced Kate, and each person to Kate. Kate was so nervous
she couldn’t remember anyone’s name, and she smiled as she
would at any other party. One of the two men asked Kate what
she thought of a recent movie, and she began to get involved
in their conversation. Kate could feel her pussy’s cream
warming her, knowing that she was getting quick, furtive
glances from the others in the room. Several women joined
their circle and listened to the conversation. Someone was
saying that Tom Cruise was going to be over the hill in a few
years. That’s when Torre came by, carrying a tray of wine
glasses. She served Kate first, and Kate took her special
glass. Without looking at it further, Kate pretended to
listen as she brought it to her lips. The eyes on the women
widened while they watched, and one of the men across from
her noticed too. Kate touched the glass to her lips and
tasted. It was salty, and just slightly bitter. She sipped a
large sip of the sperm from the glass and held it about waist
level, licking her lips absentmindedly.
One of the women, an attractive brunette about Kate’s age,
stepped over to her and began asking her about wearing her
hair short. The woman’s hair was long but braided and pulled
back up to the crown of her head. She looked good with her
hair tight against her head, and Kate told her so. While the
woman talked about how men liked her long hair and how
difficult it was to manage, Kate sipped from her glass,
letting it wash up over her upper lip slightly so she could
lick it off.
The woman kept getting distracted by that, but continued
talking after a pause, as if nothing had happened. A few
minutes later, Kate excused herself and moved over to another
group of people. The conversation here was livelier, with
people talking about their favorite sexual positions. A
short, cheerful looking redhead said that her favorite
position was on her knees, and everyone laughed. They said
hello to Kate, casually, as if her nakedness wasn’t uncommon.
While the redhead was talking again, Kate raised her glass
and drank down the last of the creamy white mixture in a
smooth gulp. The redhead lost her train of thought and
stared. Kate licked her lips and someone else picked up the
conversation. The redhead kept glancing back up at Kate,
making her feel hot. Torre arrived again, offering a tray of
wine to everyone. Several people took glasses, and Kate
didn’t see one for her. Just as Torre moved to her, a single
glass appeared on the tray, and Kate took it, laughing at
someone’s joke. Without looking she sipped and then drained
about half the glass. The blonde standing next to a well
built man, cleared her throat, staring at Kate’s hand.
Kate pretended to misinterpret the stare, and showed the
blonde the rings that covered the first three fingers. She
held her hand out, still holding the glass of thick cum. The
blonde stared down, and then said that the rings were nice.
Linda came up and told Kate there was someone she should meet
and led her into the den. People were sitting and standing
around the room. Linda led Kate to a couple sitting on a
sofa. Linda introduced them and Ken and Wanda. Wanda was a
small, thin, young girl of 18, and Ken was a handsome man of
about 30. From Kate’s position, each time Wanda leaned over,
Kate could see down the girl’s front, clear to her navel.
Wanda had small breasts with large pink nipples that were
already hard. Ken told Kate that they and another couple,
Mike and Barbara had been discussing favorite sexual acts
when she arrived. Kate asked him what his was, and Ken
replied that it was anal sex. Kate felt her body give a
twinge, and she asked Wanda, who also liked anal sex. Barbara
said hers was eating pussy or sucking cock, then asked Kate
what hers was. Kate smiled, and toasted Barbara with her
glass.
“Drinking cum.” Kate said evenly. “Lots of cum.” Then Kate
drained the glass. Barbara’s hips rocked upwards slightly.
“That’s sexy.” Wanda said, and Kate looked back down at her.
Wanda was leaning forward, reaching for a cigarette on the
table. She was leaning right past Kate’s leg, looking up at
her. Kate turned the glass upside down, a pearlescent drop
forming and running down the inside of the glass. Wanda
watched, frozen in place. The drop grew on the edge of the
glass, hanging right over Wanda’s open cleavage. Just as the
drop formed and sagged, Kate moved the glass, holding it over
her own nipple and letting the creamy stuff drip against her
areola and run down over the clamp.
Wanda sat back and breathed again, then lit her cigarette.
Torre came by and asked if Kate would like another, taking
the empty glass from her. Kate noticed now for the first time
that Torre was wearing a maid’s outfit, and that it was
indecently short, showing her ass well, and pushing the
brunette’s tits together in the low cut front.
A loud, staccato laugh filled the air, and Kate looked
around, seeing that it was a busty young woman wearing a
slinky dress that exposed a lot of her.
“That’s Ellie.” Wanda spat the name out. “The biggest titted
slut you’ll ever meet.”
“Oh?” Kate replied. “Why’s that?”
Wanda made a face. “She’ll fuck anything with a dick.” Wanda
commented, blowing out bluish smoke. “And she’s happiest when
she has three or four at once.”
“Sounds like she has fun to me.” Kate said.
Torre came back a moment later, and on her tray were two
glasses, filled with Kate’s drink. Kate reached for one, just
getting her hand on it, when Torre let the tray slip. The
second glass spilled and its contents splashed against Kate’s
chest, the glass landing on the tray.
Kate stepped back involuntarily, holding her arms away from
her body, and looking down at her chest. Thick white sperm,
still warm, ran down her small breasts, pooled and trickled
down over her leather straps and down towards her thighs.
“OH! I’m so sorry!” Torre exclaimed. “Let me help you.”
Like the clumsy waitress, Torre began brushing Kate’s chest,
rubbing the warm creamy sperm over her tits and down her
front. Kate stepped back.
“Stop it!” Kate yelled.
“Stand still.” Torre protested, then pulled on one the nipple
clamps. Kate felt a twinge deep in her very wet pussy, and
her clit was screaming at her.
“Oww!” Kate said, even though it had been more pleasure than
pain. “You stupid slut!”
Torre looked shocked, then slapped Kate, but not too hard.
Kate looked at her, then splashed the contents of her glass
into Torre’s face and tits, the thick white cream dripping
from the brunette’s face onto her cleavage.
“You fucking bitch!” Torre said and grabbed Kate’s arm. Kate
tossed the glass down to the sofa, spilling the last dribbles
against Wanda’s lap. The two women began to struggle, and the
sound of tearing fabric filled the air.
Kate and Torre grabbed each other, and Torre’s clothes were
ripping and falling away. The two fell to the floor,
struggling on the carpet. It was Kate on top first, then
Torre, both women’s breasts bouncing and shaking. Kate and
Torre struggled as a crowd gathered, and then Torre got the
upper hand, getting a hold of a short thong attached to
Kate’s choker. She put her hand on it, pinning Kate’s head
and shoulders to the floor. Kate’s legs were locked around
Torre’s waist, and the brunette’s naked pussy brushed against
Kate’s clit.
“Now lick it off you cum-drinking slut!” Torre commanded,
then lowered her wet tits to Kate’s face. Sperm covered
Torre’s lower face, and it was dripping from her nipples onto
Kate’s lips. Kate reached out with her tongue and licked one
nipple.
“C’mon! I said lick it all off!” Torre commanded her again,
then she pulled Kate’s face between her breasts. The short-
haired blonde began licking, her face getting wet with the
creamy stuff. She finished each breast, licking it
thoroughly.
“Now my face too!” Torre commanded, and again Kate began
licking. This time, Torre got her long kiss, tasting the
sperm on Kate’s tongue, and feeling Kate’s desperately hot
tongue licking back lustily.
Linda appeared, holding a pair of glasses, one of which Torre
took from her. Torre sat up, using her knee to keep Kate’s
“leash” against the ground. Leaning back, Torre poured the
wine-glass full of still warm sperm over her clit, and down
her slit.
“Lick it off bitch.” Torre panted. “Lick my cunt!”
Kate licked, tasting Torre’s wetness first. It was sweeter,
and less salty than the male counterpart. Then she tasted the
thick sperm and began lapping it off Torre’s labia and clit.
“That’s it.” Torre said. “Get it all, even inside.”
Kate stuck her tongue into Torre’s entrance, tasting the
sweet cream that Torre was making. Kate licked and sucked,
until Torre’s pussy was cleaned off, but Kate’s face was
soaked with the girl’s wetness.
“Now, this’ll teach you.” Torre said. She took the other
glass from Linda and poured it over Kate’s exposed clit,
leaving half of it in the glass. Kate moaned loudly. Torre
drank the other half, then leaned over Kate, kissing her
wetly and using her lips to spread it over the short-haired
blonde’s face.
Torre got up and walked off, out of the room. Kate lay there,
sperm on her face and clit, looking at people standing around
her. She could see women holding their breasts, or touching
themselves, and several men had large bulges. One man,
standing near Kate’s head, unzipped his pants, pulled out his
hard cock and began stroking it. Kate watched, fascinated. He
knelt down on one knee and pressed it against her lips. Kate
opened her mouth just in time to receive his gusher of thick
cum, some of running down her cheek.
People moved off, talking in subdued tones. Several couples
were more openly touching each other now. The man moved away
too, and Kate hadn’t even seen his face!
Kate got up and the redhead came over to her. “Quite a show.”
She said to Kate.
Kate blushed. Here she was, almost naked, with cum on her
face, tits and clit, talking to a woman who was fully
dressed. Kate noticed the young woman’s nipples pressed
against her blouse.
“I need to clean up.” Kate said quietly.
“Nonsense.” The redhead said, and then she stepped forward,
licking the side of Kate’s chin. “You look fine.”
The redhead moved close, then she touched Kate’s clit.
Electric shocks went through her as the redhead quietly
massaged Kate. She felt a hand pull gently on her right
nipple clamp. “I’d love to lick it all off of you, you know.”
Kate sighed softly, her knees getting weak. The redhead
kneeled, and she licked around Kate’s engorged clit, making
Kate shudder and moan. Several people looked on, and when
Kate opened her eyes again, Barbara was sucking Mike’s thick
cock, watching Kate and the redhead while she fingered her
pussy.
Kate looked over and saw Wanda, sitting alone, with her dress
up over her lap, and her fingers busily teasing her clit. She
wondered where Ken was, when she felt hands on her hips from
behind. Ken spoke, telling her that she was too hot to
resist.
The redhead moved back, stripping off her clothes to reveal a
firm, tight body, with full round breasts that formed cones
on her chest. Her triangle was a deep reddish orange. Kate
felt herself being bent over and Ken’s cock sliding against
her opening. His cock became wet quickly since Kate’s juices
now coated her inner thighs.
“You’re SO wet! So hot!” Ken breathed.
The redhead, whose name Kate didn’t know, removed the clamps
from Kate’s nipples and began sucking them. Kate felt her
body twist inside out, her hips swaying. Ken’s cock probed
her anus, sliding against it and pressing lightly. Kate
moaned again.
Kate felt her knees giving, and Ken helped her to the floor.
Kneeling on all fours, Kate felt him resume probing her anal
entrance. Kate had done this only once before, but she was
too horny to worry about it now. The redhead moved around and
began licking Wanda’s pussy, showing her ass to Kate, who
thought she looked beautifully sexy.
Barbara came over to Kate and kissed her, filling her mouth
with Mike’s fresh, hot sperm. Barbara’s tongue swirled it
around in Kate’s mouth, and then Barbara licked Kate’s face
with her cum covered tongue. Kate was tasting it, feeling it
when Ken’s cock began to press harder at her asshole. Kate
arched her back, then leaned back, stretching her anus until
Ken’s cock slipped in. Ken held it for a moment, then pushed
his entire eight and a half inches deep into her asshole.
“OOhhhhhh Godddd!” Kate moaned.
Out of nowhere, Torre appeared, and she crawled under Kate.
Torre began licking Kate’s blonde cunt, fingering her while
Ken pumped her asshole. Kate began to shudder, her orgasm,
pent up for so long, threatened to arrive quickly. Torre
proved to be expert, keeping Kate on the edge, denying her
release. Kate bucked harder and harder at the cock invading
her asshole, squeezing it and trying to milk it into her
butt.
Wanda knelt next to Kate, pulling on Kate’s left tit. “You
want his hot cum in your asshole, don’t you?”
“YES!” Kate hissed.
“I want to see him fill your creamy white butt full of cum.”
Wanda hissed back. “Just like he does when he butt-fucks me.”
Kate moaned again. The shaft pumping in and out of her
asshole along with Torre’s fingers, made Kate incredibly
horny, and she wanted to come, to scream with pleasure. But
Torre had been well briefed by Linda, and Kate had a long way
to go yet.
Ken’s cock kept pumping, and a pair of thirtyish men knelt in
front of Kate. They were jerking their cocks in their fists,
and Kate watched them. She knew what they wanted to do, and
she wanted them to do it. “Oooh!” Wanda said, “They’re gonna
shoot their jism all over your face! Would you like that?”
“Uh-huh!” Kate moaned, feeling Ken’s cock now making
deliberate, deep strokes in her asshole.
The first man leaned forward, and Kate took his cock into her
mouth. His thick cum spurted and she let it fill her mouth
before she swallowed it. The second man slid closer and Wanda
lifted Kate up, then squeezed her left tit hard, pulling on
the nipple. Kate felt the man’s hot sperm wash over her tit
and Wanda’s hand. Another gush and he came on her mouth,
coating her lips with his white jism. Wanda leaned down and
kissed Kate, licking his jism off her lips.
