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Chris Comes Around
by Anythingatoll (address withheld)
***
Two female roomates indoctrinate a third into their
horny games. (FFF, 1st-lesbian-expr, alcohol, toys)
***
It Was A Night To Remember...
Before I begin, let me introduce the main participants
in this occurrence. First, of course, there is Sari, 19
years old and my girlfriend at the time that these
events transpired. Sari was outgoing and very
intelligent. She had a dazzling smile and lively, dark
brown eyes, almost as dark as her black hair. She was
5'2", probably around 115 pounds... not fat or heavy,
but certainly not thin. Her Indian and Scottish
ancestry gave her skin a warm, mellow, medium brown
sheen. Most noticeably, Sari was abundantly blessed
with large breasts at an early age, and was forever
shopping stores for that "perfect" 34DD bra.
Julie had been Sari's friend since the time they
attended second grade together. If anything, Julie was
more outgoing than Sari, always doing something or
going somewhere. Though not nearly as intelligent as
Sari, she studied hard in high school to keep up. The
two of them used to laugh about how physically, Julie
was the "negative image" of Sari... 5'2" and roughly
the same weight, but with very fine, whitish blonde
hair ("all over," I was lead to believe by Sari), and
porcelain white skin that was never tanned. Julie had
the firmest C cup breasts I ever saw, and she went
braless most of the time, unless modesty or the
formality of the event dictated otherwise.
Chris was the third member of the evening's party.
Chris ran track with Julie in high school, and so had
known the other two for just a few years. Chris was
very different from either Sari or Julie... 5'10", with
dirty blonde hair and freckles, and square-shouldered.
She was, however, also very attractive, and objectively
speaking, was probably the most attractive of the
three, although none of the three were very hard on the
eyes.
Chris had to work hard to keep her weight down, and she
did, working out every day without fail, and the
results were fairly impressive... well-toned legs, a
taut tummy, and an ass that meant business. Chris was
much more reserved than Sari and Julie, and her
personality, coupled with some impressively high
cheekbones, made them consider her to be very haughty,
or aloof. I never took her that way, but rather,
thought that she hung back out of shyness or a lack of
confidence. It was clear to me that Chris felt that she
never fit in with the other two, but she very much
wanted to. Which, in a way, is a great explanation for
the evening's events...
The three girls had rented an apartment on the near
north side of Chicago for a year. Sari had been "asked"
by her college to take a year off to get her head
together and was working in a mindless job at a
brokerage, Julie had no intention of going to college
so was waiting tables, and Chris had taken a year off
from college to earn money after her father passed
away. The apartment was a "one bedroom with loft." The
loft sat on top of the bedroom, the bathroom, and a
portion of the living room, and looked out over the
dining/kitchen area. The loft had a 5'6" high ceiling
over it, so the shorter Sari and Julie shared the loft
as their bedroom, with Chris taking the one small
bedroom.
On the evening in question, Sari had been the first to
arrive home, around 5:30. It had been a typical Chicago
spring Thursday... beautiful, with everyone out
walking, jogging, roller blading, etc. But, as she
admitted later, Sari wasn't worried about any of that.
She was horny. Very, very horny. She had spent most of
the afternoon reviewing files with "Mark from
Accounting," her most recent crush.
She had put on her sexiest "respectable" outfit that
morning with him in mind... with a few buttons undone
on her indigo blouse, a trim black skirt that hit three
inches above her shapely knee, and black pumps. With
her hair pulled back, she was the image of
sophistication, with a smoldering sexuality that was
hard for anyone to miss. It was apparent to Sari that
her attire had its desired effect, as on several
occasions she caught Mark with his mind (and eyes)
clearly on something other than files.
"God, he's hot," she thought, as she entered the
apartment. "Hello" she called out. Not getting any
response, a mischievous smile crossed her lips. "Good,
time to play before anyone gets home," she thought.
Rather than heading directly to her futon in the loft,
she entered Chris' bedroom to retrieve something. It
seems that when the girls moved in, the former tenant
had left a variety of items, including steak knives, a
toaster, and porn. Now, most of the porn was vulgar
magazines, and the girls had a good laugh as they were
throwing them out. However, one item had not been
tossed. The girls had found a short book of erotica,
entitled "Jenny Comes Around."
In the first chapter, Jenny was introduced as a
virginal 16 year old, worried about whether her prom
date would be her first kiss. During the course of the
book, Jenny was transformed into a rampaging nympho,
ultimately doing the postman, several relatives, and,
yes, her prom date. But Sari's interest in the book
(and the reason she had stowed it with Chris' large
book collection to shield it from destruction) was
Chapter 3, in which Jenny first experiences the
pleasures of her girlfriend, Claire. Chapter 3 read
like it was written by a different author,
demonstrating a caring, shy eroticism from a female
perspective that was all too painfully lacking in the
blunt prose of the other chapters.
Sari quickly hiked up the metal, spiral stairs to the
loft, book in hand. She tossed the book on her unmade
futon and began to unbutton her blouse. "God, I need to
get off so badly," she thought, as she tugged her
shirttails out and let her blouse fall to the floor.
