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Subject: "Slitfest 1" f/f+, mast.
Date: Mon, 17 Mar 1997 10:03:00 GMT
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The following story is adult in nature and should not be viewed by those
who are a) under the age of 18 and/or b) offended by such literature.
I did not write this story. I am only posting it.
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Slitfest (Part 1 of ?)
Hello. My name is Denise and I am currently 24 years of age. I am
writing this text to share with the (electronic) world the wonderful new
life which I have created for myself. I will not go into any details
now; the following text will speak for itself. But I will say, just so
you can imagine, that I stand 5'6", weigh 108 pounds, have blonde hair
and bluish-green eyes. And my measurements are 35c-24-34.
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When Aaron told me had had to travel to Europe
for a month as part of his job, I actually
felt relieved. Prior to this, the past couple
of weeks with him had become especially
difficult. It seemed whatever I did, he would
become jealous. He was positive every man that
I met was after me. And he didn't trust me to
always say "no". Aaron would call me every
night from Europe. Some of those calls would
even lead to arguments. And he would often
come close to accusing me of cheating. Aaron
would say that a woman who looked as good as
me could not stay away from sex for an entire
month. Nothing I would say could convince him
otherwise, or even sway his opinion a tiny
bit. But I had always been faithful to him
even when he wasn't around. When he was away
on business, I would close my eyes at night
and try to think of only him.
I really don't know why, though. He left for Europe in November
1994. I guess at the time, I really did love him. I could not help the
way I looked and could not stop others from looking at me in public. I
guess he thought that I invited the glances and stares from others. I
am what you call an "outdoor" person and definitely could not stay
bottled up indoors, out of sight. That is what I think he wanted. I
wanted our relationship to be better but it seemed as though things were
crumbling. Aaron once even went as far to forbid me to speak to other
men. But still, I had hopes and dreams that he would eventually trust
my sincerity. I was near the end of my rope, though. I could not take
much more of this from him.
A few days after he left, I was feeling very lonely and horny. I
did not have any intentions of going out and finding someone for a one-
night stand. Instead, I did the next best thing.
It was after work. I had taken a nice, relaxing shower and slipped
into my favorite pieces of lingerie. My outfit consisted of a nice,
lacey chemise which was the color of gold. It felt so comfortable to
me. Also, I had put on an equally-nice pair of panties. I went into
the bedroom after fixing my hair and laid down on the bed. The time was
only 6:34pm and it seemed as though the minutes were dragging by.
I reclined on the soft bed until my neck and head were against the
headboard. Then, my thighs were spread apart as my knees were lifted
into the air. I brought my feet down to the mattress and closed my
eyes, just taking some time to rest. Seconds later, I smiled as my eyes
focused upon the 8-inch steel-cased dildo which was proudly standing on
the night-table next to the bed. I remembered how it had gotten me
through so many lonely evenings after one of the arguments with Aaron.
It would have to do it's wonderful magic again tonight.
I lifted my bottom off the mattress just high enough to reach under
myself and remove the white panties. I definitely did not need them
anymore! I threw the tiny panties as hard as I could. It hit the wall
and came to rest in a crumpled mess in the corner. Then, I smiled as my
hand reached over and took hold of the steel dildo.
I hiked the hem of my chemise up around my waist and settled into
the most comfortable position possible. Then, I used both hands and
moved the dildo between my thighs and slid it up and down my slit.
It felt so good! I could not help but smile and let out soft moans
of pleasure. My body began to involuntary tremble as the dildo
continued to wield it's magic for the next few minutes. I used my free
hand and removed the straps from the chemise from my shoulder and pushed
the garment down far enough so my breasts were visible. With that same
hand, I began to tweak away at one of my nipples. It only seemed to
increase the feeling! My other hand continued to move the dildo. I
prodded it's head against my opening, which seemed to be getting more
wet and slick with each passing second. I remember that a much louder,
more intense moan escaped from my throat. I was feeling so hot at this
moment; but wanted to preserve it!
So, the dildo was removed from my dripping pussy. I held it in
front of my face and smiled once again. I can't tell you how much I
love that object! Then, my lips were parted and I moved the dildo into
my mouth. I sucked on it like it was a real cock; imagining for some
reason that Aaron was there with me. I fantasized about giving him the
best blowjob of his life. My hand moved the dildo in-and-out of my
mouth for several seconds. I gave it expert attention; like it was
real. I wanted it to shoot a nice load of cum down my willing throat.
Unfortunately, dildos do not do that. I sucked on the metal object for
some time. Then, I placed it back onto the nightstand. Maybe I'd use
it later. But for now, I turned over and got onto my hands and knees.
Then I decided to move up a bit. I put one hand on the headboard for
balance and used the other for more pleasurable activities. I moved it
around my back and used two fingers to rub and caress my hungry pussy.
My body began to contract again.
Moans escaped from me once more as I prodded two fingers against my
soft opening. Then, I slipped them inside and instantly squealed with
great pleasure! I thrusted both in-and-out of my pussy for quite
awhile, then felt good again as my anus got some attention. I did not
poke it, just rub against it. But my other hand was begging for some
action too. The hand which I had been masturbating with was placed onto
the headboard. My other hand was moved underneath me this time, and
found a nice spot right between my thighs. I rubbed some more. It felt
SOOOOO good!
I continued for quite some time until I wanted to use both hands!
I stood up on my knees and moved my free hand to my breasts and began to
massage both, alternating between each mound every few seconds. My
other hand was still working on my pussy. I wanted Aaron BAD.
It did not take too long for me to move the hand from my breasts
around to my bottom. Then, I spanked myself...yes! WHACK! Aaron liked
to tell me that I was a bad girl and needed to be spanked often. WHACK!
He was not here so I administered punishment on myself! I continued
rubbing my excitable slit and spanked myself at the same time. Oh, how
I was wishing that someone -- ANYONE -- was there with me at the time.
I was in such a state of pleasure; nothing else seemed to matter!
I stopped slapping my naughty ass shortly thereafer and
concentrated on my pussy. I used both hands and brought myself to an
incredible orgasm! I moaned out in pleasure as my climax spilled out.
I even opened my mouth and bit down hard on the wooden headboard in
front of me.
I took a short nap after that and awoke later. I took hold of the
dildo again and basically went for a "repeat performance".
When Aaron called one night, I told him about
my friends -- Carrie, Melanie and Deborah.
There was a time when all three of them told
me about a weekend they spent in the Angeles
National Forest during the past summer.
They told me how they went up to the forest with only one thing on
their minds -- sex. All of them were bisexual females and not afraid to
let the outside world know their sexual preferences. Their story about
how they found a secluded spot in the woods and then proceeded to fuck
and suck each other with tongues and dildos only seemed to make me feel
even more lonely and horny. In the past, I had spent some time with
Carrie in an intimate fashion. But not recently, because of my
committment to Aaron. All three of them explained in tantalizing detail
the foreplay they shared and then the intense orgasms. They went at it
during all of the first night and most of the next day, on into the
evening. The third day, they had one more go-around in the woods before
packing things up and heading back to the urban areas.
I told Aaron about what they told me and was
sure that he would get a kick out of it. The
girls certainly did not seem to object that I
shared their story with him. Unfortunately, it
only seemed to convince him that he was right
and I was wrong. He was sure that all pretty
girls can think of nothing but sex. Aren't
MOST men supposed to fantasize about seeing
two or more women make love together? It was
not that I was thinking totally of sex. I
thought he would be happy to hear the story.
But that was not the case. He simply did not
understand that sex was only part of the big
problem. Romance was the main thing missing,
I realized later. Where had it gone? How am
I supposed to feel comfortable with somoene
who does not trust me?
I was completely fed up. All of the men in my
life; past and present; something seemed to be
wrong with all of them. Either they were jeal-
ous, mean, disrespectful or perverted. But the
women in my life, they seemed to be sincere
and caring. They knew how to please me, both
physically and emotionally. I was determined
to get some satisfaction. I called all three
of the friends I spoke about above but none
were home. Then I remembered Ashley.
After three weeks alone, I invited my friend
Ashley to stay with me at my beach-house down
in Huntington Beach for the weekend. I told
her about Aaron and the way he had been acting
as of late. She told me that I was crazy for
putting up with him. Ashley then asked if he
had ever set my heart afire. I thought he had.
Ashley can be summarized as a naive 21-year-old. I had known her
for two years but it had been a few months since I seen her last. This
girl was small and petite, but she had huge breasts for such a small
frame. She is in inch shorter than me and weighs 10 pounds less, but
her breast size is a plump 36d. On her petite frame, they look more
like 39 or 40d. Is that possible? She was blonde, like me, but her
hair was bleached. She had brown eyes and was very nice to look at.
I said she was naive simply because she is. Ashley has not "been
around the block" too many times. In the past, she explained her
limited sexual experiences with me. Her first was with a boy at age 16.
Then she met a female a year later and almost turned into a lesbian.
She stayed with the female until the age of 19 and then met me. I
introduced her to some men (before meeting Aaron) but Ashley seemed more
interested in me. I told her she needed a man in her life but she did
not seem to listen. On this night in the beach-house, it seemed as
though Ashley had a change of heart. I'll start shortly from the middle
of a conversation.
My experiences with other women were few. My first girlfriend,
Nikki, seduced me while in high school. We did not become full-time
lovers; only part-time. As I said, since Aaron came into the picture, I
held my desires back and was completely faithful to him. I was glad
that Nikki had seduced me. She showed me how another woman could make
me feel. As for Ashley, I met her at a night-club. She's so sexy. I
could not help but to stare at her that first evening in the night-club.
Ashley must have caught on, because she came up and introduced myself.