During their kiss, Ken groaned and shoved his cock deep into
Kate’s tight asshole. His sperm gushed out, filling Kate’s
butt with a creamy warmth.
Kate shuddered, and Torre tried to milk Ken’s cock from
inside Kate’s cunt, pressing her fingers against the cock
through the wall. Kate began rocking and jutting her hips,
wanting to cum now.
Ken slowly pulled out of Kate’s asshole, leaving her with a
very fucked feeling. Wanda got up and walked of with Ken, and
Torre got up and told Kate not to go away. No sooner had
Torre stood, than Kate felt her pussy being invaded. Kate
didn’t even look, but she let the thick tool slide into her
pussy. A few strokes told her that it wasn’t a real cock, and
just as she began to look, a man knelt next to her, pushing
his cock into her mouth. Kate felt the dildo slide into her
asshole and groaned. The cock in her mouth tasted of pussy,
and Kate knew that the man would come quickly. Indeed he did.
This guy gushed into her mouth, sending long hot streams
splashing against her cheeks. He pulled out and let the rest
spurt onto her now sperm drenched face. Kate held his cock
and smeared his cum over her lips.
Another man slid his legs under her, and Kate felt his cock
push up against her cunt. With a dildo in her ass, a cuntfull
of cock would certainly bring her off. His cock turned out to
be thick, with a huge head that stretched her pussy. Kate
felt him pushing against her anal wall, right through her
cunt. It felt like she had a horse’s cock in her cunt. She
hoped he came like one.
When the cock and dildo began moving in alternating strokes,
Kate lost track of everything, except the feelings cramming
into her brain. As Kate floated, every so often she’d blink
her eyes open, her brain taking a snapshot of the room around
her.
Blink. There was the redhead, riding a cock and sperm soaking
her face. Blink. There was Linda, sucking a tit while someone
fucked her from behind. Blink. Two girls, a pair of tan
brunettes, one with her fingers in the other’s wide open
cunt. Blink. A big titted woman sucking two guys while a gal
sucks her tits.
Kate’s mind filled with the images of others fucking, and she
knew she’d started it, and that they were watching her.
Torre returned, with a glass of cum, and she poured it over
Kate’s breasts, then began to lick it off. Kate grabbed
Torre’s head and pressed the brunette’s face against her,
feeling the slippery wetness.
Kate felt the man’s cock shoot powerful streams of his sperm
inside her cunt, and she shuddered at the sensation. He
pulled out shortly and left Kate with someone still pumping a
dildo, slowly, up her asshole.
Kate looked around, and saw who it was. A young, well built
brunette was fucking her ass, with a dildo strapped on her
pussy. Moaning filled the air, as did the musky fragrances of
people. Kate was so horny, and she’d thought she was going to
come with the last man, but she didn’t.
The redhead came back over, smiling and wiping the sperm off
her chin. She kissed Kate, and Kate tasted the rich flavor of
cum on the girl’s tongue. They kissed for a long time,
breaking just as the dildo girl slid out of Kate’s asshole.
“Are you ready?” The redhead asked.
Kate nodded, ready for anything now. Torre and the redhead
had Kate stand up, and Kate felt her asshole twinge from the
fucking she’d taken. Both Torre and the redhead led her to a
barren coffee table and made her lay down. The redhead stood
alongside her and lifted her legs wide and high. Torre
squatted almost over Kate’s face, holding Kate’s hands to her
thighs.
“It’s time!” Linda announced, and people began gathering
around. Mostly, the men were standing close to Kate, and
women standing behind them. “Let’s do it!” Linda said from
behind a man with a long cock. The women reached around and
began jacking each man’s cock. Kate looked around her and
watched, her pussy cream flowing down her ass freely. Kate
felt lightheaded, and her heart pounded.
Several minutes went by and Linda’s voice came from behind
the man with the long cock.
“C’mon studs! Soak her with your sperm!” Linda panted.
“She wants a hot sperm-bath.” The redhead chipped in.
“Drown her in your jism. Soak this hot slut in cum!” Torre
moaned, her pussy dripping onto Kate’s face.
A man down my Kate’s leg came first, his cum landing on her
thigh and stomach. He leaned forward, holding his cock and
the girl’s hand that pumped it, and shot twice more onto
Kate’s spread cunt. The warm cream landed just next to her
clit, and Kate rocked her hips, trying to make it touch her
button.
Another creamy splat landed on her left tit, and her side.
Then another landed on her neck, from a man near her
shoulder. It started raining cum, the thick, warm drops
landing all over her. The big cock that Linda pumped spurted
a thick stream against Torre’s cunt, the hot, thick cum
dripping against Kate’s face. They all started drifting away,
slowly, leaving Kate unsatisfied, but wet with their cum.
Torre held Kate’s hands telling her not to move yet.
Two men approached, with huge cocks. One stood behind Torre,
rubbing his thick cock against her cuntlips. The other stood
below Kate’s ass, jerking himself off. Kate watched this
massive cock sliding against Torre’s cuntlips, getting shiny
from the girl’s flowing juices. Torre moaned, and her hips
shook, making the last drops of cum in her bush drip onto
Kate’s upper lip. Kate could see Torre’s clit peeking out,
hard, pink, glistening. She arched her head and licked it,
and Torre shuddered hard, lowering her cunt to Kate’s lips.
Kate was sucking the cunt when her own cunt spasmed at the
huge, invading cock. It was stretching her wide, wider that
she thought she could stand. The, with a light snap, it went
inside her, and filled her sopping cunt completely. He moved
in long, slow strokes, making Kate writhe under him. Torre
got off of Kate, and Kate tried to suck the other huge cock.
The head was massive, and she barely got it in her mouth. The
man was stroking his cock up to her lips, and Kate ran her
tongue around the head. Torre leaned over to the man, and
said, just loud enough for Kate to hear.
“Fill this cuntlicking slut’s mouth full of your jism.”
Kate felt her pussy contract hard, but only slightly because
of the huge cock inside her. Then the cock in her mouth
throbbed, and she felt the first rush of his jism. The thick,
hot stuff poured into her mouth, and it felt like he was
shooting a gallon. It leaked out of her mouth, and down her
cheeks. Her tongue was covered with it, swimming in a pool of
sperm, and it was all in her mouth. Kate swallowed the warm
cream, and then again. The man pulled back and stroked his
cock, a last spurt splashing on her chin. Kate was licking
that huge cockhead, when she felt the surging throb inside
her cunt. The second man pulled out and pressed his cock to
her clit.
“YES! CUM ON MY CLIT!” Kate shouted. “Shoot your sperm on my
CLIT!”
The man came, just as his brother had, shooting what seemed
to be a gallon of thick, hot sperm, this time all of it
covering Kate’s hard, swollen clit.
The warm flood against her clit, the sensation of it running
down her cuntlips, and the splatting of sperm on her tits
from a third man who was watching brought Kate to the edge.
The man squirted again, making Kate feel like she was being
washed with a cum-squirting hose.
“Yesss! Cummmmmmm!” Kate moaned. Another gush on her clit.
“I’m cummmmmmmmmminnng!” Kate cried, her body spasming
completely.
Kate’s body jerked and shuddered, especially since Torre was
lapping every drop of sperm from her cunt and clit. Kate came
again, her cunt bearing down on Torre’s fingers, her back
arching.
When Torre had finished, she crawled up and kissed Kate,
laying on top of her sperm covered body.
Kate floated, feeling only Torre’s skin against hers, the
slippery wetness on her body, and the warm, glowing sensation
of complete release. She drifted...
The dimming of lights woke her, and Kate looked around. Linda
was at the door, turning off the lights. Linda’s naked form
glistened in the remaining light. Torre stirred too, and
looked up at Linda.
“I was going to let you two sleep there, you looked so
comfortable.” Linda said.
Kate and Torre got off the hard coffee table and stretched.
Kate’s body was sticky from the dried sperm, as was Torre’s.
Torre put her arms around Kate and kissed her again.
Linda showed them to a spare bedroom, and the two girls
crawled in. Once under the covers, Kate now turned to Torre
and she kissed her. In their warm bed, they felt their
sticky, sperm covered bodies, and licked each other’s
nipples.
As Torre ate Kate, she looked up at the sweet face of her
lover, and paused, three fingers deep in Kate’s cunt. Kate
looked down at Torre, and saw the girl’s slick face
glistening wetly.
Torre smiled and whispered. “Soak my face with your cunt.”
Kate gasped, and arched her hips, and Torre sucked her clit.
Kate moaned and bucked her twat against Torre’s slick face,
shaking the bed roughly. Her cunt spasmed over and over, and
Torre noisily sucked her juices up, rubbing her face all over
Kate’s sopping wet cunt.
Afterwards, Kate embraced Torre, kissing her over and over.
Finally, she looked at the brunette in the dim light.
“How did you know?” Kate asked. “How did you know just what
to say?”
“Because,” Torre said softly, kissing Kate’s neck. “Because
I’m just like you, and you’re the hottest cum soaked slut
I’ve ever met.” Kate and Torre kissed again.
“Now,” Torre said, “I want to soak your face with my cunt.”
And she did. For the next six years.
Getting Two For One
By Pussy Barber
It was at an antique car show that I met Lynn and I found
myself liking her right away. Not only because she liked old
cars, but because she was bright, witty, and fun to be with.
This, of course, leaves out the fact that Lynn is a redhead,
which was something that attracted me to her right away.
We’d met admiring a Packard (yes, a PACKARD!), who’s hood was
open to expose the massive straight-eight, gleaming in its
factory fresh paint scheme. We talked about the Packards, and
just naturally moved over to bask alongside a 1941 Lincoln
convertible, one of only about 300 made before the war
stopped all auto production.
I suggested we sit in the shade near a concession stand and
to my surprise, Lynn agreed. She walked over to get a table
while I ordered some munchies for us. “Nachos sound just
right.” Lynn had said, so I stood in line watching her walk
over a table. She wore acid-washed jeans that looked painted
on, and she had a fine shape, one that any man would look at
with admiration. Her hair, carrot colored, sparkled in the
sun, radiant against the pale green of her blouse.
We talked about old cars, old movies, old furniture, and old
houses. I had guessed her to be about 26 but was surprised
when she told me her age.
“Seems strange doesn’t it?” she asked. I asked her what
seemed strange. “I’m only 21 and I’m infatuated with old
movies, cars, houses and stuff.”
Her age took me by surprise. She looked and acted much older.
“Not really.” I said, covering my surprise. “Some of us just
appreciate things that were made to last. We’re romantics I
guess.”
She smiled, her blue eyes looking at me intently. “I guess
so. I do get kind of mushy over some movies.”
This talk went on for a while and then we looked at more
cars. After about an hour or so, I asked her if she was busy
tonight.
“What’d you have in mind?” Lynn asked, leaning close to me.
“Dinner, some place quiet.” I said. “And getting to know you
better.”
“Hmmm.” Lynn started, giving me a wry look. “The old wine-
and-dine her ploy, huh?” She gave me a stern look, then
laughed. “Sure. Italian?”
“Great!” I said, happy that she agreed. “I do happen to know
a nice Italian place across town from here.”
“Sounds good.” She said. “When do you want to go?”
We left about thirty minutes later, since I’d just walked
past an old Studebaker Avanti R2, with the supercharged
engine. Lynn liked it too, until she found out how much it
was worth. I laughed at her reaction, and she told me that
she’d never thought a 1960’s car could be so valuable. As we
walked towards the parking lot, my arm slipped around her
back, and hers seemed to naturally slide around my waist. It
felt fabulous.
Dinner was pleasant, and we both talked for over two hours.
At one point Lynn said she had to make a phone call, and I
kidded her about sneaking off to break another date. She
laughed, then told me she was just calling her sister to let
her know where she was. When she came back I jokingly said
“There’s another one like you at home?” Much to my surprise,
Lynn said “Yes, my little twin sister.” It turned out that
her sister was a redhead too, and they looked a lot alike.
We had driven separate cars to the restaurant, and now I
followed her home. We had found ourselves attracted to each
other, casually friendly, yet there was a nervous electricity
between us, as if we were both afraid to say what we both
wanted. I pulled into the parking lot of her apartment
building and met her by her car. Thinking I might end it all
right here, I pulled her to me and kissed her, just as softly
and romantically as I could. Lynn responded quickly, melting
into my arms and opening her mouth for my tongue. In seconds
both of us felt the heated passions that had burned beneath
that nervous electricity, the lusty desires for each other.
When we parted, we looked into each other’s eyes, knowing
that this would be good. Very good.
We rode up the elevator, to the fifth floor. Walking down the
hall, Lynn stopped short of her apartment and turned to me.
She looked at me with a slight worried look, as if she needed
to tell me something.
“What?” I asked, my hand sliding around her waist.
“I have to warn you about my sister.” She said.
“Does she bite?” I replied.
“No.” Lynn laughed, releasing the tension. “But she’s not
what you’re thinking.”
“How do you know what I’m thinking?” I asked.
“Well, she...” Lynn looked into my eyes. “Never mind. I want
to see your reaction.”