The skirt was next, easily shed because of its side
zipper. She then reached behind herself and undid her
bra clasps, shrugging it to the floor, with her large
brown nipples slowly becoming erect in the cold, air-
conditioned loft. Now clad only in panties (she hated
hose, and with her dark skin, rarely needed them
anyway), she climbed onto the futon, turned on her
reading light, and quickly turned to Chapter 3.
Lying on her back, and holding the book in her left
hand, she let the fingertips of her right hand slowly
drift over the center of her ribcage, being careful not
to touch anything too sensitive. Sari has always taken
a long time to "warm up" (although once she got there,
it was a long time before she calmed down, too), and
she usually preferred to have some visual stimulation
instead of her own imagination. Even with the mood she
was in, she would need at least ten minutes of self-
executed foreplay before she was truly ready to get
herself off.
As the story of Jenny and Claire's now-familiar after-
school romp unfolded, Sari was reminded, as she usually
was, of the summer night two year's previous, when she
and Julie had first taken the plunge. She remembered
that she was in a similar mood then as now, and with
Julie always up for adventure (and a few misplaced
cocktails from her dad's bar), the girls had spent
several uninterrupted hours exploring one another's
bodies. Subsequent to that evening, if the mood was
right, they would be at it again. They were not in
anything like a "relationship"; they simply would get
one another off if the mood was right.
Sari's daydream was interrupted by her favorite passage
in the book, where Jenny talked Claire into taking off
her shirt and bra, and Jenny slowly stroked Claire's
nipples. Sari found Claire's reluctance to be
incredibly hot. The way Claire's curiosity overcame her
doubts, eventually giving in to her body's urges...
fantastic.
Mimicking the book, Sari's fingers stroked her own
nipples, teasing them to their full length. Her hips
involuntarily began to gyrate. She was very much
enjoying herself! As Jenny talked Claire into removing
all of her clothing, Sari removed her panties and
spread her legs. With her fingers drifting over her
thighs, Sari read how Jenny, without removing her gaze
from Claire's, knelt in front of Claire and began to
lick her way up her best friend's thighs. Claire could
probably feel Jenny's hot breath as she parted Claire's
legs further and drove her tongue into Claire's...
Not being able to take much more, Sari tossed the book
aside and slid one trembling finger over her wet pussy.
She let out a low groan, retraced her finger's path,
then picked up the pace. As her finger played with her
aroused clit, Sari again pictured Mark, imagining that
she had found a way to corner him in a dark supply
closet. She imagined how she would fall to her knees,
remove his pants and jockey's, then take his throbbing
cock between her wet lips. Oh how she longed to suck
his cock!
While she would dig her fingers into his muscled ass,
he would drive his hot cock deep into her mouth,
leaving her with no doubt that he intended to shoot his
whole load, right there, right then, into her hot, wet,
waiting mouth. With her orgasm nearly on her, she
imagined Mark picking her up and placing her on the
work table. Standing next to the table, he might first
tease her by telling her to beg for it while slapping
his thick cock on her pussy. And beg for it should
would, pleading with him to give her the cock she had
fantasized about many times.
Just as she pictured his cock entering her, her orgasm
hit, rocking her body with waves of pleasure. Her back
arched and her huge tits trembled as the force shook
her body. A loud groan escaped her as the sensation
subsided, and she tried to catch her breath. "That was
awesome," she thought, "but only the first of what I
need this evening."
She lay on her futon a while longer, drifting in and
out of sleep and generally thinking no great thoughts,
when a key turning in the front door brought her to
full attention. "Hello?" called out a woman's voice.
"Chris," thought Sari. Sari was not worried about Chris
"catching her" at her activity, because Chris almost
never came up to the loft. "How was your day," Sari
called out, not particularly concerned with the answer.
"Oh, Christ, it sucked," said Chris. The sound of her
heels on the wood floor indicated that she was heading
to the kitchen. On hands and knees, Sari crawled to the
two-foot wall separating the edge of the loft from the
area below.
"Oh yeah? What happened," she asked.
"Well, first of all..." began Chris, but Sari, who had
propped her head on the ledge (so that Chris could only
see her face) wasn't really listening. Instead, she was
very much distracted by Chris' shapely calf as she
strained to reach something on the top shelf of the
kitchen cabinet.
"Wow, she has been working out," thought Sari. Next,
her eyes were drawn to Chris' large breasts, which
pressed firmly against her blouse as she finally
reached the pasta. "... you know?" asked Chris, waiting
for some response from her roommate, who had been
silent during the entire two minute history of her day.
"Uh, yeah, sure," said Sari, glad that she wasn't asked
for a summary of what Chris just said."
"So, anyway, I told her..." Chris went on. But Sari
went on sizing up Chris' physique, noticing the way
that her skirt clung suggestively to her ass, and the
way her heels gave her posture a seductive tilt.