Needless to say, I was surprised to find out then that she was bisexual,
nearly a lesbian.
We were seated in front of the roaring fireplace with soft love
music filling the background. I was dressed in a purple bra, along with
a matching G-string and garters. Thigh-high black stockings covered my
legs. Ashley was wearing a pink terrycloth robe which was tied around
her waist. As I looked at her more and more, I knew that robe HAD to
come off.
"But I really don't know how to please a man," Ashley said to me in
a distressed tone. "I've had such limited experiences with men and
don't even know if they like it when I give head."
I inched closer to her and said, "I bet you're a great little cock-
sucker." My words seemed to make her blush. I reached out and touched
her knee, then smiled. "Have you ever had a man complain?"
She shook her head. "No."
"Ever have a man leave you after sex?" was my next question.
"They never want the sex to stop," she replied.
I smiled deeper at her. "Then you know how to please a man,
honey."
A look of anguish came across her face. "I want to be sure,
though, Denise. Would you teach me how to suck a man's cock really
good? You are a bit older than me and have much more experience. I
have a date this coming Monday with a very cute guy."
That sounded like a good idea. I took hold of Ashley's right hand
and told her to stick a finger out. She did, and then I slipped her
right index finger into my mouth and moved it in all the way.
"So you want to stick a man's cock all the way down your throat?"
she asked, watching curiously.
"Uh huh," I replied, her finger still in my mouth. "The deeper you
can get it down, the better they like it." I worked on her finger like
it was a real male shaft. My head began to bob back-and-forth as my
eyes were locked with hers. Then, I used one hand and grasped the front
of her robe. Ashley gave me an inviting smile. That was my cue to
nudge her robe open.
I reached inside her robe and moved my hand to the side. The
garment opened partway, then Ashley used her free hand to untie the robe
at her tiny waist. I worked on her finger some more. "You should want
to get a lot of suction too," I told her, sucking harder. "But not too
much."
Ashley and I manuevered the robe from her body. Her top was
covered only by a white see-through bra. Her lower half, however, was
hidden by a pair of multi-colored, baggy pants.
Ashley removed her finger from my mouth and smiled at me. "My
turn!" She grasped my hand and tugged at my middle finger. I held it
out for her and then she brought it to her mouth. She slipped it
between her moist lips and began to make-believe it was a cock as well.
I noticed how she was using her tongue more than normal. "Yeah, you're
a good little cock-sucker," I said to her in an encouraging tone.
A few seconds passed and I realized I could not take the sweet
torture of seeing this thing of beauty. I desperately wanted to make
love to her.
Ashley looked a bit surprised as I suddenly withdrew my finger from
her mouth. Her expression changed to one of pleasure as I pushed her
bra down and began to massage her nipples with my fingertips. Her
nipples were large and upturned while mine were vastly different. They
were small, each about the size of a nickel. They were somewhat dark
and perfectly blended together with my all-over tanned body. Ashley had
a nice tan, but did not get any sun on her breasts. They were milky-
white and her nipples really seemed to jump out at first glance.
I moved closer to Ashley and latched my mouth upon a nipple. My
hand tweaked away at the other one as she moaned in delight. I began to
switch back-and-forth between each nipple. My mouth would work on one
for a short while and then moved to the other. Whichever nipple was not
getting any attention from my mouth and tongue, it was getting attention
from my hand.
A few seconds later, Ashley put her hands on my face and brought my
lips to hers. We softly kissed for what seemed like an eternity. I had
not even realized that she had removed my own bra from my body until it
was gone. I responded by taking her bra totally off and throwing it
into the corner. Our tongues intermingled with one another inside her
mouth -- both of us tasted every single recess. Soon the party for two
was moved into my own mouth. Ashley moved her tongue in mad circles,
wanting to touch and caress every single part of my willing mouth. Our
lips were locked in a mad dash of passion for several seconds.
Soon, she broke the soul-searching kiss off and smiled at me. "I
want to suck on your tits, Denise," Ashley said in an excited tone.
I returned the smile and then reclined against the front of the
sofa which was behind me. I arched my back, making sure she had good
access to my breasts. Her mouth found it's way to a nipple and she
licked it.
Again, Ashley used her tongue more than what I had been accustomed
to. She had not used her tongue like this during our past intimacies.
Most of the people I've been involved with like to suck on my nipples.
But Ashley, it seemed as though she preferred licking and teasing. She
did suck a tiny bit, though. Nonetheless, her mouth excited me VERY
much!
"Lay on your front," I told her. She stretched her legs out and
was suddenly laying on her front, her head and upper body raised to my
breast. She was like a little mad-woman. Her tongue and mouth were
going in what could best be described as frantic circles upon my nipple.
Finally, she switched to the other nipple and gave it some attention as
well.
I grabbed a belt-loop on her baggy pants and pulled her closer to
me. Now her body was curled slightly, her waist bent and her shapely
bottom right within touching distance. I rubbed her bottom with my
right hand and grasped it hard. "Take it off," I told her in a gasp. I
watched as Ashley undid the button on her pants and slide them below her
hips. She had on a white G-string. Suddenly, Ashley raised to her
knees and quickly stepped out of the pants. I took the pants from her
and tossed them to into oblivion. Then she settled back into her
previous position. Her hungry mouth found it's way to my nipples again.
WHACK! Ashley cried out in pleasure as the impact from my hand on
her naughty ass went through her body. WHACK! WHACK! Yes, this is
what I wanted! I wanted to spank her! She continued to suck on my
nipples but with much more force and reckless abandon. WHACK! WHACK!
"Horny little bitch," I said, smiling down at her. "You deserve a
spanking." WHACK! I noticed that her skin was turning a nice shade of
red. I remember from our previous sexual encounters how much Ashley
LOVED to be spanked. Knowing that, I was surprised to see her move
away from me.
"Take me, Denise," she begged. "Take me now." I watched Ashley as
she fell backwards, her knees raised in the air. I moved forward and
took hold of her ankles. I pulled her closer to me and then moved my
mouth to her nipples again. Ashley moaned in pleasure as her knees
wrapped themseleves around my lower back.
My lips began a steady descent from her breasts down her midriff
and stomach, to her waist and then her inner thighs. Suddenly her cries
became much more intense as I softly bit her inner thighs and sucked on
them. I used both hands to remove her G-string and throw it into
oblivion. I saw Ashley out of the corner of my eye sucking on her own
finger. "It's been too long," I said to her in a hurry. "I'm going to
give you the hardest fucking of your life, Ashley."
She tried to raise up slightly but I forced her down. Sounds of
pure lust and anticipation escaped from her throat.
I moved my face between her legs and my tongue darted-out and found
her damp pussy. I kept my eyes locked upon hers. She was now pinching
her nipples and moaning like crazy. I licked away at her slit as her
body started to tremble. Ashley moved her hands down momentarily and
stroked her own pussy, then brought them back to her nipples. Seconds
later, one hand was rubbing her pussy. I held my head up and smiled at
her as she masturbated in front of me. Her hand went away again, then I
cupped my hands on either side of her hips and lowered my mouth to her
pussy.
This time, I was more forceful. My eyes stayed locked upon hers as
I forced the tip of my tongue inside her tiny crevice. I shook my head
which made my nose rub against her most private part -- she seemed to
love that! I moved both hands and parted her vaginal lips far apart.
Then I began to lap away at her sweetness. Ashley cried out in passion!
I gave my tongue a short rest as I thrusted two fingers inside her.
Then the fingers were gone and replaced by my tongue again. I went
back to work on her, harder and more intense than before. By now, her
entire body was writhing in extreme lust. Her hands were going wild
upon her breasts.
I slowed my pace and fingered her again. Then one of her hands
came back and she thrusted three fingers inside her damp pussy. I held
my head up again and just watched. I smiled at her. "More," came her
plea as the hand was removed once again. My mouth and tongue started
upon her sweet pussy again. Pre-cum began to ooze out. I happily
swallowed it all!
I moved my right hand up to her right breast and massaged it. Yes,
she definitely liked that. Then, she spoke again: "Please Denise, let
me have my turn with you."
That sounded great to me! I sat up and then reclined backwards. I
came to rest upon the carpeted floor and parted my thighs for Ashley.
She arose and quickly got rid of my purple garter belt and G-string.
She did not bother with the stockings, though.
I smiled up at her as she looked down at my glistening pussy. I
was busy masturbating myself! She planted two kisses upon my stomach
and then moved between my thighs. I reached down and opened my pussy
for her.
Now the roles were reversed. I was the one playing with my
hardening nipples while Ashley used her tongue on me. She knew how to
use it, too. Ashley had three fingers inside my hole the entire time as
her tongue went wild. I felt as though I was going to explode; it felt
so fucking GOOD!
She continued until I grabbed hold of a strap-on dildo and moved it
down in front of her eyes. The dildo looked exactly like a real cock;
it even had bulging veins. Ashley grinned in delight as she lifted my
ass from the floor. She put the straps around my hips and tied them
together behind me. Then I was placed back down on the floor and Ashley
took the dildo into her mouth.
She sucked on it; her head bobbing up-and-down. Her tongue went to
work and I realized she was treating the dildo as if it was a real cock.
Ashley worked furiously on it. I smiled at her as her eyes found mine.
I rubbed her forehead as she continued. Ashley was actually doing what
I showed her earlier. She was trying to shove it down her throat.
Minutes later, Ashley was on her hands and knees. Me, I was behind
her, thrusting the dildo in and out of her pussy. We were locked
together in the doggie-style position. I had hold of her hips and was
pushing and pulling her as hard as I could. The best thing about a
dildo is unlike a cock, it will not explode in orgasm and then shrivel
up. Dildos are always HARD. And I can tell you, that appeals to both
Ashley and myself.
