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Lab Partners
by SueNH (1997)
***
As I sat in the darkness of my room, listening to the
soft laughter and muted conversation drifting down the
hallway, I found myself pondering the strange and
exciting progression of events that had led to this
moment... (MF, rom)
***
Wayne and I had been room-mates since our undergrad
days. It started off as a random assignment in the dorm
lottery, but it worked so well that when it came time
to move off-campus, it made sense to lease a house
together. We had been lab partners in lower division
studies, research partners in graduate work, and now
having both been recruited by the same biotech start-
up, we found ourselves sharing a lab once again. Over
the course of several years, Wayne and I became good
friends, almost like brothers. Kinda hard not to when
you spend almost every conscious moment together.
So it was probably normal to wonder what would change
when Sue joined the research project.
She came on-line about 3 months ago. Since I had poured
so much personal time and effort into this project, it
would not have been unusual for me to be skeptical
about her - or anyone's - ability to meaningfully
contribute. Wayne later said he felt the same, almost
even feeling territorial about the work we had done.
But to be honest, her research abilities never crossed
my mind when the administrator introduced her... the
badge on her lab coat may have said 'Dr.', but the way
she filled it out was shouting 'woman'. And I was
listening.
Sue set aside my professional concerns pretty quickly.
Within a week she was up to speed on the project, and
within another week she was making a real difference.
It was a good match - Wayne is very hands-on, I'm very
theoretical, and Sue is enough of both to be able to
help make things move forward. Within a month we were a
solid team, working together in the lab, and having
fun.
Yes, definitely having fun. That was an element that
Sue contributed all on her own. With a musical laugh, a
mischievous personality, and a teasing playfulness, we
definitely had more fun in the lab. She had made it
very clear at the beginning that she would not be
getting involved with anyone she worked with -
something about keeping her fantasy life and her real
life well separated. But that never kept her from
displaying her femininity... or us from noticing it.
For one thing, she almost never wears a bra.
It's fairly obvious, even through a lab coat, that she
doesn't need to, but I don't think that's the whole
reason. I think she really enjoys being a little bit of
a tease, a little bit of a exhibitionist, and if Wayne
or I happened to be faced with a panorama of cleavage
while she leaned over to study the latest computer run,
well, that seemed to be all right with Sue. If her lab-
coat fell open and uncovered her long tanned legs to
view, she didn't seem to mind us viewing. And it was
always a treat to be in the clean-room with her, where
the chilled air encouraged her nipples to harden under
my eager gaze.
At first, Wayne and I tried to keep things professional
in the lab. Sure, we'd have a good laugh at home about
the idea of peeking down her blouse like schoolboys.
And I'm sure each of us was fantasizing about just
exactly what was under that lab coat, and what we would
do it she were to share it with one or the other of us.
I know I was - I had some full-on raging Technicolor
fantasies, with Sue as the star. But as fun as it was
to daydream while gazing at a beautiful woman across
the room, none of that seemed like it was ever going to
go anywhere.
Until Wayne made the connection.
Wayne had discovered alt.sex.stories one day while
surfing the net, and showed some of the stories to me.
Some of them were pretty bizarre, but there was one
author that I liked. In fact, more than once I found
myself quietly printing out a copy of one of her
stories, and heading off to the men's room to read
through a favorite passage one-handed. I suspect Wayne
was doing the same. Hell, how could any man not be lit
up by those stories? It became almost a daily ritual to
scan the newsgroup to see if there was a new offering
from "S...@aol.com".
It never occurred to us that Sue-on-the-net might be
Sue-from-work until "Sue's Overture" hit the wire.
Wayne brought it home, and with a big grin on his face
read it out loud: very blond (check) 5'9", about 120,
pretty slim (check) straight hair, hangs to just above
her breasts (check) half-cantaloupe size tits (check)
nipples long and hard, with sort of a squared-off end
(check, check - hey, I've studied those for hours at a
time).
All the way through the whole post, the author's self-
description confirmed what we could see, and fleshed
out my fantasies of what I couldn't see. With an
incredulous laugh, Wayne said "so that's what she does
in her spare time!"
Of course, confirming it might be touchy. Does one just
come out and ask, "are you the one who's writing those
stories I beat off to every day"? No, something about
that doesn't seem right. Neither one of us really ever
had the nerve to broach the subject directly, but
eventually we managed to drop enough hints and load
enough questions with innuendo, she came right out and
asked if we had seen her stories.
And she was really interested in talking about them. In
hindsight it shouldn't have been a surprise. Those
wonderfully erotic images could not have come from a
woman who was not in touch with her own desires. She
was fascinated by the fact that her words on a screen
had resulted in real live throbbing hard-ons. She was
interested in knowing which scenarios and descriptions
had turned each of us on. And through the conversation
something was happening that was almost like watching a
butterfly emerge from a cocoon... before our eyes her
professional veneer peeled away, leaving an
unobstructed view into the very blue eyes of a very
exciting woman. And as she described her thoughts, her
fantasies, her deepest desires, it became clear she was
excited, too.
Things changed in our lab. Subtly, but definitely. The
playfulness was still there, the teasing was still
there. Perhaps it was just more out in the open.
Pressing against each other in the lab was no longer so
innocent - it seemed as though she were consciously and
deliciously pressing herself against one or the other
of us, part of her teasing, yet another part of her
stoking her own arousal with the knowledge of ours. Our
minds were still focused on our project goals, but our
bodies were acutely aware of the sexual tension that
lingered in the room, the promise of pleasure left
unfulfilled
I also noticed that Sue's style of dress went through
some subtle changes. No longer simply casual, yet not
outwardly provocative, her attire was inviting and
revealing in a soft and seductive way. Her lab coat was
almost never buttoned any longer, and the skirts and
blouses she wore beneath seemed deliberately chosen to
display her charms. Wrap-around skirts that flew open
as she walked, exposing a long lovely expanse of leg; a
hint of white lace in the v-neck of a sweater,
delicately framing her slender neck and accentuating
the swell of her breasts.
One day she wore a simple scoop-neck white blouse that
seemed molded to those wonderful mounds, and as she
walked by the pale skin surrounding her cleavage danced
and jiggled in an almost irresistible way. I had to
fight not to grab her around the waist and bury my head
in her bosom and inhale her.
Oh, and the topics she chose to talk about...