Sari was sure that she had never, ever, had a sexual
thought about Chris... in her whole life, or at least,
for the three years she had known Chris. For god's
sake, she had seen Chris totally nude lots of times in
the shower, and had never once had this reaction.
Something about her outfit, or something about her
conditioning, or maybe just something about Sari's
horny state was giving Sari some very new, very nasty
thoughts.
"So, are you going out tonight," Sari asked. "Yeah, a
bunch of people from work are going out to talk about
the shit that happened today," responded Chris. "I just
stopped in for dinner." As Chris stirred dinner, Sari's
thoughts refused to subside. She was mesmerized as
Chris prepared her meal, watching as the pearls between
Chris' tits shook as she drizzled olive oil into the
boiling water.
"You going out?"
"Nah," answered Sari, "I'm just hanging around here."
As Chris bent over to look for something in a cabinet,
a very dirty idea occurred to Sari. Slowly, she lowered
her hand to her exposed pussy, and began to stroke
herself. The views of the last five minutes had her
very wet!
Now, she had masturbated in front of other people
before, both men and women, but she had never gotten
off while looking at someone who had no idea what was
going on. That, of course, was what she was doing right
now. The kinkiness of the whole thing was a big turn-
on, and Sari had to be careful not to let her breathing
give her away. Skillfully, she worked in a few well
rehearsed "uh-huh's" as Chris continued to recite the
day's exploits.
"If only she knew!" thought Sari. She began to remember
back to a time, maybe four months previously, when she
had gone in to awaken Chris on a snowy morning, only to
find the covers pulled back, and Chris' large breasts
fully exposed in the morning light.
At the time, she thought nothing of it, but now, the
image was locked in her head, fueling her activities.
"Chris has those broad, pink nipples," thought Sari, as
the image refreshed in her head, and the pace of her
finger quickened. "I'll bet they would be great to suck
on..."
"Aw, shit," called out Chris from below. "If I eat in
this blouse, I might get sauce all over it and ruin
it." Chris turned to face the loft (to avoid the
windows) and began to unbutton her shirt. "God, its too
good to be true," thought Sari, as Chris unbuttoned her
shirt and carefully removed it, hanging it on the back
of a chair. She stood in the kitchen, in her bra, skirt
and heels, reading the day's mail.
"Nice bra," called out Sari, admiring Chris' light
lavender, D cup bra.
"This old thing?" asked Chris, as she held out the
straps to show it better (thereby exposing more of her
gorgeous, firm tits), "you've seen it hanging in the
bathroom before."
"Yeah, but it looks good on you," said Sari, fearing
just as she said it that she had said too much.
Scrunching up her face a bit and shooting Sari a
puzzled, frowning look, Chris said "thanks, I think,"
and went back to finish making her dinner.
Fearing that any more conversation would give away
either her thoughts or her actions, Sari laid back
down, flat on the floor of the loft, and set about to
finish the task at hand, while Chris began to eat her
dinner. The images she had just seen aroused her
greatly, and put into her mind all kinds of wicked
thoughts.
Unfortunately, Chris had never displayed any indication
that she might have any interest in the whole "girl on
girl" thing. On the few occasions when she had
accidentally interrupted Sari and Julie while they were
having sex with one another in the loft, she would
dismiss them with an "oh, god, you guys, knock it off"
and lock herself into her bedroom. A tough façade, but
damn, if Sari could only crack it...
Sari's breathing became more labored as she continued
to finger her wet pussy, the second orgasm of the
evening approaching while her roommate ate dinner,
obliviously, only feet away. Chris continued to try to
establish a conversation and ask occasional questions,
and Sari did her best to answer them without arousing
suspicion.
Finally, just as she was imagining Chris, seated on the
bathroom sink, with Sari kneeling in front of her and
licking her hot pussy, her second orgasm hit. She made
every effort not to make a sound, but a bit of a
"glfph" escaped her mouth. "You all right," asked
Chris. "Uh, yeah, just reading something," called back
Sari, as she caught her breath. God, that was hot!
Sari crawled back to her futon as Chris finished her
meal, redressed, and prepared to go out for the
evening. The girls exchanged some good-byes as Chris
left the apartment. "What just happened," Sari asked
herself, as she was alone with her thoughts. She had
just sexualized someone whom she had never thought of
as sexual before. Chris' apparent repulsion at girl-
girl relations had previously been a huge turn-off; an
indication that Chris' uppity attitude extended to all
of life's pleasures.
Now, however, it seemed more like an alluring
challenge. Had Sari's own horny state made her misread
Chris' disposition? Or, had Chris sent mixed signals,
seeming to luxuriate in the fact that she was stripping
in front of her roommate? The thought of what would
have happened if Chris found out that Sari was
masturbating while talking to her sent shivers up
Sari's spine. How awkward would that be? Unless Chris
was expanding her horizons...