I watched as Ashley bounced back-and-forth. Her body was
convulsing. Every muscle within her was tight and stretched. I had
never given a dildo to a female doggie-style before but was definitely
enjoying this. I got the idea from an X-rated lesbian movie which I had
seen months before.
WHACK! I decided to re-start her spanking. WHACK! WHACK! Ashley
screamed in utter pleasure as I invaded her pussy with the dildo. I
looked and seen that she had a finger between her thighs as well.
WHACK!
"Fuck!" Ashley cried out, nearing climax. I gave her even more of
the dildo. Harder! Faster! More intense! Ashley could not stop
crying. I pulled on her long hair and brought her neck back. She
glanced at me and then had a powerful, mind-blowing orgasm. Her body
writhed in absolute pleasure.
I brought my lips to hers and we kissed softly. The night did not
end there, however. We continued. Ashley used the dildo on me.
Surprisingly, she fucked me twice as hard as I fucked her!
Aaron's suspicions and accusations had driven
me to do the very same thing he was sure I
had been doing all along. Except for one small
detail: the other person I did it with was not
a man. Aaron continued to call me every night
from Europe. He always asked me if I had been
with another man. At least I could truthfully
answer him by saying "no". I told him I'd been
with my girlfriends. Ashley was the first to
visit. A few days later, Carrie, Deborah and
Melanie offered to take me to their cabin up
in the Santa Monica Mountains. At first, I
declined but eventually joined them over time.
But not the first time. I was a bit reluctant
even though they promised we'd only be sharing
girl-talk. I guess I knew it would be the type
of girl-talk which would lead into sexual
fantasies, which would lead to group sex.
Sure enough, I found out that's what happened.
The next time they offered a night of girl-
talk, I went with them. Maybe I was hesitant
because I thought my fantasies would not live
up to their standards. But my girlfriends
assured me differently. It did not matter,
though. We did not talk much.
We only fucked.
Aaron kept asking me on the telephone if I
missed him. I told him I did. But it wasn't
true. In fact, the last week of his business
was the best week of my entire life. The night
before Aaron returned, the girls offered me a
party. Melanie had confided in me earlier in
the day that she used to have a jealous boy-
friend as well. I asked her what she did with
him. Melanie said whenever he tried to make
her feel guilty, she would go off somewhere
and drink champagne. I wasn't sure what she
meant by that until she showed me.
An hour before Carrie and Deborah were supposed to arrive, Melanie
and I were nude in bed. I watched the blonde enchantress as she sat
astride my stomach and poured a glass of champagne. She drenched her
finger with the delicious liquid and then inserted her finger into my
mouth. I gleefully took the champagne down my throat.
She took the glass and emptied a portion of it over my chest. It
felt cold but wonderfully erotic as well. Melanie then used her mouth
to suck and lick up the fine drink. Again, champagne was spilled upon
my breasts. This time, she concentrated on one nipple for a very long
time. I could do nothing but sigh in approval at her actions. Next
time, she surprised me. I squealed as I felt a cold shiver between my
thighs. Then I realized she had dumped the rest of the glass onto my
pussy.
I quickly realized that Melanie was giving me the best tongue of my
whole life! She was so slow and direct; it was sweet ecstasy! I
wondered what taste was in her mouth at this moment. The juices from my
body mixed with the champagne. What does it taste like?
Melanie continued to swipe my softness with her wonderful tongue.
She did not use her fingers much. She did not have to -- her tongue was
plenty nice enough! But she finally did use her fingers.
When I felt her index finger against my wet opening and then
realized she had slipped it inside, I felt as though I was going to
burst. Without a doubt, I had the most intense orgasm of my life!
I responded in the best way I could. I brought her mouth to mine
and kissed her deeply, completely. I nearly shoved my tongue down her
throat in the moment of passion. I moved my hand between her bare
thighs and forced a finger inside her. She squealed in return. Soon,
my mouth was between her parted legs and feasting away at her wonderful
treats.
I was sure that we would share many more orgasms in the future. I
thought at the time that this was the start of a beautiful relationship.
My beliefs were validated when Carrie and Deborah joined us later.
When Aaron returned from Europe, I told him
that I just couldn't see him anymore. He asked
if it was because of another man. I looked him
in the eyes and told him "no". It was because
of only one man -- HIM. He said that I would
be lonely; I told him not to count on it. I
said that I had enough friends to keep me
company. I hate to admit it, but it tickled me
pink to tell him that. I could tell that he
did not understand, but I think you do.
I am happy and content now with my female
lovers. I even got Ashley to join us and make
it a five-some. I am not looking for a new man
but am open to the idea; especially if the
right one comes along. I really do not care
what men look like. My ideal man is one who is
confident and sure. He is definitely NOT jeal-
ous and completely understands my need for my
girlfriends. I wouldn't even mind letting the
right man join the five of us for some intense
passion. But is my ideal man out there?
I am not concerned if the right guy comes into
my life at this point in time. It would be
great if he did. But as for now, I will just
continue to enjoy the wonderful slitfests
which have become the most important and
wonderful thing in my life. If something else
comes along, then things would be even better.
Dripping,
Denise Q.
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Subject: "Slitfest 2" 1/2
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Slitfest (Part 2 of ?)
Hello. This is the sequel to my first adult text story, entitled
SLITFEST.TXT, later re-named to SLITFST1.TXT. I received a great deal
of favorable responses from my original story, thus the easy decision to
write this one. If you have not read the first story, you should do so.
My name is Denise and I am 25 years of age (I was 24 when the first
story was written, so please don't be confused). For those of you who
like to know such things, I stand 5'6" and weigh 108 pounds, have long
blonde hair and bluish-green eyes. My measurements are 35c-24-34. You
should remember from my first story that I am a bi-sexual female.
I will write more stories about my sexual life in the future when
given the time. I only request that you upload this adult text file,
and all the others you have, to various bulletin boards and networks
which allow them. It's the sharing concept!
======================================================================
In my last story, I detailed how the romance
was re-kindled with one of my female lovers,
Ashley. I also spoke of my three girlfriends;
Carrie, Melanie and Deborah. While the five
of us would have several "girls only" nights,
where we would go out and hit the town, or
just find a place to stay for an evening and
fuck relentlessly, I only kept contact with
them for five months.
It all started when Ashley moved away to go to
a better college, in Virginia, of all places.
Since it's winter now, I wonder if she wishes
she were back here in California, where it's
still warm? Hmmmm. Anyway, Ashley was my
main companion, and she really got off on
being with Carrie, Melanie and Deborah. I
guess, I stayed with the three of them for so
long, simply because of Ashley.
But once Ashley left, I decided to stop seeing
the three ladies. While I do enjoy engaging
in group sex, having it three or four times a
week can get kind of boring -- the idea loses
its luster. I still consider myself friends
with the threesome, but I haven't seen any of
them in over a month. But if I wanted to, I
could pick up the telephone, and set a date
with them for the upcoming weekend -- where
the four of us would fuck for hours. However,
I am pretty content right now in my life.
I work for a large corporation in a Southern California city, as a
secretary. It is certainly not what you would call a glamour job, but
it pays the bills, and allows me to live in a comfortable apartment.
While on my lunch hour one afternoon in a nearby restaurant, I
overheard a conversation between Wendy and Angela, both of whom work in
the same office I do. Angela is the know-all of the office; she seems
to have all the scoops and latest gossip on all the employees.
I usually do not listen to her never-ending chatter, but could not
help but to tune in when she told Wendy that Barbara, a receptionist in
another division of the company, was bi-sexual.
"Rumor has it," Angela told her friend, "that Barbara was seen
going out of one of those dyke clubs in the north part of town." Angela
had spoke in such a snotty, demeaning tone that it reminded me why I do
not like her at all. This woman thinks anything she does not like, or
is against, is completely wrong. I could tell by her tone of voice that
she did not approve of lesbianism or bi-sexuality.
And whose place was it of hers to talk about Barbara in such a way
to a fellow co-worker? "Rumor has it"? This was not fair. What would
happen to Barbara's reputation if this "rumor" was false? No one would
believe her, but people like Angela would look down on her anyway.
"You mean she's a carpet muncher?" Wendy asked in her dumb tone.
Wow, I said to myself. What a genious term.
"Sure looks like it," Angela replied. "One of the girls from the
office saw her leave the dyke club, along with a woman who went out with
her. They left together."
"Doesn't surprise me," Wendy sneered. "Have you ever heard Barbara
talk about men? You ask her, and she's never dating a man."
"She's dating women!" Angela giggled.
It was at that time I decided to get up from my booth, and go and
pay the lunch bill. I had heard enough.
I got back to the office building about 10 minutes before break
ended, and decided to go and check on Barbara's division. I was hoping
she had returned from lunch as well. I had seen and met her before, but
Barbara was more of an acquaintance to me. I wanted to get an eye-ful
of her, to find out if she was my kind of girl.
I went to the networking division of the company and found Barbara
seated at her desk in the middle of the room, chatting on the phone. It
was a big office, and there were about 20 workstations in the room...
but there were only four people (including Barbara) who had returned
from lunch. I just stood at the door and casually looked at her, all
the while pretending as if I were waiting for someone else to arrive.
I got the idea from my first really good look at Barbara that she
was much more attractive than I had previously thought. She looked no
older than me, and had long blonde hair which went down to the center
of her back. Barbara was wearing a snug-fitting black dress with white
polkadots on it; and I could immediately tell that her body underneath
was very trim and well-proportioned.
But I could not get over the way her face lit up each time she
smiled. The sight was beautiful. It was the type of smile which could
light up the darkest of rooms, in a single instant.