Lynn opened the door, inviting me in. Inside I could hear the
music of a popular TV show playing, and the sound of ice in a
glass. As we entered the apartment, another redhead came
around the corner, wearing a pair of scruffy cutoffs and an
overly large T-shirt with a “New Kids” logo on the front.
Lynn introduced me to Leslie, her little sister. I caught
myself, and smiled, gracefully saying hello while trying to
figure this out. For Leslie wasn’t more than a month past her
sixteenth birthday. Yet, for all her youth, she was just as
sexy, alluring, and just as beautiful as her older sister.
The resemblance was pronounced, right down to a similar
freckle pattern on their cheeks.
“Well, you didn’t seem too surprised.” Lynn said.
“Did you see his eyes though?” Leslie giggled, a sound like
music.
“I expected all sorts of flustering.” Lynn smirked. “Care for
a drink? I’ve got beer in the fridge.”
“Beer’s fine.” I said. Leslie waved her hand and invited me
to sit in the living room. The apartment was small, but neat
and well done. Lynn came out and handed me the beer, then
slipped into my lap, curling up and snuggling into me. Again,
it felt great.
Lynn told Leslie about the car show, saying it was a shame
Leslie had to work most of the day. Over the next hour or so,
I found out that their parents had died two years ago, and
that left Lynn to raise her sister. From appearances, she was
doing a very good job of it. Leslie seemed to be much older,
much more sophisticated than her years.
Leslie excused herself politely, leaving us alone for a few
minutes. Lynn kissed me, a long passionate kiss that got my
blood pounding, before she whispered into my ear.
“Would you like to stay the night?” Lynn breathed in my ear
warmly.
“Yes.” I said.
“Kiss me.” Lynn said, and I did. As intensely and
passionately as I could. Our tongues danced and my hands
roamed, exploring her softly, doing things that would arouse
her. We stopped when we heard the door open in the hallway.
Leslie came back, flopping down on the sofa. It was Lynn’s
turn, and her departure left me feeling chilled without her
warm body in my lap. I watched her walk down the hall and
disappear. When I turned back towards Leslie, I could see
that her eyes were firmly gazing at the bulge in my crotch.
She glanced up and away quickly.
I asked Leslie if she was a New Kids fan, and she said she
liked them but she also liked lots of other types of music.
She asked me about groups like The Rolling Stones, The Beach
Boys, and Chicago. We talked about Chicago’s brassy horns
with Leslie getting very animated about them. Lynn came back
and joined us, adding to the conversation.
Finally, about ten o’clock, she told Leslie to get ready for
bed. Over some mild protests Leslie left. As soon as she was
in the bedroom, Lynn pulled me to her and kissed me. This
kiss was one of passion too long restrained. Her tongue shot
into my mouth and her hand caressed my chest urgently. Lynn
was sitting on the arm of the chair, kissing me and rubbing
my cock with desire, my right hand cupping one of her full
breasts and squeezing it. We did this until my cock was ready
to burst the seams of my jeans. Both of us were breathing
heavily.
Leslie came out, almost catching us, to say goodnight. She
wore a long, gray T-shirt with “Jamaica” on the front. The
shirt hung down to mid thigh, showing off her fair, shapely
legs. Her breasts were still small, but large enough to push
the shirt away from her body. Lynn kissed her sister
goodnight, a brief kiss. Leslie looked a little awkward for a
moment, standing near me. “G’night.” she said softly.
“G’night.” I said, giving her a wink. Leslie bent over and
kissed me quickly, on the lips, and then strode off. As she
went, she had glanced at her sister, and I’d seen her
starting to blush. I was a bit surprised, a fact not lost on
Lynn.
“She likes you.” Lynn said. “She doesn’t kiss just anybody.”
She added.
“I like her too.” I said. “And her big sister.”
“Just Like!?” Lynn protested. “Is that all I get?”
I laughed and pulled her into my lap, kissing her
passionately. Our hands became wanderers over each other’s
bodies. My desire for her was increasing each second. Lynn
had plenty of lusty passion, and she liked to enjoy what I
gave her.
“Let’s use the bedroom.” I said softly. Lynn laughed.
“It’s a one bedroom place.” She said. “Unless you want Leslie
to join us in bed.”
The way she said it, the idea sounded as if she wouldn’t mind
it. I kissed her again, this time sliding my hand under her
shirt to touch the soft, warm flesh of her breast.
“I love my tits sucked.” Lynn said. “Suck them for me.”
I wasted no time at all. Her tits were lovely pale half
spheres, the size of cantaloupes. Nice and firm, with lovely
pink nipples. I sucked each of her nipples, licking around
them with my tongue. Lynn moaned softly, pulling my head
against her breasts. It wasn’t long before I had her blouse
and bra on the floor, and was kissing my way down her stomach
as she sprawled in my lap. I started to unbutton her pants,
pulling the zipper down, getting excited anticipating the
sight of her orangish bush.
Lynn slid off my lap, pulling off my shoes and then undoing
my pants. She knelt topless, her tits rubbing the coarse
denim of my jeans as she opened my pants and reached for my
cock. Since I wear boxers she reached in easily, her hand
finding my thick, hot shaft. Lynn let out a long, slow,
breathy sigh when her hand couldn’t wrap all the way around
it. Once she pulled it out, she seemed utterly ecstatic.
“Ohhhh, God! You’re so big and harrrrd!” she moaned softly.
I was hard, very hard. Seven inches of desire throbbed in her
delicate hand. Lynn opened her mouth and went down, sucking
me into her mouth, opening wide to get me in. Lynn’s mouth
was wet, warm, and soft, like velvet. She bobbed her head a
few times, then licked the underside of my cock with her
whole tongue. Her eyes were closed and she kept pressing me
against her mouth, moaning softly the whole time.
She slipped off my jeans and shorts, then started unbuttoning
my shirt. She stood, allowing me to wiggle her jeans down
over her hips. Her panties, small and light blue, slid down
too, revealing her neatly trimmed but still full, orange
bush. Her pussy was beautiful and I told her so. Then I slid
down onto my knees, kissing her navel while I helped her out
of her clothes. She lifted each leg, bracing on my shoulder,
and while she did, I held her calf and licked up the inside
of her thighs towards her succulent pussy, stopping at the
edge of her bush.
Now both of us naked, I pushed her onto her back and spread
her legs wide, bending down towards her beautiful muff.
Lynn’s pink lips parted, her steamy fragrance filled my
nostrils, and my head with lusty thoughts. As my tongue found
her slit, she hissed and arched up, offering her cunt to me.
I teased her. Licking around her pussy, parting her lips with
my tongue, stopping just shy of her clit. Licking the insides
of her firm thighs, down to her knees and back. My hands
squeezed the flair of her hips, kneading her soft, warm flesh
and making her rock her pelvis up again.
“Oh! Where did you learn how to tease?” She said lustily.
“Eat me, baby. Make me cum, please?”
Lynn gasped when I lifted her legs high, spreading her wide
open, then dove into her cunt tongue-first. My tongue
slithered in her sopping slit, then found her clit, buzzing
around it quickly, teasing, flicking, sucking. Her hips
rocked in a jerking motion, and I sensed her being close. I
pushed two fingers into her slit, making her arch up and
gasp. Her hips rocked in hard, thrusting motions, and I
looked up over her heaving belly, watching her clench her
tits tightly.
“Oh! Oh! Ohh! OHHH! OHHHHHHHHH!!! OHHHHnnnnmmmmmmmm!” she
cried out, clamping her legs around my ears, shoving her
dripping cunt into my face. I held her as she kept rocking
her hips, her cunt muscles making her soft, wet slit pulse
against my chin. Lynn moaned softly as she began to float in
that warm, cloudy haze, jerking whenever my lips moved around
her now very sensitive clit.
“Oh, thank you!” She sighed. “So goood! Ohhh!”
I caressed her gently, letting her float along, watching her
caress her nipples and breasts. When I sat up, my chin felt
cool from her creamy wetness and I wiped it off, winking at
her as I licked it off my fingers. Lynn’s juice is sweet, and
so wonderfully tasty.
My cock was still rock hard, something not lost on her. It
was her turn now, and she made me lay on the floor, while she
slipped between my legs. Lynn looked up at me while she
sucked the head into her mouth, her lips forming a sexy point
as they stretched around my shaft. I watched my cock glisten
as she came up, and felt her tongue flick back and forth
underneath the head. She smiled and rolled her tongue back,
drawing a line up the sensitive underside and coaxing my
sperm up my cock.
Lynn knew how to use her tongue around the area where I’d
been circumcised at birth, knew that it would be sensitive.
Up and down, around and around, licking, sucking, taking more
than half of me into her mouth, her saliva drooling down and
wetting my balls. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations
she gave me.
Lynn moaned softly around my cock, her hot breath brought me
close. She started licking faster, moving up and down
quickly, fucking her mouth with my cock. She was really into
it, getting up on her knees, ass in the air, mouth filled and
sucking for my cum. I was getting real close just thinking of
how hot she was getting from sucking me off. I was on the
edge, my hips rocking in time with her, her slick mouth
begging for my jism. So, so close. I could hear her moaning
in short, sharp moans, as if she were about to cum with me.
That did it, and I felt a long string being pulled up my
cock.
“I’mgonnacum!” I panted. “GonnaCummmmm!”
Lynn moaned, getting cut off as my sperm rushed up my cock
and gushed into her mouth. She moaned between the spurts,
forcing her head down until she gagged slightly, feeling my
sperm splash against the back of her throat. I could feel
each thick surge build up, then stream into her mouth, and
the warm, wet sensation of her mouth filling with jism. Lynn
seemed determined to cram my cock down her throat. I felt
like I’d shot a gallon of thick white cum into her mouth.
Lynn was even hotter now, sucking my cock to get every drop.
I lay on my back, legs wide, letting her make me twitch as
she tightened her lips and sucked me one last time. She
moaned loud, her mouth still filled with cum, then arched up,
sitting upright, tossing her head back. I looked and saw her
clutch her tits, her mouth open. She moaned slightly, causing
a thick trickle of sperm to leak down both sides of her
mouth. She paused and gulped down my wad of cum, then gasped.
I looked down at her cunt, and I know my cock jerked back to
hardness in record time.
Lynn’s creamy white legs were spread wide, against my ankles,
and between her legs I could see her younger sister’s hair,
her nose firmly buried in Lynn’s bush! Leslie was sucking her
sister’s cunt, her hands reaching around and spreading her
sister’s cunt lips wide open. Wet, squishing noises came from
Leslie’s mouth and Lynn’s cunt, and Lynn’s hips moved lewdly
as she came and came and came.
Finally, Lynn lifted up, her bush sopping wet with her cum
and Leslie’s saliva. Lynn sprawled out on top of me, sweating
and panting as she laid her head on my chest. I was a
surprised of course, and very hard. Leslie sat up, still
wearing her long T-shirt, and caressed her sister’s ass and
back.
Without much warning, and without a word, Leslie moved her
sister’s ass over me, then grabbed my cock and rubbed it up
and down Lynn’s slit. Lynn responded by arching her back,
rotating her hips so I could enter her. Lynn moved down
slowly, and I could feel Leslie’s tongue licking the
underside of my cock, even trying to shove her tongue up
Lynn’s cunt with my cock! Feeling hot, lusty, and incredibly
wanton, I shoved my cock deep into Lynn, making her gasp.
“Oh, yeah!” Lynn said in a harsh voice. “Fuck me! Fuck my hot
cunt.”
I rammed her again, and this time Lynn slammed her ass down.
“Yes! Shove it up my cunt! Cram me full of cock. Hump me!
Fuck me!”
We began moving in a hard, fast rhythm, and I could feel
Leslie’s hands all over both of us. I opened my eyes to see
these sisters kissing each other, and Leslie licking my cum
from Lynn’s face. I reached over, sliding my hand between
Leslie’s legs and sliding two fingers into her small, tight,
sopping snatch.
“Unnggh, yes!” Leslie hissed. “Fuck her. Cum in her cunt.
Make her cunt drip with cum!”
“Fill me with your jism!” Lynn hissed. “I love your hot
jizzzum!”
Leslie stripped off her long T-shirt, revealing her
completely naked body to me, rocking her tight cunt on my
probing fingers, cupping her small, firm tits, and breathing
heavily.
I came again, a second time in ten minutes. These girls were
incredibly hot. My cum rocketed into Lynn’s twat, and I could
feel her soft, slippery lips milking me, see her tongue over
her upper teeth, her nipples standing like pencil erasers.
Leslie grabbed my cock and pulled me out of her sister’s
snatch, and I could hear her moaning as she sucked my hot cum
out of Lynn’s dripping twat. She licked my cock too, then
shoved her smallish titties into her sister’s slit, rubbing
our juices all over her chest.
We all kissed each other, and I fingered Leslie into a nice
orgasm, watching her lithe body undulate like a snake as she
came. Lynn took us into the bedroom where we all climbed into
bed together.
Leslie mounted my cock as soon as it was hard, and I knew
that I was the biggest she’d ever had, even before she told
me. We went slowly, so she could get used to it. Once she’d
managed to rock up and down a few times, Leslie began a lusty
fucking, her tight cunt even tighter than my own fist. Lynn
straddled my face, and I licked and sucked her off, then
watched as she crawled around and parted Leslie’s ass cheeks,
licking her little sister’s asshole and cock-filled slit.