Just as that happy thought entered her mind, she heard
another key in the door. "Hello," called out another
female voice. It was Julie, her other roommate,
returning from her waitress gig (and, from her delay in
coming home and loud speech, likely also after a few
drinks). "Hey, what's up," said Sari, covering her
still-naked body with a sheet. "Nothing," replied
Julie, "just out for a few cocktails with the guys from
work. God, that Jeff is hot. And he was sitting right
across from me." Sari could hear Julie's heels on the
metal steps as she climbed up into the loft. "But, as
usual, he wanted to go over to his girlfriend's house.
That bitch. He doesn't know what he's missing."
As Julie arrived at the landing of the loft and moved
closed to Sari's futon, she noticed two things. First,
Sari's large, brown nipples were very erect, easily
visible through the two large peaks in the thin sheet.
Second, the book "Jenny Comes Around" was lying where
Sari had haphazardly tossed it, next to the futon.
"Doing a little reading," asked Julie with a sly wink,
looking at the book.
Sari, having forgotten all about the book during her
travails with Chris, looked over the edge of the futon
and, spying the book, blushed heavily (or, at least as
much as her medium brown skin would allow her to
blush). "So, let me guess," Julie teased, as she began
to unbutton her blouse, "were you reading about how
Jenny sucked off the milkman?"
"No," said Sari, in a timid, slightly embarrassed
voice.
"Well then, was it the chapter where she takes on the
football team," asked Julie, full well knowing the
answer.
Julie pulled her blouse off and let it casually fall to
the floor, revealing a lacy black camisole that set off
her milk-white skin to perfection.
"Uh, no," replied Sari, wishing she had the power to
look away from the sexy show being put on by her
roommate.
"Well then," continued Julie suggestively, as she
tugged the camisole over her head, displaying her pert
tits, "surely, being the good girl that you are, you
wouldn't read that nasty chapter about the two horny
girls getting each other off, would you?"
"Well..." said Sari, not really knowing what to say,
but knowing that her roommate's coy seduction had her
to the point where she would do anything Julie wanted.
"I see," said Julie, as she sat on the edge of Sari's
futon, "and did that get you aroused?" While she said
it, she slowly began to pull the sheet off of Sari's
chest, letting the cotton gently stimulate Sari's erect
nipples.
"Mmmm-hmmmm," replied Sari breathily, enjoying both the
feeling of the sheet on her skin and the anticipation
of what was to come.
"So, what did you do about that," asked the half-naked
Julie, as she finished exposing Sari's large breasts.
"I touched myself," came the reply.
"Like this?" Julie asked, as her fingers lightly
caressed Sari's nipples.
"Yeessss..." Sari responded, closing her eyes and
arching her back, basking in Julie's gentle, prodding
touch. Over the previous two years, Julie had become
well accustomed to Sari's need to be brought along
slowly, and she was more than happy to oblige.
"Where else did you touch yourself?" asked Julie.
"Down here," came the reply softly, as Sari began to
slowly finger her pussy under the sheets.
"Show me," commanded Julie.
Silently, Sari pulled the sheet away, revealing her
left hand between her legs, slowly massaging her very
wet slit. "You look very wet. Tsk, tsk, what are we
going to do about that" queried Julie, as she pushed
Sari's fingers away and replaced them with her own.
Slowly, methodically, she began to masturbate Sari.
Sari responded as Julie knew she would: head thrown
back, she ground her pussy into her friend's hand,
straining to feel every sensation that Julie's finger
could offer. After several minutes, Julie leaned down,
softly kissed Sari's bent knee, and began to work her
tongue down Sari's firm thigh. Sari accommodated her by
spreading her legs wide, and Julie repositioned herself
on the futon with her head directly between Sari's
legs.
Just as Julie zeroed in on her wet slit, Sari looked
down to see the face of her best friend, eyes closed,
pink tongue extended, moving steadily toward her pussy.
"Oh, man, she's hot," thought Sari, as Julie extended
her tongue and give a quick flick. Both girls
simultaneously let out a "ungh," and Julie exclaimed
"Man, you are wet!" Julie spread Sari's pussy lips and
rhythmically focused on Sari's exposed clit, feeling
Sari's thigh muscles contract around her with each
stroke. Functioning like one, the two girls continued
on for several minutes just like that, with Sari's hip
movements becoming more insistent, and Julie doing her
best to hold tight to her friend's legs.
As Sari drew closer to orgasm, Julie slowly slid two
fingers into her, rotating them in a way that
contrasted with the up-and-down movements of her
tongue. Sari took one last look at the site of her
friend eating her pussy before she groaned loudly and
orgasmed.
As Sari caught her breath, Julie sat upright and said,
"Well, now, I think you have some work to do yourself."
"Nah," said Sari, playfully slapping her friend on the
leg, "I'm not in the mood."
"Like hell you're not!" exclaimed Julie, as she spread
her own legs wide and elevated her hips, affording Sari
an excellent view of her thin, near-white pubic hair
and glistening pink pussy.
"Now get down there and eat me good, or I'll use 'Mr.
Wiggley' on you!"
Mr. Wiggley was a fat 10" black rubber cock that Julie
had received as a gift for her 17th birthday. Although
meant as a gag gift, Julie had quickly found out that
Mr. Wiggley was just what she needed to get herself
off. Unfortunately, Sari was built a good deal smaller
than Julie, and try as they might, Sari was never been
able to get the rubber cock into herself. However, she
very much enjoyed it when she watched Julie get herself
off with it.