I quickly got the impression that whomever Barbara was speaking to
on the telephone, it was a personal call... not a business one. She
seemed too happy and lively to talk business. At least, I could never
be so positive when talking shop.
I didn't want anyone to get suspicious, so I turned and walked
away, back to my own division. Lunch hour was almost over, and fellow
co-workers were filing back into the office. I got back to work, but
could not get my mind off the ravishing blonde at the other end of the
building, who was rumored to be either bi-sexual or lesbian.
I listened to chatterbox Angela and her gossipy friends for the
rest of the afternoon. The rumor mill about Barbara was at full speed
now -- there were even new ones. One of the other girls said she saw
Barbara hug and kiss an older woman a few months back in the parking
garage when it appeared no one else was around. But the gossiper
claimed she did not tell anyone, because she thought that woman with
Barbara was probably her mother. She now proclaimed the woman with
Barbara was one of her "lezzy friends".
I wanted to stand up and scream, and tell these women who
apparently have nothing better to do with their time than to sit
around and spread rumors, to shut their traps. Poor Barbara was
getting butchered, but I couldn't stand up for her. I certainly did not
want these bitches to start spreading rumors about me too.
However, I had something else in mind.
I've always been a person to take a chance, especially when it
comes to dealing with women. When I believe one is bi-sexual or
lesbian, I usually persue them, and find out for sure. Otherwise, I
would go through life without any female companionship -- and that
definitely would not be a good thing. I'm not like others in my
position -- afraid to ask other women if they may have an interest.
I intended to persue Barbara.
I go by the motto: "If you don't ask, you'll never receive what you
want." Let's look at the situation. I'm without Barbara at this point
in time. If I "ask her out" and she rejects me, I will still be without
Barbara. How would this make my life any worse than it was before I
asked her? It would be the same. But if she agrees to my advances,
then I will have gained something -- Barbara. I will have everything to
gain, and absolutely nothing to lose.
That's just the way I go through life.
Thus, in secret, I punched Barbara's employee profile up on my
computer. 24 years old, and she lived no more than a few miles from
where I did. The only thing I was interested in was her age, though.
As usual, curiousity got to me.
I dialed up her workstation number on the telephone, and spoke in
a tone low enough so that the women in my office could not overhear
what I had to say. After Barbara picked it up and said hello, I put
my plan to work.
"Hi, this is Denise, from over in accounting."
"Hi Denise," Barbara greeted in a friendly tone. "What can I do
for you?"
"I'd like to talk to you for a couple of minutes, face-to-face,"
was my reply. "Can I meet you in the fifth-floor conference room,
say... around 5:15?"
"5:15?" Barbara asked, skeptical. "But my shift ends 15 minutes
before that... Can't you talk to me here on the telephone?"
"I rather do it face-to-face," I told her.
"Oh... okay. I'll meet you, fifth-floor conference room, 15
minutes after five o'clock. Is that it?"
"Yes, that's it. And thank you."
I hung up the telephone and felt my insides tingle at what had
just occured. My shift, as well as mostly everyone else's, ended at
5:00pm too. But if I were to wait 15 minutes and let most of the
employees filter out to their cars, Barbara and I would not have to
worry about being spotted. The building did not lock down until 7:00pm.
The women from my office flocked to the exit like bees to a nest
once the clock read 5:00pm. I stayed behind, acting as if I were
cleaning out my desk, and was the last to leave. That was 10 minutes
later. I went to the fifth floor, and strolled over to the conference
room. Barbara was standing outside it, and I greeted her with a smile.
"Hi, thanks for meeting me," I said. "Can we go inside?"
"Sure," she replied, opening the door. I followed her in, and
closed the door behind us.
Barbara took a seat at the table and looked up at me. "Now... what
is all this about?"
I had heard enough rumors about Barbara in the day, from many
different people, to have reason to say what I was about to say.
Before speaking, I took in a deep breath.
"I feel kind of strange, meeting you like this," I told her. "But,
I just can't help it. I'm... attracted to you."
Barbara's green eyes grew big, and she suddenly stood up from the
table and took a step back. "What!?"
I could not detract now, so I had to go through with my rehearsed
speech. "I don't know. I've been noticing you lately, and I'm very
attracted to you. I don't know if you like girls or not, but I've
always been the type of person to be open and honest about my feelings."
Barbara seemed a little scared and shocked at the same time, as she
took three more steps back. "What is this?" she hissed. "A joke? Did
one of those girls spreading rumors send you here, to set me up?"
"Noooo," I said in a soft tone, stepping forward. I took another
deep breath, then decided to come out with the truth. "I admit that I
heard the rumors... but they did not send me here. I'm here on my own."
I took another step toward her. "Don't worry... I'm bi-sexual."
The look of shock and fright upon Barbara's face suddenly changed
to one of confusion. "You are?" came a timid question.
I took another step closer, and placed my right hand upon her
shoulder. "I sure am."
"I... I... don't know... what to... say," Barbara gibbered.
I smiled at her. "Would you like to go to dinner with me?"
My ensuing dinner date with Barbara was very
nice. We went to my favorite restaurant, near
the city mall, and spoke for about two hours.
I listened to Barbara express her disdain for
the rumors which were circulating, although
she revealed to me all of them were true.
Barbara also told me that she was not seeing
another woman at the current time, which, of
course, made me very happy.
I followed Barbara to her apartment, but said
I needed to get home myself. I didn't want
things to go too far this first night... it
may have possibly ruined any chance for the
future. So, instead, I gave Barbara a soft
whisper of a kiss, on the lips, before getting
back into my car and leaving.
We made a promise to get to know one another
more... much more.
------------------------------------------------
Barbara said that she did not want the others
at work to think that I was bi-sexual too, so
the two of us kept our distance while others
were around. We would meet, however, each day
at 5:15pm, after the majority of co-workers
had gone home. During this time period, I do
not remember seeing anyone past 5:15pm that I
recognized, let alone knew. Barbara and I
would usually leave together and go on a
dinner date, all the while getting to know one
another more and more.
I made a telephone call to my parents a week
or so after Barbara and I had become friends.
I asked my father if I could use his resort
cabin, up in the mountains, for the weekend.
I did not suspect he would decline my request,
simply because both he and my mother have
pretty much given me everything I have ever
needed and/or wanted. Thus, it came as no
surprise when his response was: "When can you
come over and pick up the keys, sweetheart?"
I thought that the cabin would provide Barbara
and myself a peaceful retreat for the weekend.
We could spend a couple of days in nature, and
not have to deal with the sights and sounds of
the busy city. It would also, perhaps most
importantly, give Barbara and myself more time
to get to know one another.
Of course, I had to ask Barbara if she would
be interested in spending some time up at the
cabin. She seemed a little skeptical at
first. But, I eventually convinced her. I
described how peaceful the surronding forest
can be. I told her that watching the sunset
through the trees is simply beautiful. I
spoke of the nature trails, where we could
take hikes and view the animal life. I spoke
of the flowers we could pick and take home.
As I said, she eventually agreed to go.
And I didn't even have to mention the
earth-shattering sex I had in mind for us!
------------------------------------------------
We agreed to go up to the mountains on that
Friday evening, after work, and stay there
until late Sunday. I told Barbara to pack all
of her belongings on Thursday, so we could get
off work and head straight for the cabin. The
only detour would be Barbara parking her car
at the apartment complex where she lived.
Both of us went in my car.
The drive up to the cabin was very refreshing.
I've always thought that once you get out of
the crowded urban areas around Los Angeles,
and into the mountains and forests, there
isn't a more beautiful place in the entire
country. And, I've been to several areas.
We stopped off at the grocery store in the
small town before turning onto the road which
led up to the cabin. Barbara and I split the
costs for food and beverages, while getting
tips and pointers from the friendly cashier on
what to do, and what to avoid, in the forest.
It makes me feel naughty to think about this,
but I have to imagine what the cashier would
have thought if he knew that Barbara and I
were pussy-hungry women, going up to the cabin
to live out our desires. Sex had not come up
with Barbara when I offered her a weekend at
the cabin, but I knew full well that she was
thinking about it just as much as I was. We
had not fucked yet, but there was definite
hints coming from her that she wanted it
almost (but not more) as much as I did.
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Subject: "Slitfest 2" 2/2
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The two of us arrived there around 8:00pm or so. The cabin was a
bit cold at first, so we turned on the heating system, and roared up the
fireplace. We proceeded to unpack our luggage, then fix and share a
scrumptious spaghetti dinner together.
Around 10:00, Barbara and I were seated in front of the fireplace,
sipping glasses of champagne. We were still dressed the same as we were
upon arrival : she was in a blue sweater and jeans, and I was in a white
blouse and brown pants. The inevitable topic, sex, had finally come up,
and we were discussing "first times".
"I'll just never forget the experience," Barbara said, a look of
glee upon her lovely face. "I mean, there I was, and here was this big
hunk over top of me, shooting cum all over my breasts and face! He
even got it into my hair!"
"Oooooh!" I squealed. "I used to like it, when I still dated men,
when they would blow their load and shoot it all over my hair! It got
real STICKY, and I loved it!"
Barbara smiled at me. "So, Denise, what was your first time like?
Anything exciting, or just drab and dull?"
"Exciting," I said, nodding my head. "Back in high school, with my
first boyfriend... his name was Eric. He was supposed to experienced
and all, so I pretty much let him have his way with me. He fucked me
on the sofa in his house... his parents were not home, of course. But,
all seemed normal until Eric started saying that he simply COULD NOT be
satisfied unless he fucked me in the ass!"
"Really?" Barbara exclaimed, laughing. Hey, we were having fun,
sharing intimate stories like this!