I suspect that if we had asked her some of the
questions we got, she'd have grounds for a sexual
harassment complaint. But she seemed to enjoy watching
us squirm when she asked what things we like to have
women do, or what it felt like to come in a woman's
mouth. She asked which of her stories we liked, and
why. She asked if either of us had ever had a group
experience, or if the two of us had ever shared a
woman. Mostly, it seemed that she wanted to know what
it felt like to be a man, and what it felt like to make
love to a woman.
She never quite got around to saying that the no-
coworkers rule had been rescinded, but when Wayne asked
her if she would help him celebrate on his birthday,
Sue smiled and said yes.
The silence from the other room pulled me out of my
daydream. No more soft sounds wafting down the hallway,
only the crackle of the logs in the fireplace. I
wondered how long I had been lost in my thoughts.
Thinking that they had left, I wandered towards the
living room... but stopped short when I realized that
they were still on the couch, only silent now. They
were sitting beside one another, he with his arm around
her waist, both gazing contentedly at the fire. Sue had
kicked her shoes off, and had her stockinged-feet on
the coffee table, legs crossed at the ankles.
This was the first time I had seen Sue outside the lab,
and I admit to being a little surprised yet again at
the way she was dressed. I'm not sure what I expected,
but this was neither the casual attire from work, nor
the sexy dress she described (and I fantasized about)
in 'The Cocktail Table'. What I saw was a beautiful
blonde woman in a simple calf-length cotton summer
dress, the kind that buttons down the front. Modest V-
neck, hint of lace here and there, hair up and off her
neck, framing her face in a halo of golden highlights.
Simple, yes, but God, what a vision.
I hesitated to step out of the hallway. I didn't want
to interrupt, and instinctively I knew that my presence
would break whatever mood was developing... and, I
suppose, much as I wanted to be a part of things, this
was, after all, to be their night, to be whatever they
wanted it to be.
I almost turned to go back to my room... but as I
started to back away, Wayne turned to say something,
and when she looked up in response, it happened. I
don't know what it was, only Wayne saw it... but
whatever he saw kept his words unsaid as he leaned down
and pressed his lips gently against hers. Her chin
lifted slightly as she stretched to meet his kiss. In
the flickering light of the fire I could see their lips
move, their mouths open as their tongues reached
tentatively out towards one another.
Wayne drew away for a moment, and as Sue opened her
eyes he met her look with a questioning expression. Her
response, delivered with a smoky smile, was to reach up
and capture Wayne in her arms, and draw him back to her
lips. No words spoken, but volumes of communication
passed through that gaze... curiosity, concern,
hesitant desire on his part... and smoldering arousal
on hers.
I had never really seen anyone 'make out' before. Sure,
I'd watched porno movies, but those never really have
any seduction in them, just sex. Part of me wondered if
they would take it 'that far', but then I recalled
Sue's no-coworkers rule, and decided that the kiss was
as far as it was going to go. Still, here were a couple
of people sharing their first kiss, a heart-achingly
real and romantic moment, full of expressions of hope
and desire. And unbeknownst to them, they were sharing
it with me. While my mind wrestled with the tableau
being painted before me in live, real-time action, I
stood watching, unable to walk away
Wayne certainly didn't need to be persuaded to
continue, that much is for sure. I certainly would have
done the same... heck, assume green light until told
otherwise, right? He returned to her lips with
enthusiasm, capturing her tongue in his mouth, nipping
gently at her lips and throat with his teeth, drawing
wet trails along her neck and shoulders with his lips.
Every once in a while he would happen across a spot
that Sue really seemed to enjoy, as evidenced by the
little gasps of pleasure that escaped from her. I
noticed that she really enjoyed when he kissed the
little hollow just behind her ear, at the top of her
neck.
I was aware, too, that his hands were no longer idle.
One hand was around her waist, and didn't have a lot of
mobility, but the other was free to roam, and was
beginning to exercise that freedom. At first he was
caressing her cheek, cupping her face in his hands.
Before too long his hand had migrated down her neck,
pausing on her shoulder before dropping, oh-so-casually
onto the upper slope of her breast. Oh, those breasts.
The soft white swell rising above the edge of her
neckline, hinting and promising at what was hidden
beneath.
I have to say, it was a very odd feeling, watching
this. So many mixed emotions running through my head. I
wanted to watch, silently, as this unfolded, careful
not to change it by my presence. I also wanted to be a
part of it. I wanted it to be me touching that glorious
skin, kissing those soft lips, and more. I was happy
for my room-mate, and jealous at the same time. And
excited. Oh, man, my blood was boiling and my cock was
starting to rise in vicarious readiness. Lacking a way
to resolve the conflict, I stood rooted in place,
silently transfixed, participating without involvement.
As if with a mind of its own, Wayne's hand continued,
slowly moving, touching, caressing, until finally it
fully covered the mound of her breast. This, for guys,
is the moment of truth: is she going to stop me? Is she
going to ignore it? We never know, and it is always an
achingly anxious moment. I have no idea how hard
Wayne's heart was beating right then... but mine was
about jumping out of my chest with anticipation, and I
was fully 6 feet away! Slowly, oh so slowly, Sue
responded in a most wonderfully affirmative way. Her
hand moved up from her side, gently touched Wayne's
hand, and then continued up to the top button on her
dress, and languidly unbuttoned it!
Moving back to his hand, Sue stroked his fingers and
gently moved them towards the new opening in the
neckline of her dress. Then when it was clear that
Wayne had found the opening, and had gotten the
message, her hand embarked an exploration of its own,
followed his arm to his shoulder, then down to his
chest
This seemed to electrify Wayne. With a soft cry of
delight, he unbuttoned two or three more buttons at the
top of Sue's dress, enough to be able to slide his hand
within, and touch the bare skin of her breast. From my
vantage point, I could see his fingers molding and
softly squeezing her tit, moving under the cloth to
find and tease her nipple. At the same time, Sue was
reaching down along his side, dropping to his waist,
looking for a way under his rugby shirt. Things were
visibly heating up, as each of them began breathing
more audibly, and sighing with pleasure at each new
discovery.
Wayne withdrew his hand, and began unbuttoning more
buttons. When he had opened 4 or 5, he was able to open
Sue's dress to her waist, and began sliding it off her
shoulder. I was surprised to see that she *had* worn a
bra. Well, not really much of a bra. Silky and lacy, in
a soft peach color, it really did more to display her
breasts than to support them.