Smiling broadly at Julie's threat, Sari threw her dark
hair over her shoulder and headed directly for Julie's
pussy. Sari always felt a bit guilty about the
relationship, as she usually took a long time to reach
orgasm, while Julie generally would cum with less than
two minutes of oral stimulation. Nonetheless, as long
as they both got off, Sari figured there was no reason
to complain. Besides, Julie seemed to genuinely enjoy
eating pussy, and it seemed to arouse her in ways few
others things could.
Sari set directly about her task, starting with a long
lick from the base of Julie's pussy up and over her
clit. Julie too was quite well lubricated, and her
scent quickly coated Sari's face. Unlike Sari, Julie
was quite vocal during sex, and this evening was no
exception. "Yeah, that's it, oh God yeah, do it, yeah,
eat me, eat my pussy, suck my clit, yeah, God yeah, eat
my cunt," urged Julie.
Sari was reminded of the last visit of Julie's
boyfriend, where both Sari and Chris (and, possibly,
several neighbors) were treated to ten minutes of
"Yeah, fuck that pussy, fuck it," and similar
entreaties. On occasion, Julie's comments amused Sari,
as they seemed to come directly from some B grade porn
film. On other occasions, Sari found the explicit
taunting to be quite erotic. In her current horny
state, Julie's spicy language gave Sari additional
encouragement to finish with a flourish.
"Yeah, eat it, eat my pussy, lick it, God you love
eating pussy, don't you?" asked Julie as Sari continued
to lick her clit. She had to admit, she did.
Ever since she had first explored her bisexuality with
Julie, Sari had found herself equally turned on by men
and women. Clearly, the experience with both was
different, and men (particularly men around her age)
were usually more insistent, while women liked to,
well, linger a little longer. But, each had a place in
Sari's fantasies, and she was intent to fulfill as many
of them as she could.
Sari could tell that Julie was getting close now, and
she pushed her tongue's motion into overdrive. Julie
responded as Sari knew she would, becoming more verbal
and arching her butt off of the futon. In a matter of
moments, it was over, and Julie was left to collect her
breath (and senses) while Sari repositioned the
pillows, preparing to settle in for some mindless TV
before bedtime.
Barely had the two girls settled onto the futon to
relax when they heard a key being fumbled into their
front door. "Way too early for Chris to be home,"
thought Sari, as whomever it was finally managed to get
the key in the door and open it with a loud "thud" as
it hit the door stop. "Hello?" called out Sari, a bit
apprehensive about whom it might be.
"Fuckin-A, those guys suck." It was Chris, apparently
suffering from the effects of a few too many drinks.
"What's going on?" asked Sari.
"Those guys wanted to go karaoke, and they know I hate
it, but they went anyway, so I just came home. God, I
hate it when they cut me out like that." Chris slammed
her keys down on the hallway table, and from the sound
of her feet on the floor, was in the process of once
again removing her evening's attire.
"What are you guys up to?" asked Chris, somewhat
rudely.
Sari and Julie looked at one another, and Sari let out
a loud snort.
"Oh, God, you guys," called out Chris, with her usual
measure of disdain.
"Hey, don't knock it 'til you tried it," called out
Sari, fully expecting to hear Chris slam her bedroom
door and turn up the stereo to block out the sounds of
her amorous roommates.
Instead, what she heard startled her. Rather than
storming away, it sounded like Chris was coming up the
circular metal stairs, to the loft. Julie (who always
had an odd fear of Chris' judgments) scrambled to her
futon and dove under the covers before Chris hit the
top step. Walking over to Sari's futon, Chris (who,
indeed, had shed her blouse, skirt and heels) said,
"Well, maybe I'd like to, but you guys never invite
me."
"We never what?" asked Sari, with some disbelief. "You
know, you never make me feel welcome, you never want me
to be part of your fun. You guys sit up here and do
your stuff, and exclude me, and yeah, it hurts." Sari
noted that it looked like Chris had been crying.
"Well, you never showed any interest, so we figured
that you didn't want to, you know, want to..."
"Yeah, well, maybe you figured wrong. At least, it
would be nice to feel like I belonged," answered Chris,
with a sniffle as she placed her hands on her hips.
Sari again noted how striking Chris' figure had become
with her exercise. The light lavender panties (a
matched set with the bra, of course) gently hugged the
curve of her ass, and with one leg stuck out in front
of the other, she looked both vulnerable and highly
sexual.
"OK, well, come here," said Sari, somewhat awkwardly,
sitting on the side of the futon and patting a spot
next to her. She allowed the sheet to fall away from
her large breasts, and her nipples, although a bit
sensitive from the workout they had already received
that evening, once again arose to the task. Chris gave
another sniffle and, with one last curious glance,
walked over to the futon and sat down next to Sari.