"Really!" I returned. "I wanted to make him happy, so I said that
it would be okay if he fucked me in the ass."
"How did it feel?" Barbara asked, eagerly.
I shook my head. "I'll never forget it. I got on the floor, on my
hands and knees, and he simply forged that huge cock into my ass. It
felt so INTENSE! I could not believe it. I was screaming and crying,
because it hurt so bad, yet felt so good at the same time. Finally,
Eric kind of lost control, and he pulled out and came all over my back."
I paused and added, with a wry smile, "I let him fuck my ass anytime he
wanted until we broke up, a few months later."
"Did you ever get caught having sex with someone else?" was
Barbara's next question.
"Sure did!" was my reply. "Back in high school as well, but this
time with my first girlfriend, Nikki. We stayed a bit longer than any
of the other girls one evening after cheerleading practice in the locker
room. We were busy applying mascara and stuff like that. All of a
sudden, Nikki is getting horny, and she starts kissing and feeling me
up! No one was supposed to be around, and it was getting pretty hot and
heavy when all of a sudden, 'WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?'."
"Who said that?" Barbara laughed.
"It was the cheerleading coach, Miss Hardwick!" I exclaimed. "She
had caught Nikki and I necking... but didn't seem to mind. She just
told us to get home immediately, and she would not report us to the
principal. We went home, and never heard a thing from Miss Hardwick
about that night again. It was as if it didn't happen."
Barbara took a deep breath and smiled at me. "Hmmmmm... all this
talk about sex is making me hot. You?"
I grinned at her in return. "I'm burning up inside." I paused, my
smile becoming wider. "I mean, I've only known you for a week, and
here we are, sharing personal experiences with one another..."
"...in front of a fireplace, in a secluded area of the mountains,
with no one else around." Barbara had finished my thought.
"Exactly!"
Barbara's green eyes grew big once more... it almost was like they
were glowing. She looked at me, her expression deep and piercing.
"Denise," came a quiet tone, "when was the last time you made love to
another woman?" She reached out and grasped my right hand.
"About a month or so ago," was my soft reply.
She smiled. "Would you like to make love to me?"
There was a slight pause on my part. I just wanted to have her
question, and what it meant, sink in. "Barbara, honey, I don't think
there is anything in the world... that I want to do more right now,
than take you into my arms and make love to you."
She flashed that light-up-the-darkest-room type of smile at me,
then scooted closer and placed one arm around my shoulder, drawing my
body to hers. I felt a hand of hers press firmly against one of my
breasts, and then her lips closed over mine for a soft, soothing kiss.
I could not believe my luck! Here I was, alone in a secluded cabin
for the weekend, with an absolute blonde bombshell of a woman. I began
to think if not for chatterbox Angela and her rumor spreading, I would
have never found out about Barbara's attraction to women. And at the
same time, I would not have such a warm, sensual body in my arms now.
Hmmmm.
Angela helped me, but I could never thank her.
She's a bitch!
The kiss Barbara and I shared in front of the fireplace slowly
changed from soft and explatory, to a heated, passionate exchange.
When I first pressed my tongue against her lips, Barbara moaned in
delight. She proceeded to open her mouth for me, giving my tongue
access. I used the invitation, and sought her own tongue, in her mouth.
It was at that point the kiss really started to heat up. Barbara
placed her arms around me and hugged tightly, and I reached down and
cupped her shapely ass in both hands.
The breathing between us intensified, and soon we were gasping for
air, in unison. I could tell that Barbara was really hungry for a kiss.
She was more eager than anyone I ever remember kissing.
"I can't believe this," she squealed, once the kiss had ended,
almost a minute after it started. "Just last week, I'm all alone, and
now here I am, with you!"
"I know," I smiled at her. "I feel the same way."
"Hmmmmm," she moaned, grinning. "I'm going to fuck you, Denise.
I'm going to fuck you something good!"
My hands still cupped her ass as she reached forward and began to
massage my breasts through the blouse I wore. We looked at each other
and exchanged a smile, and soon her long fingers were busy, unbuttoning
my top and whisking it away.
I placed both hands behind my neck and held the submissive-like
position while Barbara unsnapped my bra. Then I released the position,
and she took the bra off. I was topless in front of her now, and she
reached down and started thumbing one of my nipples.
"Oooooh," she cooed, those magnificant fingers at work, "so very
hard and rigid."
Moaning, I managed to unbutton the stylish brown pants I wore, and
pushed them down slightly. I reached between my thighs and placed my
hand upon my pussy, covered by a pair of panties, and massaged gently.
Barbara noticed I was masturbating, and smiled. "Hmmmm. A woman
who was the same hobby I do. And not afraid to show it!" She held two
fingers up with her free hand, while the other continued to work on my
nipple. "These have been my sexual companions for the past couple of
months," came her confession. "The good ol' index and middle finger."
"Maybe I can be a companion too, from now on," I moaned at her.
"Hmmmmm," she smiled. "I'd like that."
Barbara's mouth descended downward, and suddenly her lips clamped
down upon one of my nipples.
I cooed and moaned as her lips and tongue got to work on pleasuring
me even more. I reached down, and started to massage her blonde head.
She looked up and smiled, still suckling my nipple, then giggled.
"Oh Barbara, that feels so nice.... So nice... Ohhhh..."
"We need to get you out of your clothes," Barbara said, her hands
going downward, toward my brown pants.
She tugged them down, and wiggled my high-heels off in the process.
I massaged my pussy once more, again through the panties, and then
Barbara slipped them down as well. I watched as her gaze focused on the
cleft between my thighs. She licked her lips and smiled at the sight.
Barbara scooted further away, then spread my legs wide with both
hands. She grasped my bare ass, then began an assault upon my pussy.
Moaning, I looked down and watched Barbara, still fully dressed,
as her lips and tongue worked on their slippery snack. I arched my
neck and back, the sensations shooting through my body at a rapid pace,
and then felt two fingers sliding deep between my wet folds. I reached
over and tightly grasped the leg of a chair as this absolute enchantress
of a woman started to finger-fuck me, using her lips at the same time.
"So tasty!" Barbara squealed as her mouth and fingers worked in
unison, each turning my insides into a wild, burning flame. I soon
realized that she could eat pussy better than anyone I have ever known,
whether it be male or female.
I cried and moaned in lust as my body reached a fever pitch. I
arched my neck and back again, but this time higher, and then let out
a thunderous scream. As the juices started to flow from my pussy, I
felt Barbara's mouth clamp down tighter, and she slurped up nearly
every drop of cum that I produced.
"OH... OH... OHH... Thank you! Thank you!" was all I could
say, as her mouth retreated from my pussy. She had given me so much
pleasure -- now it was my turn to give some back.
Barbara sat up and smiled at me, then lifted her sweater up and
took it off. She cupped her bra-covered breasts and gave them each a
squeeze that must have lasted 15 seconds, then unclasped it, and took
it off as well.
As I saw her bare breasts for the first time, I realized they were
perfect. They were big, but firm at the same time. Richly tanned, her
breasts had regular-sized nipples, which weren't that much darker than
the tan. I continued staring until her words broke my trance.
"I see you like them," she squealed.
I looked at her face. "Oh yes, I do. They're magnificant."
Barbara began massaging her breasts again with both hands. "Can
you give them some attention, Denise? They're real sensitive, and I
truly enjoy it when people touch and kiss them."
"With pleasure," I grinned, getting onto my knees and walking over
to her. Barbara laid down upon her back as I closed the distance
between us. Reaching down, I took both of her breasts into my hands,
and started to grope them.
Barbara shrieked and whined in pleasure as I continued to scour her
sculpted breasts with both hands. "You're so beautiful," I said to her,
enjoying the reactions upon her face that my massaging caused. "I only
wish that we could have gotten together before this..."
"Me too," Barbara moaned, looking up at me. "Oh, keep it up! OH!
I love your hands!" She paused, gulping her throat, then added, "You
are beautiful too, Denise. I hope we're together for a long time!"
"It's so hard, trying to find a female lover," I told her.
"Tell me about it!" she squealed, her body squirming. "Especially
trying to find one you are comfortable with!"
"Sit up, baby," I asked her, pulling her upward by the shoulders.
I proceeded to embrace her, and then tilted my head downward, and
attached onto one of her nipples with my lips.
"Oooooh," she cooed, caressing my head, "you have such a nice
little mouth."
I soon got the idea that I could suck on her nipples FOREVER!, if
it was humanly possible. Her breasts, so round and firm, so succulent,
they were truly a treat to feast upon.
As I worked on one breast, I used a hand on the other, rubbing and
fingering its nipple. Barbara really seemed to enjoy it when I would
take a long fingernail, and rougly rake it across her upturned nipple.
Still moaning above me, Barbara started to splay kisses all across
the top of my head. After a half-minute or so, I stopped nibbling on
her breasts and looked up at her, and then sought her mouth with my
own for a heated kiss.
Our lips locked together in passionate bliss, as we embraced one
another tightly. I placed my arms around her back and hugged tightly,
and I felt a hand upon one of my breasts, and the other on my ass. The
kiss continued, our tongues playing a wild, raucous game of `tag` in
each others' mouth.
"Eat my pussy," Barbara begged, breaking the kiss. "Please... I'll
do anything you want. Just eat my pussy."
I smiled at her, enjoying her submissive attitude, and then reached
down and undid her jeans. I slid them all the way down to her ankles,
but had to get rid of her sneakers before taking the jeans off. Once
this was accomplished, Barbara fell onto her back and spread her thighs
for me, and then reached down and slid her panties down. I took them at
mid-thigh, and whisked them off.