The demi-cups were filled to capacity with the warm,
inviting swell of her tit-flesh, and her nipples were
clearly visible poking through the open lace that
rimmed each cup. As I watched, Wayne rolled the edge of
one cup down a little, and grasping her nipple between
his thumb and finger rolled it to full erectness. Sue
moaned at this intense stimulation, arching her back to
press her tit fully into his hand.
Sue seemed really impatient to have her tits naked in
Wayne's hands, as both her hands rose to the valley of
her cleavage, and popped the front latch of her bra.
All of a sudden, the breasts that I had dreamed about
were fully exposed to my view, less than two meters
away. What a wonderful sight - firm and soft and
glowing in the soft light of the fire, bouncing
slightly with her movements, with her nipples fully
extended and erect. Of course, my unobstructed view was
short-lived, as Wayne pushed her bra-straps off her
shoulders, then bent over to take one nipple between
his lips as he gently twisted and pulled the other with
his fingers.
I had to wonder what that felt like - for each of them.
As I watched, Sue's head lolled back on her neck and
she began to breathe rapidly, so clearly she was
enjoying Wayne's fingers and tongue. And for Wayne,
well, to have those prizes bare and warm under his
touch and taste must have been heavenly. I watched as
his hands roamed between them, molding and squeezing,
stroking and caressing, all the while kissing and
sucking and licking at Sue's exposed tits and hard
nipples.
This was clearly getting to Sue. As if shaking off a
fog, she drew Wayne's face to hers and began hungrily
kissing him, sucking her tongue into her mouth as she
sought out his nipples with her free hand. She found
the bottom of his shirt and slid beneath it, moving her
hand about until she alighted on first one nipple, then
the other, mimicking what he was doing to hers, perhaps
to illustrate the pleasure he was giving her.
Wayne once again broke the kiss and returned his mouth
to her tits, and as he sucked her nipple between his
lips he began to slide his hand lower, and slipping his
hand over her flat tummy, along her sleek hips to the
hem of her dress, reaching almost to where her delicate
ankles were still crossed. Slowly at first, then more
determined as she showed no sign of resistance, Wayne
worked the hem of her dress up past her knees, along
her stockinged-thighs, finally dipping beneath the
cloth to caress her legs.
I watched as his hand entered this cloth-shrouded
cavern between her legs, first his fingers disappearing
into the darkness, then his whole hand. When had
reached halfway up her thighs, I heard him gasp and he
drew away to look at her. She smiled, whispered
something I couldn't catch. I heard him sigh, and kiss
her more recklessly as he started working at the
remaining buttons of her dress. It wasn't until he had
unfastened the last and laid her bare to his (and my)
eyes, that I understood his gasp.
Under her simple dress, Sue had dressed to thrill.
Matching her lacy peach bra was a pair of sheer silk
panties, through which the texture of her pubic hair
could be plainly seen. And circling the tops of her
thighs were the lace borders of a pair of thigh-high
stockings. The gasp I heard was when Wayne reached the
top of her hose and found the warm bare skin of Sue's
inner thigh, inviting his eager touch.
I don't know what Wayne was thinking (or *if* Wayne was
thinking), but I was hit with the full import of this
unveiling. It meant that Sue was not only allowing
Wayne to undress her, but that she had anticipated it
when she dressed for the evening, and chose her
underclothes to make it as exciting as possible for
him. I don't know about most guys, but that's a highly
erotic concept for me... to know that the woman wants
it as much as I do, and goes out of her way to make my
heart race.
Of course, I had the luxury of time to think about such
things. Wayne was busy. While nibbling on her neck and
her breasts, his hands were roaming between the lace
edge of her stockings and the elastic edge of her
panties. As she languidly uncrossed her legs and
parted her thighs, I could see that the panties tapered
away to only a thin string disappearing between the
cheeks of her ass, and had a growing wet spot right at
the center of the crotch.
Sue guided Wayne's hand to her mound with one hand,
while the other held his head against her breast. He
caressed her pussy through the thin silk of her panties
for a moment, pressing his finger into the vertical
crease of her lips, rubbing the place where the wetness
had begun to spread, tracing the bottom border to the
edge of her ass cheeks, enjoying the tactile contrast
between warm skin and cool silk. After a moment, he
traced the edges with his fingers until he found a gap
between her warm skin and the cloth covering it.
From my place in the darkness of the hallway, I could
clearly see as his fingers dipped beneath the silk and
brushed through the fine blonde hair adorning her
mound. Stroking, caressing, probing, slowly yet
urgently, I watched as the fingers, seemingly
disembodied, reached lowed and lower until they dipped
into the wet slit between her pussy lips.
Again, Sue seemed impatient to be naked under Wayne's
touch. She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hands out
of her panties... but before he had a chance to react
or protest, she arched her back to lift her hips off
the couch, slid her panties down and off her legs, and
kicked them away. Even in the dim light of the fire, I
could see that her self-description was true - when
excited, Sue's cunt lips swell and separate, a very
inviting (and exciting) sight.
Kissing Wayne deeply, she guided his hand back to the
warm wetness of her pussy, and sighed with pleasure as
he began to explore the excited core of her pleasure.
She seemed to be paralyzed by the sensations he was
providing, for other than her kiss she was momentarily
passive.
I was transfixed by the sight of my best friend's
fingers exploring, and then disappearing into our lab
partner's pussy, and I was again struck by a sense of
surreal conflict: Part of me was detached, as if
watching an x-rated video, seeing an anonymous couple
go at it for the camera. But it periodically occurred
to me that there was no camera, and this was no
anonymous couple. These were people that I knew well,
that I saw daily in the cloak of everyday life, and
they were making love to each other not 6 feet away
from me. I was mesmerized by the view, every cell and
membrane in my body was paying full attention to the
scene before me, and yearning to be a part of it. My
cock was so hard it ached, and I could feel a wet spot
of my own, as my pre-come began to leak out of my hole
in ready anticipation.
Wayne definitely knew what he was doing. Each of us had
had girlfriends from time to time, and had talked about
sex on a number of occasions, but I had no real concept
of his 'technique', and seeing him strumming chords on
her responsive body was fascinating. His fingers gently
combed through the fine hair on her mound, and
periodically dipped into the crease in her lips past
the nubbin of her clit, eliciting a gasp each time.
Teasingly, he avoided her hotspot for several moments,
then brushed directly over it, catching her by
surprise. I could clearly see his fingers enter her
pussy, parting the full lips and stroking the hot, wet
flesh in search of the g-spot we had read so much
about. I could see his finger glisten with her juices
as he traced her lips, then gently spread them to
expose her clit to his touch.