"OK, so, like, what do we do," asked Chris, with an
embarrassed, self-effacing laugh. Now that she had been
accepted, she had no clue as to the next step.
"Well, why don't you just sit and enjoy yourself for a
minute," said Sari, as she slowly leaned over and
kissed Chris' ear.
Chris smiled and looked nervously at the floor. Sari's
next kiss was a bit lower, on Chris' exposed neck.
Unsure of how she should respond, Chris shrugged her
shoulders and looked away. Sari ended Chris' confusion
by turning Chris' chin towards her and planting a wet,
open-mouthed kiss on her. Still quite nervous, Chris
tentatively allowed Sari's tongue to explore the
insides of her mouth, before responding by pressing her
own tongue into Sari's willing mouth.
The kiss was nice, long, and very unexpected. Chris'
initial hesitation soon gave way to a very accepting
posture. With her right hand, Sari gently stroked
Chris' flat stomach, lightly brushing the bottom of
Chris' lavender bra. For a while, neither girl made any
advancement, content with the kiss.
Finally, realizing that she could be there all night if
she waited for Chris to make a move, Sari reached over,
gently grabbed Chris' arm, and slid her hand down to
Chris' hand. Without breaking the kiss, Sari moved
Chris' hand over to her own right breast. At first,
Chris didn't respond, seemingly content to allow her
hand to feel Sari's smooth skin and hard brown nipple
pulsing under her palm. Gradually, she lifted her hand,
and softly rolled her fingertips over Sari's erect
nipple, springing it to its full height.
"Mmmmm," Sari murmured, as much out of pleasure as an
effort to encourage Chris' explorations. Chris then
began pinching and gently stroking Sari's nipple. Her
efforts were having the desired effect, as Sari was
getting very wet, and very excited. Unlike sex with
Julie, which was more about achieving orgasms as
quickly as possible, this was about establishing trust
and breaking through barriers.
Sari then broke the kiss and, noticing that Chris' eyes
were closed, lifted her chest with a heavy inhale and
began pulling Chris' head closer to her bosom. Chris
needed little encouragement, extending her pink tongue
and licking a wet, zig-zagging trail down Sari's
glowing brown skin.
When she reached Sari's nipple, she let out her own
soft groan of pleasure and pulled Sari's entire nipple
into her mouth. Sari thought about how closely the
scene matched her own fantasy of a few hours earlier.
The sight of her very hot, sometimes uppity roommate
working hard to pleasure her big tits was satisfying on
a variety of levels. With a free hand, Chris played
with Sari's free nipple, and for a while, Sari felt as
those they were the only two people in the world.
For a while, anyway. Sari's attention was drawn to a
movement across the shadowy loft. It was somewhat hard
to see, but it looked like Julie, tucked under her
covers for all except her head, was watching the two of
them, eyes wide open! Even more startling, Sari could
see that the sheets were pulsing up and down near
Julie's shoulder. Julie was getting herself off while
she watched Sari and Chris!
Knowing that Julie was watching turned Sari on even
more. She reached around Chris' back, found the clasp
to her bra, and undid it, letting it fall away from
her. Her hands then moved underneath Chris, finding her
hanging breasts. Sari was impressed by how heavy they
felt in her hands. Much larger than Julie's, indeed,
much larger than those of any woman she had been with,
Sari playfully stroked Chris' hard nipples.
She was reminded of her father's Playboy magazines, how
she would look forward to the arrival of a new magazine
in the mail. Then, when no one was home, she would put
on shorts and a tee shirt and, sitting on the living
room couch (to see if anyone was coming home), she
would masturbate while thumbing through the pages. The
women that she liked the best were always those with
the largest breasts, as she envisioned what it would be
like to be with them. Now, she was in bed with a woman
built just like those models.
Pulling Chris' head gently away from her breast, Sari
looked her directly in the eye and asked "are you ready
to move on?" Not entirely sure what Sari meant, Julie
bluffed "uh, yeah, sure." Sari eased herself back so
that she could sit up and lean against the back wall
(to get a better view of what was to come). She then
slid the sheet from over her completely naked legs.
Chris stared directly at Sari's exposed pussy, unsure
of what to do next.
"Here," said Sari, as she took Chris' hand and placed
it high up on her thigh. Very nervously, Chris began to
stroke Sari's firm thigh, still staring at her pussy.
"Don't be afraid to touch me," encouraged Sari,
spreading her legs wider so as not to leave any doubt
about what she was saying.
Cautiously, Chris slid her middle finger over Sari's
wet slit. Chris' touch sent a shiver up Sari's spine.
Unfortunately, Chris was sitting at an awkward angle,
and it made it quite difficult for her to move her hand
freely over Sari's sex.
Trying to find a way to move things along without
scaring Chris off, Sari suggested "why don't you kiss
it."
"Oh, God, really?" asked Chris, now very unsure of what
to do. Sari gently stroked the side of Chris' face, and
pulled her closer. Chris, in somewhat of a trance state
and still clearly feeling the effects of the evening's
alcohol, responded in kind, moving her head lower,
between Sari's thighs.