Leslie leaned down and kissed me, tasting her sister’s fresh
cunt- juices, and writhing against me wildly. Lynn licked my
balls, then to make it even hotter for me, she crawled up and
knelt behind her sister. Lynn’s hips pressed against Leslie’s
ass, slowing her down, and she reached around, cupping her
sister’s little tits, licking Leslie’s neck.
“Cum in her cunt.” Lynn said. “Cum in my sister’s tight, wet
little cunt. Fill her slit full of your juicy cum.”
Leslie and I both moaned. “FUCK my SLUT sister!” Lynn hissed.
“Fuck this hot, bi whore. Drench her in sperm. Rub my cum all
over her too!”
Leslie and I came, almost precisely at the same time. She
shoved her cunt down as I thrust up. She yelped, then spasmed
with my spurting cock. She gasped and cooed, shuddering as I
splattered the insides of her young twat with my gushing
sperm.
“YES! Oh baby!” Lynn cooed. “Cum on him! Feel his jism
spurting in your snatch! You beautiful naked little bitch.
Spread your legs for his cum! Cream his cum-filled cock!”
Lynn sprawled out next to us while we both floated along,
holding each other tightly. Lynn’s hands roamed over us both,
caressing, soft, gentle. I looked at her and she smiled
broadly.
“Yeah, now I know she likes you!” Lynn smiled. “So do I!”
Juicy Heather
Pussy Barber
There I sat on the sofa with Karen on top of me. She was
leaning back against my chest, legs spread wide, her cunt
filled full of my cum. Sweat covered us both, and it trickled
down between her tits as we caught our breath. Karen pulled
on the chrome chain, and Heather pulled my cock out of Karen
then began lapping up the cream flowing from Karen’s crotch.
I had been surprised when Karen told me that her cousin
Heather was coming for a visit, and even more surprised to
find a very pretty blonde when I arrived to take them to
dinner. Heather is Karen’s opposite. Small, blonde, brown
eyes, a slender but shapely build, and very quiet. Karen is a
tall brunette with stark grey eyes, long hair, and an ample
38D-23-36 figure. Karen is outspoken and sometimes can be a
bitch, whereas Heather is demure, quiet, and shy.
Dinner was casual and the three of us wore jeans. We ate at a
quiet Italian place then stopped to do some window shopping
on the way home. By the time we had returned to Karen’s
place, we were all in a very good mood. Karen cracked a
bottle of wine and we sat around joking for another hour.
A little wine goes a long way in relaxing Karen—and releasing
her inhibitions. At one point, she and Heather were seated on
the sofa and Karen looked at her for a moment, then at me.
“I’ll bet Heather loves to give head.”, Karen said matter of
factly. Heather blushed, and I chided Karen about
embarrassing her cousin.
“Naw.”, Karen said, shaking her head. After a sip of wine she
added, “If I wanted to embarrass her, I’d have said ‘I bet
she likes sucking pussy.’”
“Karen!”, Heather said, her eyes wide.
“I think you’ve had enough wine young lady.”, I scolded
Karen. She looked at me with glaring eyes, but understood
that I was going to be firm about it. After two glasses,
Karen begins to doze off, and all I can do then is put her to
bed.
“Tell him.”, Karen said, looking at Heather. Heather looked
at Karen, as if begging off.
“Tell me what?”, I asked.
After a long pause, Karen answered, apparently for Heather.
“She’s dying to suck you off.”
I looked at Heather, and for a brief moment our eyes met and
I saw a strange look just before she looked down. Her nipples
pressed against the fabric of her pale ivory blouse, even
through the bra. I looked at Karen.
“So are you.”, I said evenly to Karen. “You’d love to show
her how good you are.” Karen looked at me with her mouth open
to speak, but said nothing. She smiled and licked her upper
lip with her tongue.
I looked at Heather. “Don’t be embarrassed Heather.” I said
softly, “Karen gets tipsy and just blurts things out
sometimes.” Heather nodded and sighed a little.
“It’s just that, well, I’m embarrassed because she’s right.”,
she said. “Oh! I’m sorry, I think the wine’s getting to me
too!”
Karen took the next step and whispered to Heather. Heather’s
eyes opened wide, and then she laughed quietly, nodding her
head. Karen told me to stay put, and that they’d be back in a
moment. The two disappeared into the bedroom, laughing like
high-school girls.
When they came back out, I know my eyes went wide, but I
tried to remain calm. Karen was wearing a pair of black high-
heels, her smallest black panties, a push up bra which had
lots to push up, a garter belt and black stockings, and elbow
length gloves. Heather was still dressed, but her hands were
tied in front of her with a scarf, and a leather collar was
around her neck with a chrome chain held by Karen.
“You want her to suck you off?”, Karen asked, swaying her
hips erotically. I nodded and said yes. Karen raised
Heather’s hands high, making her hang by her wrists from a
conveniently empty plant-hook on the wall. Without
unfastening Heather’s jeans, Karen pulled down on the back of
Heather’s pants, revealing the blonde’s creamy white skin.
>From side to side she worked, until the pants just covered
Heather’s crotch. Most of her cute butt was visible, firm,
round, and creamy white, and she hung there waiting for the
next move.
Karen ran her gloved hand over Heather’s behind, massaging
and squeezing her soft cheeks. Her hand disappeared briefly
to caress between Heather’s legs, which made the young blonde
arch her hips towards me.
“You want to fuck her don’t you?”, Karen asked me. Of course
I did, but before I could answer, she continued. “You’d love
to have me spread her cunt wide open for you to fuck. You
want me to watch her cum while you fuck her hot little pussy,
then fill her full of your hot sperm.”
Karen was getting very lewd about how she touched Heather and
herself with her gloved hands. Karen’s hips swayed from side
to side in an erotic motion. She was high on the wine, and
drunk with her power over Heather.
Abruptly, Karen yanked Heather’s pants down, revealing the
thighs I knew were there, the space between Heather’s cunt
and her thighs, and the thick mat of light brown hair.
Karen’s hand slid between the blonde’s legs and back upwards
over her ass.
“Ohhh, you’d love her wet cunt around your prick, wouldn’t
you?”, Karen said in a husky voice.
“Umm-hmmm!”, I moaned, not taking my eyes off these two.
Karen ripped open Heather’s blouse, tearing it and shredding
it from her back. I wondered if Heather would be mad about
that, but by her reaction, she was even more excited than I
was. Karen picked up a pair of scissors and snipped the small
bra strap behind Heather’s back, then snipped the shoulder
straps too, letting it fall to the floor. She made quick work
of the remnants of Heather’s clothes, leaving only parts of
her sleeves and the collar of her blouse around her neck.
Strangely enough, only the top button survived the assault
intact and buttoned.
Karen ran her hands over Heather’s tits, but I could not see,
since her back was to me. Karen looked at me over Heather’s
head and shoulders, pleased with my lustful stare. She
stepped back and lowered her right cup, revealing her hard,
chunky nipple and full tit. A gloved hand pulled on the back
of Heather’s head and she pressed her cousin’s face to her
chest.
Heather sucked the nipple, leaning to the side slightly.
After a moment, Karen stepped back and Heather’s sucking lips
pulled her teat out of shape, then released it with a sucking
noise. Karen’s tits bounced as the breast returned to shape.
She lifted Heather’s hands from the hook and turned her
around.
Heather’s body was exquisite. Slim, lithe, and athletic, with
just a hint of the oncoming summer tan. Her small breasts had
conical nipples that begged to be sucked, and her pussy was
covered with a mat of darker blonde hair which trailed away
from her pussy, pointing at the floor.
Karen tugged on the chain and brought Heather over to stand
in front of me. Contrasts abounded. Slim, fair, and almost
virginal was Heather, compared to Karen’s taller, more
curvaceous, womanly figure. Karen roughly pushed Heather down
and commanded her to kneel. Next, she pushed Heather’s face
into my lap.
“Kiss and lick him.”, Karen ordered. “Right though his
pants.”
Heather’s eyes met mine, and there was a mixture of lust,
fear, and sensual delight in her look. She pressed her lips
to the bulge in my jeans and began raking her teeth over the
fabric. The vibrations were great, and I groaned as she
attended to me. Her hot breath invaded my crotch, and I
closed my eyes in ecstasy. After a few moments, Karen jerked
Heather’s chain, pulling her out of my lap. She untied
Heather’s hands.
“Take his clothes off.”, Karen said harshly.
Heather nervously unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them.
Karen told her to take each piece of my clothing off
separately. Heather started with my shoes, then socks. I
glanced up at Karen, standing over Heather in her black
outfit, one tit hanging over her bra. Karen’s pussy was
soaking her panties, and I reached behind her, squeezing the
fabric together and pulling up on it, pressing it against her
crotch and making a line up her ass crack. Karen moaned
softly.
Heather slipped my pants off and took my shirt off next, at
Karen’s order. Last to go were my shorts. They barely
restrained the severe erection, and it popped free in front
of Heather. Heather removed my shorts and looked at Karen.
“Suck his cock.”, Karen said. “Let him cum in your mouth.”
Heather did know how to give head, and I was enjoying it a
lot too. She took half of my length in her mouth, twisting
her head back and forth and sliding her hot, wet tongue over
my prick. I was engrossed in Heather’s oral talents and only
opened my eyes when Karen tied my right wrist to the arm of
the chair. I just stared at my wrist, then up at Karen,
hovering over me, smiling with that one tit hanging free. She
leaned across and pushed her tits into my face while she tied
the other hand. When she moved behind me, I saw that the
knots of the soft ropes were almost within reach. I
experimented and found that I could not reach them. Karen
looped several lengths of soft rope around my chest, tying it
behind the chair.
Heather continued to suck while Karen tied me up, and the
restrained feeling was bringing me closer to the edge. Karen
tied Heather’s hands behind her back, telling her to keep
sucking me while she did so. Karen surveyed her work and
smiled.
“Just what I wanted.”, she said. “A stud and a slut to play
with.”
Karen was in one of her moods, and I knew this would be an
interesting evening of hot sex. Heather was slowing down on
my cock, but Karen ordered her to move faster. The blonde
head moved up and down in my lap, sucking me and drooling
onto my balls. Karen pulled Heather’s hips back, forcing her
into a doggy position. Heather gagged as her upper body
weight forced her head down onto my cock.
“Lick his balls.”, Karen ordered her. Heather complied and I
floated along on the wonderful tonguing she gave me.
Karen looked at me and then straddled Heather’s ass. “Do you
want to cum in her little cunt?”, she asked me.
“Yes.”, I replied in a low breath.
“Or would you rather cum in her mouth?”, Karen asked.
Shit and damn! Decisions, decisions! I wanted to fuck
Heather, but her mouth was so good, and her hard work should
be rewarded.
“Answer me!”, Karen said.
“In her mouth.”, I replied.
Karen laughed, and moved forward, closer to me. She straddled
Heather’s lower back, letting Heather’s fingers explore her
cunt. She rocked her hips against Heather’s hands. She
ordered Heather to suck me again, and this time Heather was
trying her best to get all of me into her mouth. Karen ran a
gloved hand down my leg, then slid it under Heather, pulling
the blonde girl’s nipple pretty hard.
“Go ahead, cum in her mouth.”, Karen hissed.
Heather was sucking me closer and I groaned and tried to arch
up, finding that I could not because of the ropes. My hips
began to move, what little they could, and Karen urged me to
cum once more. It took another minute before I felt I was
close.
“Enough!”, Karen said. “Sit down bitch and watch this!”, she
ordered Heather. Heather sat back, looking at me with glazed-
over eyes. Her lips were wet from sucking me, and both her
nipples were hard nubs. A pink flush spread over her fair
skin, on her face and tits. She was highly aroused by being
ordered around and tied up.
Karen turned her back to me and sat down in my lap, spreading
her legs wide. I felt my stiff rod slide easily into her
drenched cunt. Karen pressed her sopped panties into my left
hand, then removed her bra, dropping it on the floor next to
the chair.
Slowly Karen rose up off my cock, then plunged down again.
Up...down. Up....down. Slowly going up, then dropping down
quickly, arching her hips back so I went deep into her slick
wet cunt. After several of these, Karen rose up off my cock.
“Suck him off.”, she ordered Heather. “Make him cum in your
mouth.”
Heather leaned forward, taking my cream covered cock between
her lips gingerly. She sucked only the head for a moment,
then plunged down, about halfway, then rose slowly. She
bobbed up and down for a few moments, and then I felt my cum
beginning to rise deep inside. She knew it was coming too,
and worked her mouth faster and faster. I groaned and flexed
my cock in her mouth. Heather went down, the came up, holding
the head in her mouth. She waited just right, then moved
close to press her hot right nipple against my balls.
“Ohhh yessss!”, I moaned, feeling my cum flowing up the
length of my cock. “I’m gonna CUM!”