I sat and looked down at Barbara, nude now as well, as she rubbed
her pussy with an open hand. "Come on, Denise," she squealed, in a
pleading tone. "I'm so hot... Don't make me beg for it!"
I grinned at Barbara's words, then moved in between her thighs, and
pushed her hand away. I studied the blonde triangle of curls for about
five seconds, as well as the tiny slit not-so-well hidden underneath.
"Please!" she begged, once more. "Please stop teasing me!"
I looked up at her again, and slipped my right index finger into my
mouth. Her look was one of confusion as I licked the finger inside my
mouth, lubricating it. I took it out, and then inserted it into her
damp entrance.
Barbara really must have enjoyed that, because she let out a loud,
shrieking scream at the slightest hint of contact.
I plunged my finger in and out of her at a steady, but not fast,
pace. She was definitely wet already, and I could feel the juices upon
my probing finger.
I noticed her clit for the first time, and gently took it into my
mouth. She wailed in pleasure as I did so, and then I began to nibble
it, ever-so-softly. Barbara's luscious body, already, started to buck
and contract beneath me.
I wasn't going to let her cum just yet, so I released her clit, and
withdrew my finger. She was about to ask if anything was wrong, it
seemed, until I planted a series of kisses along her inner thighs. I
must have kissed and licked every single inch of her down there during
this time period, except her pussy and anus.
I placed both hands upon her hips, trying to hold her squirming
body still, and then jabbed her clit with my tongue. Barbara cried
out in ecstasy -- I had never seen anyone this hot before at just a
few traces of oral sex. I had not really even started on her yet, but
she was a blazing inferno.
I took a finger from each hand, and parted her tiny pussy lips,
then dove inside with my lips and tongue. I put my hands on her hips
once again, and began to feast upon the main course of the evening.
Barbara's pussy was so incredibly wet and tight. Tasty too. I
wanted to jump right into her, and never leave. I also enjoyed her
bucking and squirming beneath me, as I pleasured her orally. Trying
to hold her down was not really working. Her physical reactions were
simply too strong and powerful for me to contain.
So, I moved a hand between her thighs, and inserted a finger into
her steaming hole. It, combined with my mouth, brought her to the
boiling point.
I retreated for an instant, pulling my head up to look at her face.
It, as well as the rest of her body, was completely flushed. Her
breasts were heaving up and down as she gasped for breath, her eyes
closed, her mouth open.
She was going to have a massive orgasm, and I was the one who was
going to help her achieve it.
I swiped her burning slit with my tongue several times more, while
my finger did not stop thrusting in and out of her. Barbara's body
really started to contract now, and I withdrew my head once again,
wanting to watch what was about to happen.
I inserted a second finger into her, and fucked her with both at a
furious pace. Barbara cried in passion, and then screamed as I placed
a third finger into her little crevice. I pounded her slit, not being
one bit sensitive, and the juices started to flow.
"THAT'S IT!" I screamed at her. "Cum for me, baby! Cum for me!"
"OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD!" Barbara's squeal thundered throughout the
cabin. "I'M.... IT'S.... I.... OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Cum was flowing from Barbara's pussy as if a river dam had burst.
She was grabbing her breasts, squeezing them with all her strength, as
she continued to scream and cry in passion. I moved between her thighs
with my mouth, wanting to scoop up and swallow her cum.
As I placed my hands under her ass, and began to massage it, my
tongue went to work. I lapped up her juices and swallowed them, and
did not stop until the entire area was taken care of.
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Afterwards, I moved up and kissed her on the mouth, the cum being
exchanged between us. She looked at me and smiled as the kiss ended,
and then I placed the side of my face against hers. We lay there
quietly for about 15 minutes, resting and relaxing, enjoying the utter
closeness that our bodies, pressed tightly together, provided.
And then we fucked.
Again and again, all through the night....
Since my initial coupling with Barbara, the two
of us have moved into a new apartment together.
We have become quite close, not only sexually,
but emotionally as well.
Barbara quit her job at the company where I
work, to eliminate any possibility of one of
the gossipers spotting us together. She got
a new job at a different corporation, and is
very happy working there. It is also peaceful
for her, because no one there knows of her
personal life and interests. Thus, there are
no rumors or gossip-mongers.
I am very content with Barbara as of now. I
can truthfully say I love her. She loves me
as well.
And, of course, I will continue to enjoy the
wonderful slitfests that the two of us share
together.
Who says life isn't perfect?
Dripping,
Denise Q.
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Subject: "Slitfest 3"
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The following story is adult in nature and should not be viewed by those
who are a) under the age of 18 and/or b) offended by such literature.
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Slitfest (Part 3 of ?)
Hello. This is the third story in my series, SLITFST3.TXT. You
may remember SLITFST1.TXT and SLITFST2.TXT. If not, well, I suggest
you find both and read them before taking in this file.
My name is Denise and I am 25 years of age. For those of you who
like to know such things, I stand 5'6" and weigh 108 pounds, have long
blonde hair and bluish-green eyes. My measurements are 35c-24-34. If
you read my prior stories, you will know that I am a bi-sexual female.
Be sure to take part in the sharing concept... upload all the
erotic text files you have to the bulletin boards and networks in your
area which allow them. Especially my files!!! <g>
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In the prior story, I explained how I met
Barbara, and detailed the events leading
up to our first sexual encounter.
A few months have since passed, and now
instead of renting an apartment, we rent
a house together. We found a nice home
near the beach, at a bargain price. I've
always preferred homes to apartments in
the first place, as has Barbara. Perhaps
we will one day buy this house. It is in
a very beautiful neighborhood.
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Never being the jealous type, I was not upset
a couple of weeks ago when Barbara said that
one of her former lovers, Julie, was in town,
and that she wanted to go out to dinner with
her. I told Barbara that it would be fine if
she went out to eat with Julie... just as long
as I know about her beforehand.
So, Barbara told me about her. Julie, 22, had
moved away two years earlier to attend college
upstate near San Francisco. She and Barbara
had been intimate lovers for over a year, yet
were split apart once Julie moved away. It
was purely a "life" move. Apparently, Julie
had felt she could get the best education
while up in Northern California, or NoCal.
It reminded me of Ashley. She, of course, left
me, to attend college on the East Coast.
Barbara fished out her picture album and showed
me some nice photographs of her and Julie
together. I could tell Julie, a blonde like
Barbara, was a very pretty lady.
Barbara added a couple of stories involving
herself and Julie... HOT stories. Her words
made me kind of horny, and soon the two of us
were going at it in the bedroom like animals.
That was one of the hardest fucks I have ever
received, in my entire life!
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I arrived home from a long shift at work a few
days later and found Barbara looking like a
million dollars. She was wearing a white
micro-miniskirt, a black blouse and matching
high-heels. Her blonde hair, usually long and
free-flowing, was pinned up. Barbara also wore
expensive jewelrey and it looked as though she
had spent three hours on her make-up alone.
I was a little surprised, but perhaps I should
not have been.
I got the idea that Barbara had MORE than a
dinner date with Julie in mind.
"How do I look, Denise?" she asked, posing in front of the large
wall mirror in the bedroom.
"Beautiful," came my reply. "Why are you all dressed up?"
Barbara smiled. "Well, it's my first time seeing Julie in a few
years. I guess, I want to impress her."
I gave her a pat on the bottom before going over to the bed and
throwing my purse down. "Well, you should definitely impress her.
Especially, if you're going to wear that outfit."
Barbara turned toward me with an inquisitive expression. "Are you
sure you're not upset or jealous, Denise? I mean, I won't go, if it
makes you upset. I truly mean that."
"No, go," I said. "Go. I want you to go. I won't be jealous." I
paused before adding, "Besides, I told you about the adventures Ashley
and I used to have. I sure wasn't jealous when she was out fucking one,
two, three... of my friends." There was another pause on my part. "I'm
not the jealous type. I know, Barbara, that no matter what happens with
you and Julie, you love me... and that is the important thing."
"That's right," she said, coming over and offering a warm hug. "I
do love you. And I appreciate your leniency." She stepped back and
grinned. "Wow. You tell me of those `adventures' with Ashley... I've
always wondered what it would be like to be involved in group sex."
"It's the BEST," I sneered at her. "Pussies, hands, mouths,
breasts... EVERYWHERE!"
"No cocks?" she teased.
"No cocks," I giggled. "For me to get involved with a man again,
he's going to have to be perfect. Absolutely perfect. I mean, I've had
so much trouble with men in my lifetime." I reached out, and traced a
fingertip along the outline of Barbara's left breast. "I'm attracted to
women. I'm attracted to women more than ever before."
She laughed again. "I wonder if you'd say that, if there was a
cock shoved inside your pussy."
I snickered before replying. "Well, you shove dildos in my pussy.
Does that count for anything?"
"Maybe," she grinned.
After Barbara had left for her dinner date, I
whipped up a salad and camped in front of the
television set, eating dinner and drinking a
glass of iced tea. I did get invited to the
restaurant, but declined. I figured, hey, it
was Barbara's first time seeing her friend in
a long time. They deserved to be alone.
Gradually, I had unbuttoned my white blouse,
and slid my gray skirt down and off. The less
clothes I have on, the more comfortable I feel.
Although I find "Wheel" quite out-dated, I
watched it anyway, fantasizing about what it
would be like to turn Vanna White's letters
myself. I'm sure I'm not the only one.
By the time the kooky gameshow had ended, I
found my right hand buried in my panties.
Nothing else of interest was on television,
so I got up and stripped the remainder of my
clothes off, en route to the main restroom.
Time for a bath!
Several moments later, I had the tub full of hot, soapy water, and
was luxuariating in the sensations. Such a long day of work; it felt so
good to come home and relax in a nice, hot bath.