For her part, Sue's breathing had been getting very
ragged. Several times it seemed as though she were well
on the way to coming, but each time Wayne backed away,
stroking the skin of her thighs and ass as if to calm
her. It was obvious that he knew just how to get her
going, but also obvious that he wanted this to last for
a while.
After the third time that he backed away, Sue broke
their hungry kiss, opened her heavy-lidded blue eyes,
and in a gasping voice said "Wayne, that feels so good,
pleeeeeese don't stop".
Wayne grinned, and said "Sue, I'm just getting started.
Why don't you lie back and relax for a while". With a
gentle push, Wayne encouraged Sue to turn slightly and
lean back. When she was done, she was laying on her
back on the couch, one leg behind Wayne, the other
still on the coffee table. What a sight! Even from six
feet away, I drank in every detail, from her beautiful
blue eyes turned smoky with excitement, to her delicate
feet still covered in sheer hose. And in between lay
one gorgeous and fully turned-on woman. Breasts full
and soft on her chest, nipples fully erect, sparse
blonde hair framing pussy lips that were fully engorged
and open and wet, just as she had described. Laid out
across my field of view, I had new appreciation for
just how well she was put together. Her firm breasts
were the perfect counterpoint to a high, tight butt,
perched wonderfully atop a pair of long and slender
legs.
Still fully dressed, Wayne knelt on the couch between
her smooth thighs and began to kiss his way down the
length of her body. Taking time to suck each nipple
lovingly between his lips, he traced a trail with his
tongue down past her ribs, detouring briefly at her
navel, then down some more. When he got to her crotch,
he playfully started to tease her again... kissing her
warm thighs, her stomach, licking along the edge of her
pussy lips, but getting nowhere near her clit.
Sue was having none of that. She reached down and
grabbed his head with her hands, and guided his face
directly into her cunt. In case he was at all slow in
taking the hint, she raised her hips off the couch a
couple of times, rubbing her clit against the tip of
his nose. "Lick me, Wayne", she moaned, "taste my
pussy, make me come".
Wayne got the hint. Gently holding her lips apart with
the fingers of one hand, he gently lowered the tip of
his tongue to the very point of her clit, causing her
to gasp with the intensity of the direct contact. As he
began to lick and suck at her most tender flesh, a
finger of his other hand probed between her full, wet
cunt lips, seeking the g-spot at her core. I could
definitely tell when he found it - her body went rigid
as if with an electric shock, and then it seemed as if
every part of her became more open.
Her mouth opened, her head tilted back as she began to
pant, and her thighs spread a little wider, as if
trying to draw Wayne and his insistent fingers farther
into her body.
Standing there, watching that, I was so into the scene
that the fantasy of doing it and the reality of seeing
it blended together. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to
be causing those gasps and squeals of pleasure. I
wanted to be licking her. I wanted to taste her juices
as I probed her pussy with my tongue.
I wanted to taste her juices... then it struck me. She
had kicked her panties off, they were probably around
here somewhere. I glanced around, and saw that they lay
in a crumpled heap, halfway between the coffee table
and my place of concealment. Without really giving any
conscious thought, I noticed that Sue's eyes were
closed, Wayne's vision was blocked by the mound of the
pussy he was busy eating, I crossed those three feet to
retrieve the panties and quickly returned to the safety
of the dark hall.
Once there, it didn't seem like I was in control of my
own actions. I could feel one hand loosen the string of
my old sweatpants and begin to withdraw my hard cock,
while the other hand brought Sue's panties to my face.
As I inhaled the scent of her pussy, I watched my best
friend licking her and listened to her gasps of
excitement and pleasure, and began to stroke my cock.
Wayne was now stroking two fingers in an increasingly
demanding rhythm, sawing in and out of her hot cunt as
he licked her clit, pressing his fingers up so they
grazed her g-spot on each out-stroke. Unconsciously I
adopted the same rhythm as I stroked my own cock in the
darkness. Under my steadily pumping fist, the pre-come
that had leaked from the tip of my penis made slick,
syrupy noises in sympathetic accompaniment to the
sounds coming from the couch.
I could see Sue's back arch as she pressed her mound
against Wayne's lips, impossibly yearning for still
more stimulation. I watched as her legs rhythmically
squeezed around his torso and then spread wide for his
access. When they weren't being used to draw her knees
up and apart, holding herself open for him, Sue's hands
were busy on her own tits, tweaking her nipples and
squeezing the hot mounds, ratcheting her own pleasure
higher.
I heard a low moan of pleasure from somewhere, a new
sound full of passion and wanting and lust. In the
heartbeat before I realized it was coming from me, I
saw Sue's head turn in my direction, her eyes slowly
opening. Before I could withdraw into the shadows, she
saw me... one hand holding her silk panties to my face,
drinking in her aroma, the other hand stroking my cock
in the same rhythm as the fingers penetrating her cunt,
my eyes locked on her undulating body. As our eyes met,
a look of surprise crossed her face, then an
understanding smile...
Watching Sue come was like watching daybreak splash
inexorably across the slopes of the rockies. It started
in her toes, which curled and clenched with erotic
tension. The soles of her feet arched, and I could see
the muscles in her calves draw tight. By the time the
wave of pleasure reached her thighs, her legs were
trembling and quivering, the skin visibly vibrating in
the amber firelight.
Her feet pressed down and her back arched, lifting her
until only her feet and shoulders were still touching
the couch. As Wayne continued to coax her higher,
towards the peak she so desperately wanted, I could
actually see a bright blush of excitement spread like a
heat rash between her breasts, down across her abdomen
and up towards her slender throat. As the her passion
built, I could see the soft pads of her nipples bloom
outward, as the squared-off points swelled and
darkened. Her hands grasped at his head, clawing
passionately through his hair, her straightened arms
pushed her tits together into a bottomless valley of
radiant pink flesh.
I realized, as I stood and watched from my now-revealed
hiding place, that through the course of her orgasm
Sue's breathing had stopped. I think mine had, too. The
only sound in the room was the muffled squish of
Wayne's fingers as they continued to plunge in and out
of her soaking cunt. As the glow of her still-peaking
orgasm rose further up her neck to her face, I could
hear her begin to wail, almost like the whistle of an
approaching train. The sound grew in pitch and
intensity until the peak caught her, and then she
exploded.