The first thick spurt entered her mouth, followed quickly by
the second. It felt like a flood was shooting into her mouth,
and I could hear her moan softly with each gush of thick
sperm. As the third spurt began, Karen grabbed Heather’s hair
and pulled her face off my cock, holding her just above the
head. Cum dribbled from her lips and more splashed force-
fully against her mouth and cheek. The vision of young
Heather, her face glistening with my cum was very erotic, and
I shot another gout of thick warm sperm, this one spurting
against her chest and neck. Karen pushed her against me, and
the last few squirts coated her right tit with my jizz.
“Swallow his cum.”, Karen ordered Heather. The small blonde
gulped twice, her hips rocking back and forth erotically.
“Now slut, lick my cunt and make me cum all over your face
too.”
Heather leaned forward and stuck out her cum-covered tongue.
Karen moved and sat on my semi-hard cock, pinning it to my
stomach. I could feel Heather’s spermy tits against my balls
as she tongued Karen’s snatch. Karen’s ass rocked back and
forth as she got her slit licked, and I got hard again
quickly. Karen shuddered, her buns squeezing my cock as she
came. I flexed my cock, so the underside ridge would press
against her anus. Karen moaned and jerked.
“Now, sit there and watch.”, Karen hissed.
She moved and pulled my cock up to her opening, then lowered
her wet, steaming cunt onto me. Her slippery tunnel caressed
me on all sides at once and I groaned in ecstasy. She began
fucking me hard and fast, changing the rhythm each time she
paused in her own climax. Her juices were oozing down my
balls, and I felt a familiar urge.
“I’m gonna fill your cunt full of cum!”, I said lustily.
“Oh yes! Fill me with it!”, Karen panted.
“You want to suck cum from this slut’s cunt Heather?”, I
asked.
“Let me suck her!”, Heather pleaded. “Please? Let me suck her
off.”
I couldn’t hold it any longer. I began cumming in Karen’s
twat, pumping my cum into her slippery tunnel like a hose.
Karen slammed down on me, jerking each time I spurt into her.
When I finished, Karen leaned forward and untied Heather,
keeping my oozing cock deep in her cunt.
So, there I sat on the sofa with Karen on top of me. She was
leaning back against my chest, legs spread wide, her cunt
filled full of my cum. Sweat covered us both, and it trickled
down between her tits as we caught our breath. Karen pulled
on the chrome chain, and Heather pulled my cock out of Karen
then began lapping up the cream flowing from Karen’s crotch.
Karen, still sensitive, shuddered and jerked on top of me. My
cock still stood, pressing against Heather’s neck. Heather
gripped my cock and pumped me slowly, squeezing the last
drops out of me onto her bare skin. Her hand moved over my
slippery cock while she sucked Karen off about three times
before licking the tip of my cock.
Karen stood and took Heather with her to the middle of the
room. She had Heather lay on the floor, then Karen proceeded
to lick every drop of my sperm from her blonde cousin. I
watched with mounting desire as she licked my cum from
Heather’s neck, then her right nipple. At last, the two of
them were kissing, Heather’s lean legs locked around Karen’s
waist. When Karen looked over at me, she smiled, then sat up
and let her large tits hang against Heather’s face. The small
blonde licked and sucked them, licking Karen’s breasts all
over and even underneath.
Karen worked her way down Heather’s lithe body, kissing and
licking until she plunged her face between Heather’s slim
thighs. Over and over Heather cried out in small noises, and
then she came with a body arching shudder. Karen sucked her
off again, and Heather shook even more.
Leaving her to recover, Karen came over and began sucking my
cock, licking my balls and playing with my nipples. She
teased me with her tits, rubbing my prick all over her
nipples, face and neck. She teased and aroused me for about
five minutes, then stopped.
Karen got Heather to bend over in front of me, between my
legs. She ran her gloved hands over Heather’s lovely ass, and
parted her cunt lips for me to see her pink glory.
“You want to shove your prick in her hot little snatch don’t
you?”, Karen said. She ignored my very positive reply, and
stuck three gloved fingers into Heather’s pussy, making her
gasp. “Her slippery little cunt is so tight, so wet waiting
for you to pump her full of cum.”
Karen began finger-fucking Heather and I watched her body
respond to the gloved fingers spreading her hole. “Let him
hear how you want him to fuck you.”
Heather moaned. “Fuck me. Grab my ass and fuck it. Fuck me
hard, deep. Ramit! Ram that cock up my cunt and fuck me!”
It surprised me to hear such hot talk from Heather, and it
aroused me greatly. Karen rubbed my cock against Heather’s
slit, wetting the head with her glistening juices. She kept
this up until I was rocking my hips to get closer to
Heather’s pussy. Then Karen picked up a small knife and cut
the ropes that held me to the chair.
“Fuck that little slut.”, she hissed. “Pump her full of
jism!”
Heather and I moved to the floor, and she pulled me down with
her. I rolled her over and made her put her legs together. I
spread my legs and knelt behind her, shoving my cock quickly
into her sopping snatch. Her legs, ass and cunt swallowed my
cock. The soft flesh of her ass pressed against my loins. She
pressed back against me, driving me deeper into her tight
little twat.
I sat back and thrust my hips forward, then grabbed her hips
and began to pound her squishy wet cunt for all I was worth.
Heather smiled and then began moaning as we fucked on the
floor. Her cream covered our crotches with a slippery lotion,
adding to our carnal passions. Karen sat in the chair,
fingering her pussy noisily. Heather lay there, jerking each
time I rammed deep into her, moaning and squeezing her tight
channel around my invading ramrod. My vision blurred, and all
I could think about was the slippery wetness of her tight
cunt, the feel of her soft ass against me, and her sweet
fragrance. It seemed we fucked like that for hours, and then
Heather began crying out, trying to raise her hips from the
floor. Her approaching climax, her cries, her spasming twat
sucking the cum from my balls, all of it began pulling me
along with her.
“NOW! CUM! FUCK! JIZZ IN ME!”, Heather cried.
She was jerking, shuddering wildly now, and I rammed deep
into her, finding the end of her cunt. She yelped, then
raised up, just as I slammed down again. I hit her cervix
hard, and she suddenly spread her legs wide under me, forcing
me to fall forward and brace myself. Her hips arched up and
vibrated against me, all the while sweet little Heather was
crying out in lustful pleasure.
I closed my legs inside hers and thrust again, pulling her
against me hard. I began coming in her slick pussy, splashing
the inside of her twat with my gushing sperm. My hands slid
up her body, pulling her off the floor and cupping her small
breasts. She turned her head and we kissed briefly, our loins
moving wetly against each other.
I held her for a few long moments, then lowered her down. Her
tight cunt refused to let go, and I laid down on top of her,
nibbling her neck. We were both breathing raggedly still,
sweating, and exhausted. I looked up at Karen, and saw that
she had cum too. Karen was holding her tits in her hands,
eyes closed, a satisfied smile on her face.
When we recovered, the three of us crowded into Karen’s bed,
with Heather in the middle. Heather thanked us, and we
thanked her too. Later, I awoke to find Heather licking
Karen’s ass from behind. Karen asked me, softly, to cum in
her mouth. I moved and let her suck me off, relishing the
feeling of her lips pulling the last drops of cum from me.
She and Heather kissed, with Karen giving her half of my
sperm. Heather loved it, and while Heather sucked a tit, I
sucked Heather off. Her cunt was a sweet and creamy as I had
hoped, and she came twice before I crawled back up on a
pillow for sleep.
It’s really a shame Heather had to go back home...
>From Behind
By Pussy Barber
I pushed slowly, letting her open up for me. Even with my
cock wet and slippery with her pussy juice, her tight anal
ring opened reluctantly. Linda’s fingers rubbed in circles
over her clit, and every few moments her fingers slid over my
balls, pulling them against her sopping slit. Deep, guttural
moans escaped from her as the head of my rigid cock spread
her hole wider and wider. She pushed back, forcing her ass
against my hard shaft, until a there was a sudden movement
when the head slid past her tight ring.
Now, with the shaft of my cock holding her open, she pushed
herself back, forcing more of my thick cock up her butt. My
cock throbbed inside her making her gasp. Her whole body
tensed, paused for a moment, then she pushed back in one long
movement, taking me deep into her ass. She let out a long,
gasping sigh, and so did I. My balls hung down, both pressed
against her pussy, getting coated with her flowing cream. We
both paused, feeling the deep, lusty feelings. Linda was
cupping one of her tits, the nipple standing up hard and
proud, like a pencil’s eraser. My cock strained to grow
another inch, hard, swollen, throbbing and eager to feel her
butt milking me.
I looked down at her sexy form, her smooth, tan back, the
freckles on her shoulders inviting my tongue to lick her
there. The curve of her waist, the taper of her sexy hips and
ass. Best was the image of her butt, tightly pressed against
my loins, feeling her asshole pulse and squeeze me deep
inside her. I ran my hands up the backs of her thighs, raking
my nails along her skin. My hand continued upwards until they
gripped the soft, white flesh of her buns, squeezing them
hard. Linda hissed her approval, making her ass sway and move
my cock inside her.
My one hand slid under her, reaching down to cup her sex. The
other was palm down at the base if her spine, at the top of
her ass. My fingers found her sopping cunt, spread her lips
and rubbed. I could feel her quiver beneath me and her hips
start rocking. After a moment, I withdrew my hand, sliding
fingers over her clit making her moan softly. My wet hand,
covered in her cum, slid up her belly wetly, while my other
hand followed it, sliding up her back. Her cum left a slick
wet trail from her cunt to her tits, each of which received a
coating of her delicious cum.
The way Linda’s body moved under me, the way her hips
rotated, and her lusty hissing sighs made me incredibly
horny. All of this and we hadn’t even pumped one stroke! My
cock was aching to move, to plow into her hot little ass, to
pump thick sperm deep into her butt.
My hand returned to her slick pussy, working around between
her glistening lips, making her ass tighten and release.
Again I withdrew my hand, this time starting at her nipples.
I let my slick fingers smear her cunt juice over her nipples
and her chest, then from underneath I slid my hand around her
neck, wetting her with her own cum.
“You’re SO wet!” I gushed softly, “FEEL how wet you are. Feel
how hot, wet, and sexy you’ve gotten BOTH of us!”
Linda’s head moved down, her tongue finding my fingers,
tasting her cream, licking my fingers. My cock throbbed on
its own, and then I flexed it hard, making it swell inside
her ass. She moaned with my fingers in her soft lips, her
tongue darting all around them. She sucked my fingers into
her wide, sexy mouth, completely into the pleasures she felt.
I slowly withdrew my cock until just the head remained inside
her. A long, slow thrust forward brought a deep moan and made
her arch her ass up to ease my re-entry. She released my
fingers from her lips to gasp.
“Ohhh, yes! Fuck my ass!” Linda hissed. “Grab my ass and FUCK
it!
Linda moved away, only to thrust backwards and impale her
tight, round little ass on my cock. I grabbed her hips,
squeezing her soft, warm flesh as I pulled her against me
tightly. I pushed her hips forward, then pulled back again.
Each thrust began to come faster and faster. Our fires burned
with a hissing, crackling sound in our ears. Over and over,
in and out, faster and faster.
I found the pace she liked. Completing an in and out movement
every second. Fast enough to make her moan, slow enough to
let her feel each and every millimeter of cock spreading her
opening.
Linda began to jerk, her body twitching, as we continued. Her
hands were up by her head, fingers pulling the sheets into
bunches, her face to the side, jaw slack, and long moans
coming from her. Sweat began to cover her lovely back,
coating her with a fine sheen. Her soft, fleshy globes were
slick with her cum and our sweat, making her slippery as she
banged into my crotch and legs.
“Make me Cum!!” Linda panted. “Please? Make me CUM! Fuck me!”
I WAS fucking her, but she wanted more, her carnal passions
aroused, she wanted to be pumped hard and fast. I kept my
pace, not moving any faster. This wasn’t good enough for
Linda though, and she began bucking like a wild bronco,
trying to pump me harder, faster.
“Ohhhh, Jeeezus!” Linda half hissed, half moaned. “GIVE it to
me! Give me your Cum!”
I knew now that she was feeling the heat of our coupling. A
good thing too, for I was also feeling it, and was barely
holding back to prolong her pleasures. My hand pushed in the
middle of her back, and Linda slipped down, laying on the
bed, her ass still arched up. I moved forward, sliding my
knees closer to her, spreading her legs wider.
“Oh, yes.” she breathed heavily, “Spread me wide and fuck me.
Pump your cum in my ass. C’mon baby, cum in me, make me cum
all over you!”
I grabbed her ass and began fucking furiously. Pumping my
cock into her asshole with repeated quick thrusts. Up and
down, in and out we went, my hips moving faster. In and out,
inandout, inandout, inandout. Each time her hips moved up,
driving my cock deep into her body, eliciting a deep moan
from her. Linda’s ass is so deliciously tight, her butt so
nicely shaped, and best of all, she’s so enthusiastic.
I felt her butt arching higher and higher as her orgasm began
to swell inside her. Her hands wanted to reach down and find
her pussy, but instead her arms flailed around, hands
threatening to shred the sheets. Sweat dripped from my
forehead, ran down my face, soaked my back and underarms. I
could see that Linda’s body was coated with slippery sweat
too, making her glisten. Her ass was slippery, making it
difficult to grab hold of her. Over and over her pretty butt
slammed against me, like a milking fist her butt urged my
sperm to shoot. I knew this night would end in a mass of
rumpled sheets, sweat, and overflowing sperm.