I continually soaped up the washcloth, and rubbed it over my upper
body, especially my breasts. It felt so nice. One breast, and then the
other. A cycle that never wore itself out. That is, until I thought of
something a little better.
I stretched a leg out, and ran the soapy washcloth along it, and
came to a halt between my thighs. It seemed as though my body was alive
with wild sensations, and it felt so wonderful when I pressed the cloth
down and rubbed it against my pussy.
"Oooooh," came a squealing moan from me, and I pressed harder.
Soon, I slipped down further in the tub, now sitting on my
tailbone, and spread my legs out wide in the tub. Planting both feet
alongside the edge gave me complete access to what I wanted.
I opened the washcloth up and then smothered it between my thighs.
I pressed deeply with two fingers, and moaned in delight while rotating
each in tiny, erotic circles. Even though I masturbate on a daily
basis, I can never get enough of it.
After dunking the cloth in a patch of suds, I dug between my thighs
once again. I cooed and sighed in approval, then giggled.
I scrubed my breasts and shoulders with the cloth, then got up and
took a seat on the inside edge of the tub. It was about two feet in
width, so there was plenty of room to sit and be comfortable.
I did this for one reason, and that was to masturbate with the
cloth in open air.
I spread my thighs wide apart, facing the open shower curtain, and
reached down into the sudsy water with the cloth. I brought it back
up, settled in deeper on the edge, and then planted it against my pussy
once again.
I dug and dug into the sensitive flesh for at least 15 seconds, my
insides getting hotter and hotter.
I reached back into the water and then crumpled the washcloth in
one hand. I wrung it out at my abdomen, letting the squeezed-out water
trickle downward, over my pussy. Then I started giving long, slow
swipes with the cloth, concentrating on the area between my thighs.
Holding my slit open with the other hand, I dunked the cloth once
again, then spread it across the exposed area.
In a matter of seconds, both hands were busy. I rubbed the cloth
over my pussy, and then did the same with the other hand, which was
bare. I did this in a cycle which lasted for at least 30 seconds.
After tossing the cloth into the suds, I used both bare hands to
masturbate. While massaging my clit with two fingers from the left
hand, I used three fingers from the right and thrusted them in-and-out
of the slippery opening.
The room was filled with a chorus of moans and sighs as I brought
myself closer and closer to a self-induced orgasm.
Too bad I didn't bring my favorite dildo to the tub along with me!
However, orgasm had to wait. Not yet. Didn't want it yet.
After retrieving the washcloth, I stood up in the center of the tub
and wrung it out at my abdomen once again, letting the water filter over
and through the folds of my pussy.
Then I proceeded to turn around, and bend over at the waist. I
put one hand on the edge where I had just sat, and propped a foot up
there as well. With the other hand, I reached behind myself, and ground
the cloth between my asscheeks.
"Ooooooh!" I squealed in delight, rubbing against my anus.
That hand still behind my back, I dug into my pussy, then roughly
dragged the cloth upward, over and across my puckered anus. I did this
motion several times before dropping the cloth into the water again.
I was still bent at the waist, in the overly obscene position, when
I simply used my index finger and forged it between my asscheeks. I
cried out in sudden shock upon anal penetration, then relaxed for a
short moment and sighed in total pleasure.
My hips started to gyrate as I wiggled the finger around inside my
ass. I felt so hot; my body was becoming a raging inferno! I started
to writhe about and almost slipped before finally taking the finger out.
I was about to retrieve the washcloth when I noticed the hand-held
shower nozzle on the wall.
"Hmmmmm," I moaned, curiously, while flipping the nozzle on. Water
spurted out, and I immediately shoved it between my thighs.
The head was very wide in length, and hard as rock, and I continued
to grind it against my burning pussy.
More moans and sighs escaped from within my throat, and I soon came
to the decision that this wonderful instrument would bring me to orgasm.
I moved it upward, and rubbed it across my anus. That set the
wheels in motion, causing the loudest moan yet. I brought the nozzle
back to my pussy and savagely masturbated with it.
"Gonna cum!" I screamed, as if someone was there to hear me.
"Ohhhhh.... OHHHHHHH.... OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" came my cry, as the
juices started to flow. I dropped the nozzle, which was still shooting
water out, and braced myself with both hands against the edge, in an
effort not to fall over. "FUCK!" I screamed as the tidal wave started
to taper off. "Feels so GOOD!"
"Oooooh," I moaned, raising from the bent over position, the cloth
now back in hand. I reached down and swiped my pussy with it once more,
then slowly lowered myself back into the water. "Hotttt!" I sighed,
taking a seat in the tub.
I stayed in the tub for a half-hour more,
giving myself time to recover from the
blissful experience, and rested up.
Masturbation is quite a common thing around
this house. Barbara and I are very open
with each other, and we both masturbate on
a daily basis. She is always getting all
sorts of new "toys" from adult mail-order
companies. I have my own set of joy toys,
and the two of us often share and trade.
I washed my hair before exiting the tub, and
then toweled and dried off.
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I was wearing only a pink robe and was about
ready for bed when the telephone rang.
"Hello?"
"Denise, it's Barbara."
I smiled. "Oh, hi honey. What can I do for you?"
She paused. "Would it be okay if I brought Julie over to the
house? I want to give her a guided tour before we call it a night."
I looked down at myself, in a robe, almost ready to go to sleep.
"Barbara, can't it wait un... oh, okay. Okay. You can bring her over."
"Are you sure?" she asked, skeptical.
"Yeah, I'm sure," came my reply. "Just give me a half-hour."
"Great!" she exclaimed. "We'll be there in 45 minutes."
Ahh, I didn't care. I'd just throw on a blouse
and a pair of jeans. I figured the night was
important to Barbara, wanting to score points
with her former girlfriend. That's why I said
it would be okay for her to come over for a
visit, even though I was preparing to go to bed.
It was actually over an hour after the call,
before they finally arrived.
And the photos I'd seen earlier did not do
Julie any type of justice at all.
She had the girl-next-door type of look. She
was quite petite, without a lot of voluptuous
curves, although everything seemed firm and
tight. Julie had shoulder-length blonde hair,
brown eyes and a very attractive smile.
"You must be Denise," she said, extending her hand.
"And you're Julie," I summarized, shaking her hand.
"I've heard so much about you."
"Really?" I said, looking over at Barbara. Well, I said to
myself, someone wouldn't have to be Phi Beta Kappa to figure out
Barbara and I are lovers, if they already know beforehand that one
or both of us are bi-sexual. After all, we are living together.
"Jules, let's go over to the sofa here," Barbara said. "I have
some pictures I want to show you."
"Great," the pretty blonde smiled.
I stood there in silence for a moment, then finally spoke up.
"Would either of you like something to drink?"
"Red wine," Barbara replied, already on the sofa.
Julie shrugged her shoulders. "Red wine for me too."
I went into the kitchen to pour two glasses, thinking that Julie
seemed like a very nice person. No wonder Barbara was so concerned
about making it a perfect night. I thought hey, if Julie were my
girlfriend, past or present, I'd want to impress her as well.
After pouring both glasses, I took them and went back toward the
living room. I almost spilled the drinks when I got my first look at
what was happening.
"Am I interrupting something?" was my question, in a shrill tone.
Barbara, wrapped in Julie's arms, broke off the mouth-to-mouth kiss
and looked over at me. "Forget the wine, baby. Come over and join us!
Make it a threesome!"
I glanced at Julie, who was looking at me with a lust-filled
expression upon her lovely face.
"But Barbara..." I finally said. "I don't even know that girl. I
may like all kinds of sex, but I'm into doing it with strangers!"
"Oh, come on!" Barbara encouraged. "Julie isn't a stranger. I
know her quite well. Besides, this is the only night she can see us.
You know how much I want to take part in a threesome."
"Yeah, Denise! Come on!" Julie smiled in a innocent tone.
I noticed Barbara had her hand buried inside Julie's blouse,
massaging her breasts.
"Please, Denise?" Barbara whined.
"Arrrrg," I mumbled to myself, placing the glasses down upon the
end-table and rushing over to them.
A stranger.
Sex with a stranger.
A stranger.
"Great!" Barbara exclaimed, reaching up and pulling me down onto
the sofa, between her and Julie.
Before I knew what happened next, Julie grasped my chin and turned
my face toward hers... and then her mouth was clamped down upon mine for
a heated kiss. The girl doesn't waste any time, I told myself.
Barbara's right hand was massaging my left breast as I slumped down
deeper into the sofa. Julie broke the kiss with me off, and then she
and Barbara played a game of tongue-tag, about 6 inches away from my
face. I felt hands on me; it seemed as though they were touching every
part of my body.
I moaned at the sudden excitement level, and reached in different
directions with both hands. My left sought Julie's upper thigh, and I
massaged it through the white pants she wore. The other went for the
gusto, diving between Barbara's inviting legs, and rubbing her pussy
through the tiny G-string she wore.
I leaned forward a bit and stuck my tongue out, and now all three
of us were playing tongue-tag in the open air. I must admit, it was
very erotic, getting so intimate with a stranger, so soon.
Both ladies detracted, and soon they were busy unbuttoning my
blouse and whisking it off. Barbara reached underneath me and unhooked
my bra, and took it off as well.
I moaned as both took advantage of my topless state. Two mouths
descended upon me -- one on each breast.
"Ooooooh," I squealed, spreading my thighs wide (an involuntary
reaction). Even though I still had on a pair of jeans, Barbara slid
her hand downward, and began rubbing my pussy through the material. I
was now doing the same to Julie, rubbing her treasure box through her
white pants. As for Barbara, I had my hand under her G-string now, and
was busy finger-fucking her.