With a gasp, her hips thrust up and back, her ass-
cheeks flexed and jiggled, as if rising to meet and
impale herself on his hand. Her breath came in rhythmic
grunts as the wave caught took control of her muscles,
tossing her about in its fury. Wayne fought to keep his
mouth on her cunt as it undulated and pulsed before
him. I could see his cheeks pucker as he sucked
directly on her clit, adding intensity to the avalanche
of excitement that was coursing through every part of
her body.
And through it all, her eyes were wide open, and locked
on mine. I think that was the most exciting thing I've
ever seen a woman do. It was as though, even while her
body was writhing in the throes of uncontrollable wave
of pleasure, she managed to keep her eyes open, gazing
into mine, to consciously open herself up and share
this most intimate and precious moment with me.
Then it was past. While Wayne amused himself by gently
licking her thighs and rubbing his hands over the skin
of her still-spasming butt, Sue gestured to me. "Come
here", she implored. At the fragile sound of her shaky
voice, Wayne looked up and saw me. "How long have you
been there?" he asked with laughter in his voice. More
than a little embarrassed at being caught peeping - I
shrugged and said nothing. "Come hold me", she said
again, and lifted her arms in my direction as she lay
naked before me.
About that time I remembered that my pants were around
my ankles, and my hard cock was poking out from the end
of my motionless fist. Caught between a compelling
desire to take her in my arms, and a embarrassed
impulse to cover up and run, I stood motionless, as if
rooted to the spot. Finally Sue, in a voice breathy but
firm said "It turns me on to see how you guys work
together in the lab. I was hoping you guys would...
uh... work together with me." Wayne said, "You're
already dressed for the party, you might as well join
in."
How could I say no to that? Without further thought or
hesitation, I silently kicked the crumpled pants off my
bare feet, and crossed the two paces to the couch. I
sat on the end near her head, and as soon as I was
settled she skootched herself up until her upper body
was laying across my lap. As I took her in my arms, she
said "I was hoping you would be here. It didn't seem
right to do this without you" and reached up to kiss
me.
Wow, what lips. I met her open mouth with my own,
brushing her tousled hair out of her face, cradling her
head in my hands. I was instantly lost in the
sensations... smell, taste, touch, all heavenly. Her
tongue snaked into my mouth and began to wrestle mine,
a match I eagerly joined. Have you ever had that
feeling of falling when you kiss, sort of like time and
space have dropped away? Well this was like that. Her
lips were soft and full, her breath sweet, and at that
moment nothing else existed in my world.
Well, that is until a moan snaked out from between her
lips. It wasn't until then that I remembered the woman
I was kissing was almost completely naked, and my best
friend was between her nylon-clad legs, merrily licking
the juices from her pussy. What an exciting image!
Each time Wayne brushed a particularly sensitive spot,
I could feel her quiver with an aftershock of the
orgasm he had just given her. I could feel her heart
beating against my arm, I could feel the quick intake
of her breath, I could feel her hot skin against my
own... all while acutely aware that she was being
licked and caressed by another man at the same time.
Sue broke our kiss and sat up. For a panicked moment I
thought that she was going to get up and leave, and I
thought I was going to die at the idea that I could no
longer touch her. But she only went far enough to draw
Wayne up to his knees, and begin to kiss and caress
him. She reached up her arms and placed them around his
neck, sharing with him the lips and tongue that so
recently had been mine. For a flash I was insanely
jealous, and put my arms around her to pull her back to
me.
But in putting my arms around her, I found those
magnificent tits. Still burning with the heat of her
excitement, the skin of her body was hot and moist and
firm and soft all at the same time. From my position
behind her, I took both her breasts in my hands,
cupping them and gently squeezing them together. She
seemed to like that, as she moaned slightly and arched
her back slightly.
While I amused myself with her long-dreamed-about tits,
Sue's hands were busy too. Looking over her shoulder, I
could see that with one hand she was stroking and
squeezing the length of Wayne's still-covered dick, and
rubbing his chest up inside his shirt with the other.
Wayne, who had so selflessly pleased her moments
before, was quickly reacting to the onslaught of her
attentions.
I watched as her hand reached down and began to pull up
the bottom of Wayne's shirt. He grasped it and started
to peel it up, and as soon as it was past she leaned
forward to take one of his nipples in her mouth. I
heard Wayne gasp, for the first time in a while, and
his breathing became audible as she licked and sucked
and gently bit that sensitive nubbin of flesh. She
laved the smooth expanse of his chest with her tongue,
kissing and caressing everywhere, yet always drawn back
to his nipples as if they were magnetized.
With my eyes I followed her other hand to his belt,
which she opened with surprising dexterity. Next I
heard the soft pop of the button, and the sigh of his
zipper as she ease it down the length of his groin. Her
hand covered the bulge made by his brief-covered penis,
and stroked up and down for a moment, lingering over
the wet spot at the tip. Finally she tugged gently at
the waistband of his underpants, and dipped her hand
inside, much as he had done with hers.
I could only imagine what the cool skin of her hand
felt like against the taut skin of his hard-on. He, by
now, had been hard continuously for over a half-hour
(as had I), and this was the first time it had been
touched by anything other than his clothes. Immediately
he began to sigh, and swayed slightly as his knees
weakened under the stimulation.
Sue left Wayne's nipples with a soft kiss, and bent
down to look at Wayne's dick. I confess, I did to. As
he wriggled his pants and underwear past his hips, and
struggled to remove them past his knees (while still
kneeling!) Outside of a porn movie, this was the first
time I had ever seen an erect penis other than my own.
I noticed that his was longer than mine... but not
quite so thick.
After a moment, Wayne had freed himself from his
clothes, and was again kneeling between Sue's legs. I
was holding her from behind, fondling her tits,
caressing her skin wherever I could reach it, pressing
my own hot skin against hers, my cock momentarily
content to be lodged against the soft flesh of her
hips.
Seemingly oblivious to my presence, Sue's hands
performed a hypnotic dance over the surface of Wayne's
hardness, grasping its bulk in one hand while sliding
the other down to caress his balls, and dip further
into the darkness below. I could readily imagine what
she was doing, but didn't need to, as Wayne's moans and
whispers perfectly accompanied the movements of her
fingers.
For my part, I was entranced with the sensation of the
heavy softness of her breasts tightening and bouncing
gently in my hands as she moved her hands up and down
along the length of my friend's cock. After a moment,
Sue scooped up a finger-full of the clear pre-come she
had coaxed from the head of his penis, and brought it
to her lips. Looking him square in the eye as she
licked his warm fluid from her hand, she said "Tastes
great. Shall we see if it's filling?"