“Ah! Ah! Ahhhooommmmmmmm!” Linda gasped as she began to
shudder.
Her orgasm had arrived. Her ass was jerking and rocking
against my cock, her legs giving out and locking straight
out. My cum was boiling in my balls, demanding release.
Quickly I moved to let her legs close, then put mine on the
outside of her hips. My hands grabbed her cheeks and spread
them, opening her puckered hole, filled with cock, to my
eyes.
Now I pressed my cock deep into her again, pinning her hips
to the bed. By rocking my hips back and forth I pumped into
her tight brown hole while pushing her buns upwards with my
loins. The effect was grand, and my balls were sliding along
the backs of her closed legs, caressing her other opening,
the one leaking her thick white creamy cum down her pussy
lips.
Harder and faster I pumped, dripping sweat onto her
glistening back, feeling my cock swell inside her, and my
balls tighten. The bed creaked as we undulated on top. Linda
was moaning, then suddenly, just as I felt my thick semen
wending its way towards my cock, she spoke again.
“Oh Gawd! Not again! I’m gonna Cum again!” she cried, her
eyes tightly closed in concentration.
“I-I’m...gonna...CUM!” I breathed, slamming into her asshole
hard.
“Ohhhh unnnnggggghhh! Oh! OH! OHHHH!” was Linda’s passionate
reply.
Both our bodies surged together, with Linda almost lifting
her hips clear of the bed—with me deep in her ass! My cum
poured into her hot, tight, pulsing asshole, sending thick
stream after thick stream of sperm flowing into her. Linda’s
body quivered and jerked. Each of her shudders brought
another spurt from my cock, and briefly I worried that my
balls would be drained by her tight, greedy little ass.
My head began to clear from the haze of primal passion, and I
found my fingers intertwined in her hair, my lips locked to
hers, my chest wet and slippery on her sweat covered back.
Our bodies were still joined, and each movement she made
caused a round of jerks and shudders in us both. We tried
laying still, but our bodies were to sensitive and wanted to
move.
“Thank...YOU!” I whispered to Linda, kissing her lips softly.
“Hmmm, you’re welcum!” she said, emphasizing her play on
words.
We smiled to each other and kissed again, letting the
sensations of our soaking bodies bring us back to a hearty
arousal.
“How about a nice, warm shower?” I asked. “And I’ll make sure
you’re rinsed nice and clean.” I added, running my tongue
over my front teeth suggestively. Linda agreed, putting her
hand on my cheek and smiling warmly at me. Her smile meant a
lot, and somehow I felt rejuvenated already.
While the shower warmed up, Linda stood in front of the
mirror, and then turned to me. “It seems like a shame to wash
all this pussy juice off my nipples.” she said, cupping her
slippery tits towards me. I needed no further invitation. My
lips found one of her large nipples and licked, tasting her
delicious cum cream. I licked and sucked them both, washing
her beautiful breasts with my tongue. I licked her chest too,
and even under her breasts. Her salty sweat mixed with her
juices to make me feel as though she were covered in her own
cream. I wanted to lick her all over, taste her, lap her up.
“C’mon, the shower is going to get cold.” she said as my
tongue began sliding down her left calf. I had licked her
from the neck down, licking her sweet, honey-like juices from
the insides of her thighs, and now working down to her lower
legs. I’d never wanted to eat someone this much, but Linda
was truly sexy and delicious.
Linda soaped me up in the shower, paying special attention to
my groin. We both closed our eyes for long moments, my hands
rubbing soap all over her tits while she fondled my soap-
slippery balls and cock. We slowly cleaned each other off,
enjoying the closeness, the intimacy, and the nice, never-
ending hot water. She rinsed me off, then said it was time
for the “taste test”. Her mouth surrounded my half-hard
shaft, and she sucked me to hardness in seconds. Water ran
down her hair and over her back as she sucked me, making her
look wet and sexy. Her green eyes looked up at me, sparkling
with delight. My hands didn’t need to guide her, but they
found her head anyway, caressing her wet hair.
Unknown to me, Linda had pushed a finger into her pussy,
getting it slick with her cum. Now she pushed that slippery
finger into my ass, bringing my cock to it’s full potential
size, making it swell. It jerked in her mouth as my asshole
clenched her finger over and over. Linda slowly moved her
finger about, until I felt a huge surge deep inside.
“Ohh, suck me Now!” I cried out, my words echoing off the
tiled walls.
Cum shot into her mouth, and Linda’s wiggling finger in my
butt made me feel like I would shoot it all in one thick
gush. With each spurt, my ass clamped down on her probing
finger, and each time she pulled it out slightly, bringing
another taste of my sperm. When she had taken every drop from
me, Linda gleefully licked the head off, even catching an
errant drop of sperm that had trickled to my balls. Smiling,
she stood up, licking her lips. “Well, you’ve passed the
taste test.” she said.
I gave her a playful slap on her bottom, then soaped her up,
making sure to get into those hidden areas well. Once she was
lathered up, I pulled the shower attachment from the wall,
and began rinsing her off. After each part of her was rinsed,
I licked it, just to be sure. Her pussy’s turn came
(figuratively speaking of course), and I had her bend over
with her hands on the wall. I worked the spray over her
sensitive, puckered hole, then down over her cunt. I could
see her pussy contract as the sharp spray tingled her lips.
Linda gasped and said it felt wonderful. Next came a spray of
water upwards, right around her clit. Linda giggled with
ticklish delight, then gasped as my mouth slipped between her
legs. I licked her from clit to ass, finding no soap, but
lots of her slippery juice. I sat down, letting her straddle
my upturned face, and rinsed her legs at the same time. When
Linda came, I thought she might fall, but she instead seemed
to gush her delicious, creamy cum all over my face.
We rinsed off, this time more relaxed than before. I dried
her off, licking a few drops of water that trickled over her
breasts before we returned to the bed. The air in the room
was cool from the air conditioning, but still, somehow, hot
and sexy. We slipped between the sheets, holding each other
close. My hands caressed her face and neck, and hers were
around me. Those green eyes, that sexy smile conveyed a lot;
warmth, contentment, caring, pleasure, and friendship.
We were resting, letting our strength build, so we could do
it all over again. All I can say is Encore! Encore!!
Pussy Barber
Love Fuck
by Pussy Barber
“This is perverted.” Kristen thought to herself as she crept
down the hallway, moving closer to the soft moans coming from
the guest bedroom. It was almost three in the morning, and
Kristen, clad in her flimsy powder blue nightie kept fighting
the urge to peek. Images of being caught peeking in flashed
into her mind, the outrage of her friends, the embarrassment
of it. But other images flashed too. Of passionate, wriggling
bodies, of glistening skin, a hard cock, swaying testicles,
sensual legs spread wide and spasming. Kristen quietly opened
the bathroom door, the one that connected into the spare
room. Just as she had hoped, the door to the bedroom was
open. In the darkness, she crept silently forward, until she
could see the bed, and the writhing bodies upon it.
The soft creak of the bed could be heard now, and in the dim
light of the room she could see Jerry kneeling behind his
girlfriend, Janet, who was also Kristen’s friend. Jerry had a
handful of Janet’s hair, from behind, and his body was
pressed firmly to hers. Her head was arched back and her
luscious ass was arched up against her man. The dimness of
the light reduced the image to black and white, Janet’s ass
looking smooth, round, and unblemished. The covers were a
heaped mess on the floor at the foot of the bed, and Janet
was threatening to shred the sheets with her grip. Kristen
felt a knot in her stomach, one that twisted all the way down
between her legs.
Jerry moved in slow, even strokes, arching his back and
thrusting into Janet with a long, even movement. Each thrust
brought a primal growl from deep inside Kristen’s friend, and
her hips move back instinctively, forcing Jerry’s shaft deep
inside her.
“God! You’re so fuckin’ tight!” Jerry whispered, his words
carrying easily to Kristen’s ears in the nearby bathroom.
Janet half moaned, half sighed her response. Janet pushed her
upper body up on her hands, her full breasts swaying
underneath her.
“Fuck me hard.” Janet breathed. “Pump me hard and fast. Cum
in me.”
Kristen’s nipples were already hard, excited by what she’d
seen and heard so far. Now they ached to be touched and
Kristen’s right hand found her nipple, teasing it. She
watched as Jerry began thrusting faster into Janet, their
bodies making an audible “smack”, Janet’s breasts bouncing,
and the flesh of her ass rippling. Kristen felt her panties
clinging to her crotch, moistened with her own juices.
“Yes!” Janet hissed. “Fuck my ass. Pump your cum in my
asshole stud.”
Kristen heard the words and let out a deep sigh, a sigh of
lustful arousal. Her left hand replaced her right on her
nipples, and her right hand slid under her panties and
between her legs. Kristen knew she was wet, and she slipped
one finger deep into herself, rubbing her clit frantically.
The two bodies undulated and writhed about, glistening even
in the darkness of the room. Janet’s long dark hair flailed
about as her body heaved and bucked to Jerry’s rhythm. It
wasn’t long before Jerry groaned and began thrusting hard
against Janet, trying to drive his cock and maybe even his
balls inside her. Their groans filled the air for a few long
moments, and then fell silent.
In the sudden silence Kristen stopped cold. Her own heavy
breathing was covered by theirs, as was the wet, squishing
sounds her fingers had been making in her pussy. She slowly
caressed herself and watched the two lovers lay on the bed,
him on top of her from behind, both kissing and floating
along together. Kristen finally realized the show was over
and she crept back to her bed, still excited by what she’d
witnessed. Her own sleep came only after fantasizing about
feeling Jerry coming in her ass, not Janet’s.
The next morning Janet was in the kitchen first, having made
coffee and preparing to make breakfast for the three of them.
Kristen shuffled in wearing her light robe, shaking out her
long golden hair.
“Well! Good morning!” Janet said cheerfully, handing over a
hot cup.
“’Morning.” Kristen said blearily. “Thanks.”
“Well, you look dreadful. At least I have an excuse.” Janet
joked.
“Ummm. I know.” Kristen said automatically, then regretted
it.
“Oh. I’m sorry, did we wake you?” Janet asked.
“Yeah, it’s okay though.” Kristen said. “It’s better than
David Letterman.”
Janet laughed. “ANYTHING is better than David Letterman.
Especially a...” Her voice trailed off.
“A good ass fucking?” Kristen asked. “Oh, shit. I shouldn’t
have said that.” She argued, “I’m cranky before my first
cup.”
Janet had blushed, even through her early summer tan. “Well,
Jerry does have the right equipment for that.” she giggled.
Kristen smiled. “I’ve gotta take a shower.” she said, walking
down the hallway.
Before entering the shower, Kristen surveyed herself in the
mirror. What she saw pleased her mostly. Fair skin but with a
few too many freckles (never mind that her boyfriends told
her they were sexy), a pair of slightly bloodshot blue eyes,
even though there were some circles forming under them, a
very attractive face, but her nose was too big she thought,
but no one ever complained. Her best features, the ones she
knew would always get the guys to look still pleased her. Her
hair was straight, and long, stopping just below her waist,
like a golden-blonde waterfall. And her eyebrows, which
matched her hair exactly. Many men had asked her if her
“other” hair was so perfectly matched. If he was that bold,
she invited him to see for himself that it was.
Her breasts weren’t as large as she wanted, but they were
well proportioned to her body. Her waist was slender still,
and she was trim, but she always criticized any flab on her
butt or thighs, even though most men would have killed to
kiss her naked form. At five foot seven, she was leggy, but
still nicely put together.
Kristen stepped into the shower and soaped up, thinking of
Janet and Jerry’s performance earlier. She didn’t masturbate,
she never could in the shower, but she did feel much better
after she’d cleaned up and put on what little makeup she
usually wore. She brushed out her long hair, still wet, and
used the blow dryer for about ten minutes. It was still damp
when she stopped to answer the knock on the bathroom door.
Jerry stood in the hallway wearing jogging shorts and trying
to keep an erection down. Kristen wore her robe but was
obviously naked underneath. Kristen smiled and let Jerry into
the bathroom, while she returned to the kitchen and the smell
of bacon and eggs.
Janet’s t-shirt was outside of her shorts now, something
Kristen noticed quickly. “I see Jerry’s said good morning to
you.” she said. Janet glanced down at her top, then looked
over at Kristen, grinning. “Yeah. The animal!” She added with
a wink.
They ate breakfast when Jerry returned, and afterwards, Janet
braided Kristen’s long blonde hair. She took her shower with
Jerry, and Kristen tried to ignore the sounds of splashing
fun the bathroom.
Janet and Jerry went out to visit the casinos on the North
Shore of Lake Tahoe, while Kristen contented herself with
sunning on the deck and reading a new book by her favorite
writer. This vacation started out wrong, with Mike cancelling
out at the last minute, leaving Kristen feeling alone, and
like a party crasher. But then, she didn’t gamble and
besides, she wasn’t old enough anyway. Kristen worked on her
tan, hoping that her freckles would blend into a semblance of
a tan at least.
It was pretty and quiet in the mountains, but still warm.