"I really don't know what to do," said Chris, in a
somewhat pleading voice. "I've never done this before."
"Relax," said Sari, trying to comfort her friend (and
not about to be denied head from her!). "Just pretend
that I am you... how would you like to be touched?"
"Well, I don't... I don't really... see, I never...
well..." stammered Chris, poised a foot away from
Sari's waiting pussy. Then, just when Sari thought that
she was going to back out, Chris lowered her head and,
taking a deep breath, extended her tongue to Sari's
pussy and began to lick it.
Oh, the sensation! Just as she had found Claire's
hesitation in the book to be a total turn-on, so now
too did she find Chris' inexperience and resulting
reluctance to be highly erotic. Knowing that Chris had
never done this before, but had decided to do so now,
with her, turned Sari on greatly. What Chris may have
lacked in technique, she more than made up for with
unexplored possibility.
Unfortunately, being her first time, Chris' technique
was sorely lacking, resulting in a somewhat mechanical
process. "Like paint by numbers compared to an artist's
brushstrokes," Sari would later comment. Sari's efforts
to offer encouragement or direction also fell on deaf
ears. Nonetheless, the combination of her own horny
state, Chris' inexperience, and the fact that Julie was
watching with a purpose all combined to raise Sari's
level of arousal. After several minutes, Chris fell
into a groove of slow upward and downward strokes that
suited Sari just fine.
She closed her eyes, rocked her hips to the beat of
Chris' tongue on her wet pussy, and told herself this
was it. She had finally conquered Chris, who was now
hungrily lapping away at her pussy. Shifting her
fingers to her own swelling tits to tweak her enlarged
nipples, Sari urged on Chris, warning her that she was
about to cum. No sooner did she say it than she felt a
rush of blood to her head and the fourth and strongest
orgasm of the evening hit her. To her credit, Chris
continued her ministrations throughout the whole
process, only backing off when Sari grabbed her hair
and gently pulled her away.
Sari spent several moments catching her breath, then
opened her eyes to see Chris blankly staring off into
space. "What's wrong," asked Sari, curious to know
whether her roommate felt guilt, or alarm, or just the
effects of too much alcohol. "Wow, I never thought that
I would do that," responded Chris, still unable to
shake off her stupor.
"Well, I know something that will bring you around,"
said Sari, moving onto the floor and gently pushing
Chris onto her back on the futon. She had separated
Chris' legs and had just gotten her panties off of her
feet (noticing that Chris was clean shaven, a very rare
occurrence in those days) before Chris pulled away
"No, you don't understand," answered Chris. "I don't...
like girls. I mean, I like girls, but I don't like...
them touching me. Like that, I mean. I don't even like
guys touching me like that. Too... dirty. I don't know,
too... intimate." Sari cocked her head out of
curiosity, meeting the eyes of Julie, still buried
under a sheet, wearing a similar look. "So, uh, what do
you like," asked Sari, unsure of where the conversation
was headed.
"Well, I like... guys. Like, you know... I like... I
like cocks, OK? I mean, I like them a whole lot. Ever
since my first boyfriend, that's the only thing I think
about... getting fucked, and having some guys' hard
cock in me. Sometimes at work, I just stare into space
for 10 or 15 minutes, thinking about having a nice big
cock to play with, and getting so aroused and
frustrated that I don't know what to do. Now, you
haven't got a big cock for me, have you?" Chris asked
facetiously. With a sigh, she rolled onto her side, and
continued to stare into space.
Sari, a bit dumbfounded, simply stared at Chris. She
obviously hadn't been born with a cock, big or
otherwise, and she didn't really know how else to
respond. Just as she was formulating an argument that
Chris should let her try oral sex, that maybe it would
be different with a woman, a loud thump hit the floor
next to her. She looked down to see Mr. Wiggley, all
10" of him, resting next to her calf. Julie, seeing
Chris' dilemma, had reached under her bed to her "toy
box," scooped up the huge black cock, and heaved it
toward Sari, without ever alerting Chris to the fact
that she was awake.
Carefully, Sari reached under the futon, and drew out a
small bottle of baby oil that she kept there for a
variety of obvious reasons. She held the rubber cock
out in front of her and drizzled the scented oil onto
its veined, black surface. Surprisingly, Chris still
had not looked up, lost in her own thoughts. Silently,
Sari smeared the oil on the cock, giving a fairly
effective handjob. Finally, when the cock was well
lubricated, Sari said softly "well, what do you think
of this?"
Slowly, Chris turned her head. Her eyes bulged when she
say the monster rubber shaft clutched in Sari's hand.
"Where did you guys get that?" asked Chris, correctly
surmising that anything that lewd had to involve Julie
as well as Sari.
"Oh, we've had it for a while," Sari said coolly. "It
comes in handy, ya know?"
"God, do you guys use it," asked Chris, still not
seemingly believing what she was seeing.
"Sure we do; you thought all we had up here were
tongues and fingers," teased Sari, as she waived the
large cock in front of Chris' eyes.