With a playful laugh, she slowly lowered her body back
against mine, and spread her legs. As she lay back, she
held onto his penis, drawing him farther into the v of
her thighs. At once she began to rub the head of his
cock against her clit, rhythmically using her own body
to arouse him further. From my vantage point, I could
her hand moving, up and back, and periodically I could
see the pinkish head of his penis part through her
pubic hair and ride up along her slit, growing redder
and wetter with each pass. She was so wet and open by
this time, it almost seemed that his head was ironing
her lips into that distinctive butterfly shape.
I sat and watched, one part silent observer and one
part involved. I still had her magnificent tits in my
hands, and could feel her body respond in pleasure each
time I roughly strummed my thumbs across her swollen
nipples. I could feel her twitch in my arms as the cock
she held in her hands brushed across her throbbing clit
yet again. Most of all, I could feel her skin,
everywhere I touched, glowing with the heat of her
arousal.
Wayne started rocking slightly on his knees,
contributing to the movement of his clock across Sue's
clit. After several moments of this, without moving
anything but her hips, Sue arched her back while Wayne
stroked forward, and captured his cock between her
lips. He gasped. She shuddered. I watched in awe as the
wet mushroom head of his cock spread her swollen lips,
then began slowly, amazingly to disappear between them.
I don't know how Wayne kept from just mashing himself
into her. I probably would have. But with impressive
restraint, he playfully turned the tables on Sue. He
withdrew slightly, until with a soft 'plop' the head of
his cock drew free of her cunt, and began... rubbing
the head against her clit again. Sue moaned, and tried
to capture his length within her, and each time she
tried he teased her a little, and backed away. When it
was almost at the point that *I* couldn't stand the
tension anymore, Sue bucked up at the same instant that
Wayne rocked forward, and all of a sudden he was in her
to the hilt. Sue and Wayne moaned in sweet harmony at
the sensations they had caused for each other.
For a moment, everyone froze, Wayne with his cock
buried fully inside Sue's pussy, me with my hands on
her tits and my face buried in her fragrant blonde
hair. For about two heartbeats, nobody moved... and
then Wayne's eyes opened wide in surprise. "Can you
feel that?" Sue asked. "Feel it?" he gasped. "Hell, if
you keep doing that I'm going to finish before I
start!" Looking down, I realized that the rhythmic
contractions rolling under the skin of Sue's flat
stomach probably translated to some pretty intense
squeezing action within her cunt. Sue was milking
Wayne's penis, and judging from the way his eyes were
beginning to roll back in his head, it was having an
effect.
Giggling now, Sue reached up and started tweaking his
nipples. "C'mon, lover, what's the matter? Can't
concentrate?" Wayne's response was to withdraw until I
could see the rim of his glans poking out from between
the lips of Sue's pussy, and slide himself smoothly
back in, in, all the way in. This time it was Sue's
turn to gasp, and Wayne's to laugh, and do it again.
Before too long, Wayne had built up a rhythm, fucking
his cock in and out of her very accommodating cunt. He
did a couple of short strokes, pulling almost all the
way out, and then slamming himself in to the balls, as
if to catch her by surprise. Each time he penetrated
her, I could feel her quiver in my arms, as the tension
built between them.
Wayne reached down and grasped Sue's legs behind the
knees, and drew them up until they were pressed against
his chest. When he slid into her the next time, the
effect was electric, as the change of angle tilted her
pussy up so that his cock grazed against that magical
g-spot. Holding one leg in each hand, he caressed the
length of them from the stocking-covered toes at the
end, to the warm ass-checks pressed against his thighs.
She gasped as he teased the rim of her anus with a
finger, and sighed when he sucked her toes into his
mouth.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing, only two feet
from my eyes. I could clearly see Wayne's dick
glistening with Sue's juices as he slid in and out of
her belly. The skin of his taut erection drew her lips
outward as he withdrew, then pressed and parted them as
he penetrated anew. As if a moth drawn to a lamp, I
watched as my own hand drifted slowly past Sue's
abdomen, and came to rest in the v of soft curls
shrouding her core. Gently parting her lips, I reached
down and with finger began to caress her clit, only
millimeters from where my room-mate's cock was sliding
forcefully in and out.
Sue's hips began to buck as she started to climb
towards her orgasm, and Wayne groaned in pleasure as he
felt the initial contractions deep within her. He
started to drive into her with a new intensity,
slamming his hips forward and jerking them back. The
sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, with the
slapping of his hips against the soft skin of her ass,
the slurpy squish of his cock plowing in and out of her
cunt, and their gasps and moans as each stroke drove
them ever higher towards their climax.
With his stroking hips now a blur, Wayne groaned "I'm
gonna come". Sue didn't respond, and I realized that
again I had not heard her breathe in a while. I looked
over her shoulder and saw that her eyes were closed in
concentration, her mouth slack as her approaching
orgasm took control of her. I continued rubbing her
clit with one hand, strumming her nipples with the
other, and began to gnaw on her neck at the place I had
noticed she liked so long ago.
The effect was immediate. I felt her go stiff, and even
though Wayne was holding her legs against his chest,
she managed to arch her back and impale herself more
deeply on his pistoning cock. Her nipple impossibly
grew even harder in my hand, as I squeezed and flicked
the tip with my fingernail and thumb. Just as she
started to come, I leaned around and began to kiss her,
teasing her mouth with my tongue, and that last bit of
stimulation seemed to carry her over the edge. Carry,
hell, it *launched* her over the top!
As Sue hit her peak she gasped aloud, and began keening
in a breathy, high-pitched squeal of ecstasy. She
quivered and shook and panted and moaned and bucked and
writhed, as Wayne continued fucking in and out of her
with all his strength, frantically plunging his cock
all the way into her quivering slit. I could actually
see her cunt lips fluttering and tightening around
Wayne's invading shaft as her orgasm swept through her.
Her stiffened body transferred the full impact of his
thrusts to me, making me a part of this exciting dance
they were playing out before me.