I continued to moan and sigh as their lips and teeth worked wonders
upon my breasts and nipples.
They broke away at the same time, and then shared a series of deep,
quick kisses right before my very eyes. Then, in a flash, both were
planting kisses on either side of my face.
One of my arms was now wrapped around Barbara's shoulder, and the
opposite hand was groping Julie's breasts through her blouse.
Each of their mouths returned to my nipples, and this time, they
also used their hands and fingers, which only added to the pleasure.
Why couldn't this have happened earlier???
It soon became apparent that Barbara and Julie were dedicated to
my breasts. They kept nibbling and sucking, this time not breaking off.
I simply arched my neck and sighed, in pleasure, as they continued.
I reached down and undid the jeans I wore. I moved my hands back
to each body beside me, figuring they could take my jeans and panties
off for me, when they wanted to.
But as for now, their mouths were committed to my breasts. Each
kept sucking and nibbling, and it felt GREAT! I had not been in a
threesome in several months; I almost forgot how great they are.
Her mouth still at work, Julie reached down between my thighs, and
nudged her hand beneath my panties. I moaned as the foreign hand, at
least to me, rubbed over my damp pussy.
I looked over at Barbara, and noticed that she was masturbating.
Her miniskirt was raised above her waist, and her right hand was busy.
Seconds later, the breast sucking finally came to a close. Barbara
got onto the sofa and stood on her knees beside me. Slowly, as if
asking permission, she raised one knee and moved it over my face.
"Do it," I said.
In a flash, Barbara was seated astride my face. I reached up and
slid the tiny understrip of her G-string out of the way, then went to
work on her succulent little pussy.
Barbara's body bucked and writhed above me as I went to work with
my mouth. I spread her slit with fingers from both hands, and dug my
tongue in deep between the folds, tasting every wet recess.
Meanwhile, I felt my jeans being slid down, and then my panties.
My body tensed as Julie's mouth dived between my own thighs, and then
started to lick and nibble away.
I spread myself open for her, all the way, as Barbara reached back
and down, tweaking one of my nipples with two fingers.
I could not see what Julie was doing to me, because Barbara was
blocking my view. But I certainly enjoyed Julie's oral ministrations!
"FUCK YES!" I screamed, in both shock and pleasure, as Julie
slammed at least three (perhaps four) fingers into me. She continued
eating me at the same time... it was SOOOOO wonderful.
I was sucking on Barbara's clit now, taking it into my mouth and
gently tugging it downward.
My own body was rocking with passion, thanks to Julie. I thought
these two may engage in sexual activity... but I certainly never had
any idea that I would be right in the middle of it, too!
Julie was really doing a number on me. I felt her tongue taking
long, erotic swipes of my pussy... every hint of contact excited me
more and more. Meanwhile, I had my tongue forged up into Barbara's
slit. I was determined to make her cum, because I wanted to swallow
the explosion. And I was also determined to make her cum, before
Julie made ME cum.
However, that was not the case.
All of a sudden, it was as if an earthquake had hit. I screamed
in lust, and I felt the juices flowing from me as if they were a tidal
wave. And at the same time, I felt Julie's mouth still on me, trying
herself to swallow and suck down the delicious liquid.
"Cum for me, Barbara," I begged.
A second later, she let herself go -- all over my face. Moaning,
I swallowed as much as I could, my tongue lapping like crazy. She
ground her pussy into my mouth, and just kept cumming, all the while
screaming and moaning her own passion.
Barbara slid away from me, and I noticed that she was completely
nude, except for the G-string that I had to push out of the way, in
order to eat her, and her miniskirt. She must have gotten rid of her
top while I worked on her pussy. She disposed of the miniskirt and
G-string, sliding them down, and tossing them aside.
"Wait here," Barbara said, getting up and walking out of the
living room.
I looked over at Julie, and noticed that she was now topless. Her
breasts weren't very large, but I wasn't complaining. They were perfect
for her frame and build.
She looked over at me and smiled.
I brushed my hair back with a hand, and realized a good portion
of Barbara's cum was now coating my hair. So much for that shower
earlier, eh? Well, not really. Masturbating like that was worth it!
"I see you're not shy anymore," Julie grinned, stepping out of her
white pants and G-string.
"No," came a sigh from me. "No, I'm not."
Barbara came back into the living room, carrying a double-headed
dildo which was two feet in length.
"Where did you get THAT?" Julie exclaimed, her brown eyes big and
blazing with curiousity.
"Mail order," Barbara grinned, re-joining us on the sofa. She gave
one end of the dildo to Julie and told her to suck on it. Julie did,
and then Barbara did the same with the opposite end.
Both of them sucked on the dildo as if it were a real man's cock.
Since there wasn't a third head for me, though, I started sucking on the
middle, where there were fake balls. We did this for several seconds,
until Barbara jerked it away from us.
She grabbed hold of one end and pressed the fake cockhead against
Julie's left breast, who moaned in response. Barbara prodded the tip
against her friend's breast, rubbing it in tiny circles. Julie reached
down and tweaked that nipple, and then I moved in, and started sucking
on the other (right) breast.
But before I could get into a groove, Barbara took the dildo away
again, and Julie moved back. Barbara handed the dildo to me and begged
"please fuck us with it."
Within seconds, the two women were laying on their backs, thighs
spread and knees in the air, their pussies facing one another.
I moved one end of the dildo between Barbara's thighs, and the
other between Julie's. I worked on her first, forcing 10 inches of
the toy into her, until the fake testicles at the center were touching
her. Then I did the same with Barbara. I held onto the middle, so the
instrument would not slip out.
Then both of them started to buck together, like bitches in heat.
I eventually increased their pleasure by moving the dildo in a
back-and-forth motion. By doing this, an end thrusted outward of one
of them, while the other end thrusted inward to the other person.
I moved it back-and-forth at a torrid pace, wanting them to
remember this coupling for a long time. I could also see each pussy,
all stretched out and completely soaked, as they rocked together and
screamed in lust.
Barbara moved her hand down, and started masturbating as I
continued the dildo-fuck.
I was going at such a pace that my arm was starting to hurt. I
was really giving it to them now, and their sounds and expressions told
the story.
Both of them came instantaneously.
I laughed in delight while taking both ends of the dildo out of
them. I bent the instrument so the heads were side by side, then
brought it to my mouth and stuffed them in, as far as they would go.
My mouth was really stretching to get the two heads inside. I slurped
each end, sucking down the cum from each woman.
Barbara sat up and took the dildo from me, and then instructed me
to lay down upon my back. I did, and spread my thighs wide for them.
Julie, tired but ready for some more, sat up as well, then leaned down
and gave me a full kiss on the mouth. I was not expecting it, but
kissed her back with all the fever and intensity I could possibly find.
Barbara's face was now hovering over my pussy. She had spread my
thighs even wider, and had them in the air. She started to finger-fuck
me while Julie splayed a serious of wild, passionate kisses along my
neck and shoulders.
Julie moved downward. While Barbara held my slit open, Julie
dove in, using her lips and tongue on me. I started to writhe and
moan -- I could have my pussy eaten all day and never become bored or
complacent -- and then Barbara's tongue moved in as well.
Two women were eating me, at the same time!
I was in such a state of bliss that I do not know exactly what
happened in the next sequence. I believe they took turns -- one would
lick my pussy while the other held it open -- then they would switch.
I did notice that on occasion, they would lick each other's tongues,
and share kisses. But their focus was me; specifically, my pussy.
It got to the point where I was holding both my legs up, stretching
them so my knees were almost touching my shoulders.
Then I felt a finger against my anus.
"Denise just LOVES having her little ass played with," Barbara
commented, as she inserted a finger into my bunghole.
^%@&!#%%@@%#@&!!!!
While Julie held my pussy open with two fingers and ate it, Barbara
finger-fucked me in the ass! What sensations! Things... they were kind
of a little bleak after that.
I remember screaming -- I couldn't stop. It was so pleasurable.
I clutched and grabbed my breasts, massaging them savagely, just adding
to the excitement.
Then I remember cumming -- I couldn't stop doing that, either.
Barbara and Julie lapped up all of my juices, and took their time,
too. It was so incredible.
Barbara slid up to me, and latched her cum-soaked mouth upon mine
for a heated kiss. Julie joined in as well, laying down beside me,
rubbing my breasts and kissing my shoulder.
We were very tired, yes, but the night was FAR from over. The
three of us fucked one another silly, until we couldn't take it anymore.
The last reading on the clock I remember that night was around 4:30am.
And I get up each morning at 6:30am for work! Talk about being groggy
and tired... that was me, at work the next day.
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The only unfortunate thing that came out of
the entire evening was the fact that Julie
was in town for just a couple of days. As
it turned out, that one night/early morning
was the only time Barbara or myself got to
see her. She came back to Los Angeles to
visit her family, with the intention of
rekindling the flame with Barbara for just
one evening. I was very lucky that she wanted
to start a brand new flame with me.
What a GREAT night!
Julie may be back in San Francisco, but she
has promised to visit us anytime she is in
Los Angeles. And let me tell you, we are
thinking about going up there to visit HER.
Barbara and I definitely want to see her
again. It would be a travesty if we didn't.
I'm very content with Barbara in my life, and
could easily live without sex from anyone but
her. But when an opportunity like this
arises, what am I supposed to do? Julie
looked so beautiful that night, and when the
two of them basically begged me to have sex
with them... who could refuse that?
Well, after I finish with this file, and
spread it around the local bulletin boards
and networks... it will be time to go into
the bedroom and spend some "quality time"
with one of my vibrators.
You don't know how hot I get, typing these
experiences out. It will be time for another
slitfest soon; hopefully tonight, with Barbara!
Dripping,
Denise Q.
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