"C'mon, let me try it," said Chris, now completely over
her lethargy and fully engaged in the task at hand. She
tried to grab it from Sari, but Sari pulled it away.
"Not so fast," cautioned Sari, moving Chris' hand away
from the cock. "I still owe you, you know? Let's see
how this works..."
With that, Sari directed Chris to lie with her back on
the futon, with her butt right at the edge of the
mattress, and her feet planted on the floor, and one
leg on either side of Sari. Sari lowered the cock and
held it facing outward from her pubic bone, mimicking a
large cock.
"So, do you want it?" asked Sari, gently rubbing the
head of the cock against Chris' bare slit.
"Oh God yeah, this is so dirty, but yeah, do it,"
panted Chris, lost in her lust to get fucked. Needing
no further encouragement, Sari slid the head of the
large cock into her roommate. It disappeared silently
into her very wet slit. "Oh God, it's big," said Chris,
spreading her legs further to allow greater access.
"Keep going."
Sari shoved her hips forward, moving the hard rubber
cock 5 or 6 inches into Chris. "Christ, go easy, will
ya" asked Chris, not quite ready for Sari's enthusiasm.
"Sorry," said Sari, withdrawing the cock until its head
slid out. Sari was amazed at how easily she was able to
get the entire rubber shaft into Chris' pussy. "How's
this?" asked Sari, slowly thrusting her hips for a
second attempt at penetrating Chris.
"Unh, umph, good..." said Chris somewhat cautiously,
feeling the bulbous head of the cock stretching her
deep inside. Inch by inch, Mr. Wiggley disappeared
silently into Chris, until Sari's hand, still holding
the base of the cock, was pressed up firmly into Chris'
pussy lips.
"Is that good?" asked Sari, trying to gauge how Chris
had accepted the big cock.
"Yeah, it's good," replied Chris, her eyes tightly
shut, still trying to get a feel for having the large
device inside her. "Start moving it in and out." As
requested, Sari began to rock her hips, pulling the
cock out and sliding it back in, still unsure of
whether Chris was enjoying or tolerating the
experience. Gradually, Chris' breathing began to
increase. Her eyes were still shut very tightly, but
whatever she was imagining, it clearly was having the
desired effect. Sari noticed a flush coming over Chris'
chest.
At that moment, Sari heard a noise behind her. She
turned her head to see that Julie had moved from under
the sheets, and was now sitting on the edge of her
futon, with her legs splayed wide apart. One hand was
separating her wet pussy lips, and with her other hand,
she was very vigorously frigging her clit, obviously
excited to see Sari fucking their roommate with her
toy.
"Mmmmmm... yeah do it, give it to me," murmured Chris,
bringing Sari's attention back to the task at hand.
Sari's firm ass cheeks came in handy as she picked up
her pace a bit, finding a comfortable rhythm and
grinding the stiff cock into Chris. With each thrust,
Sari's firm brown tits shook, jolting from the
collision of Sari into Chris.
At that moment, Sari could fully understand how a guy
felt during sex... the feel of controlling the tempo,
of watching the steady, measured response brought in
reaction to each thrust. Chris' hands extended to her
sides, her fingernails digging into the sheets, pulling
them towards her. Sari started thrusting a bit harder,
letting her hand slap into Chris' pussy, bringing the
weight of her hips down onto Chris with each thrust. In
turn, Chris became more aroused, her breath coming in
labored bursts, and her large nipples erecting fully.
Finally, the hot scene was too much for Julie to take
in silence. "God, that's hot," said Julie, not caring
whether Chris knew she was being watched or not. "Fuck
it into her tight cunt. Give it to her. Fuck that wet
pussy." Rather than being embarrassed by Julie's
comments, Chris seemed to become more aroused, letting
go of the sheets and grabbing her nipples, giving each
a long pull, and bucking her hips to meet Sari's
thrust.
"God, I can't believe I'm doing this," she moaned,
looking Julie directly in the eye. "Sari is fucking me,
and you're watching. Are you getting off?" she asked,
as much turned on by asking the question as she would
by the answer.
"Yeah, I'm totally gonna cum," replied Julie, lying
back on the futon to finish herself off, leaving Chris
with an excellent view of her wispy white pubic hair
and very reddened slit.
Finally, the sight of the buxom Sari and her large
rubber cock, coupled with the sight of Julie, totally
oblivious to the two, furiously rubbing herself, was
too much for Chris. Her orgasm came with virtually no
warning, gripping her whole body and forcing her to let
out a very erotic shriek.
The noise startled Sari, who nonetheless continued her
assault on Chris' wide-open pussy. Chris' thighs
clenched tightly around Sari, and she rode out her
orgasms with the rubbed cock buried to the hilt in her
pussy, still rocking her hips.
When Chris was clearly over the moment, Sari pulled Mr.
Wiggley from Chris' raw pussy, and casually let it drop
to the carpet. Once again, Chris had rolled over on her
side, almost in a fetal position. Silently, Sari
climbed onto the futon and, putting an arm around
Chris, gently began kissing the back of her ear.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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