Somehow she managed to get her legs around Wayne's
waist, and hooking her feet behind his back she began
meeting his thrusts with her own, slamming her pelvis
up against his hips, driving his hardness deeper into
herself. No part of her remained on the couch, as her
shoulders were against my chest and her taut ass
spasmed wildly, guided only by the stiff cock that
impaled her. I watched Wayne reach down and grab a
cheek in each hand, supporting her while giving himself
more leverage as he thrust inward. I suppose too, that
with all the moving she was doing he needed a handhold
just so that he could keep his cock inside her.
Just as the rising tide of her orgasm swept her fully
away, Wayne's started. I could see Sue's tummy and
thighs rippling with the wild contractions going on
inside her, and could only imagine what that felt like
to Wayne. He grunted and stiffened and began stabbing
his cock at a staccato pace, and beads of sweat broke
out all over his body. With my hand close to where
their bodies were joined, I could feel the change in
Sue's cunt as Wayne's rod stiffened inside her and
began pumping his come into her depths.
With each powerful squirt, I could feel Sue's body
recoil in response, as if feeling each jet of hot sperm
splashing against her womb causes another silent spasm
deep inside her quivering cunt. As Wayne lost
coordination and slowed his now random thrusts, I saw
that his cock was coated now with a glistening white
froth where it emerged from between her blood-red lips,
a mixture of his juices and hers stirred up from deep
within Sue's still-twitching hole.
Slowly, oh so slowly, each of them came back to earth,
breathless from the exertion, glowing from the heat of
the passion they had created. Wayne released his hold
on her butt, and fell forward slightly, resting his
sweaty face in the valley between her tits while I
nuzzled her neck and gently caressed her face, brushing
her hair away from her heavy-lidded eyes. As her
breathing returned to normal, her moans faded away, and
as she reached back to run her fingers through my hair
she opened her eyes, kissed me softly, and sighed,
"That was wonderful."
I probably could have stayed there all night, holding
Sue in my arms, but with Wayne's weight on top of hers
I started getting a little uncomfortable. So after a
while, I started to move as if to get up, figuring that
they might want to snuggle together in front of the
fire. It didn't seem right to ask if I 'got a turn', so
I figured that I'd go take care of my still-raging
hard-on in the privacy of my own room.
I slid out from beneath her shoulders, and laid Sue
gently back on the cushions of the couch. As she
settled back, I could hear the sucking sound of her
pussy as it reluctantly released its hold on Wayne's
softening cock. But I noticed that her eyes were still
on me, and she was smiling the most mischievous smile
I'd ever seen. "Where are you going" she asked. "Don't
you have something you'd like to share with me?"
Well, it really wouldn't have mattered what I said in
response. Fact was, she could plainly see what I wanted
to 'share' with her - as I stood beside the couch, it
was sticking up from my groin at an angle, and was
pretty much pounding out her name. She turned her face
toward me, and before I knew what she was doing she had
taken the head of my cock in her mouth, and began
swirling the end of it with her tongue.
After what seemed like hours of watching, the sensation
of having her hot wet mouth wrapped around me was
intense, to say the least. For the first time that
evening, I was actually *involved* in the action, and I
loved it! And as a bonus, I still got to watch! Feeling
the soft surface of her tongue move against the
underside of my glans, while seeing the head twitch
against her parted lips, the overload on my senses made
my knees weaken beneath me.
Feeling me sway, Sue motioned for me to lay on the
floor next to the couch. Without releasing my dick
from her mouth, she followed me down. I wound up laying
on the rug in the opposite direction that she had been
on the couch, which turned out to give her a pretty
nice angle for what she wanted to do. She turned over
slightly, so that she was laying on her side, and had
both hands free. One of those hands wrapped itself
around the base of my cock, and began softly stroking
up and down. The other hand started caressing my balls,
scraping my softest places so gently with her
fingernails that it probably would have tickled if it
hadn't felt so good.
And never missing a beat with her mouth. Oh, that
mouth. Her lips had ripened with her arousal, and the
sensation of her licking and kissing me was almost like
being enveloped by a cloud. A hot, wet cloud, with a
wiggly tongue inside. I watched as her mouth opened to
accept the whole head of my cock, then watched it re-
appear, glistening with her saliva, as she pulled her
lips past the edge of my glans. Over and over, my
aching dick-head slowly disappeared into that wonderful
mouth, only to be chased out again by the dancing tip
of her tongue.
My hips start rising involuntarily (well mostly) as she
licks me, and in response she begins bobbing her head
up and down, taking more of me in her mouth with each
stroke. I am entranced by this, absorbing it as if in a
dream. While I feel every cell of my blood-engorged
cock rising to her call, I also watch her lips and
tongue move, see my cock shine in the firelight, and
can hear the soft sucking noises made by her mouth as
it moves up and down my length. Well lubricated with
her saliva, the only friction I feel is that from the
tension in her lips, and it is heavenly.
Bit by bit she works her way down, until I can feel her
nose bump gently against my balls. I am no great
cocksman, but because I am built kinda thick (or have
never been with the right woman) I have never been
deep-throated before. I groaned in a mixture of
pleasure and surprise as I felt, for the first time,
the sensation of being held entirely in a woman's
mouth.
And hold me she did. Nostrils flaring as she breathed,
she simply held my length in her mouth, squeezing my
root with her lips as my tip lay deep in her throat. I
could feel her tongue swishing across the width of my
shaft, and thought it couldn't possibly get any better
than that... and then it did. Somehow she started
squeezing and relaxing the muscles of her throat,
milking me with her mouth as she milked Wayne with her
cunt. I don't know if she was swallowing or just moving
her neck or what... all I know is that it felt
incredible, and it made me cry out in pleasure.
Slowly she withdrew allowing my shaft to slip from her
mouth until just the tip remained. Replacing her hand
around the base, she began sliding up and down my well-
moistened cock, following her hand with her lips in
coordinated motion. The heat, the sliding slickness,
the pressure of her hand milking me into her mouth, it
was too much stimulation for me to last very long. I
began panting in rhythm with her motions, crying out
when she squeezed or licked in a particularly luscious
way.
Just as I started to feel the sweet beginnings of
release build up in my loins, she stopped and lifted
her head sexy blond head. "Not so fast, lover" she
said, and I thought I would die if she didn't continue.
But when she turned around and began to straddle my
waist, I started to think that maybe she might have a
nice idea. Laying down on top of me, I could for the
first time feel her beautiful tits press against my
chest, and her nylon-sheathed thighs against my skin.
Two of my favorite things. She leaned forward and began
to kiss me, licking my lips and teasing my tongue as
her hips started to rise and fall over mine.