Kristen only stayed in the sun for a short while before
moving into the shade. She read for about an hour and a half,
then dozed off.
Kristen awoke, stretching like a cat, and then stood up. The
light coating of sun-screen still glistened on her skin and
felt slippery since she’d perspired during her nap. She
picked up her towel and turned to enter the rented cabin when
she saw Janet and Jerry inside.
Kristen watched through the large glass doors, her eyes wide,
blinking in amazement or sleepiness. Janet lay on her back on
the sofa, her ass at the edge of the cushions. She was naked
with her legs high in the air, and Jerry was crouching
between her legs, rolling his face around in her cunt. Janet
was shaking and rocking her hips, obviously enjoying his
tongue. Kristen wondered what to do as she watched. Somehow
they’d come back while she’d dozed off, and hadn’t seen her
on the deck. Jerry made Janet come in a gasping orgasm which
made Kristen very wet, and she wanted to finger her pussy,
but she didn’t dare. She didn’t want them to catch her
masturbating while she watched them.
The two lovers swapped places, and now Janet was sucking on
Jerry’s cock. In the daylight Kristen could see that Jerry’s
cock was just about right for fucking, in any hole. Not too
big, not too short, just nice. Janet sucked him with
practiced expertise. Janet’s body was smooth and evenly tan,
except for the small light areas that showed the tiny suit
she normally wore. Kristen felt her feet moving, and she felt
as though someone else was controlling them.
As she moved, it came to her that she was going to walk in on
them, and she prepared and “excuse”. If they objected or were
embarrassed, she would simply go to her room, then shower off
from her sunbathing. If they didn’t object then...well, she’d
see.
Kristen took a deep breath and opened the door, walking in
and closing it carelessly behind her. Just as she entered,
Janet looked up, and Jerry began to shoot. Both young women
locked eyes for a moment, then Kristen’s were drawn to the
thick white cum spurting against Janet’s neck and tits. Janet
looked down, paused, then gulped down Jerry’s spurting cock,
making him cry out with loud “ahhh’s”.
Kristen decided to go to her room, as if she’d interrupted
completely by accident. As she walked she could feel the
slipperiness of her own pussy and the stiffness of her
nipples.
“Nice timing!” Janet said loudly as Kristen turned the
corner. She stopped and turned back, looking back at Janet,
her tits glistening wetly. “Sorreee!” Kristen said, grinning.
“I thought you guys were going out all day.”
Janet stood and walked closer, her sperm-splotched breasts
wobbling as she walked. Kristen couldn’t take her eyes off
the cum that dribbled down between them, or the cum that
clung to on of her dark nipples.
“Surrre.” Janet said softly. “Come with me, I have something
to show you.”
Kristen followed Janet into the bedroom and Janet opened a
small paper bag. From the bag she pulled a thick vibrating
dildo, covered in a soft, flesh like latex. “Watch this.” she
said, then switched it on. The head vibrated and as she
worked the controls, the upper third began to twirl or rotate
and piston in and out. Kristen’s eyes got big.
“Where did you get THAT!?” Kristen laughed.
“At a little novelty store in town.” Janet giggled. “And this
too!” She handed Kristen the vibrator and Kristen felt it
buzzing, twisting and thrusting in her hands. It sent an
erotic feeling deep inside her pussy. Janet pulled another
item from the bag. This dildo looked like a “Y”, with two
cocks joined at the base. Kristen knew how this was meant to
be used.
“Look at this though!” Janet said, connected a rubber ball
and tube to the dildo. She set it humming and the tips of
both heads blurred, then she squeezed the ball. Water jetted
out of both tips, squirting several feet. Kristen’s pussy
spasmed at the sight. “Think of the possibilities with this!”
“Um, yeah. Nice!” Kristen said. “Er, I’m going to take a
shower. Maybe even a cold one.”
Janet handed her the thrusting dildo. “Here, have fun.”
Kristen refused it, as much as she would have tried it in
privacy, she didn’t want to seem too desperate or horny. She
went into her room and couldn’t resist the urge to finger her
pussy. Kristen lay on the bed, her fingers blurring over her
clit. She came quickly, thinking of the images of Jerry’s
cock spurting all over Janet’s tits. A few minutes later
Kristen pulled on a robe and picked up some clothes, then
went into the bathroom for a quick shower. She was just about
to climb into the shower when Janet knocked on the door,
asking to be let in quickly. Kristen opened the door for her.
“Shit!” Janet said, “I got it in my eye and it BURNS!”
Kristen got a look at her face as she moved past to get to
the sink. There were thick globs of sperm on her cheek and in
her hair. Jerry had cum again, but somehow Janet had gotten
some of the salty stuff in her right eye. After a minute of
splashing water she stood up and toweled her face off, most
of Jerry’s cum having been washed off.
“That’ll teach you to watch too close!” Kristen laughed.
“Thanks a bunch.” Janet said. “Would you mind if I showered
with you?” she asked, feeling the cum in her hair.
“No, c’mon. You do my back, I’ll do yours.” Kristen said.
Together they showered, trading secrets and laughing over
Kristen’s unannounced entry earlier. Kristen’s hair was
pinned up so she didn’t have to dry it all over again, and
Janet scrubbed her back. The oily sunscreen needed to be
scrubbed off, and Janet didn’t stop when she reached
Kristen’s ass. She worked down, not sexually touching, but
scrubbing hard. She kept going down those long, lean legs,
until she reached the ankles.
“Thanks.” Kristen said. “That felt good.” She turned around,
hand extended for the washcloth. Instead, Janet soaped it up
and began scrubbing Kristen’s chest, above and between her
breasts.
“Jerry would kill to do this to you, you know.” Janet said
evenly. “He said that last night he fantasized about you
joining us.”
“Really?” Kristen said, forgetting that Janet was washing her
front. “He really said that?”
Janet nodded, scrubbing around Kristen’s tits and then down
her belly. “He even said he’d like to eat you while he fucks
me.”
Kristen’s mind imagined that, and she felt a little excited.
Suddenly Janet’s hand was sliding over her mons, and then
between her legs. The touch was lighter, more sensual now.
Kristen’s legs parted slightly, and her lips parted to take a
sharp breath. Janet’s hand lingered a little longer, then she
began scrubbing the fronts of the blonde’s legs. Kristen
looked down, watching Janet kneel and scrub. Her hand moved
and touched Janet’s head lightly.
Janet leaned forward and kissed Kristen’s pussy lightly, then
she stood up. Close. Kristen seemed to move on automatic. She
leaned forward, tilting her head slightly, and then it
happened. Their lips met in a kiss. Kristen was surprised at
how warm and soft Janet’s lips were. Their breasts touched
lightly, making Kristen’s nipples stand up even harder. When
they parted, Kristen gazed into the eyes of her friend, now
to be her newest lover.
Trembling with excitement Kristen reached out and touched
Janet’s breast. This was the first time she’d ever touched
another woman’s breast sexually. The soft flesh was so warm,
and Janet’s full orb drew Kristen’s hand into a cup shape
which she slid over the end of her friend’s breast.
Janet’s hands slid down and cupped Kristen’s ass, kneading it
slightly. Kristen’s whole body trembled, as though she were
going to have an all-over orgasm. Somehow Janet realized her
friend’s nervous excitement and she leaned down, taking one
of Kristen’s nipples in her lips. As she sucked on it, biting
down delicately, Kristen gasped and pressed her soft tit into
Janet’s face. Janet pulled on the other nipple with her
fingers, then gently licked all around Kristen’s puffy
areaola. The tall blonde’s breathing was shallow and ragged,
and Kristen could feel her cunt leaking it’s warm cream down
her thigh. Janet stood upright and Kristen felt like she was
on fire. She grabbed Janet’s face and kissed her, one of the
most passionate kisses she’d ever given. Janet returned it,
with her hands exploring the lean, smooth texture of her
friend’s body.
When their kiss broke, Kristen burned with a madness, a
desire, a carnal need. She bent and licked around Janet’s
nipple, then sucked hard on the erect bud. Janet cradled the
blonde’s head to her breast, and felt Kristen suckling and
licking her tit. Kristen’s right hand slid between Janet’s
legs, lightly at first. Kristen’s pussy spasmed when her
fingers found Janet’s cunt soaking wet and slippery. Her
fingers slid back and forth through her friend’s cuntlips,
then Kristen sighed as her finger slid into her friend’s
body. Janet sighed too, rocking her hips forward and
trembling against Kristen.
A few moments later, Kristen stood with her hands on the wall
of the shower, legs spread, and Janet sitting on the floor,
her head bent back and her tongue, her wonderful tongue,
swirling around inside her. Janet was sucking her pussy,
lapping her free-flowing juices and sliding her hands up and
down Kristen’s legs. Kristen gasped for breath, her stomach
heaved in and out and her legs threatened to buckle. Janet
sucked and licked, and Kristen shuddered. A wave washed over
her, starting in her cunt and spreading outward, returning to
her twat as a flood of thick creamy juice to be lapped up by
Janet.
Kristen sat down on a ledge in the shower, weak and flushed.
Janet rolled to her kneeds and kissed the blonde’s tits, then
kissed Kristen on the mouth. Kristen tasted her juices, not
for the first time but certainly the most erotic. Janet’s
lips were slick and their tongues danced. Moments later, when
Janet stood up, Kristen took the floor and tongued Janet’s
pussy. Kristen looked at Janet’s pussy, seeing the swollen
lips surrounded by her curly bush. Her tongue licked lightly
over Janet’s slit, finding her clit at the top, all swollen
and hard. Janet’s hips jerked, and Kristen continued to lick
circles around it. Soon Kristen’s chin was slick with the
juices seeping from Janet’s opening, and her tongue was
sliding all around. Kristen loved the feeling on her tongue,
and her face. The smooth, warm, slippery wetness excited her,
and the musky scent of Janet filled her nostrils.
“Put your fingers in me.” Janet said breathlessly.
Kristen did. First one finger, then two, then a third.
Janet’s hips bucked and Kristen flicked her tongue over the
girl’s clit. She felt the spasms around her fingers, the
grasping, pulsing squeezes as Janet began to cum. Kristen
shoved her fingers in deep, moving her hand back and forth
until Janet moaned loudly and began shuddering. Janet’s hips
ground against the intruding fingers, and her hand pushed
Kristen’s face tightly against her mons. When Kristen pulled
her fingers out, they glistened with Janet’s cream, a few
whitish globs clinging to her fingers. Kristen licked her
fingers off, savoring it like a fine sauce.
They finished their shower, hugging and kissing each other
tenderly. They had shared something very special, and they
both felt close and loving to each other. After eight years
of friendship, they had become even closer.
Jerry was half-dressed, watching a movie when the girls came
out of the bathroom. Both were clad only in terry cloth robes
and they sat on either side of him. Jerry felt something was
up, and he was almost afraid of saying anything to spoil it.
For a long time he’d fantasized about having Kristen’s long
legs wrapped around him, and it seemed like he would have his
chance.
Kristen sat so that when she looked at the TV, she could not
see either Janet or Jerry. When she watched part of the show,
Jerry slipped his hand under Janet’s robe and between her
legs. The sudden stiffness was like a jerk and Kristen turned
her head, looking right at Jerry’s half hidden hand.
“Turn it on.” Janet whispered softly.
Jerry saw that Kristen was looking, and felt his cock rising
into a tremendous erection. His fingers found the switch and
a light humming noise filled the air just as Janet’s body
shuddered. The “Y” shaped dildo inside her began vibrating
her body, sending delicious waves of pleasure through her.
Janet held his hand over her cunt, cupping her twat and
pressing the vibrator deeper.
Kristen took Jerry’s other hand gently, spreading her legs
slightly and placing his hand under her robe. Jerry’s hand
explored her crotch, finding the other dildo already in
place. Jerry’s fingers found the switch and turned it on.
Kristen’s body jerked, and she gasped several times as the
dildo began squirming in her cunt.
“Ah-h-h-h-h...Ohhhhhhhh!” Kristen sighed, cupping Jerry’s
hand over her cunt. Her hips rocked against the twisting,
thrusting vibrator, and her eyes closed, jaw slack in
rapture.
“Let me suck you.” Janet said softly, sliding down off the
sofa. She quickly unfastened his pants and removed his rigid
cock. Without a word she sucked on him, moving up and down
the shaft with quick movements. Her mouth watered and saliva
coated his cock, making it glisten wetly. Janet shucked her
robe to the floor, curling her feet under her so that as she
rocked her body back and forth it pressed the humming
vibrator deeper into her holes.
Kristen leaned over and kissed Jerry, sending her tongue
halfway into his throat. He kissed back, taking command and
forcing her tongue to retreat. They mouth-fucked each other
with their tongues, bodies blazing with fiery passions.
Jerry’s hips rocked up to cram his cock into Janet’s mouth,
and she made loud slurping noises.
Jerry kneaded Kristen’s tits, and she began panting, coming
closer to her orgasm from the vibrator and all the
sensations. Jerry couldn’t hold on, and he felt the thick
jism rising from his balls. Janet’s wet mouth slobbered down
his cock, making sloppy, wet noises as his cock began
swelling. She moaned twice, urgently trying to call Kristen.