Part of me was really enjoying the feeling of her
writhing sensuously atop me, rubbing her body against
mine, dragging her heavy tits across my chest. But as
soon as I felt the wet heat of her pussy rubbing
against the shaft of my cock, I knew I had to have it.
Now.
Sue rocked her hips back and forth, bathing the top
surface of my hard-on with her juices, and rubbing her
clit back and forth against the rim of my cockhead. I
was gasping in delight at the feeling, and saw in her
face that she was enjoying it too. After a moment, she
captured the tip of me between her lips, and slowly
impaled herself on it, her eyes locked on mine as she
welcomed my thick member into her body.
When she reached the bottom, she let out a sigh of
pleasure. "Oh, god that feels good", she moaned. I
would have agreed, if I had been able to form the
words. Right then, however, the only part of me that I
had any awareness of was buried inside her. Words can't
describe what that pussy of hers felt like wrapped
around me - it was hot and wet, tight, grasping and
squeezing me like a warm velvet glove.
Propping herself up on her arms, she drew her legs up
under her and began sliding her cunt up and down on my
column. The change in her position somehow opened her
up to me, and now I could actually feel her clit rub
against my shaft as she made love to me. And because of
her position, I found that I could now touch her from
head to toe, an opportunity I quickly availed myself
of.
I ran my hands down the length of her sleek calves,
gently squeezing and massaging her feet through the
hose she still wore. Roaming up along her flexing
thighs, I explored the elastic rim of her stockings,
fascinated by the feel of the lace against her skin.
With one hand, I roamed around to explore her clenching
ass, sneaking a finger into the hot valley between her
cheeks and teasing the rim of her asshole, eliciting a
soft cry from her lips.
I let her take the lead in our lovemaking, but I was
far from passive. I kissed and sucked and bit her
nipples each time they came within range, I tickled and
touched and squeezed and pinched her hot flesh, and
even gently slapped her ass as it pumped up and down on
me. I sensed that she wanted to make this last a little
bit, so I occupied myself with the oh-so-pleasant task
of finding out which parts of her were the most
sensitive, which made her squirm, which made her gasp.
I noticed that she was looking up at Wayne's form on
the couch, and smiling. After a momentary flash of
petty jealousy subsided (hey, what's she doing looking
at some other guy when she's got *me* inside her?), I
followed her gaze and saw that Wayne had recovered
somewhat, and was watching the two of us as I had
earlier. Actually, more than watching. As I craned my
neck to get a better look, I realized that he had been
watching us for some time, for his cock was fully
erect, and he was stroking it at the same pace as Sue
pumped up and down on me.
Without missing a beat, Sue leaned forward and kissed
the tip of his cock. I didn't mind, as it brought her
tits up so that they enveloped my face in their billowy
softness. Wayne scootched eagerly towards the edge of
the couch, bringing himself within reach of her mouth,
and as I watched in awe, she slid her mouth all the way
down on his slender prick.
Talk about your up-close views! Sue began giving Wayne
the blow-job of his life, three inches from the tip of
my nose. I could see her muscles working as she swirled
and teased the head of his cock. She stopped riding up
and down on me for a moment, as she concentrated on one
dick at a time, and quickly fell into a rhythm.
Holding him between her lips, she fucked her pussy down
around me for several lingering strokes, until she had
me gasping. Then she would pause her action, and while
squeezing me from within, bobbed her head hungrily down
onto Wayne's prong, forcing cries of delight from him.
Back and forth she went, one then the other, fucking
and sucking and licking and squeezing and pumping and
licking.
Hard as I tried, there was no way I could last under
the onslaught of all this stimulation. I had it coming
from every angle, the feeling of her pussy on my turgid
cock, the sweet taste of her tit-flesh in my mouth, the
sounds and sights of the blowjob just over my head,
even the smell of the cunt-spiced come-juices she was
eagerly licking off Wayne's dick.
I started panting, and moaning, and I think it
triggered Wayne, too. She stopped moving on me for a
moment, shifting her full attention to the shaft in her
mouth. Up and down, back and forth, she sucked and
licked and stroked until she had Wayne groaning in
delight, and still she went on. Reaching between his
legs, she tickled his balls, and when the tip of her
finger entered the tight ring of his ass, he exploded.
At the instant she heard his cry, she took him all the
way in her mouth and held him there, letting him fuck
in and out slightly as his balls emptied into her
throat.
I saw the muscles under his shaft pulsing with his
orgasm, and saw the muscles in her throat working to
receive it, milking him, swallowing his seed, sucking
out every last drop... and then, she gently released
him from her grip, her smile glazed with his milky
come... and turned her attention back to me.
"C'mon, lover, fuck me good" she whispered, as she
started to squeeze me again. At that I moved my hands
to her waist, and holding her firmly in place I began
to buck my hips up off the carpet. If she wanted to get
fucked, I was more than ready to do it. All the way
out, and all the way back in, I slammed my cock into
her with every ounce of energy I had. I could see from
the look on her face that I was getting to her, her
mouth dropped open, she started to pant as I bucked and
fucked beneath her.
Crouched on her hands and knees above me, she was
almost motionless as my throbbing dick pistoned in and
out of her from below. I knew I couldn't keep going for
long at this pace. As I watched, I could see the
beginning flush of her orgasm start to spread across
her chest. She was panting, now, totally caught up in
the sensations pulsing through her body. I was rapidly
losing it, I could feel my long-delayed orgasm start to
boil up from my balls, up, up, gathering speed as it
came. I reached around and put the tip of my finger
into her ass as I bit the nipple dangling hot and red
in front of my face.
I vaguely remember feeling every muscle in her body go
taut as I started to come. I will never know if the
first jet of come I fired into her cunt triggered her
orgasm, or if the first contraction of her pussy
triggered mine. Whatever the case, they coincided in an
amazing nuclear conflagration of sexual pleasure. I
pumped what felt like gallons of hot come into the
clasping bottomless pit of her womb, and the spasms
rippling through her hungrily milked it out of me.
I felt like I was so far inside her, I was going to see
the head of my dick come out her mouth. I could feel
every ripple of her orgasm, every flutter of her
spasming cunt lips, and I suspect she could feel the
pulsing of my cock. At least, from the squeals it
sounded like she could.
And finally, just before she collapsed in a sweaty and
exhausted heap on top of me, panting and grinning, I
felt a gentle kiss on the lips, and a quiet whisper in
my ear, "I think I have an idea for a new story..."
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. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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