Just as Kristen moved, Jerry’s hips arched.
Kristen saw Janet’s brow furrow in concentration and the
thick pulsing of Jerry’s cock in her mouth. Janet’s mouth and
jaw worked, and then Kristen heard a swishing, squirting
noise. Janet moaned as his jism flowed, filling her mouth
with his creamy cum. She greedily sucked his sperm into her
mouth, coaxing every drop by licking just under the tip of
the head. Finally spent, she let his softening cock slip from
between her lips, trailing a dribble of sperm over her lower
lip. Kristen leaned down and licked the semen from Janet’s
lips.
Janet grabbed her head and pulled her closer. Kristen opened
her mouth, expecting to taste Jerry’s cum. Janet opened her
mouth and used her tongue to push the warm, thick mass of
sperm into Kristen’s mouth. It was erotic to Kristen, and she
sucked the sperm from Janet’s mouth, then they tongued each
other fiercely, swishing the cum around back and forth.
Parting their kiss, strands of jism connected their lips.
Tongues flashed and collected it, and both girls swallowed,
tasting his jizz like a cream sauce. The vibrators had
brought them both close to orgasm, yet their bodies refused
to yield. Kristen’s passions were beyond what she’d known,
and she wanted to come so badly she would do anything Janet
asked.
“Go get my bag.” Janet said to Jerry. She smiled and asked
Kristen if she ever fantasized about being watched. Kristen,
in a very carnal mood, ran her hands over her tits, licking
her lips.
“No.” she breathed.
“Let’s let him watch us.” Janet said, cupping Kristen’s cunt
and shoving the dildo into her.
Kristen was being fucked by the little machine, and the
twisting head kept her so close to orgasm that Janet’s hand
nearly sent her over the edge. The hand withdrew too soon,
leaving Kristen almost in tears, until she watched Janet lick
her cream off her fingers. Jerry returned carrying Janet’s
duffle bag, his cock returning to full size.
Janet unzipped the bag and reached in. “You’ll love this
toy.” she said, pulling out a two foot double-headed dildo.
Kristen’s cunt spasmed, and she reached down to finger
herself.
“NO!” Janet said sharply, pulling the blonde’s hand from her
bush. Then, softly, “Cum WITH me.” And she kissed Kristen
softly. Kristen followed along, floating on her erotic, lust-
filled cloud.
Janet positioned her on her hands and knees, adjusting the
dildo to a slower rhythm. She pulled it out of Kristen’s
twat, watching her gaping cunt hole spasm and close slowly.
She pressed the humming, twisting head to Kristen’s asshole,
pressing the slick, rubbery head firmly.
“Oh, no, don’t....” Kristen started, but suddenly her asshole
was filled with sensations that made her cream flow like
water. She trembled and her stomach jerked. Kristen’s ass
shot up in the air, and Janet pushed the toy down into the
girl’s tight hole. “Ohhhh Goddddddd!” Kristen wailed.
Janet rubbed her hand all over Kristen’s glistening vulva,
massaging her cunt juice all over her crotch, coating her
thighs and belly with the creamy fluid that dripped from her.
Kristen tried to catch her breath, feeling as though she were
being split open and fucked inside-out. Janet picked up the
large dildo and coated it with her hand, smearing Kristen’s
juices on the bulbous head. She held Kristen’s hips, pressing
the thick rubber cock into her cunt.
“Ah-h-h-h...Ohh! Make me cummm! Please! Makemecum!”
Janet slowly pushed ten inches of the cock up the blonde’s
snatch, watching her holes spasm as it eased into her. Each
outstroke brought her pouty cuntlips out, as though they were
holding on and trying to suck it deeper. Once she had the
dildo seated, Janet stood up and walked around in front of
Kristen.
Kristen looked up at her naked friend, at the “Y” shaped
vibrator still humming in her asshole and cunt. Kristen felt
filled with cock, as though she would explode. Janet moved
close, standing with her crotch almost in Kristen’s face.
“Pull it out of me.” She hissed. “Jerk it out hard, do it
fast.”
Kristen reached up a trembling hand and grasped the end of
the vibrator. It was slick with Janet’s cream, but Kristen
jerked hard, yanking it out of her cunt and butt.
“Ohhhhhh CUMM!” Janet yelled, then grabbed Kristen’s head,
shoving her hips forward and rocking them against Kristen’s
face. “Drink me!” Janet’s cream poured from her, soaking
Kristen’s face and Janet’s crotch. Janet shuddered and ground
her pussy against the girl’s face. Kristen felt her nose
rubbing Janet’s clit hard.
Janet moved away suddenly, going behind Kristen and kneeling
down, facing away from her friend. Janet pushed the long
dildo into her cunt and then pressed her ass against
Kristen’s.
“Fuck me baby!” Janet pleaded. “Fuck me with that beautiful
blonde pussy! Fuck me!”
Kristen and Janet began rocking their hips back and forth,
fucking each other with the dildo. Jerry had been watching
from the sofa, stroking his cock. Several times he’d had to
grip tightly to keep from shooting his load too early. Now he
knelt alongside the girls, reaching between their slapping
asses to hold the dildo still so that it would slide in and
out of their slick cunts.
Wailing moans filled the room from both women. Kristen felt a
huge orgasm welling up deep inside her. Each warm slap of
Janet’s butt to hers brought her a half step closer. Both
were near the edge, sweat shining on their backs, making
their asses seem rounder and softer.
“Fuck me Kristen! Fuck me baby!” Janet moaned again. “Oh!
Kristen! Kristen! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU KRISTEN!!” she
screamed.
Both of them cried out, slamming their asses tightly
together, pinning Jerry’s hand between them. They shook in
orgasm, moaning and jerking around, cramming as much cock in
them as they could. Each shudder from one sent the other into
another shudder. It seemed to last forever as they climaxed,
bodies roiling with waves and waves of spasming pleasure.
Kristen felt her muscles tightening and then it was if she
were drowning in sensations. Cum sensations. The fullness in
her ass and cunt made her eyes roll back, and her hips
arched, pressing hard against Jerry’s hand. She could
actually feel the tickle of Janet’s cunt hairs on her
sensitive twat, and the cum-juices trickling down her thighs.
Sparks and lights went off in her head and she thought she
might pass out from the intensity of it all, but she did not.
She rode each delicious wave, surfing each one down into her
cunt, flowing out between her cuntlips and down her cream-
slick thighs.
Janet’s cunt contracted and gripped the dildo hard. She could
feel Jerry’s hand trapped against her vulva, hot and hard.
Her tits seemed to be swelling up, and her nipples were
brushing the coarse fibers of the rug. Her ass arched high,
and she could feel the heat of Kristen’s spasming cunt near
hers. The dildo pressed against her cervix, giving her a full
feeling. Her stomach bulged out, then contracted only to
relax and bulge again with the feeling of being crammed full
of thick cock. Her cream was flowing and she could feel her
crotch was slick with juices. Each of Kristen’s shudders was
like an electric pulse to her clit, making her shudder in
respose.
Jerry pulled his hand out, and Janet felt Kristen’s sopped
cunt splat against hers. She arched back, trying to grind her
pussy against the wet blonde’s. They both tried, bouncing
back and forth until they felt another wave wash over them.
The second orgasm was unlike the first. This was more
sensual, sexy and warm. The first had been full of fire,
passion, and need. This was icing on the cake.
The two sweaty women sank to the floor, the dildo still in
their cunts, although almost out of each one. Jerry gently
removed it from their pussies, and also gently removed the
vibrator from Kristen’s ass. They shuddered and jerked as he
removed the toys, then lay still in a limp tangle of
glistening legs, asses and cunts. Jerry lovingly caressed
their sweaty behinds, running his hands down the backs of
their thighs.
“Janet.” Kristen said hoarsly.
“Hmmm?”
“I love you too.” Kristen said.
“Mmmmmmmmm!”
Jerry’s cock pressed against Janet’s waist, and she smiled.
“I think we forgot someone.” She said softly.
Slowly they both sat up, and smiled at Jerry. “You liked our
little show?” Janet asked.
“Yes!” Jerry said. “I’m so horny I could cum right now!”
Kristen looked up at him. “Then do it.” She said, thrusting
her tits forward. “Cum all over us.”
Jerry’s cock ached, standing straight out like a metal rod.
Pre-cum oozed down from the hole, forming a droplet under the
head. Kristen leaned forward and extended her lower lip to
remove it, letting it form a string as she moved back,
licking it off her lip. Jerry groaned.
“I know what he wants.” Janet cooed.
Moments later, Janet lay on the floor with Kristen’s ass over
her chest, arched up for Jerry’s entry. Kristen’s tits
pressed between Janet’s thighs, and Kristen’s hands gripped
Janet’s calves. Jerry sank deep into Kristen’s sopping wet
pussy.
“Ohhh Jeeezzus!” Jerry moaned.
Kristen gasped then sighed as his cock began sliding in and
out of her slippery hole. Janet caressed her friend’s legs,
her ass, and belly. “She’s so beautiful isn’t she?” Janet
said to Jerry. “And so hot and wet. Fuck her. Go ahead, I
know you want to fuck her and cum in her. Do it!” Jerry moved
faster, trying to restrain himself in Kristen’s beautiful
cunt. Her body glistened with sweat, and with her ass high,
offered to him, Jerry was straining not to shoot too soon. He
wanted it to last, for her as well as for him.
Janet wasn’t helping matters. “Shove that cock up her cunt
and fuck her!” Janet teased. “Make her cum all over that
beautiful cock of yours. She wants you to fill her with cum.
Cum in her cunt!”
Jerry pumped faster, his cock throbbing and straining. It
felt like his cock was a steel ramrod, plunging in and out of
Kristen’s soft flesh. Her cunt made squishing, slippery
noises, and the way she moved her butt against him made Jerry
grimmace to keep his resolve.
“Ohh yes! Cum in me Jerry!” Kristen moaned. “Fill me with
cum! Fuck me! Fuck me baby! Fuck me!”
Jerry felt his balls tighten from her moans.
“Yes!” Janet added. “I want to eat your cum out of her. Let
me lick your cum off her cunt. Soak her. Soak her with cum!”
Jerry’s cock exploded, gushing thick sperm into Kristen’s
cunt. He thrust deep into her, pressing her mons down onto
Janet’s chest. She could see his cock swell between her
cuntlips with each pulse, and feel the tension in his legs as
well as all through Kristen’s sweat-slicked body. Jerry spurt
and spurt into Kristen, feeling like his body was draining
itself dry in her, trying to fill her sucking cunt to
capacity with his sperm. At last he stopped, feeling the
thick warmth surrounding his cock inside her. Kristen was
moaning softly, and grinning broadly.
Janet pulled Jerry back, and as his cock plopped out of her,
he dripped sperm onto her neck, the soft, wet cock hitting
her mouth and chin with a wet splat. Janet licked the head,
then pulled Kristen’s cunt to her mouth. Opening her mouth
wide, Janet began sucking the length of the blonde’s slit,
lapping up the sperm and cunt-juice that flowed out of her
beautiful friend’s snatch. Janet shoved her tongue inside
Kristen’s hole, withdrawing it covered with their rich,
creamy mixture. Janet lapped and sucked at Kristen’s pussy,
making the blonde climax twice. When she finally finished,
her face and neck were slick with their juices.
Kristen rolled off, sat up and kissed Janet deeply, licking
her own cum mixed with Jerry’s semen from Janet’s lips and
face. The two girls hugged and kissed a last time, then
looked at Jerry.
“Hard again!?” Janet teased.
“Nobody could stay limp watching you two.” Jerry smiled.
“Can you cum again?” Kristen asked.
He shook his head. “Not for a while.” he said. “I need a
shower and maybe a quick nap before I’ll be ‘recharged’. You
girls have drained me!”
They laughed, and Jerry went to shower. The two girls sat on
the sofa, gently touching and kissing each other.
“You know,” Kristen began, “I never thought it would be so
good with another woman.”
Janet smiled. “Oh, you’re so sweet and sexy I could just hold
you close to me forever!”
Kristen smiled at her. “I-I’m glad it was you. For my first
time.”
Janet kissed her softly. “First and always.”
“Janet.” Kristen said between soft kisses. “I love you.”
They embraced and kissed, caressing each other tenderly.
“I knew I was falling in love with you the other night.”
Janet confessed.
“What? When?” Kristen asked.
“When Jerry was fucking my ass and you were masturbating in
the bathroom.”
“But...how did you see me?” Kristen asked.
“The night light in there. Remember? I could see right
through your nightie. The mirrors in the bedroom showed you
clearly.” Janet said smiling.
Kristen blushed.
“I knew then that I wanted you, and that my feelings for you
were deep. That’s why I came so hard. I knew you were
watching.” Janet added.
“I-I felt perverted doing that. Like a peeping Tom.” Kristen
said, looking at the floor.
Janet lifted her face and smiled. “No, next time I want your
tongue in me while he fucks my ass.”
“You mean that?” Kristen asked, her eyes wide.
Janet nodded. “Yes. Just so I can have my tongue in you too!”
Again they kissed.
This trip may have started out all wrong, Kristen thought,
but it’s sure turned out wonderful!!
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